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Hi kids. Fair warning: this one’s kind of long and there’s not a whole bunch of sex in it. Sorry; as I’ve said before, the characters decide what they’re going to do and my job is just to write it all down. I’ll make it up to you, though, because it appears that Ass Night is going to happen after all.
Jay, Laura, and I were naked and lying in the backyard, enjoying the summer sun and talking, when a woman came through the gate and walked towards us.
“Hi Mom,” Laura said.
Uh-oh, I thought. Laura was our neighbors’ daughter and had been tanning nude with us for the last month, ever since she had come over to swim and caught me coming out of the pool sans suit. We had told her that she could come over to use the pool any time, and when she caught me I had to explain that we considered the pool a clothing optional zone. She had taken to it immediately and was pretty much spending her summer with us. Sometimes she brought girlfriends along. They were all only 16 or so and although I didn’t touch them and was doing nothing technically illegal, somebody who was really pissed might try to charge me with contributing to the delinquency of a minor, or moral turpitude, or promoting skin cancer in naughty places, or some such.
Jay sat up and I stood. I had no idea whether Laura had told her parents what she did over here. I studied her mother’s face as she approached, looking for signs of murderous rage. Instead, she had a quirky little smile on her face. She stopped in front of me, looked at my body for a while, then back up at me as she stuck out her hand.
“Hi, I’m Laura’s mom Cyndi,” she said as we shook hands. “And you must be the famous Johnny.” She looked down at my body again. “I must say, you’re exactly as she described you.”
“Nice to meet you,” I said. “And this is my girlfriend Jay.” They shook hands, too, and we all sat down.
“I was afraid you might be upset to find us all nude,” I said.
“Laura and I don’t have secrets,” she said. “I’ve known since day one that you’re all nudists, that Laura has been joining you, and that you’ve never touched her except to put suntan lotion on her back when she asks you to. Although I know that she wishes you would touch her elsewhere.”
“Anyway, I don’t have a problem with it and neither does her dad, although he refused to come over here himself because he doesn’t feel comfortable seeing Laura nude.”
That was weird, I thought. He was okay with me seeing Laura nude but afraid of seeing his own daughter. If I had a daughter I suspect she’d be naked all the time like her dad. But I didn’t have a daughter, so what did I know?
“I’ve been thinking about tanning nude at home,” Laura said.
“I’ll put 911 on speed dial for your father’s heart,” Cyndi said. Then she looked at me again. “I don’t know the protocol for nudism. But it’s hard for me to not stare at your cock. Is that okay with you? Will your girlfriend strangle me if I do?”
Laura rolled her eyes and groaned, “Mom.”
“Feel free to stare,” Jay said. “I know I do.”
“It’s gorgeous,” Cyndi said.
“Oh, my God,” Laura said under her breath.
“Sure,” I said. “But if you stare at my body I get to stare at yours.”
“Except that you can’t see as much as I can.”
“No. But I know how to fix that,” I said.
She blushed. “I couldn’t,” she said.
“I’d be embarrassed.”
She stared at me as she thought about it. And thought. It was obvious that the answer was so basic that she couldn’t come up with it.
“Let me help you,” I said. “A: you’ve always worn clothes. B: you’ve been taught to be ashamed of your body, at least parts of it. C: you’ve been taught that other people will be shocked if you don’t have clothing on when you’re with them. D: you’ve been taught that clothing is your defense against men getting to your naughty bits. Am I missing anything?”
She looked at me for a while. “No, that about covers it,” she said. I noticed that sweat was beginning to form on her forehead. The sun was doing its usual work.
“Well, let me divest you of those learnings, out of order. C: we wouldn’t be shocked if you got naked. D: having clothes on won’t protect you against some men, and being naked is still safe with better men. A: you haven’t always worn clothes. When you were a baby, and most likely when you were a child, you were free to run around nude including outside where the sun beat down on your naked body. You didn’t know any better at that point; no one had yet beaten the joy of it out of you. B: you have nothing to be ashamed of for several reasons. First, you’re fucking gorgeous. And that’s an expert opinion, by the way. Second, every woman’s body looks basically the same; you’re not going to shock anyone by revealing that you have tits and a pussy. We’ve all seen it before. “
She stared at me. “You’re good at this,” she said. “It all makes sense.”
“Get naked, Mom!” Laura said.
“Not this time,” she said. “I have to get back halkalı escort to your dad. Maybe next time. Oh, I almost forgot why I came over.” She looked at me. “Richard and I are planning a little getaway and we were wondering… we were wondering if you’d be willing to let Laura stay here with you for a few days.”
