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Title: Pookie | Melissa's Secrets (Chapter 26)
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Melissa’s Secrets
By Pookie


Chapter 26


I woke up Wednesday morning in Peter's arms. It had been the 
second time I'd slept cuddled up to him after we'd had sex. The 
first time had been in a tent in his backyard. This time, I’d 
spent the night with him in his bed. In a matter of a few weeks, 
I’d gone from thinking he was a dork, to wanting to snuggle up 
with him. We were pushing the needle into the red, and I was 
still trying to figure out my feelings for him.

He was still asleep, but his cock was wide awake. I wondered if 
Mom would’ve allowed him to sleepover with me if we'd been at my 
house. In the past, I'd have doubted it. But things were 
different. She’s had no problem with letting Sarah sleepover with 
Jamie. But of course, Jamie was older than me. Things were 
changing between Mom and me though, for the better, just as they 
had been with me and Peter.

I took Peter's cock in my hand and gently fondled it. Morning 
boners are so cool. They seem to be the hardest. He moaned and 
groaned as he woke up from a deep slumber. He almost seemed 
irritated until he finally focused his eyes on my face.

"Good morning, sleepy head," I said. I was propped up on one 
elbow, looking down at him.

"I could wake up every morning like this," he mumbled through his 
sleepy haze. His expression quickly turned into a smile though.

"Dream on, buster. This is likely a very rare treat. So you 
better enjoy it."

He took my advice too. He fucked me for the next half hour, 
cumming in me twice. The sheets were becoming one huge wet spot. 
After the second time, we lay together talking about our 
relationship.

"I wanted to kiss you back in June when you gave me that 
blowjob,” he told me. He then became a little squeamish as he 
said, “But the sperm on your lips freaked me out."

"It was your cum, dude. Don't tell me you haven't tasted it 
before," I teased.

He looked away and smiled in embarrassment. Why were guys so 
weirded out about their own cum? He then looked back at me, and 
softly said, "I wanted our first kiss to be a little different."

I stopped joking with him when I realized he was being serious 
with me.

"Then that wouldn't have been the most appropriate first kiss," I 
said, and then kissed him tenderly for being so sweet.

"Our first kiss was when we played spin the bottle," he reminded 
me.

I was surprised that he’d considered that to be our first kiss. 
I’d only kissed him because of the game we were playing. I hadn't 
even wanted him to be the one the bottle pointed at. I didn't 
want him to know that though.

"You almost came while I kissed you. Remember?" I asked, fondling 
his wilted cock.

"You were playing with my cock at the time," he said in defense.

I guiltily smiled at him before leaning down to kiss him.

"Our first fuck was special though, in a way,” I said. “You 
really tried to make me feel good."

"I wanted you to feel great. I didn't want you to think I was 
only trying to fuck you,” he said. He then looked directly at me. 
“I wanted you to enjoy it."

"I did enjoy it,” I said, rubbing his chest. “You made me feel 
special, even as wasted as I was."

"I think you're special," he said, pulling me on top of him, 
wrapping his arms around me.

I was enjoying the intimacy, even though it was rather sappy. 
Somehow, that didn’t matter.

"I liked the way you cuddled with me afterward, like you're doing 
now."

He held me even tighter.


******


We got up and took a shower together. Anyone observing us 
would’ve thought we were a couple. When I was with him, I was 
treating him like we were. I didn't even think about it. It was 
when we were apart that I questioned the whole situation.

Mrs. Rayner was up and busy when we went downstairs and into the 
kitchen. She was wearing an apron, and nothing else. Peter and I 
were still naked as well. I blushed as I passed her, remembering 
what the three of us had done the night before.

“Good morning, you two. I see you both survived last night.”

“Good morning ... Peter’s mom,” I slyly said, my smile turning to 
more of a grin. I thought it might be cute reminding her just who 
she was. “Someone kept us up too late.”

“Are you calling me a bad mother?” she feigned being indignant.

Peter sat down at the table. I decided to push things a little 
more with his mom. I walked over to the chair she’d sat in during 
our threesome, smiled at her, and asked, 

“Is it okay if I sit here?”

A grin appeared on her face. Peter lowered his head, blushing. We 
both looked at him and almost laughed.

She said, “I think someone is a little embarrassed.”

I suppressed a laugh and walked over behind the chair he was 
sitting in, and scruffed his hair playfully before leaning down 
to kiss his cheek. Mrs. Rayner seemed very pleased to see the 
growing affection between me and her son.

Mrs. Rayner had some fruit and cereal out for breakfast. She 
hadn’t cooked, not knowing when any of us might get up. That was 
typical for when I’d spent the night over with Pam in the past. 
It was wild to think back on those times now. I’d never seen even 
a hint of anything like the previous night. I suspected it 
possibly had been going on right under my nose over the past few 
years. If it had, they’d hid it well.

Mrs. Rayner smiled at us the whole time we ate. She was obviously 
happy with how things had gone over the past evening. I still 
couldn't completely comprehend that this was all fine with her. 
Everything that had happened the previous night was crazy. She 
seemed to be able to switch her perviness on and off like a light 
switch, which usually seemed to be on.

If someone had walked into the house at that moment, they’d never 
even get a hint that any of the perverted stuff we’d done the 
night before had occurred. Of course, they’d have to believe that 
our sitting around naked in the kitchen during breakfast wasn’t 
somehow deviant.

After Peter and I were through eating, I got dressed and left to 
go home. I had a date with Mrs. Thomas to keep. I gave him some 
sexy kisses before I left though.


******


Early in the afternoon, Peter called me. He couldn’t stay away 
from me! I liked that. The first thing he said was that his 
parents had just told them they were going camping the upcoming 
weekend at the nudist campground they usually went to.

"Mom and Dad told us after you left that we're going camping with 
the Walcotts on Friday and coming back on Sunday."

"Cool. I bet that'll be fun," I plainly said, groaning to myself 
as I remembered how I'd been excluded over the past two years. He 
knew just how upset I’d been about that too.

"It would be more fun if you were there," he said pensively.

"Like the Saturday in your backyard?" I lightheartedly teased.

"Not quite like that,” he sorta laughed. “You can't do the things 
we did that Saturday at the campground. They'd throw us all out."

"Prudes," I giggled.

We talked more about the previous night. I never asked if he knew 
his mom had sex with him while he was blindfolded. Obviously he’d 
had no problem having a threesome with me and his mother, but 
he’d not touched her.

I figured he’d talk to me about all of it when he was ready. I 
understood how he probably felt. I certainly wasn’t ready to tell 
him I’d given my father a blowjob during a blindfold game.

"Peter,” I started with a serious tone. “Do you think things are 
going too fast between us?"

It was a loaded question. He was perceptive enough to realize it 
too.

"I don’t think so,” he replied. Of course, he wouldn’t. He then 
hesitated for a moment before saying, “We're just enjoying each 
other."

“Yeah,” I weakly replied. I was quiet for a few moments. I was 
now afraid I'd say the wrong thing. It had been a while since 
we’d felt this uncomfortable with each other.

"Ummm ...” he muttered, obviously searching for the right words 
for what he was about to say. “Is it alright if something happens 
while I'm camping this weekend?"

"If something happens?" I curiously asked. I wasn't sure what he 
was talking about, but I had a good idea. I wanted him to say it.

"Between me and someone ... like Julie or Kari."

"You mean fucking them?" I asked, a little more sternly than I’d 
really wanted.

"Yeah ... or just fooling around a little," he said, trying to 
make it seem like something more innocent.

I sighed and thought for a moment how to reply. If I said that 
I’d mind if he did, was I insinuating some type of commitment to 
him? Was I really ready to take that step?

I balked.

"I don't have a right to say you can't,” I plainly stated. “We 
aren't officially a couple. You can do whatever you want with 
whom ever."

I felt a real sense of regret as soon as I’d said it too.

“Okay,” Peter replied, sounding a little disappointed. He then 
asked, "Are you dating anyone else?"

That question caught me by surprise. I was hurting him. Fuck!

"No," I honestly answered. It didn’t mean I wasn’t having sex 
with just about everyone we hung out with lately though.

"Do you want to go out with anyone else?" he asked. He obviously 
was trying to see just where things stood between us.

"Not right now."

"Okay," he sounded even more dejected. I'd obviously left the 
door open to possibly seeing others. I hadn’t even asked him the 
same question.

"I'm not trying to hurt you,” I said. “I've only been on one date 
in my life. I really like hanging out with you."

"It's cool. I like spending time with you."

"I just don't want to rush things."

"Can I see you next week?" he asked. The way he asked seemed like 
he thought I really might tell him no.

"Of course,” I eagerly said, trying to reassure him. I didn’t 
want him to think I was trying to ditch him. “We'll hang out when 
you get back."

"Monday?"

"Probably, but call me Sunday when you get back."

"Cool."

Then there was that god awful uneasy silence again.

"Have fun this weekend,” I finally said. “We can talk about 
things when you get back, if you want."

I wasn't sure why I was acting like I was. I was acting like I 
wouldn't see or talk to him the rest of the week. It was only 
Wednesday.

"I wish you were going," he said wistfully.

"I want to sometime, if I can talk my parents into taking me."

"Talk to them,” he urged. “There's still time to go again before 
school starts back. They could come too."

We were both quiet for a few moments. I'd just put the brakes on 
being exclusive. It was totally obvious he was dying to be with 
me more.

"Peter?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't be mad at me ... for what I said about not being a 
couple."

"I'm not," he said, still sounding downhearted. God I hated 
hearing his voice like that. It was obvious I was hurting him. 
We'd been acting just like a couple. Why was I so reluctant?

"Good. Because I'll kick your ass if you do get mad at me."

After a few moments, he said, "I can't stop thinking about you."

I paused a moment before saying, "We have the same problem."

My admission seemed to perk him up.

"Is it a good problem?" he asked.

"Yep,” I quickly answered. “Be patient with me. Okay?"

"I'll try," he said, sounding more optimistic.

"Don't just try, Peter. I like you a lot. It's okay to fool 
around with girls like Kari or Julie, but you're gonna have to 
make it up to me when you get back."

