Author: Pookie
Title: Pookie | Melissa’s Secrets (Chapter 4)
Part: Chapter 4
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Melissa’s Secrets
By Pookie


Chapter 4


The first Saturday after school let out for summer vacation, my 
dad took me shopping with him. When we returned home, my mom told 
me that Mrs. Clark called and asked if I could come over to see 
her for a few minutes.

The thought that Mrs. Clark wanted to see me made me tingle. I 
knew Sarah was at her grandparents’ house for the weekend. So, 
whatever Mrs. Clark wanted was going to be between us.

When I got to her house, Mrs. Clark was home alone. She let me 
in, led me into the kitchen, and got us both a glass of ice tea. 

When we were both seated at the table with our tea, Mrs. Clark 
said, "Melissa, it has been a long time since we’ve had a chance 
to talk."

"I know. It has been a couple of months at least."

"Have you missed me?"

"I’ve missed being with you very much."

"Well, how about telling me about what you’ve been up to since 
the last time we talked."

Somehow I knew she didn't want to hear about what I had been 
doing at school. So I told her about the night Pam and I spent 
with Jamie, and about all the times I spent having oral sex with 
him since then. 

Mrs. Clark anxiously asked, “Has Sarah been with Jamie?”

“Not yet. Would it be all right if Sarah did join me and Jamie 
sometime?”

"I’d like Sarah to learn to enjoy giving oral sex to a boy, but I 
don't want her to have intercourse yet. I want her to wait a 
couple more years before she loses her virginity. Your mother and 
I discussed this and we both feel that you girls should wait a 
few more years before you have intercourse."

"You discussed this with my mom?!” I asked her, incredulously. “I 
can't believe that you Mom talked about me having sex! Did you 
tell her about us?"

"Your mother and I have been friends a long time. We tell each 
other almost everything, but I haven't told her everything about 
you and me."

I was a little freaked out by what Mrs. Clark just told me. I 
wondered how much my mom knew about what I was doing with Mrs. 
Clark. I was even more worried about what she knew of Sarah, Pam 
and Jamie. I tried to get Mrs. Clark to tell me how much Mom 
knew, but she never would tell me anything specific.

"Your mom knows only what she needs to know, and she is glad that 
I’m helping you."

I was really confused by this turn of events. Finally I asked, 
"What do I do now?"

"Keep doing what you have been doing, having fun learning about 
sex."

"Is this why you asked me to come over, to tell me that you and 
Mom think I should wait till I’m older to have intercourse?"

"Oh, no. That's not what I wanted to talk about at all. The 
reason I asked you to come over is to see if you would like to do 
me a big favor."

I was still a little shaken at that point.

“What kind of favor do you want?”

"Today is my husband's birthday, and I have promised him a very 
special surprise. How would you feel about giving my husband a 
blowjob tonight?"

I was so surprised by what she said that I almost choked.

"You want me to give Mr. Clark a blowjob? Really?"

"Yes, really. Bob thinks you’re a very sexy young lady, and I 
know that he fantasizes about you when he masturbates."

"He does?"

"Yes. Do you think you could do that for me?"

"I guess. If you want me to, I will ... but only if you're with 
me."

"Don't worry. I’ll be right there with you,” she said, smiling. 
“Now this is what I have planned. I’ve already arranged with your 
mom for you to spend the night here.”

She arranged with my mother for me to spend the night? My head 
was spinning.

“Bob and I are going out to dinner for his birthday, and we’ll be 
out of the house till about 7:30 tonight. I want you to come over 
here at seven o'clock and bring your cheerleader uniform with 
you. You don't need the bloomers because I want you to wear 
regular white panties under the skirt.”

I couldn’t believe she wanted me to give her husband a blowjob 
while I had my cheerleader uniform on.

“When you get here, the house key will be under the welcome mat 
so you can let yourself in. Go upstairs and change into your 
uniform. Then just wait in the bedroom till I come and get you.”

When she finished telling me her plan, she asked, “Do you 
understand or have any questions? Will you do it?”

The idea of giving Mr. Clark a blowjob with her right there 
intrigued me. Actually it made my panties wet. 

“I don't have any questions ... I guess ... I‘ll do it.”

"Okay, great. I'll see you at seven.”