I stared at her.
“I know it’s quite an imposition and it’s totally okay for you to say no. I was just thinking that she already spends most of the day here, and that she’d enjoy staying here if you wouldn’t mind having her.”
“It’d be cool,” Laura said, excited. “Please, Johnny?”
I stared at Cyndi. “I’d be naked most of the time.”
“She doesn’t seem to have a problem with that.”
I sighed. I was willing to do this but Cyndi needed to know what she was buying into.
“I live with two girlfriends. You’ve met Jay but not Mary Beth.”
“I know about that. And that your niece Dawn lives with you, too. I told you: Laura and I don’t have any secrets.”
I’m a very private person but for some reason I needed Cyndi to understand everything. “Dawn shares our bed,” I said.
She stared at me for a moment. “Ah,” she said. “Well, your being willing to tell me that just reinforces my sense that I can trust you.” She turned to Laura. “Did you know about that, Sweetie?”
Laura was looking at me with an expression that I couldn’t read. “Yeah, I’d pretty much figured that out. I’ve seen them kiss, and it wasn’t the usual uncle/niece kind of kiss.”
“Has there been sex going on here in front of you?”
“No,” Laura said. “Dammit.”
“You’re not afraid that I’ll corrupt your daughter?” I said.
Cyndi looked at me. “I know that you’ve spent days with her, both of you nude, knowing that she wants you, and you’ve never so much as touched her. I don’t think there’s anyone I trust more not to corrupt her.”
Jay spoke up. “Johnny is the most trustworthy person I know,” she said.
I looked at Jay. “What do you think?”
She took on what I thought of as the “Jay is pondering” expression. “We have too many rooms. Laura can have one all to herself. We all like her a lot. I’m fine with it, and the other girls will be, too. We can take her shopping!”
“Don’t spoil her,” Cyndi said.
Jay made a pouty face. “Just a little, maybe?” she said.
Cyndi laughed. We worked out the logistics. Today was Saturday; Cyndi and Richard would leave on Monday and return the following Sunday. We talked about where they would be going, contact information, a medical release letter, and so on. Money for her board, which Jay and I politely declined. Cyndi agreed to type everything up.
We talked about ground rules. Laura apparently didn’t have many of them.
“She’s a great kid. Very mature and self-directed. You should know that we let her drink at home,” Cyndi said. “Wine with dinner, beer sometimes if she wants it. She had a margarita once.”
“Twice,” Laura said.
“Wow,” I said. “She’s never gotten into the booze here.”
“We took the European approach with her,” Cyndi said. “They start their kids on wine and water when they’re pretty young. By the time they’re teenagers, booze is no big deal. Unlike most kids here in the States who go crazy with it once they can get their hands on it. So feel free to let her drink with you if you’re okay with that.”
“Okay,” I said.
Cyndi gazed at me for a while. “And… you shouldn’t have to worry so much about how you touch her,” she said. “She’s gonna be your kid for the next week. You’re probably going to have to hug her. And she’ll need suntan lotion on more than just her back. And… I hear you give a wicked massage.”
Wow. When Cyndi trusted someone, it was wholehearted. “We’ll see,” I said. “I may be trustworthy, but I’m still a male animal. With the typical male reactions.”
“We’ll keep everything on the straight and narrow,” Jay said. “There will always be at least one of us girls here.”
“That’s that, then,” Cyndi said as she got up. “Laura, please be home by six so we can eat and have time to figure out what you need to pack.”
“We don’t need to pack, Mom,” Laura said. “I’m five houses away.”
“There’s that,” Cyndi said. “Okay, I’m off. Thank you so much Johnny, Jay. I’ll see you here next Sunday.”
“No,” I said.
She stared at me.
“Not unless you’re naked.”
She continued to stare at me. Then that quirky smile hit her face again.
“See you here next Sunday,” she said.
I was wearing shorts and a polo shirt in the kitchen making carnitas when Meyer came over on Monday evening. He gazed out the sliding glass door at the six beautiful young naked women in the pool playing Marco Polo. Every once in a while one would cheat and climb out of the pool, water running down her body as she ran to a different part of the pool and jumped back in. Meyer turned to me.
“Fuck you,” he said.
“Why?” I said.
“I don’t taksim escort know. Just… fuck you and this fucking thing you have going for you.”
“Hey, I’m just a victim here. I can’t seem to stop any of it from happening.”
“As if you would.”