"I don't want to fool around with anyone if it will bother you."

"It will bother me, but I'll get over it." I felt like telling 
him I’d cut his nuts off if he touched anyone, but I knew I 
couldn’t while telling him we weren’t a couple yet.

"Will you be seeing anyone?" he asked.

"Would it bother you if I did?"

"Hell yeah, but I'll get over it too."

I smiled at that.

"What if it's just Jamie ... or maybe Sarah?" I offered.

"I can live with that."

He seemed much happier. I wasn't sure why we were negotiating 
like that. We were acting just like we were a couple.

"Peter?"

"Yeah?"

"My pussy is a little sore."

"How'd that happen?" he said, feigning ignorance.

“Someone fucked me half the night.”

“Was he good?”

“He was great,” I said. “I’m still horny though.”

“He didn’t satisfy you?”

“Yeah. He made me greedy for more though.”

“I could come over?”

“We don’t have time. Mrs. Thomas is picking me up soon.”

“Are you two going to play?”

“Probably.”

“She’s lucky.”

“Awww,” I bit my bottom lip. I liked him being sweet to me even 
though I didn’t deserve it. “Are you still naked?”

“Not right now. Why?”

“Strip for me, mister,” I demanded, before we proceeded to have 
phone sex again.

We pretended Mrs. Thomas was with us. He really got off on that. 
So did I.

After I got off the phone with him, I lay on the bed thinking 
about things with Peter. I didn't want to lead him on, but he was 
really growing on me. I was maybe even falling in love with him. 
I don't know if it was because he was showing me a lot of 
attention or what, but I liked the feeling.

While stretching out on the bed, I wondered if Mom had as much 
fun doing phone sex as I was. Thinking about Mom and Daddy having 
phone sex together made me smile. Then I thought, what if she did 
it with other people and not Daddy? What if Daddy was doing it 
with others too? I grinned as I thought about coming up with a 
way to trick him into having phone sex with me. It wasn’t likely 
to happen at all, but it was still a wild thought.


******


A little later, Pam called me to talk about Peter.

"What did you do to my brother?"

She’d already put me on notice before about hurting her brother. 
She didn't sound like she was pissed off though.

"Nothing,” I said. “What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, girl. Whatever you did to him has him 
absolutely glowing."

"Glowing?"

"Glowing. On cloud nine. Whatever you want to call it. You've 
kidnapped my brother and left me with this shiny happy thingy."

"We had a good time," I told her, smiling to myself.

"Are you going to see him more?"

"Yeah."

"On more dates?"

"Sure."

"Mel, are you a couple now?" she asked. The way she asked seemed 
almost ominous.

"We’ve talked a little about it,” I said, continuing to submit to 
her interrogation. If she wasn’t his big sister, I would’ve told 
her to fuck off. “We're just friends for now though."

"Just friends, my ass."

"That's all we officially are for now," I said, defensively.

"Mel, there's something you should know."

I hate when there is something I should know. It probably means I 
should've known it a long time ago.

Pam continued, "You know we're going camping this weekend."

"Peter told me about it. So?"

"Jennifer Preston will be there."

What the hell?

"Jennifer is a nudist?" I incredulously asked.

"Her whole family is."

"Really," I plainly stated, a little pissed off that I was just 
learning this.

I'd been pretty good friends with Jennifer since she’d moved to 
our city and school. I'd befriended her during cheerleading 
tryouts two springs ago. She'd never quite fit in completely with 
the rest of my friends, but we'd clicked pretty well. My friends 
accepted her because of that too.

"Mel,” she paused, her voice taking that ominous tone again. “She 
likes Peter."

"What do you mean 'likes'?" I asked, my voice dripping with 
concern.

"I mean, I think she has a crush on Peter. She hangs around him 
when we're camping."

"The Prestons go camping with you guys a lot?"

"Her parents are friends with mine and the Walcotts. They've 
known each other for years, even before they moved here. I think 
they all originally met while camping at the same places years 
ago."

"Are Jennifer and Peter ... doing things together?" I asked.

"Not that I've seen, but I'm not always around them."

"Do you hang out with her much?"

"Not much. We’re just friends,” she said. “We're not ‘friends 
with benefits’ like the two of us, if you're asking. I wouldn’t 
even call us close friends."

"So, you don't know if she's ever had a boyfriend?"

"I don't think she has, but then who really knows?"

"Ain’t that the truth,” I grumbled. “Why do you think she has a 
crush on Peter?"

"You can see it, Mel. She looks at him like Peter looks at you."

"You think Peter might fall for Jennifer?"

"I don't know. But Mel, she called him today. I think she called 
him Saturday too before we left to go to our grandparents ... 
after your date on Friday."

That bitch!

"Jennifer and her family spend a lot of time during the summer at 
the campground we go to usually. They go almost every weekend.”

I quickly realized that was probably why I hadn't heard from 
Jennifer during the summer too.

"Mel, if Peter doesn't think you're a couple, he might decide to 
start seeing her."

I sighed deeply. Pam could hear it too.

"Girl, I think you like my brother more than you want to admit. 
You better decide what you want before it's too late."

"Pam, thanks for being my friend."

"I got your back,” she sincerely said. “Jennifer's cool, but I'd 
rather see you with Peter."

Pam then asked, “Why don’t you come with us this weekend?”

“I can’t do that now, not after what I told Peter earlier. I’d 
look desperate.”

“Whatever, chica. I know you don’t want to look like you’re 
throwing yourself at him, but Jennifer probably will, especially 
with you not there.”

This was going to be one long freakin' weekend. I could already 
tell I was going to be thinking about Peter and Jennifer the 
whole time. I just knew she'd go after him too. Pam was spot on 
about that. She'd try to steal him away from me before we got too 
serious. I couldn't let that happen! I'd made my bed though. I 
couldn't very well call Peter back and say I now wanted to be 
exclusive with him. Argh!


******


Mrs. Thomas called shortly after I got off the phone with Pam, 
letting me know she was on her way to pick me up. I already had 
my stuff together to stay the night. She'd offered to let me come 
over to spend some time with her before we went to the Wednesday 
night church activities. I had a lot of questions for her.

I was waiting at the front door for her to arrive when Mom joined 
me. She'd been surprised at my recent desire to go to church. She 
knew Mrs. Thomas and I were getting along great, but I didn't 
need to go to church to be friends with her.

"Is there a boy at church you're interested in?"

"Mom!"

"It was about the only reason I wanted to go when I was your 
age," she reminisced.

I was a little surprised she admitted that to me.

"Did you go to church a lot?" I questioned.

"Your grandparents made us go to church almost every Sunday 
morning and Wednesday night until we were in high school," she 
said. I could tell from the way she said it that it wasn’t the 
highlight of her childhood.

"You hated it?"

"I didn't really hate it. There were just other things I'd rather 
do,” she said. “I did go out on some dates with a few of the boys 
I met at church though."

"You and Daddy have never forced us. Is it because your parents 
made you go?"

"We wanted you to have the choice."

I smiled at her, "You're pretty cool, Mom."

She put her arm around me, and said, “You’re pretty cool too. I 
like that you’re spending time with Doris.”

“Have you two always been good friends?”

“We met our first day as freshmen. We were in the same dorm. We 
hit it off right away.”

“You’ve never been on the outs with her though?”

“Not really,” Mom said. “I think all friends have their moments. 
But we’ve never gotten to the point where we were angry at each 
other.”

“You trust her with your secrets?” I stated more than asked, 
while staring out the door.

“I do,” she said. “She’s one of the few people I do trust.”

“Daddy?”

“Of course.”

“Me?”

She was quiet for a long moment, “You’re my daughter.”

“Do you trust me like Doris?” I asked, using Mrs. Thomas’ first 
name for the first time around her. Mom normally wouldn’t like 
that. In the past, she’d likely scold me for being disrespectful. 
She didn’t this time though.

“Doris and I have a much longer history,” she said. Mom then put 
her hands on my shoulders. “You and I will eventually.”

“I want you to trust me,” I said, wistfully. She didn’t reply 
other than kissing the back of my head. I turned around to look 
at her, “You can tell me anything. Nothing you could tell me will 
make me not love you.”

She pulled me into her arms and held me tight.

“I mean it, Mom.”

We both heard Mrs. Thomas' car pulled up. I turned to watch as 
her car stopped in front of the house. I then turned back to my 
mother.

“I love you, Mom.”

“I know. I love you too.”

Mom hugged me again before I left. I darted outside to join Mrs. 
Thomas. She and Mom waved at each other before we left.


******


As soon as we left my house, Mrs. Thomas asked, "How are things 
going?"

"I've got too much going on," I groaned.

"Busy girl, huh?"

"You don't know the half of it. If it isn't Mom I'm trying to 
figure out, it's me."

"You?"

"Yeah. Me and Peter."

"Figures. Boys have a habit of making things hard to figure out. 
So, what's going on, if you don't mind telling me?"

"Mind? You're one of the few people I don't mind telling anything 
to." She reached over and took my hand in hers, squeezing it.

I brought her up to date first on the situation with Peter. I 
asked her if she knew Jennifer.

"Bradley and I know her family pretty well. We met at a 
campground not too far from here. I've never had much of a chance 
to get to know Jennifer though. The kids usually did their thing 
together while the adults stuck around the clubhouse where the 
pool and hot tubs are located."

"I don't even know what her parents look like."

"They're attractive,” she stated. “Jennifer favors her mother 
quite a bit."

Jennifer is very pretty. She's about my height with pretty much 
the same type of body. It was a shame that she hadn't made the 
cheerleading squad the previous year. What hurt her was her lack 
of experience. She’d never cheered, preferring to play soccer. I 
played for a few years, but lost interest when I decided I wanted 
to be on the school's cheer squad.

I'd cheered for Jamie's pee wee football teams. You didn't even 
have to try out for those squads. You weren't required to have 
any special skills either, but the experience I got from it 
certainly gave me an edge when I had to compete for a spot on my 
school’s team.

"Jennifer never told me that she’s a nudist,” I said. “I guess I 
can understand why.”