She walked me to the door. Before I opened the door to leave, 
Mrs. Clark kissed me and pushed her tongue into my mouth. As she 
continued to embrace me, she pushed her hand inside my panties 
and played with my clit. She stopped before I had an orgasm.

"That’s just a preview for tonight.”

Mrs. Clark opened the door and I left. I looked back at her 
feeling excited about what was going to happen later when I came 
back. I still couldn’t believe I was going to do it. I was 
actually planning to suck a married man’s cock ... with his wife 
right there watching!


******


When I got back to my house, I began to worry about being around 
Mom. What if she asked me what Mrs. Clark wanted, or asked why I 
was going to spend the night at Mrs. Clark's house when Sarah 
wasn't home? Would she ask me why Mrs. Clark had asked about me 
spending the night, instead of asking her myself?

When I walked into the house, Mom was watering her plants. As I 
came into the room she looked at me and smiled.

"Did you see Mrs. Clark?"

I got very tense as I responded, "Yes, I saw her."

I waited for the next question without any idea of how I would 
answer her. But there was no question, except the one I always 
hated. 

"Good. Now, can you give me a hand cleaning this house?"

I spent the rest of the afternoon helping Mom around the house. 
During that whole time, she never once asked me about what I 
talked to Mrs. Clark about, or why I was spending the night at 
her house.


******


At 6:00, I went up to my room, closed and locked my door. I got 
out the photograph of Mrs. Clark sucking Mr. Clark's cock. I sat 
down on my bed and stared at the picture. I marveled at the 
thought that later that evening, I was going to have that cock in 
my mouth. I was getting so excited thinking about what I was 
going to be doing that I had to slip my hand in my panties and 
get myself off.

I put the picture back in its hiding place, and then went to take 
a shower. I dressed in shorts, bra and a t-shirt. Then I packed 
my uniform in my overnight bag with a pair of white bikini 
panties that Jamie had told me looked sexy on me. 

When I was finished packing, it was almost seven o'clock. So I 
headed downstairs with my bag. My parents were sitting in the 
family room watching television. When I walked into the room, Mom 
looked at me with a strange smile on her face.

"Have a good time tonight, Melissa."

I told them goodbye and left to go to the Clark’s house. When I 
got there, I let myself in and went directly upstairs to Mrs. 
Clark's bedroom, and started to change my clothes.

I put on the white bikini panties and my cheerleading skirt. I 
decided not to wear a bra, so I took it off before I put my cheer 
uniform top on. I knew from the things that Mrs. Clark had told 
me that Mr. Clark liked it when I didn't wear one.

I sat on the bed and waited anxiously for them to come home.


******


It was 7:40 when I heard the car pull into the driveway. My heart 
immediately began to beat harder and faster. I could feel that 
familiar shiver run up my spine when I heard the front door open.

I could hear them talking downstairs, but couldn’t make out what 
they were saying. It seemed to take forever, but when I looked at 
the clock it had only been a few minutes.

I heard Mrs. Clark say, "Bob, sit here and I'll be back in a 
couple of minutes."

I heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

Mrs. Clark came into the bedroom smiling, and whispered, "Are you 
ready?"

I whispered back, "Yes.”

As quietly as possible, I followed Mrs. Clark back downstairs and 
into the kitchen. Mrs. Clark pointed toward the dining room and I 
peeked in. I saw Mr. Clark sitting at the dining room table with 
his back to the kitchen door.

When I turned back to the kitchen, Mrs. Clark was lighting 
candles on a birthday cake. After she had all of the candles lit, 
she had me pick up the cake and carry it to the doorway leading 
into the dining room. 

Before we went into the dining room, Mrs. Clark said, "Okay, Bob. 
Close your eyes, and don't peek until I say you can. Okay?"

"Okay, my eyes are closed."

I followed Mrs. Clark into the room and stood at the table next 
to Mr. Clark. 

"Okay. You can open your eyes now.”

The two of us immediately started singing happy birthday to him. 
When Mr. Clark opened his eyes and saw me standing there in my 
cheerleader outfit holding his birthday cake, he was speechless. 
We finished singing to him and he just stared at me for a few 
moments before looking over at Mrs. Clark. He quickly returned 
his gaze to me. Finally I set the cake in front of him.

I said, "Blow out the candles and make a wish."

Mr. Clark blew out the candles. His face lit up with a big smile.