“Georgia not keeping you occupied?”
“She gives me all I can take, and then some. That doesn’t mean I can’t fantasize about your sex life.” He squinted through the window. “Speaking of sex, some of those girls seem a bit youngish.”
“They are,” I said. “Just visiting.”
“Meyer!” Dawn jumped out of the pool and ran towards the house, all dripping water and jiggling tits.
“Asshole,” Meyer muttered at me as Dawn opened the door and threw her wet self into Meyer’s arms and kissed him. He hugged her, then cupped her ass with one hand as the other hand flipped me the bird. I chuckled as I added a little more orange juice to the carnitas, then put the lid back on.
Meyer moved his hands back up to hug Dawn and she quickly flipped around so that her ass was against his crotch and her breasts filled his hands. He moved his hands away like he’d been burnt and looked at me quickly. I just shook my head and laughed as Dawn grabbed his hands and pressed them back against her tits and wriggled her ass against him. It’s a game she’d been playing for the last couple of months. All of my girls loved Meyer. Part of it was that he was loveable. Another part was that I owed him my life.
Meyer gave up the fight and squeezed Dawn’s tits lovingly. “Mmmmm, feels good,” she said. “We haven’t seen you in forever. Why don’t you come over anymore?”
“Well, my young lovely, it might sound ironic given that I’m currently molesting your teenage body, but I have a girlfriend.” He switched to rubbing her nipples, and she giggled. I checked myself for jealousy: nothing. Why could I watch Meyer play with Dawn’s body and not feel jealous when the very thought of her doing anything sexual with Thomas Barker made me grind my teeth?
“Oh, my goodness, what’s that I feel behind me?” Dawn said as she ground her naked ass into Meyer’s crotch. Meyer instantly let go of her and backed away. His slacks were tented obscenely.
“Oh God, I’m so sorry,” he said, looking back and forth between me and Dawn. Her face changed as she realized that she’d maybe pushed the game too far. She looked at me for help.
“Meyer, Dawn was just playing. Given how we treat nudity and sex here, the games kind of run that way with the people we love. And… we all love you. So shake it off, big guy.”
“I’m faithful,” he said. “I’m faithful to Georgia. I am.”
Dawn went to him and wrapped her arms around him again, this time with no game playing. “Sorry,” she said. He hugged her back.
“But it did feel good,” she said. “And if Georgia and Johnny would let us, any one of us would be happy to take care of that thing that’s poking me.”
He started to pull away again but Dawn held on for dear life. “Johnny is right, Meyer; we all love you.”
Meyer took a deep breath and let it out. He kissed Dawn on the forehead and let go of her.
“You don’t know how good you have it here, you little yellow bastard,” he said.
“Oh, I know,” I said. “I do know.”
Meyer stayed for dinner. Georgia was on a business trip to Russia. Such was the nature of our whacko world these days that irrespective of Putin’s posturing, our spies and Russia’s spies regularly met to drink vodka and swap secrets about other countries. My girls had sent the underage hotties packing and had dried off and come inside. Mary Beth and Jay both hugged Meyer and Laura gravely shook his hand. I convinced them all to go put on some clothes to help keep Meyer’s blood pressure down.
“Killjoy,” he said as they all walked away, waggling their cute little asses. When they were gone he turned to me and said, “When are you coming back to work?”
I sighed. “I don’t know. I just put in for another week off. Laura is staying with us while her parents are off getting to know each other again.”
“Why do you have to stay just because Laura’s here?”
“Would you leave a hot naked 16 year-old to go to work?” I waggled my eyebrows.
He stared at me, then shrugged. “I know you better than that, Johnny.”
“Yeah, well… Dawn, Jay, and Mary Beth are talking about driving up to Sonoma for a girls’ getaway. Laura is pretty mature but I’m not leaving her home alone.” I took a sip of my drink, then looked at Meyer. “The girls are once again trying to talk me into quitting. We don’t need the money, they don’t like not having me here during the day, and they don’t like the danger that goes with the job.”
Meyer was silent for a while, thinking about it. “The biggest danger we’ve run into lately is paper cuts,” he said.
“Hard to think about giving it up, but I’m considering it more seriously than when I first got together with Dawn and Mary Beth.” I sighed. “We’re good together, you and me,” I said. “We do it good.”
“Nobody şişli escort better,” Meyer said, and sipped at his Scotch. “But you already know that I’m thinking about retirement myself. You’re the only thing that’s keeping me on the job. If you go, I’m gone too. I think Georgia and I will have enough money to make it.” He downed the rest of his drink and held the glass up hopefully. I grabbed the bottle and poured him more Highland 25. He raised the glass in salute and drank a bit more.