“She had no way of knowing if you would try to embarrass her if 
you ever got mad at her,” Mrs. Thomas said. “Teenagers can be 
ruthless.”

I nodded in agreement.

“Does she know my parents and Jamie go nude camping?"

"I'm sure she does. I’ve seen her and your parents with Jamie in 
the same places a few times."

"I guess she was told to keep quiet around me about it," I 
moaned.

"I don't know if she was or not. I never saw her talking with 
your parents. Jamie might have told her to keep it a secret 
though."

I felt rather pissed off at that idea. Someone I’d thought was a 
friend had kept it from me just like my family. And I'd gone out 
of my way to be friends with her too. Now, she was after Peter 
when she knew very well that I was dating him.


******


We arrived at her house and went inside. Pastor Thomas was out 
visiting some church members who were in the hospital and nursing 
homes. He wouldn't be home for another hour to get ready for the 
evening church activities.

We plopped on the couch in the family room and started talking 
some more.

"Are her parents ... you know?" I asked.

"Are they swingers? Yes, they are. Bradley and I have enjoyed 
being with them a number of times. Why do you ask?"

"Have they been with my parents?"

"This stays between us?"

I nodded.

"Yes, at least one time I'm personally aware of."

"But not Jennifer?"

"I'm certain she hasn't been with your parents ... or anyone else 
her parents have had sex with."

"Does she know my brother and friends are having sex with the 
adults?"

"I seriously doubt it. From what I’ve seen, she’s never been 
around Jamie that much. She seemed to mostly stay close to a few 
other girls her age from where they used to live,” Mrs. Thomas 
said.

I was glad of that. It meant I probably knew something Jennifer 
didn't. It didn't give me any real advantage over her, but it was 
something she couldn't use against me later if she got pissed off 
at me.

“Also, everyone is much more cautious about doing things like 
that at the campgrounds. They advertise as being family 
oriented."

“There are no campgrounds for swingers? I would think those would 
be very popular.”

“There are a few places that turn a blind eye to things, but most 
of those still have to be careful so that they don’t get shutdown 
by their local government. You don’t typically see families at 
those campgrounds either.”

Mrs. Thomas then asked, "You really think Jennifer is interested 
in Peter?"

"Pam says she likes him. She's seen them together way more than I 
have. She told me that they're together a lot when they go 
camping.”

I paused before adding, “Jennifer called him after she saw us on 
our date last Friday ... and again today."

Mrs. Thomas looked puzzled, and said, "That's what seems odd. 
They've probably had some weekends to be alone together over this 
summer, if not over the past few years. And they aren't a couple 
yet? She doesn't seem to be shy around people. Either she isn't 
as interested in him as Pam thinks, or Peter is more interested 
in you than her."

"She's gonna go all out for him this weekend. I just know it,” I 
said. Mrs. Thomas looked at me sympathetically. I’m certain she 
could see how frustrated I was. I looked down and said, “She 
probably knows we've only been on one date, and that we’ve really 
only been close for a week or so."

"I feel for you, kiddo,” she said, putting her hand under my chin 
to encourage me to look at her. “If it's meant to be, it won't 
matter what she does."

"Yeah, I guess. I thought she was a better friend than that. I 
was probably her first real friend after she moved here. Some 
friend she's turned out to be," I grumbled.

"You're really worried about this.” Tilting her head, looking at 
me curiously, she said, “I think you have deeper feelings for 
Peter than you realize."

"Do I?” I intently asked her. “Or is it just the thought of 
losing him to Jennifer?"

She thought for a few moments before replying, "After everything 
you've told me about how the two of you are when you're together 
or talking on the phone, I'm betting you're crushing on Peter now 
as much as he's been on you."

I sighed deeply. She was right. I didn’t know if I'd call it 
love, but there were definitely strong feelings. But then what 
did I know about love?

"You really are head over heels, aren't you?"

I nodded slightly.

"So let’s do something about it."

"Like what?” I threw my hands out in frustration. “They'll be 
together all weekend!"

She put on this whole exaggerated puzzled look, and asked, "Who 
are you? And what have you done with my friend Melissa?"

"What?" I asked, confused.

She smiled at me amusingly, and asked, "Are you the same girl who 
snuck out of the Rayner's house early on a Sunday morning 
recently and was going to climb onto the roof of your house, 
break in, and confront your parents until a certain friend 
stopped you?"

I continued looking at her confused.

"Well, are you?"

"Yeah, but ..."

"But nothing,” she interrupted. “What would 'that' Melissa do? 
You know, the one that doesn't just sit around feeling sorry for 
herself?"

It then dawned on me what she was doing. It was time to stop 
feeling sorry for myself. I knew what needed to be done. She knew 
I knew too.

"Find a way to go camping this weekend?" I asked with a growing 
smile.

"Welcome back, sweetie!" she stated excitedly, making a big show 
of throwing her arms around me.

I laughed at her, before contemplating what to do.

"But how ..." I pondered for a second. I looked at Mrs. Thomas as 
she knowingly smiled at me. She had a plan, but she wanted me to 
figure it out for myself.

"I can't just invite myself to go with the Rayners,” I said. “I 
don't want to look desperate ..."

"Keep thinking," she urged me.

She kept smiling at me. She had it all figured out. She had faith 
in me to do the same. It finally dawned on me just what I had to 
do.

I looked at her knowingly now, but quickly realized I had a big 
problem to overcome. "I'm not sure I can talk my parents into it 
this weekend."

"It would be a great time to get to know your mom better,” she 
mused.

I looked at her carefully. She then hinted further at a possible 
strategy, “There aren't too many weekends left in the summer 
either.”

"It's such short notice ... Daddy has been so busy at work ..."

"You and your mom could go together,” she then offered as the 
solution. “Jamie would probably go, too."

“I don’t think she’d go without Daddy. Maybe with Jamie though 
...” I said more to myself than her. She didn’t reply, but 
instead waited for me to figure it out on my own.

I seriously doubted Mom would go alone with me. I was certain 
Daddy wouldn’t like it too much either, his two girls alone at a 
nudist campground. But if Jamie went too, that might work for 
him. I then thought about Sarah and her parents.

"It would be great if Sarah and her parents could go, but I can't 
convince both her parents AND mine with only tonight and tomorrow 
left before we'd be going. She’s my best friend too."

I corrected myself, “I mean, one of my best friends.”

She chuckled and touched my cheek softly.

"Don't worry about Sarah this time,” she advised. “Just get 
yourself there. Sarah will understand."

“Could you go?” I asked her, almost begging.

“I can’t, sweetie. I’ve got too many church commitments for this 
weekend. It’s rare that Bradley and I get to go on a weekend.”

I frowned, but understood. I knew she’d go if she could.

"I could talk to my parents about it tonight after church. You 
could take me back by my house so I can talk to them,” I said. 
Smiling deviously, I added, “I bet I could guilt them into taking 
me."

"That's playing dirty," she feigned scolding me.

"All's fair in love and war!" I declared.

"I knew I liked you for a good reason," she grinned. "I'll help 
you convince them."

"You will?"

"Sure! We'll stop by your house on the way home after church, and 
talk to both your parents. I'm certain the two of us can convince 
them, even if your father can't go. Kent and Maggie will be happy 
to look after the three of you while you're camping. I bet Brent 
and Terri will also be going with their kids."

“Pam said they are,” I grinned excitedly.

“Then, there you go!” she exclaimed.

I had some time to get my thoughts together on how to convince my 
parents. With the improving relationship I had with Mom, I felt 
sure I could win her over. Daddy might be more of a challenge 
though, especially given so little notice.

"So, Melissa. Anything else interesting happen with Peter since 
Friday night?" she asked, grinning again.

I looked at her closely. She fucking knew what had happened the 
night before! Was she psychic?

"You know what happened yesterday, don't you?" I asked, 
flabbergasted.

"I know little bits of it," she said, feigning ignorance.

"Did Mrs. Rayner tell you?"

"Mmm hmm. Well, she didn't give me all the details. But she did 
tell me you now know their big family secret."

"You knew about that?!"

"I've known for a while. I told you before that they're a kinky 
bunch.”

“I almost died when Penny fucked her dad. And Mrs. Rayner fucked 
Peter right in front of me!”

“And you’re crushing over a boy that fucks his mother,” she shook 
her head, teasingly taunting me.

“Doris!” I protested.

“Well, you are!”

“It was her fucking him though. He was blindfolded too. He didn’t 
know ...”

“Uh huh,” she said, mocking my inexperience. “He didn’t know, 
huh?”

“Okay! So he probably knew,” I said, giving up trying to portray 
my love interest as having some innocence in all of this.

“I don’t know if Pam is doing anything with her parents,” I said.

“Kent adores Pam. You didn't really believe that Jamie took her 
virginity, did you? Kent and Pam have been ... well, inseparable 
for some time. That is when she hasn’t been with Mike,” she 
stated.

She saw my eyes go wide, and almost laughed.

“They’re definitely a close family,” she said, still grinning.

I kept looking at her like she was crazy.

She just shrugged and said, “The family that plays together ...”

I shook my head in amazement, before asking, "You don't think 
what they do is wrong?"

"You have this weird habit of thinking I'm supposed to judge 
people. And after everything I've done that you know about too," 
she said, shaking her head back at me.

"Doris! They're having sex together! It's not just brother-sister 
stuff!"

"And you and Sarah didn't play a blindfold game with your 
father?" she asked in rebuttal.

I sat there stunned for a few moments. How does she know about 
that?! Who told her?

"So it did happen!" she exclaimed triumphantly.

I quickly realized she'd gotten me to inadvertently admit to it 
by not immediately denying it. I couldn't have lied to her if I’d 
wanted to anyway.

I sat there silently while gazing down at the floor, feeling very 
embarrassed.

"Mel, look at me."

I didn't. I was totally mortified. She moved off the couch and 
kneeled down on the floor in front of me.

"Melissa, what you and Sarah did to your father was daring. 
Watching Sarah with your father while she pretended to be you ... 
that’s pretty wild."

"Does my mom know I was in the room?"