"I guess I get my wish tonight. Thank you, Colleen ... and thank 
you too, Melissa. You both are very pretty tonight."

“You’re welcome, honey. Now let’s eat some cake before we give 
you your ... present,” she told him teasingly.

The three of us sat and had a piece of cake. The whole time we 
were eating, Mr. Clark couldn't get the smile off his face. I 
hoped that one day when I had a husband that he’d look as 
handsome as Mr. Clark.

When we finished the cake, Mrs. Clark said, "Well, Bob. Should we 
go upstairs and see if your wish is going to come true?"

We all got up from the table and walked out of the room together. 
After we reached the stairway, Mr. Clark said, "Melissa, why 
don't you go first."

As I started up the stairs, Mrs. Clark laughed and said, "He just 
wants you to go first so he can look up your skirt, sweetie."

Growing bolder now, I reached behind me and flipped my skirt up 
so he would be sure to see my panties. 

"I don't mind if he peeks," I said while giggling.

When we got to the bedroom, Mrs. Clark undressed her husband and 
told him to lie down on the bed. My eyes were locked on Mr. 
Clark's cock, already hard and standing straight up. It was much 
bigger that Jamie's, but I already knew that it would be because 
I had seen it in the photograph.

I stared at him openly as he took his cock in his hand and began 
to play with it. While he stroked it, Mrs. Clark told me to show 
myself off for him. So I did some jumps and spins, enough to give 
Mr. Clark plenty of peeks at my panties.

His expression really lit up when I did a split on the floor, and 
then lay on my back. Mr. Clark watched without saying a word, he 
just lay there smiling and stroking his cock, looking between my 
widespread legs. I was sure he could see how wet I was.

I then stood back up and bowed. They both clapped and praised me. 
I didn’t typically blush when cheering, but I did then.

Mrs. Clark came up behind me, put her arms around me, and pressed 
her hands against my breasts.

"Sweetie, how about doing that again, only this time without your 
panties?" she asked.

Mrs. Clark lifted my skirt and pushed my panties down my legs. 
When they were around my ankles, I stepped out of them. Mrs. 
Clark then took her clothes off.

I bit my lip. Just the thought of showing off my naked pussy and 
butt to a grown man was intimidating. Mrs. Clark standing there 
naked made it even more intimidating. I was just a teenager. His 
wife was much sexier than me. Standing next to each other in 
front of her husband, it was no competition. But she seemed to 
have a way of making me feel at ease with myself.

I did the same moves I had before, and I could tell that Mr. 
Clark enjoyed watching. When I did the split on the floor, I knew 
my pussy was wide open for him to see.

This time when I finished, Mrs. Clark whispered in my ear, "It's 
time to suck his cock now."

I crawled onto the bed on my hands and knees and got between his 
legs. I lowered my head to his cock, and slowly took it into my 
mouth. The head was already wet with his pre-cum and I liked the 
way it tasted.

As I was moving down taking more of his cock into my mouth, there 
was a bright flash in the room. I didn't know what it was right 
away and I just kept on sucking him.

Mrs. Clark came over to the bed after a couple of minutes and 
helped me take my top off, after which I went right back to 
sucking Mr. Clark's cock. There was another flash, and then I 
realized that Mrs. Clark was taking pictures.

“Mmmmm, Colleen. She is very good at this. Thank you, dear ... 
for arranging such a wonderful birthday for me.”

“I’m glad you are enjoying your present, Bob. I think Melissa is 
enjoying your birthday as much as you are,” Mrs. Clark said, 
teasing her husband.

Shortly after taking another picture, Mrs. Clark came over and 
helped me take off my skirt. I was completely naked. I didn’t 
feel shy at all either, even with Mrs. Clark taking pictures. I 
took Mr. Clark cock back into my hand, and lowered my mouth over 
the sexy head of his shaft.

Another flash and I was thinking about what I would look like in 
those pictures. I was holding Mr. Clark's cock in one hand, and 
his balls in the other. The head of his cock was sliding in and 
out of my mouth when I suddenly felt something wet on my little 
puckered butt hole.

Mrs. Clark was behind me pressing her tongue against my tightly 
closed sphincter. She began to trace the valley that ran between 
my legs and up between the cheeks of my ass with her tongue. 

The sensations I was having in my pussy were making it hard for 
me to concentrate on what I was doing to Mr. Clark's cock. 
Apparently that didn't matter, because shortly Mr. Clark and I 
were both having our orgasms. 