I thought about money. I could give him enough to make him and Georgia financially secure and able to live high, but Meyer would never accept it. I wondered how I could be sneaky about it.
We heard peals of laughter coming from my bedroom. Some kind of girls’ dressing game going on in there. This should be interesting, I thought. I’d only ever seen Laura in a bathing suit or nude. I wondered what she’d look like in clothes.
“Maybe I’ll take time off while you’re gone,” Meyer said. “God knows I’ve got enough vacation time built up. I kind of hate to waste it when Georgia’s not here, though.”
“Come hang with us,” I said. “Summers here are great these days. I have had as many as nine naked young beauties splashing around in this pool.”
Meyer thought about that. “Hell of a lot better than television,” he said. “But would I have to be naked, too? I don’t think anybody wants to see this hairy 50 year-old body, especially not little kiddies. Hell, I have to keep my own eyes closed when I shower.”
“It’s clothing-optional here, which means it’s your option. But you’re in great shape, Meyer, and I know my girls will do everything they can to get you nakkie.”
“Don’t you get jealous, Johnny?” he said. “When Dawn was doing what she was doing, and then I did what I did, I was a little afraid that you would pull out your Glock.”
“She was just playing,” I said. “But I was thinking about that very thing just a while ago. Barker wants Dawn, and she wants him. The thought of them doing anything together drives me crazy. But if Dawn asked me to let her drag you into the bedroom and have her way with you, I’d let her. You’re part of our family, Meyer.”
“Best be careful what you say, Johnny,” he said. “Her boobies felt pretty damned wonderful.”
“So, go find her and proposition her,” I said.
Meyer stared at me. “Is it because you know I wouldn’t try to take her away from you?”
“Maybe,” I said. “I haven’t figured it all out yet. I just know that she drives me crazy in bed, and that she would go out of her way to please you, and that you deserve it. It would make me happy.”
“Shit,” he said. “Well, I can’t anyway. Georgia and I have moved in together, and I’m going to do my best to make it work. I’m pretty sure that doesn’t include having sex with a blonde teenager.”
“You could ask her,” I said. “Or just bring her over here to hang out with us and see what happens.”
“Huh,” he said. “Maybe I’ll do that. Wait: if Dawn and I had sex, would you want to have sex with Georgia?”
“Maybe,” I said. “Depends on a lot of things, mostly how you felt about it and whether Georgia even wanted to.”
He thought about that. “Strange,” he said. “I don’t feel jealous either. I should, but I don’t.”
“Family,” I said.
“If nothing else, I won’t feel so guilty about feeling up your niece.”
“That’s good,” I said. “Right now, I’m trying to figure out how I’m going to get some sex myself tonight.”
“What do you mean?” he said. “How is it even possible for you to avoid it?”
“Normally it’s not possible. But we have Laura with us for the whole week.”
He just looked at me.
“Oh, she’ll be in another room,” I said. “But Dawn and Jay are both screamers.”
“Jesus Christ,” he said, and drank some more Scotch. “I can see it in my head. You four in bed together. You are the luckiest little fucker I know.”
“Yeah, but it takes heroic endurance and massive sexual prowess to keep it all working,” I said.
Meyer was about to make some sort of retort when the phone rang. I checked the carnitas and turned off the stove, then picked up my cell phone. No caller ID. I pressed ‘talk’.
It’s funny. Each time you face death your brain goes into overdrive. Things seem to happen in slow motion and take forever to play out when in reality only seconds or instants go by. This wasn’t death, but my brain clicked into ludicrous speed and stopped me from saying “Wrong number.” It was some kind of code, or warning. From someone. More laughter came from the bedroom, but in here it suddenly felt deadly serious.
“Yes,” I said.
“Listen very carefully and prepare to take notes,” the voice said.
“Okay,” I said. “Give me a second. I’m putting you on speakerphone.” I punched the right button and made a sign to Meyer. He set his Scotch down. I grabbed a pen and some paper.
“Ready,” I said.
“We have Richard Morrison and his wife. They got one phone call and you were it. You work for Morrison Equity?”
“That’s right,” I said. I knew from talking to Laura that her dad ran a managed fund that made himself and a lot of other people a lot of money. I had researched it and had been considering putting some of my own money into that fund.
“What kind of a name is ‘Johnny Dawn’? Sounds like a character in a story.”
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