"She strongly suspects. She only knows Sarah was involved. I was 
certain you were though. It was more than obvious. There was no 
way Sarah would try to do that with you in the house, unless you 
were in on it. Your mom likely thinks the same too."

"She hasn't acted mad at me," I anxiously asked.

"Why would she? She also played a game with you. Remember when 
you two set it up for her to spy on you and Peter?"

"She told you?"

"Sure. She talks to me about you all the time now."

"I did more than just watch while we played the game with my 
father," I blushed. I wasn’t certain why I’d admitted that to 
her. It was probably because I didn’t like keeping secrets from 
her though.

"What did you do?!" she impatiently asked.

"I ... I sucked him,” I bashfully said. Her eyes went wide at my 
revelation. “He thought it was Sarah pretending to be me."

Her reaction was about what I expected. She didn’t condemn me. It 
seemed to endear me more to her. She seemed to relish in how 
wildly spontaneous I could be. She again said it reminded her of 
my mom.

I then told her about going over to the Clarks, and the blindfold 
game they played with me.

"They tried to make me think it was Daddy rubbing his cock on me. 
I’m sure it was too,” I said, going on to explain why I was sure 
of it. I also told her I suspected Mom had been the woman with 
him too.

“Tit for tat, I guess.”

“Huh? Is that like the bees knees thingy?”

She chuckled, “No, it’s something else.”

I rolled my eyes at her and her old timey sayings.

“So, how do you feel about the idea of your parents doing that to 
you?”

“I didn’t know what to feel when it was happening. It freaked me 
out at first, thinking they’d do something like that with me. But 
then it really turned me on. I actually wanted it to be my 
father’s cock rubbing against me.”

“And if it really was him? How would you feel?”

“I’m not sure,” I contemplated. “I’d like to think I wouldn’t 
condemn him. I’m no better than he is. I rubbed myself against 
his cock on the couch that night. If Mom hadn’t interrupted us, I 
wouldn’t have stopped when I did.”

“He would’ve shot his load on you too.”

“That would’ve been ... awkward,” I shyly grinned.

“It would’ve been a real bonding moment,” she laughed. It was 
totally wild that we could joke about something like that.

“I've got to find a way to see the video of it,” I stated. “Do 
you think you could get a copy?"

"I could more easily ask your mom if it really happened," she 
offered.

“You’d ask her for me?!”

She nodded.

I hugged her tightly. I then told her, "I'd like to see the video 
too though. I know Mrs. Clark won't show it to me."

"Melissa, all joking aside, what if your parents really did that 
with you at the Clarks? How would you feel?"

"It probably would bother me ... at first anyways. I mean, I’m 
their daughter ..."

"You just admitted doing basically the same thing to your 
father."

"I know, but they're my parents. They're not suppose ..."

"When are you going to stop holding people to a different 
standard than your own for how people are 'supposed' to act? By 
what seems to be your standard, you're not supposed to fuck your 
brother. You're not supposed to suck your father's cock. Should I 
be condemning you for those things?"

"No, but ...” I muttered, lost for words. “Argh!" I replied in 
frustration.

“Now can you understand why things have been kept a secret from 
you?"

I sighed.

"Because I'm not old enough to understand," I admitted.

"It's not that you're not old enough. You just haven't been 
ready."

"I guess I'm still not ready," I moaned.

"I think you are. I think your mom thinks you are too. Everyone 
has their own kinks though. You've got to get used to that."

Mrs. Thomas then talked with me about the conversation she had 
with Mom on that infamous Sunday I’d tried to break into my 
house. Mom told her she wanted to tell me everything, but was 
afraid to. Mom just couldn't figure out how to go about doing it.

"I think the best way of handling this is to make things less of 
a surprise for you. The less you are shocked when you two do 
eventually talk about things, the less confrontational it's 
likely to be. I know that's risky. I think you're ready to know 
more though. I think you're mature enough to deal with what's 
been going on.”

She paused and then added, “You've embraced everything else so 
far without going bonkers.”

I almost laughed at that.

“Well, not completely bonkers anyway," she clarified. We chuckled 
at what we both knew was true.

I thought more about what she was saying too. It made sense. I 
hadn’t freaked out for long about anything. I didn't feel abused 
or mistreated either. I’d enjoyed everything that had happened to 
me. I guessed I was just as big a pervert at heart as everyone 
else.

I then asked, "Is that what 'tit for tat' means? Daddy rubbing 
himself against me like I did him?"

"Well, yes. But to really be tit for tat, your father would've 
needed to lick your pussy while you were blindfolded."

"That would've totally blown my mind," I said, looking at her 
with a sour face.

"You're funny sometimes."

"'Ha ha' funny or 'queer' funny?"

She laughed a little before asking, "Has anything really truly 
blown your mind yet? Seriously?"

I shyly shook my head. She had a point.

“Doris, you know what is blowing my mind?”

“What, dear?”

“That we still have our clothes on,” I playfully said. I was 
horny as fuck from all we’d talked about.

“Did you get horny when I said something about your dad eating 
your pussy?” she teased as she started stripping.

“I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t horny!”

She chuckled as she watched me stand up to take my own clothes 
off.

“We don’t have too long before we’ll need to get ready to leave,” 
she reminded me.

“If we’re late, you can just tell everyone you were helping a 
fallen girl find her way back on the right path.”

“You’re so bad,” she scolded, as she pulled me to her and started 
sucking on one of my nipples. Her fingers found their way inside 
my pussy as well.

“I’m sorry there isn’t more to suck on,” I said. Her boobs easily 
put mine to shame.

She pulled away from my nipple long enough to say, “I love your 
tits, Melissa. They really are perfect on you.”

I wished I could feel that way about them. I forgot about that 
though when the hand that wasn’t finger fucking my pussy began 
pushing between my butt cheeks to play with my asshole. I moaned 
as she worked a finger inside. I wondered what it would be like 
to be butt fucked.

“Mmmm. Fuck my ass,” I said in a low voice.

Mrs. Thomas looked up at me. With my nipple still touching her 
bottom lip, she asked, “I’d love to see you getting fucked in the 
ass. Would you want to do that sometime?”

“With your husband?”

“He’s very good at it,” she replied before swiping the tip of my 
nipple with her tongue.

“He’s pretty big though,” I sorta grimaced.

“We’d take our time, baby. I promise you it will feel great.”

“Do you want to do that with me tonight?”

“It doesn’t have to be tonight. It doesn’t have to be ever. It’s 
completely up to you,” she reassured me, before gently biting my 
nipple.

The idea of being ass fucked had always intimidated me. Now it 
was making me even hornier. Mrs. Thomas could tell too. She stood 
up and took my hand, leading me to her bedroom.

As we walked through the door, I saw that she’d already laid out 
a number of sex toys on the bed. I glanced at her smiling. She 
just smiled back as she led me over to the bed. Some of the toys 
baffled me.

I picked up one that looked like a butterfly and just stared at 
it.

Mrs. Thomas chucked softly and said, “I’ll show you.”

And show me she did.

The next few hours were amazing. Even though we didn’t have as 
much time as either of us wanted, she took her time with me. I 
knew just how to use every one of those toys by the time we had 
to stop so we could get ready to leave for the church activities. 
She promised to teach me more things later that night ... with 
her husband.


******


As we left to go over to the church, I told her about the webcam 
incident from Sunday afternoon. She filled in some of the blanks 
for me.

"We all bought webcams about a month ago. It's something new the 
Rayners wanted to try out. It can be tricky meeting other couples 
that are interested in swinging. Most times, couples just arrange 
to meet at a restaurant or bar to get to know each other better. 
They’ll then decide whether they want to get back together some 
other time. With the internet and webcams, some couples get to 
know each other even more intimately before they ever meet in 
person."

“Isn’t that kinda dangerous though? Exposing yourself to people 
you know little about?”

“For Bradley and me, it is. Brent and Terri have to be very 
careful too since they’re teachers. The Rayners just have to be 
careful that others don’t learn about the other things they do.”

“What do you do with the webcam? Just watch each other having 
sex?”

“Bradley and I have only had sex while webcamming a few times. We 
probably spend more time just talking. Of course, we’re usually 
naked while talking. It’s just an easy way to get to know people 
better before you decide to even try to meet in person. You 
already know whether they’re attractive or not without clothes.”

“How do you find people though?”

“The people we’ve webcammed with are people we know through our 
friends. They’re people our friends tell us are safe.”

“So, you know they aren’t one of your church members who would 
blow the whistle on you.”

“Bradley and I definitely have to be very careful. The webcams 
are also a bit risky for us since people can get screen captures 
and record the video sessions. That would be incredibly dangerous 
for us if they were posted on the internet.”

“That would suck, especially for you guys and the Walcotts.”

“You got that right,” she fervently agreed. “The Walcotts would 
likely lose their jobs, just as the church would likely replace 
Bradley."

"My daddy could get fired too.”

“That’s true, but it’s not as likely as a teacher and a pastor. 
It would be incredibly difficult for us to get a job without 
moving far away. Bob, Kent and your father would be very 
embarrassed, but they probably wouldn’t lose their jobs over it.”

“I guess with the internet, getting exposed is a lot easier now.”

"And getting blackmailed too. There are too many people that like 
to just hurt others. I'm sure some would have a blast publicly 
exposing Bradley.”

“Sounds like it’s not worth taking the chance.”

“In spite of the dangers, we all like doing it. Not all the time 
though. The webcam is just something new for us. It’s fun to do 
sometimes with people you know that you can trust. You just have 
to be very careful."

“And smart, as Mom would say.”

“Your Mom’s pretty smart, kiddo.”

“I’m not so sure. Look at all she’s done that could really be bad 
if the wrong people found out.”

“She’s had a pretty wild life, but she’s done her best to keep it 
private. Your parents don’t do the webcam except with people they 
are certain they can trust.”

"Would you have watched us this past Sunday if you could've?"

"Definitely," she smiled.

"I wish you had. I'd have put on a show just for you," I smiled 
naughtily.

"You can put on a show for me and Bradley tonight," she winked in 
return.