In the wild excitement generated by my orgasm, I began to swallow 
Mr. Clark's cum. It was a first for me.

When it was over I collapsed with my face still in Mr. Clark's 
crotch. Mrs. Clark continued to lick all of the sensitive areas 
between my legs for a few more minutes.


******


We rested for a while before Mrs. Clark and I both started 
licking and sucking on Mr. Clark. It took him a little time to 
recover, but soon we had his cock standing at attention again. 

Mrs. Clark said, “I want you to lie on your back underneath me so 
you can watch Bob’s cock as it penetrates my pussy.”

I hadn’t thought too much about the opportunity to see Mr. and 
Mrs. Clark fucking. Now I was getting into a position to see it 
right at my face.

I got under her on my back, with my head between her legs. She 
was on her hands and knees, so her pussy was just above my face. 
Mr. Clark got behind his wife and pushed his cock into her pussy.

I had never before even imagined what this would look like, and 
now here I was watching it just inches away. As Mr. Clark pounded 
his cock into her, Mrs. Clark occasionally bent down and licked 
my pussy, which was right below her face.

Mr. Clark seemed to pump his cock into Mrs. Clark for an 
eternity. When he finally climaxed, he began grunting and fucking 
her more deliberately. I could see that each time he pulled his 
cock back, there was more and more cum coating it.

When he finally finished ejaculating, Mr. Clark pulled his cock 
out and moved off the bed. At that point, Mrs. Clark lowered her 
hips far enough so that her pussy was just touching my lips. 

"Honey, eat my pussy. Please?” she asked. “I want you to suck all 
of Bob's cum from my hole."

I pressed my lips over Mrs. Clark's pussy, and pushed my tongue 
inside. As I did this, I could feel and taste the mixture of 
their juices as it flowed into my mouth. In the position I was 
in, I had no choice but to swallow it, although I think even had 
I been on top, I still would have wanted to swallow their mixed 
cum.


******


After that we relaxed for a while, even going downstairs for a 
snack, the three of us still naked. Later, Mrs. Clark and I 
sucked Mr. Clark's cock again. This time he climaxed in Mrs. 
Clark's mouth. She took his whole load and held it in her mouth 
before she kissed me, and passed his cum to my mouth. We 
continued to pass it back and forth while kissing until it had 
all been either swallowed or was running down our chins.

We ended the night with all of us sleeping naked in the same bed. 
A couple of times during the night, I felt someone either 
fingering my pussy or playing with my breasts. I didn't even 
bother to open my eyes to see who was doing it. I didn't care. I 
only knew that it felt good.

In the morning as we ate breakfast together, Mr. Clark thanked me 
for being such a wonderful birthday gift. 

He turned to Mrs. Clark, grinned and said, "You know what you can 
give me for my next birthday? The same thing."

Mr. Clark turned to me and said, "When the time comes that you 
want to have a cock inside you, I hope you will consider letting 
me give you that pleasure.”

I felt a little tingle of excitement at the thought of having him 
do that to me.

Mrs. Clark punched him in the arm and said, "Are you trying to 
make a date with her right in front of me."

I knew she wasn't really mad at him because she was laughing when 
she said it. 

"You know I wouldn't do that behind your back. You would be right 
there in bed with us," he said with a devilish smile. Gawd, that 
smile was so sexy.

Mrs. Clark said, "Well then I like the idea."

I smiled at both of them as they looked back at me. I knew there 
would be more times together for the three of us. I kept thinking 
about what it would feel like for Mr. Clark to fuck me in the 
same position he had fucked Mrs. Clark last night.

After breakfast I took a shower and got dressed. When I came 
downstairs, Mr. Clark called me into his study. 

"Come check this out."

When I went to see what he was talking about I saw a picture on 
his computer screen of me in my cheerleading uniform, on the bed 
sucking Mr. Clark's cock. He then showed me the other pictures 
Mrs. Clark had taken. 

“Would you like to have a copy of these pictures?”

“Yeah, can I?”

He put his arm around me and said, “Sure, sweetheart. Let me 
print a set for you.”

I put the pictures in my bag, kissed both Mr. and Mrs. Clark, and 
headed home.


******


When I got home, I was again nervous as I entered the house. I 
didn't have answers to any questions Mom might ask, and that 
scared me. She was in the kitchen when I came in.

“Melissa, is that you?”

I went into the kitchen and my mom smiled at me.

“Did you have a good time?”

“Yeah, I did,”

I waited for the next question, but it never came. 

"I need to go shopping later. Would you help me out some before I 
leave?"

I told her I would after I put my stuff away, and then went up to 
my room. I closed and locked my door, and then got my pictures 
out to look at them again before I put them in my hiding place.

I then started thinking about what I had done the previous night, 
and then about what I had been doing for most of the past year. I 
thought about how lucky I was to have friends like Sarah and Pam, 
and how great it was to have someone like Mrs. Clark as my 
special friend. Then there was the unexpected bonus of having 
Jamie as a brother. He was still an asshole to me some of the 
time, but not like he used to be.

All of these thoughts pleased me, but I had one concern. What was 
the nature of Mrs. Clark's friendship with my mom? Why were they 
discussing how old Sarah and I should be before we had 
intercourse? These things were a puzzle to me, and I decided that 
I would have to solve that puzzle no matter how long it took.

I started looking through the pictures in my hands. I couldn’t 
believe I had actually done what was in them. Before my eyes was 
the evidence to prove it though. I saw myself in my cheerleading 
uniform, on the bed, sucking Mr. Clark's cock. It thrilled me 
that an older, handsome, married man would be so interested in 
me. 

Mrs. Clark is gorgeous, which made it hard to understand why her 
husband would want to see me naked. Mrs. Clark’s breasts are so 
much sexier than mine. I don’t have that much to really show off. 
I remembered the self-conscious feelings of being naked in front 
of her husband, alongside Mrs. Clark. 

I felt so much like a little girl compared to her. But she did 
tell me that her husband liked young girls. I definitely could 
tell that from the attention he showed me most of the night. I 
guess as long as Mrs. Clark didn’t get upset, I might get to 
spend some time together again with both of them.

I stared closer at the pictures of me sucking Mr. Clark’s big 
cock. It looked different than Jamie’s. I was so used to sucking 
my brother that I assumed all cocks would be pretty much the 
same. Jamie is a handsome boy, even though he is my brother, but 
he has never made me feel the way Mr. Clark did the previous 
night. 

As I thought about all that I’d done with the Clarks, I felt my 
pussy tingle again. I wished that Jamie were home now so we could 
play. I was ready for more sex. The more I did and learned, the 
more I wanted to have sex. I even thought it would be fun to 
compare Jamie’s cock with Mr. Clark’s. It would be so wild to 
have both of them to play with at the same time. I doubted either 
of them would go for that though.

I giggled to myself as I thought about how really nasty it was to 
be having sex with mine and my mom’s friends. I liked the fun I 
had with Sarah and Pam. But I really enjoyed touching and doing 
oral sex with my brother and a grown man more than anything else. 

I began thinking more about the boys I knew. I didn’t want to be 
thought of as a slut around school. Maybe it was best to keep 
playing with just Jamie and Mr. Clark for now, until I had a real 
boyfriend.

Last night was full of new things for me. Mrs. Clark surprised me 
more than anything else. I remember thinking that it was very 
strange that Mrs. Clark showed no jealousy at all while I sucked 
off her husband. She didn’t seem at all upset that her man was 
being intimate with me, a teen chick. 

I know I would have been really upset if I were watching another 
girl suck off my boyfriend, if I had one, that is. But I knew 
that the Clarks did have sex with other adults who were close 
friends. I wondered if my parents were also into that kind of 
thing. Were they involved with the Clarks like the people I saw 
in the pictures?

Of all the things I’d experienced with the Clarks, what bothered 
me the most was my own mom’s reactions to all of it. She had to 
know I was going to be alone with the Clarks last night. She knew 
Sarah was spending the night off with her grandparents. She 
didn’t ask me any questions at all about why I was spending the 
night with the Clarks when Sarah wasn’t going to be there.

I hoped she thought Mrs. Clark just wanted to spend time with me, 
which still didn’t make much sense. Why would a grown woman be 
interested in spending an evening with a thirteen year old girl? 
Why wouldn’t my own mom be worried about what I was doing?

I looked at the pictures again and remembered more clearly some 
of the things we did together. I lay back on the bed, moved my 
hand down over my mound, and began rubbing myself, remembering 
the different naughty things we had done together. I wanted to 
have an orgasm like the ones I had the previous night.