"As long as it involves audience participation, I'll show off all 
you want.”

“I may just take you up on that idea,” she beamed.

The look on her face told me she might be planning for me to put 
on a show. The thought of that unnerved me at first, but I’d been 
putting on shows for quite some time already.


******


After we arrived at church, Mrs. Thomas led me to the fellowship 
hall.

The church always had a supper on Wednesday nights before 
everyone broke up into study groups. The food was pretty good. 
The people were really nice to me too. Not everyone who attended 
on Wednesday nights came for the supper though. It was mostly for 
families whose parents worked and wouldn't have time to prepare a 
meal beforehand.

Mrs. Thomas introduced me to the youth minister and his wife, 
James and Beth Davidson. She then told me to meet her at her 
husband's office after the youth group broke up for the night.

I followed James and Beth to the gymnasium where the youth group 
always met. They insisted I call them by their first names, which 
felt odd given that I barely knew them. They were in their late-
twenties. James was hot too. I was immediately in lust with his 
body. Beth was pretty hot herself, but James was something else.

Beth told me they had a four year old son. I immediately offered 
to babysit whenever they needed one. I was very much the 
entrepreneur like that. James said they could never have enough 
babysitters on call. I figured that I wouldn’t charge them much, 
but I’d make James take me home afterward. The long way home.

When we got to the gymnasium, there were a lot of teens there 
already. Most of the guys were playing basketball at one end, 
while the girls and the rest of the guys were playing volleyball 
at the other end.

I was surprised to see Tammy. At least there was someone my age 
that I knew well enough to hang out with. She ran over to me.

"Hi, Mel,” she greeted. “I'm glad you came."

Tammy and I had a bit of an interesting friendship. She was very 
popular at school. Being very pretty and from a somewhat wealthy 
family had a lot to do with it. She was definitely a queen bee at 
school.

She had a natural disdain for cheerleaders though. She thought 
they were just attention whores and drama queens. I’d been a 
cheerleader through the past year. She loved to rag me about it 
too. She said cheerleading was beneath me, that I didn’t need it 
to be popular. I told her I did it just because she hated it. She 
couldn’t wait to tell me her latest dumb cheerleader jokes, which 
mostly were just rehashed dumb blond jokes.

Some people thought we really didn’t like each other. We were 
pretty tight though, although Sarah and I were always much 
closer. Tammy liked Sarah too, even though they didn’t hang out 
much at all. Tammy was more comfortable telling me her private 
thoughts than most people.

She trusted me to keep a secret, although most of her secrets 
were nothing that would really embarrass her. I’d always felt the 
same trust with her. Unfortunately, I couldn’t tell her most of 
my private thoughts anymore.

The most embarrassing thing she’d ever confided in me about 
involved something that happened to her one morning just after 
she’d arrived at school. I was standing outside talking when she 
came up and pulled me aside.

“Hi, Mel,” she said with an awkward look about her.

“Hi, Tam,” I replied. It was my reply sometimes when she’d just 
called me Mel. She hated being called Tam. It was part of the 
friendly jousting that we liked to do to each other. I think it’s 
why some people thought we really didn’t like one another.

She started talking to me about a test we had later, but she was 
acting really strange. I finally questioned her about it.

I leaned closer to her and asked, “Are you okay?”

She pulled me further away from our friends. I thought she was 
about to start crying as she told me her problem.

“After Mom dropped me off, I ...” she paused as she leaned in 
closer to me. “I sharted,” she softly said.

Oh God, I thought. I already knew she was wearing a miniskirt 
that only reached down as far as the fingertips of her 
outstretched arms, which wasn’t very far. Those were school 
rules. I immediately felt bad for her. Sometimes a fart isn’t 
just a fart. Shit happens. I was immediately embarrassed for her.

“Oh shit,” I quietly blurted out.

“Exactly, Mel!” she quietly, but anxiously exclaimed. “Mom left 
to go out of town after she dropped me off. Dad is on an 
airplane. There’s no one I can call to bring me something else to 
wear!”

I knew she couldn’t go to the office and tell them what happened 
to avoid going to class. Word would get out all over school 
before she’d even finished telling them. If she cut class, she’d 
get suspended. And she’d never been in trouble at school before.

In other words, yikes.

She began to really freak out after she told me her predicament 
too. I told her to be cool and to follow me.

We went inside to one of the girl’s restroom together. 
Fortunately, we were alone. She really started to lose it then 
though. There wasn’t a way to clean her panties and still wear 
them without looking like she’d pissed herself. She was 
practically in tears while she babbled about how people would be 
making fun of her and stuff. I’d never seen her look so 
vulnerable.

“Shut up and come here,” I said, grabbing her and pulling her 
into one of the stalls.

I started taking off my jeans. She looked puzzled for a few 
moments as she watched me. Then it dawned on her what I was 
doing.

As I slid my pants and panties off, I told her, “Take your 
panties off and get cleaned up. If you mess these up, you’re on 
your own. I don’t carry spares either.”

She immediately began thanking me over and over as she pulled off 
her panties, and started wiping herself as she squatted over the 
toilet.

“You’re a life saver,” she proclaimed.

“Just be glad I don’t like to go commando, or you’d be flashing 
your cooch all day.”

She looked like she wanted to laugh, but she was still freaked 
out about the whole thing.

Then some girls came into the restroom. I was the one that 
panicked now. We were both in shit if we were found like this. 
Quickly grabbing my jeans and shoes, I climbed up on the toilet 
with Tammy still squatting over it. It was the only way to keep 
those girls from seeing two pairs of legs in the stall. It put my 
pussy right up at her face. Awkward doesn’t even begin to 
describe how we both felt.

She had to grab my legs to keep her balance. No one wants to sit 
on these toilets under any circumstances. Everyone knows that 
school toilet cooties are deadly and will eat your flesh away. I 
started laughing like crazy at our new predicament. I was doing 
my best to keep it quiet though. She couldn’t help but laugh with 
me. Thank God there were no cameras.

When the girls left, I jumped back down and quickly put my jeans 
and shoes back on. Tammy slid my panties on. They fit her nicely. 
The color even worked with her skirt if she decided to flash 
anyone, which sometimes happens inadvertently with a miniskirt 
... which was part of the original panic.

After we were dressed again, we trashed her panties. Well, I made 
her trash them. Before we left the restroom, she hugged me 
tightly. We then left and rejoined our friends. She knew she was 
at my mercy with what I knew, but I never told anyone about it. 
Not even Sarah. Tammy knew I wouldn’t. I never held it over her 
either. That probably solidified our friendship forever. I knew 
she had my back if I ever needed her.

The next weekend while we were at the mall together, she bought 
me some really nice panties. She joked that mine had a skid mark 
in them. I asked her if she’d been having fun sniffing them. She 
said she wanted to keep them as a souvenir of our bathroom 
rendezvous. We laughed about it together before she hugged me 
really tight again, and kissed my cheek.

We didn’t start hanging out together any more than before. We 
didn’t suddenly become inseparable ‘bosom buddies’, but we were 
more than just friends ... and she always tried to include me in 
things she did if she thought I’d be interested. Like the party 
she was planning.

Seeing her at church didn’t really surprise me. She was probably 
surprised to see me though.

"I forgot you came to church a lot," I told her.

"I come mostly because my parents want me to,” she said, sort of 
shrugging. “Did your parents make you?"

"Mrs. Thomas invited me,” I answered, knowing that would sound a 
little strange. “She's good friends with my mom."

"That’s gotta be awkward,” she said, a little squeamishly. “I'd 
be afraid I’d say something wrong and she’d go tell my parents."

God if she only knew what the pastor and his wife were really 
like.

"She's actually really cool,” I said, defending my friend. “She's 
not stuck-up or 'holier than thou' like you might think."

We were with the youth group the whole evening. I stuck mostly 
with Tammy, playing volleyball with her as well. She’s very 
athletic even though she doesn’t go out for any of the school’s 
teams.

Once we got through playing for about an hour, we sat in the 
stands together while James talked with us about some bible 
scripture and how to be good examples when school started back. 
It was boring for the most part, but James was a cutie. That’s 
all that really mattered.

His wife, Beth, seemed to take a very active role in helping her 
husband. She was very pretty with a nice willowy body. I noticed 
that most of the guys couldn't keep their eyes off of her. I 
figured she might be a big reason why they were here too. James’ 
body sure was motivating me to come back.

Other than Tammy, no one else really interacted with me. Most 
everyone knew Tammy pretty well since she was at church a lot. I 
was familiar with many of them from school, but I ran with a 
different crowd. I’d been in classes with a few of the girls, but 
they had their own clique going on.

I knew some of them were teased as being Jesus freaks or ‘the 
church kids’. I'd been in the cheerleader clique the past year. 
That would change though since I decided I didn't want to do 
competition cheer this year. I was expecting that I’d have to 
find some new friends to hang out with at school.

Throughout the evening, I felt like many of them resented me 
being there, like I was intruding on their turf. I didn’t have 
anything against them. I’d never made fun of them. But I was 
probably guilty by association. Oh well.

After the group broke up for the night, I told Tammy I would call 
her and let her know about whether Peter and I would be going to 
her pool party. Not only had I not mentioned it to Peter yet, I 
wasn't even sure we would be together at all if Jennifer stole 
him from me. I then went looking for Mrs. Thomas.

I was waiting inside Pastor Thomas' office when he stopped by and 
mentioned that the staff were doing a little cleaning, and making 
sure the church was locked up. He told me he and his wife would 
be ready to leave shortly.

After about five minutes of waiting, I got impatient and walked 
out into the hallway. The sanctuary wasn't far away at one end of 
the hall. Pastor Thomas had gone the other direction leading to 
where the Sunday school classrooms were located. It was a pretty 
good size building with three floors, so I knew it could take a 
while before we’d be leaving.

Another wing of the church led to the music room and a small 
library, along with a business office for the church’s 
administrative staff. There was even a nursery and child day care 
section as well. I decided to do some exploring in there just to 
kill some time. From the hallway, I'd still be able to see Pastor 
Thomas or his wife when either got back to his office.