Mr. Clark’s hand rubbing my wet pussy had felt incredible, even 
after everything we had done together. His strong hand felt so 
good touching my little pussy. I remembered squeezing my legs 
together, holding his hand tighter against me as I came so hard. 

I rubbed myself for a while longer, thinking about Mr. Clark’s 
cock. I thought about how it looked when he was fucking Mrs. 
Clark, with my face just inches away from her pussy. I wondered 
what it would have felt like for him to fuck me that way. Would I 
let Mr. Clark be my first? The idea itself almost made me have an 
orgasm. 

I realized that I wasn’t going to make myself feel as good as I 
had the night before, so I stopped rubbing myself and sat up. I 
figured that I better put the new pictures away with the other 
one Mrs. Clark had given me. 

Moving off the bed, I went to the closet to hide the new pictures 
with the other one. I pulled out the one picture I already had, 
the one that showed Mrs. Clark sucking her husband’s cock. I felt 
jealous looking at that picture now, remembering that I had 
sucked off her husband several times last night. I knew the 
feeling was wrong. After all, he was her husband. I was just a 
young chick they wanted to get naughty with.

After I’d hidden all the pictures away in my closet, I thought 
about what the Clarks might do with the pictures they took of me. 
Would they give or show them to anyone else? I began to get 
really upset at the idea. I didn’t want those pictures to be seen 
by anyone else! 

I should have said something to the Clarks about not showing them 
to anyone. Gawd! What if my friends happened to see them?! Surely 
the Clarks wouldn’t do that. But I felt that I needed to talk to 
Mrs. Clark before she did show them to someone else.


******


I ran downstairs and saw Mom relaxing in our family room.

“Mom, I left something over at the Clark’s house. Can I go back 
over there now and get it?”

“I guess so. Don’t stay over there too long though. I want you to 
help me clean up the house before lunch.”

“I won’t be long, Mom. I’ll just get it and come right back.”

“What did you leave?”

Shit! I had to think of something to tell her!

“I ah ... left my cheerleading bag over there with my CDs in it.”

“You really should keep up with your things better than that, 
young lady. Hurry up and you can help me when you get back.”

“Thanks, Mom. I’ll be right back.”

I dashed out the back door, jumped on my bike, and rode as fast 
as I could over to the Clark’s house, which wasn’t too far away. 
I kept thinking that I needed to get there before the Clarks had 
a chance to do anything with the pictures. I was almost praying 
that they had not given anyone else a copy yet, even though it 
had only been an hour since I left their house. But I wasn’t 
being rational at that time. I was really scared that the wrong 
person would see them.

I rode up in front of the Clark’s house and ran up the steps to 
the door. I tried to catch my breath as I rang the doorbell.

A surprised Mrs. Clark greeted me.

“Hi again, honey. What are you doing back so soon? Did you forget 
something?”

“Ummm ... Can I please talk to you for a minute?” I asked.

“Sure, sweetie. Come on inside and we can talk as much as you 
want.”

I walked by her into the entrance hallway, and she pointed me 
toward the family room. She followed me as I walked in and sat on 
the couch. She sat beside me with a concerned look.

“Melissa, honey. Is something wrong?”

“Ummm ... I don’t know ... maybe.”

“Tell me what’s on your mind. Something’s troubling you. Are you 
upset about what we did last night with Bob?”

“No, ma’am. It’s not that ... that was really fun. It’s just ... 
the pictures ...”

“What about the pictures, sweetie? Are you upset that I took 
them? Bob did give you a copy to keep.”

“Well, I was wondering ... Will you ever show them to anyone 
besides us?”

“Honey, is that all that’s bothering you?”

“Yes, ma’am, I guess. I don’t want anyone I know ... you know, my 
friends ... to ever see them. Will you ever show them to anyone 
else?”

“Sweetie, I won’t show them to anyone else, if that’s what you 
want. Bob won’t either. Don’t worry about that. We’ll make sure 
that no one else ever sees them ... if that’s what you want.”

“I dunno ... I just don’t want any of my friends to ever see 
them. I don’t want them thinking I do that kind of thing. You 
know? I don’t want my friends thinking I’m a ...”

“Slut?”

“Yeah. I don’t want all the guys thinking I’ll do that with just 
anyone. I don’t want the girls to just think of me as a slut 
either.”

“I know, hon. Bob and I would never show them to someone like 
that, someone who is your age. I don’t want your friends to know 
either. I remember being your age. Kids can be really hurtful. 
Also, Bob and I would get into a lot of trouble if the wrong 
people saw them. I want us to keep seeing each other too, and 
have fun together like last night, if you want to.”

“I think I want to.” I said. “Thanks, Mrs. Clark.”

“Do you feel better now, Melissa?” she asked sweetly.

“Yes, ma’am. I feel a lot better now. Thanks for being my 
friend,” I said, and smiled.

“I’m glad. But you know ... it can be a lot of fun sharing 
pictures with people you can trust. Bob and I like to share 
pictures of us with other friends of ours. In return, we get to 
see our friends’ pictures as well, like some of the ones I’ve 
shown you before.”

“Those were fun to look at ... the naked ones,” I said, blushing 
a little.

“We had a lot of fun looking at them together, didn’t we?” she 
asked playfully. She slid closer to me, putting her arm around 
me. 

“You know, Melissa. I would love to show you more pictures of 
other people that Bob and I have fun with. The pictures are of 
very close and trusted friends. We don’t give our pictures to 
people we don’t trust completely. Bob and I don’t want others to 
know about the fun we have ... just like you don’t want your 
other friends to know.”

“I think I would like to see more ... sometime,” I said looking 
down and smiling.

“You know though ... it really isn’t fair for me to show you 
pictures of my trusted friends, and not show them pictures in 
return.”

“So, you think I should let your friends see pictures of me too?” 
I asked, feeling uneasy again.

“No, honey. I think you should decide who can or can’t see them. 
But, Bob and I show our pictures with the expectation that we 
will get to see pictures of our friends in return. It’s just 
being fair to each other. They get to see us ... we get to see 
them. We are very, very careful that no one else sees them, or 
gets copies of them. Our friends are the same way. So we all get 
to enjoy the fun of sharing our intimate pictures, without anyone 
getting hurt. Do you see what I mean?”

“Yeah ... I guess it’s only fair ...”

“Yes, it is. I really shouldn’t have shown you pictures of our 
friends without specifically asking them. But they know they can 
trust me with them. And I trust you, sweetie. I know you’d never 
reveal anything to anyone else about who is in those pictures.”

“Oh, I’d never,” I emphatically stated. “I know how I would feel 
if that happened to me.”

“Well, then. Will you trust me to take care of your pictures?”

“I trust you, Mrs. Clark.”

“Good. If I keep showing you pictures of my friends, would it be 
okay to show those same friends your pictures?”

“I ... I guess so.”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. Only very trusted friends will ever see 
them.”

“Okay, then. That’s cool,” I said. I smiled at her feeling more 
at ease. Mrs. Clark smiled as well. 

“Great! We can look at some more now. If you want ...”

“I would ... but my mom said to hurry home. She wants me to help 
her before she goes shopping this afternoon,” I said dejectedly.

“That’s okay then. Wait just a moment though. I’ll be right 
back.”

She got up and walked quickly out of the room. A few minutes 
later she came back with a box I hadn’t seen before.

“Here, hon. Let me give you a few pictures to look at until you 
and I can be together again.”

She pulled out four or five pictures. I didn’t see the people in 
any of them, except the one on top. That one was of a man with a 
woman’s legs over his shoulders, with his cock in her pussy. I 
was ready to look at them all at that point, but I knew I needed 
to get home.

“I don’t have anything to hide them in while I ride my bike.” I 
said. “Can you put them in something?”

“Sure, sweetie. Let me put these in a big envelope so no one can 
see them. Hide them as soon as you get home.”

“Okay, I will.”

“Melissa, take good care of these ... just like Bob and I will 
take good care of your pictures.”

I took the envelope and walked to the front door. Mrs. Clark 
pulled me to her before she opened it. She put her arms around me 
and kissed me tenderly. I really liked kissing her like that. Her 
tongue felt so good in my mouth, and she sucked on mine so nicely 
too. 

As we finished our kiss, her hand moved to cup one of my small 
breasts. She squeezed it gently before moving her hand away.

“I wish we had more time to be together now, sweetie. You’d 
better hurry home though, so you can help your mom.”


(continued in chapter 5)

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