Most of the lights were off in the rooms. I did notice that the 
lights were still on in the music room though.

I opened the door carefully and listened for a moment. It was 
quiet, so I walked in to check the place out. It was pretty 
large. Along one long wall were a number of different kinds of 
instruments used during the services. I envied people that could 
play. I had no musical talents. I was destined to just be a 
groupie. I was a pretty good dancer though.

I was about to leave when I heard a man talking from an adjacent 
room that was used to store the robes for the choir members. I 
figured I better leave before he came out and caught me. Then I 
heard a woman's voice. She was almost giggling. That certainly 
piqued my interest.

I quietly walked closer to the door, being careful so that they 
wouldn't see me. The sounds coming from the room were not the 
sounds I expected to hear in a church.

"You look terrific in just a robe," the man said.

"I can't believe you like me wearing one like this."

“You look great in it.”

“But I’m naked underneath, Tom. I don’t see the point in wearing 
the robe.”

"It is a music room, and we're about to make some music."

"You want to play my piano while I play your flute again?"

"I can’t help that I like the joyful noises you make."

My mouth hung open at what I was listening to. It was obviously 
Mr. Thornton, the church's music minister. I wasn’t certain who 
the woman was, but I assumed it was his wife he was with. So 
kinky, I thought.

I listened for a few moments. Based on the sounds, she was giving 
him a blowjob. He was quite happy with her musical talents too. I 
listened in amazement at what they were doing ... in a church, 
for God's sake. I knew I needed to ease my way out of the music 
room before someone caught me though.

"Put it inside me, Tom, and fuck me quick. It's getting late."

"James can wait," he replied to her.

No fucking way! It was Beth, the youth minister's wife! I was 
going to have to ask Mrs. Thomas about this! Was the whole church 
this freaking wild?

I knew then that I’d better leave before I got caught. I quickly 
made my way back out of the music room and was closing the door 
quietly when a hand touched my shoulder from behind.

"Jesus!" I softly exclaimed in surprise, turning around quickly 
to see Pastor Thomas.

"No one has ever confused me with him," he quietly said. "Doing 
some exploring?"

"Yeah. Umm ... don't go in there."

"Ah, Tom and Beth?"

"You know?!" I looked at him dumbfounded.

"Not much gets by me in my church,” he said with a smile. “Did he 
get her to wear a robe again?"

"Uh huh,” I muttered, glancing momentarily back at the door. “I 
guess this is a regular thing then?"

"It's becoming that way. Let's pretend this never happened 
though. No one else is here at this time of night except the 
church staff. If they'd known you might be waiting around on us, 
they wouldn't be ‘making music’ together."

"I didn't think anyone was down here,” I said while grinning 
sheepishly. “I got bored."

"It's fine, Melissa. Don't worry about it,” he said, smiling 
reassuringly. “Anyway, you now have a new secret to keep."

"I think I need to setup a filing system."

He laughed softly as we started heading back to his office. Mrs. 
Thomas walked up moments after we got there. Pastor Thomas 
quickly explained to her what I'd discovered. She shook her head 
in amazement. I just shrugged.

"We need to go now, sweetie," she told me.

We walked toward a door close to the pastor's office that led 
outside. Before we opened it, Pastor Thomas stopped us.

“Doris, I forgot to tell James that I had to cancel our meeting 
in the morning. He still should be in the gym. Would you mind 
stopping by there?”

Wanting to be Miss Helper, and to talk to the sexy youth minister 
again, I said, “I can go real quick and tell him.”

I turned and practically ran toward the gym. The idea of talking 
to James alone had my motor running, especially while his wife 
was fucking someone else.

The overhead lights were already off in the gymnasium. Light was 
shining through the open doorway of the youth minister’s office 
though. I figured James would be in there still. I wondered if I 
could get away with flirting with him some. What could his wife 
say? I surprised myself at how shameless I was being.

When I walked up to the door, I froze. I was completely stunned 
by what I saw. The youth minister’s wife wasn’t the only one 
having some after church fun. James had a girl leaning over his 
desk. She was naked from the waist down, and her top and bra were 
pulled up enough so that her tits were exposed. That isn’t what 
stunned me though. It was who he was fucking. Leaning over the 
desk was Tammy!

I guessed that she had some demons that needed exorcising. He was 
sure pounding her pussy hard enough to force out anything that 
didn’t belong in her. She was really into it too. I knew I 
wouldn't ever have to wonder again about whether she was a virgin 
still. Fuck! I was jealous! He had only pulled his pants down, 
but he still looked incredible. I’d be happy to just rub his 
naked ass for hours!

They must've thought that no one would catch them. They probably 
did this quite a bit while his wife was busy with Mr. Thornton in 
the choir room. Even though I had a bad angle, I could tell James 
had a nice cock. Tammy was sure enjoying it. I wondered when she 
had started fooling around with him.

I must've been staring at them for a few minutes when I heard my 
name whispered. I turned to see Mrs. Thomas who had a finger up 
to her lips indicating I should keep quiet. She walked up behind 
me and joined me in watching for a very short time before taking 
my hand and pulling me away.

We quietly left the gymnasium and headed outside through one of 
the exit doors.

When we were near her car, I glanced back toward the church, and 
said, "I thought the Rayner’s house was wild. God’s house isn’t 
far behind. Sheesh."

Mrs. Thomas's responded, "You can't tell anyone what you just 
saw."

"I won't. I promise."

"You didn't know your church was this kinky, did you."

"Nothing surprises me anymore,” I replied, my resignation to 
everything clear in my voice. “Do they all know what is going on 
with their spouses?"

"No cheating allowed," Mrs. Thomas firmly said. "When this all 
started, we all agreed to not do things behind each other's 
backs."

"When this all started?” I repeated her words. “You say that like 
everyone talked about it beforehand."

"Pretty much,” she said. “Bradley is very careful about who gets 
on staff. Obviously, this isn’t your average church."

"Obviously,” I sarcastically said. She just chuckled. “So, you 
and your husband have sex with the staff too?"

"Why would you ever think we didn't?" she feigned shock.

"I might have to go into the ministry now," I joked. I wickedly 
smiled as I added, “James is pretty hot. I bet Mr. Thornton is a 
kinky music minister with all those instruments. I bet his wife 
is too.”

“You’d make a great minister of something,” she teased. “I’m not 
sure of what though.”

I feigned being insulted.

“I’d settle for just being the church slut,” I said like an 
airhead. “I think Tammy already has the job though.”

She laughed as we got in her car.

As she started driving to us over to my house, I said, "Tammy is 
one of my best friends."

"I can see why," she teased.

"I'm not sure if that's an insult or compliment."

"It's definitely a compliment. Tammy is a sweet girl. Her parents 
are good people. Tammy is pretty wild though."

"She's really outgoing, but I've never thought of her as being 
wild."

"I bet she would say the same about you,” Mrs. Thomas said, “... 
if she only knew."

I grinned bashfully.

"Do her parents have sex with others?"

"Not that I'm aware of."

"So how did my friend turn into being the youth minister's pin 
cushion?"

She looked at me a little shocked at my characterization of a 
good friend.

"Throwing stones, are we?"

"I'm just being funny. I still think she's ...” I paused before 
lightheartedly needling her by saying, “the bee’s knees."

Mrs. Thomas feigned being insulted, and then said, "Tammy has 
been close with his wife, Beth, for a while. Things happened 
between her and Beth one night at Beth’s house. James ended up 
joining in not long after their first time, and it went on from 
there."

"So she likes girls too?" I asked.

"She's very good at going down on me."

"I'd have never guessed,” I said in feigned amazement. “What's 
funny is that she joked last Friday about trying out for the 
softball team after our friend, Becky, complained that they were 
all lesbians."

"Are you getting hot for your friend now? Wanna try out for ‘her’ 
team?" she teased.

"Actually, yeah," I blushed.

"Go for it," she encouraged me. "I'm sure she would like someone 
her age to have sex with ... or just to talk to about it. I know 
she doesn't right now. She's just as afraid as you are about 
getting outed."

I'd have to be very careful approaching her. She could really 
freak out if one of her friends tried seducing her. Being thought 
of as a lesbian at school would be really bad. Maybe I could 
offer to help her hone her softball skills.

"You know you can't ever tell anyone about what you saw ... and 
just learned," she reminded me.

"I wouldn't. Tammy is cool. I could never hurt her like that. She 
knows that too."

I resisted the temptation to tell Mrs. Thomas about the sharting 
secret. It would’ve been shitty of me if had.


******


Mrs. Thomas drove me over to my house so we could talk to my 
parents about taking me camping that weekend. We were talking 
strategy along the way. She parked in front of the house and we 
walked slowly up to the door. Mrs. Thomas was certain she could 
convince Mom that it would be good for the two of us, but she 
wanted me to lead the way with my parents.

I unlocked the door and we stepped inside. I could hear the TV in 
the family room and figured my parents were in there together.

As we approached the entrance to the family room, Mrs. Thomas 
stopped me. I immediately recognized why she stopped me too. The 
sound from the TV wasn't your typical family drama. My parents 
were apparently watching a porno together.

I smiled up at Mrs. Thomas. She held a finger to her lips, 
shushing me, as she nudged me to move cautiously to the entrance. 
We both peeked around the corner at the same time. Mrs. Thomas 
reacted quickly to what we both saw by putting her hand over my 
mouth to keep me from yelling out. My reputation for being a bit 
noisy at times was obviously well known.

What I saw was my mom on her hands and knees facing the TV ... 
with Mike Walcott fucking her from behind. It wasn't an ordinary 
fuck though. His cock was sawing in and out of Mom's ass.

We stared at the scene together for maybe a minute. Mom was 
getting rather vocal as Mike kept up a steady rhythm. I never 
realized just how filthy she could talk. Sure, I'd seen her being 
very vocal in the porn movies I'd seen, but this wasn't scripted. 
She wasn't getting paid to put on a show. Her reactions were 
natural ones. She was being nasty for the pure pleasure of it. A 
teen boy was getting both of them off, and she was letting him 
know just how much she liked it.

Mike seemed to enjoy talking dirty to her as well. He was 
treating her just like a slut, telling Mom that her ass belonged 
to him. I wondered if this was normal sex talk for him. The one 
time I'd been alone with Mike and Pam, she'd been the vocal one.

He did fuck me from behind later that same night while we were 
playing ‘seven minutes in heaven’, but he didn't talk to me while 
pumping my pussy. Julie was with us though. Maybe he just wasn't 
comfortable telling me he owned my ass with his younger sister in 
the tent too.

Watching him eagerly slam his cock into my mother's butt, it was 
more than obvious that this wasn't their first time together. He 
wasn't being shy at all. He was holding her slender hips with 
both hands while he porked her ass like he really did own it. He 
acted like he’d been there before.

I looked up at Mrs. Thomas. I quietly mouthed, "Where's my 
daddy?"

She looked at the stairs, and I knew she suspected he was 
upstairs with someone as well. She then pulled on my arm to get 
me to back away from the family room.

Mrs. Thomas whispered, "Obviously, this isn't a great time to 
talk about camping. We better go."

I pulled away from her and glanced back into the family room 
again. Mike was still plowing in and out of Mom's butt. She was 
still enjoying it very much too. I was mesmerized by the sight of 
her sphincter clinging to his cock as he fucked her.

I then looked back at Mrs. Thomas. She knew what I was about to 
do and immediately started shaking her head to stop me. I wasn’t 
about to be stopped though.

I quietly walked by the entrance to the family room to the base 
of the stairs. As quietly as I could, I quickly went upstairs. I 
was nervous, but not about getting caught. I just wasn’t sure I 
was prepared for what I might discover.

Reaching the top, I stood back a little distance from my parents’ 
open bedroom door ... and I could hear voices. Tiptoeing closer 
to the opening, I expected to see Daddy and Kari. As expected, 
they were in there together. Daddy was on the bed and Kari was 
standing beside it. What I didn’t expect was for one other person 
to be with them. Specifically, another Walcott. She was lying on 
the bed on her stomach with her face at his crotch, licking my 
daddy’s cock as he sat back against the headboard.

“Make him feel good, slave. Or you’ll have to be spanked again.”

“Yes, Mistress Kari,” she said.

“Yes what, slave?” she asked forcefully, firmly slapping her 
upturned ass at the same time.

“Yes, Mistress. I’ll make him feel good, Mistress,” she replied 
with a bit of anguish in her voice.

“You better, if you know what’s good for you,” Kari said before 
she popped her naked butt again to emphasize she meant business.

I knew Mrs. Walcott liked being spanked. She obviously was into 
being submissive during sex. But this wasn’t Mrs. Walcott. It was 
Julie! And did she really just call her sister ‘Mistress Kari’? 
What the fuck was going on?!

Julie wasn’t being shy at all about holding and sucking my dad’s 
cock. Looking more intently at Julie’s firm ass, I could tell it 
had already been wailed on before I’d arrived. Did my daddy spank 
her too? If he had, would he want to do me like that too? I’d 
gotten spankings when I was younger. Did he get off on it with 
me?

Once again, a hand covered my mouth to keep me from squealing. 
Another hand grabbed my arm and forcefully pulled me back toward 
the stairs.

“We really need to go,” Mrs. Thomas demandingly whispered.

Mrs. Thomas finally succeeded in getting me to leave the house. I 
made sure the door was locked before we quickly walked to her 
car. It was then that I recognized the car parked on the street. 
It was the one Kari usually drove. I hadn't paid any attention to 
it when we'd first arrived.

As Mrs. Thomas drove away from my house, she said, “I need to put 
a leash on you. First you take off from me at the church and 
discover James and Tammy. Now this.”

“I figured Kari might be upstairs with my father," I said.

“Well, you were at least partially right,” Mrs. Thomas said, 
sighing. “You’d make a great spy, if you weren’t so reckless. You 
almost got us both caught!”

“I’m sorry if I freaked you out. I just had to know what was 
going on!” I asserted. “I never expected to see Julie ... acting 
like ...”

“Her mother?”

“Yeah. I guess it makes sense, when you think about it. I’ve 
wondered before why Kari and Julie never argued. Big sister’s 
butt whippings probably explain that!”

Mrs. Thomas laughed, “They don’t do that all the time, sweetie. 
Julie likes being submissive sometimes, just like her Mom does. 
But Terri enjoys the pain. Julie’s not into that at all. Kari is 
more into domination than causing pain, so it works out great 
between the sisters.”

She added, “You and Julie are friends, right?”

“Yeah, but we’ve never been that close. I mean, she’s really cool 
and stuff. But we just seemed to go in different directions a lot 
of the time. Different interests.”

“Maybe she just wants you to give her a good spanking sometime?” 
she teased again.

Maybe, I thought.

“Is Mike into getting his butt whipped too?” I anxiously asked, 
hoping he wasn’t. “I don’t think Pam would care for a boyfriend 
like that.”

She chuckled a little, “No. He’s more like his dad too. Neither 
minds doing some light spanking, but that’s about it.”

"I guess Jamie is probably spending the night at the Clarks 
again."

"Most likely,” she said. “I thought we might walk in on something 
tonight."

I cocked my head and looked at her, "You were hoping we would, 
weren't you?"

"Uh huh," she admitted.

"Why? Do you enjoy freaking me out now?" I asked, exasperated.

She laughed again, and then teased me, "You couldn't take your 
eyes off of them."

"Mike was fucking Mom’s ass. Julie was being a sex slave to her 
sister and my father,” I said, a little louder than I should 
have. “How do you expect me to not stare at them?!"

"I’m just teasing you, Mel,” she said apologetically.

“I can’t see how anyone would like getting their butt poked or 
popped like that!”

“They were enjoying it, especially your mom. Everybody’s 
different, Melissa."

I just turned my head away in thought. Mom had really been into 
it. Mike was fucking her ass hard. I wasn't sure I could do 
something like that. I'd tried fingering my butt some, and it had 
felt pretty good. Mrs. Thomas’s finger had felt good earlier too.

The biggest I had up my butt had been the vibrator Doris had 
pushed in there during the blindfold game the Saturday I had 
discovered them all being nudists. But our fingers and the 
vibrator were far from being as thick as the cocks that had been 
fucking my pussy over the past month. I wasn’t sure I could take 
one up my butt without it hurting rather badly.


******


Pastor Thomas was already home when we arrived. We all went up to 
their bedroom as Mrs. Thomas explained to him what I'd discovered 
in the gymnasium and at my house. We got undressed and lay down 
on their bed. She told her husband that I was reluctant to try a 
butt fuck.

"It feels really great, Melissa. And Bradley is very good at it," 
Mrs. Thomas coaxed me into trying.

I stared at his hard cock. He was certainly excited at the 
prospect of talking my anal virginity.

In an attempt to ease my mind, he said, "I'll go very slowly. In 
fact, you'll get to control just how much you take and how fast."

Mrs. Thomas saw that I was still very uncomfortable with the 
idea.

"Baby, just give it a try. You can say stop at any time. Bradley 
really is good at this."

I finally agreed to at least trying. I knew I was going to do 
this at some point. It might as well be with people I could 
trust, and actually knew what they were doing.

They took their time getting me to relax. Pastor Thomas gave me a 
great full body massage. I think he just liked touching me all 
over. I was putty in his hands too. Mrs. Thomas then gave me a 
long hot bath, taking her time to bathe me all over. It felt 
wonderful to be pampered, and the center of attention. After 
getting out of the tub, they both used big fluffy towels to 
carefully dry me. I was then led to their bedroom.

Mrs. Thomas recommended that I get on my hands and knees on the 
bed and arch my back. She said it would give me more control over 
things and put my butt higher up in the air. I gave them both a 
wry smile, again wondering if I really wanted to go through with 
this. Finally though, I was on their bed, sticking my butt up in 
the air for them to play with. They both took turns licking and 
fingering my butt hole, getting me ready.

“Ok, Melissa,” Mrs. Thomas said, “I am going to push a vibrator 
slowly up your butt to open you up a little more. Remember how it 
felt good that Saturday when we played the blindfold game at the 
Rayner’s?”

I mumbled some agreement. Mrs. Thomas used two different sized 
vibrators to get me used to having something up my butt. There 
was no pain and the larger vibrator slid in pretty easily. They 
had my asshole all lubed by the time Pastor Thomas was ready to 
put his cock inside it.

The worst part was at the beginning. They'd done a lot to get me 
relaxed, but feeling the spongy head pressing at my backdoor 
still made me tense up. He took his time though, pushing gently 
until the head popped inside.

"Oh, my God!" I exclaimed into a pillow.

He held perfectly still. There was pain, but nothing I couldn't 
deal with.

"You're in control, sweetie."

"Go slow," I nervously said to him.

He slowly pushed a few more inches inside me before he stopped on 
his own.

"Gawd!" I uttered. "He's so fucking big!"

"Are you okay?" Mrs. Thomas asked with real concern. She didn’t 
want this to be a bad experience.

"Yeah,” I said nervously. “Just give me a minute to get used to 
it."

Pastor Thomas added, "Push back against me when you're ready. 
I'll let you take it at your pace."

The pain was basically gone after a few moments. I pressed back 
letting a little more slide into me before pulling away slightly. 
I got into a good rhythm that way. I was taking more and more of 
him. I was so incredibly full. It was such a different feeling 
from having a cock in my pussy.

Finally I had him all the way inside me. I felt satisfaction at 
being able to take all of him without chickening out. I glanced 
at Mrs. Thomas, and she was smiling at me.

“You are doing great, honey. You look so hot with Bradley’s cock 
up your ass.”

 Her hand caressed my butt cheek just inches from where her 
husband had his cock buried in me. Her other hand touched my face 
gently. Her look told me she was proud of me.

I started moving again, fucking myself with his stiff dick.

Mrs. Thomas said, "I think she likes it, Bradley."

Her husband replied, "I'm glad she does, because her ass is 
squeezing my cock so damn good."

He then grabbed my hips to hold me still.

"Are you ready to get your ass fucked like your mother was by 
Mike?" Mrs. Thomas asked.

"I think so," I tentatively said.

And fuck my ass he did. He started at a slow pace, but eventually 
was slamming his cock into me just like it was my pussy. I was 
surprised it didn't hurt. I was sure I would be sore afterwards, 
but it felt incredible having his dick sawing in and out of my 
ass. I came so damn good after he’d worked up a steady pounding 
rhythm. I was now pushing back into him almost as hard as he was 
slamming into me.

While he was fucking me, Doris was playing with my tits, 
squeezing them, twisting my nipples and pinching them. Having her 
play with me while her husband fucked my ass made me that much 
hotter.

Finally he blew his load in my ass. He grunted loudly as he held 
himself deep in me, releasing his sperm into my butt. I could 
feel each and every jerk of his cock as his cum spurted into me.

When he was spent, he sat back on his haunches. I felt so empty 
when his cock slipped out of me. I wondered if my ass would ever 
be the same. I figured my asshole must've been wide open still.

Sweetie, you are gaping so nicely, you are so wide open.” Mrs. 
Thomas stuck a finger inside, playing in the cum he'd left. I 
barely felt her finger enter me at first, but still enjoyed what 
she was doing.

Finally, I moved so I was on my back. I then realized my butt was 
beginning to drain cum onto the bed sheet.

"I think I'm making a mess," I said apologetically.

"We have a washing machine for just this reason," Mrs. Thomas 
said, stroking her fingers through my hair. "So, did you enjoy 
your first time?"

"Yeah, it was great. Thanks, Pastor Thomas."

He leaned down and kissed me tenderly.

"Why don't you call me Bradley when we're together like this ... 
unless you get off on calling me Pastor."

"Thanks, Bradley. It felt great, but I bet I'm going to be sore 
in the morning."

Mrs. Thomas said, "It's a good kind of sore."

The rest of the night was mostly one long fuck session. Mrs. 
Thomas even fucked my ass with a strap-on. She even fucked her 
husband's butt too. Of course, I was sworn to secrecy about that. 
I woke up in the middle of the night to Pastor Thomas putting my 
legs over his shoulders before fucking my pussy good and hard. 
The man definitely had stamina.

Pastor Thomas finally revealed his potty mouth to me too. I was 
suddenly his little ass slut. At one point during the night while 
I sucked him, he called me his teenage cock gobbler. I was also 
his cum guzzling little bitch when he came in my mouth. Sperm 
burper just made me giggle.

Mrs. Thomas just rolled her eyes whenever he felt the need to 
show off his extensive vocabulary. It was so fifth grade, but I 
enjoyed it anyways. He was rather creative with some of them. Who 
would’ve thought? I made mental notes of some of the things he 
called me so I could use them as insults later.

The next morning, we took a long shower together. My ass was a 
little tender, but it was worth what I'd felt the previous night. 
I was looking forward to my next butt fucking. I was hoping it 
would be Peter too.

Mrs. Thomas fixed us a light breakfast. We sat together eating 
and talking about my situation with Peter and Jennifer ... and 
scheming about how to get my parents to take me on a camping trip 
over the coming weekend.

Before we left, Pastor asked me if I had enjoyed the night with 
them and if I might like to get together with them again.

Doris smiled when I said that I would like that very much.

“Perhaps you might bring Peter with you next time?” Doris asked.

I didn’t answer. I didn’t know if we’d even be together or not. I 
needed to find out first.


******


Mrs. Thomas and I arrived at my house about mid-morning. I 
noticed that the Walcott's car was no longer out front. The image 
of Mike fucking Mom's ass was again in my head though.

I wondered if Daddy had enjoyed Kari the same way. Maybe Julie 
too! I suddenly felt jealous of both of them. I wasn’t interested 
in my daddy fucking my ass, but I was envious of my friends for 
the attention they were getting from him.

Mom met us at the door and led us into the kitchen where she was 
doing some cleaning. Mrs. Thomas sat down at the table. I 
remained standing at the end of the table. I felt like I was in 
more of a position of strength that way.

Mrs. Thomas had urged me to ask the question politely. I was 
going to be more direct though.

"Mom, I want us to go camping this weekend."

She immediately stopped what she was doing and looked at me 
intently.

"Honey, this weekend really isn't the best time. Your father is 
snowed under at work right now."

"If Daddy can't go, then we can go without him ... you, me, and 
Jamie," I stated with a determined tone.

Mrs. Thomas sat there just observing. She was going to let me 
tackle this on my own for the time being. Mom walked over and sat 
in a chair, opposite of Mrs. Thomas. They both looked up 
expectantly at me.

Mom then said, "How about we go next weekend? That way your 
father can get things settled at work ... and we’ll have time to 
actually get prepared to camp out."

I took a deep breath to help steel my resolve.

"Mom, let’s go this weekend,” I said unwaveringly. “I've got 
other plans for next weekend."

Mrs. Thomas almost groaned as she looked down at the table. Mom's 
expression became unmistakably incredulous. Then she looked at 
Mrs. Thomas with her ‘can you believe the gall’ look.

It sure didn’t take a telepath to read mom’s mind right then. I'd 
blown it. I expected a reply that would include the word 
impudence. She liked that word. She’d used it a lot in the past 
with me.

Mrs. Thomas looked at Mom though and slightly shook her head, 
indicating she shouldn't blow up at me. Mom scrunched her lips, 
regaining some control.

Mom then started an interrogation, "Why do you want to go camping 
this weekend?"

"I think it would be good for us,” I stated. I momentarily paused 
to come up with something convincing. “School will be starting 
back before long. I want to go at least once this summer with my 
family."

"Is it because the Rayners are going?"

I started chewing on my lip, "No ..." I said, which immediately 
setoff Mom’s bullshit look. I quickly recovered, “Not just 
because.”

"I suppose Peter is going too, right?"

I looked down and kicked at the floor, and then nodded.

"Why don't you go with the Rayners?"

"I can't."

"Have you asked?"

Mrs. Thomas suppressed a laugh, which Mom noticed.

"I can't ask," I replied, without explanation.

Mom sighed in frustration. Mrs. Thomas was doing her best to 
suppress her amusement. Mom reacted to it too.

"Doris?"

Mrs. Thomas looked at me and I just shrugged. She then cut to the 
chase for Mom's benefit.

"Melissa wants to go because she's afraid a friend of hers is 
going to try to steal Peter away from her. She doesn't want Peter 
to think she’s desperate though. So she can't ask the Rayners if 
she can go with them. If it looks like you and Greg decided to go 
instead, then she could save face."

Mom drummed her fingers on the kitchen table and sighed in 
exasperation. She looked at me. I could only give her a weak 
yearning smile.

She then pointed her finger at me and said, "You owe me, young 
lady."

I ran over to her, hugging and kissing her.

"Thanks, Mom. You're the bestest."

"Don't go celebrating yet. I've got to talk to your father 
first."

"You can convince him. You're great like that, Mom."

Mrs. Thomas said, "I think you just became 'Mom of the Year'."

Mom replied, "As I said, she owes me."

"Thanks, Mom," I said, before grabbing the phone.

She asked, “What are you doing?”

“Calling Dad for you,” I happily replied.

Mrs. Thomas laughed while Mom stared at me in amazement.

After I called and was put on hold, Mrs. Thomas brought Mom up to 
date about Jennifer.

When Daddy finally was on the phone, I rapidly said, “Hi, Daddy. 
I love you soooo much. You’re the best Daddy in the world. Tell 
Mom it’s okay. Okay, here she is.” And I quickly handed the phone 
to Mom and smiled sweetly.

She held the phone for a moment while she stared at me. Mrs. 
Thomas almost fell out of her chair laughing.


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Mom talked to Daddy and explained what was going on. He wasn't 
too crazy about the whole situation, but he had to know I'd never 
let up on him until he said we could go. As Mom expected, he 
wouldn't be able to go. His boss had already indicated he would 
need him over the weekend to help finish a project before Monday.

After making sure we coordinated with the Rayners so Mom wouldn’t 
have to handle everything alone, he gave his blessing. With the 
Walcotts going too, he was probably easier to convince.

With a few more phone calls, everything was basically settled for 
us to go the next day.

She then looked at me, "Call Jamie at Sarah's house and tell him 
to get home and pull out the camping gear. You can help him too."

I hugged Mom again. I then went around the table and kissed Mrs. 
Thomas on the cheek. Mom gave me a curious look. Was she jealous?

There was no chance of getting one of the cabins at the 
campground, so we had to pull out the tent Daddy had bought a few 
years ago ... that I had no clue about. It would be plenty large 
enough for me, Jamie, and Mom.

I called Peter and told him a bit of a lie.

"Guess what! Mom decided it would be a good weekend to take me 
camping for the first time."

Peter replied, "Too cool. We'll have a great time. Do you think 
you can handle being around a lot of naked people?"

"I've already been around a lot of naked people," I reminded him.

"Not like at the campground, you haven’t. You won't know most of 
them."

"Do you know any of the people that will likely be there?"

"I'll know some that go regularly."

It began to bother me that he wasn't specifically mentioning that 
Jennifer would be there. He had to know she was my friend.

"Anyone our age?"

"The Prestons might be there. You know them."

At least he finally mentioned her ... sorta. "Cool. Well, I know 
Jennifer, but not her family."

“You don’t seem surprised that Jennifer is a nudist.”

I probably should’ve acted surprised. Pam had told me earlier. I 
didn’t want him to know about that. I thought quickly, and said, 
“Peter, after yesterday at your house, absolutely nothing 
surprises me.”

He bought it too. I decided to see what else he would tell me 
about Jennifer.

"How long has she been going?" I asked. I was sure that Pam 
hadn't told him what she’d told me.

"For a while. She'll likely be there if her parents go," he 
replied, without bothering to mention she was there pretty 
regularly during the summer months.

Was he trying to hide a possible relationship from me? Was he 
really glad I was going? Did I just spoil his weekend with 
Jennifer? Was I just letting my suspicions and paranoia get the 
best of me?

I was determined I'd find out.


(continued in chapter 27)

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