PART 3
“Holy shit, get a load of that meat,” Chris said.
“Where?” James asked, scanning the beach.
“The chicks playing volleyball over there. That’s some hot ass jailbait.”
“Dude, you serious?” Zach said. “That’s not even jailbait. Jailbait is when they look eighteen but aren’t. Those chicks don’t even look eighteen. I don’t see one of them being a day over fifteen, if that. And that one there looks like she’s about nine.”
“Yeah, well, not the nine year old so much, but the other chicks are fuckin bangin.”
“Way too young for me,” James said, “but you have fun with that.”
“Dude, tell me not, the blonde and the brunette have a great rack, right? I mean, and the ass on that halfie. Tell me you wouldn’t hit it; I know you’re an ass man, Jay.”
“Yeah, it’s hot,” James admitted, “all three of the older ones are hot, but dude, seriously, I would never touch them without six forms of ID from them.”
“I wouldn’t even say that,” Zach said. “They are so damn young I don’t care how nice the tits are, I’ll never think of them as hot; I can only think of them as somebody’s daughter.”
“See, you guys are just afraid to get caught,” Chris said.
“No, dude,” Zach said, “it’s just plain wrong. You might as well throw the nine year old in the mix if you don’t care how old they are.”
“The nine year old has no tits whatsoever,” Chris said. “She’s not actually hot at all. But the other ones, you know, ‘if there’s grass on the field, play ball’.”
“Sorry, I don’t subscribe to that philosophy,” Zach said.
“‘And if the field is barren, play in the mud’,” James said. “Yeah, that chick is hot, but I’ll admit it that I AM afraid. I’d never want to get caught doing something with a chick I knew was too young just by looking at her. You get murdered in jail for that shit. Besides, they’re so young I’d fear I’d hurt them.”
“Fuck you guys,” Chris said. “You wouldn’t hurt them and you know it. Those chicks are fuckin old enough to play. Cept the little one, obviously.”
“I think I’ll stick to a healthy diet of eighteen year old ass, thanks,” James said.
“I know you, you’ll go home and crank it to the image of the ass on that tan chick and you won’t think twice about it.”
“Yeah, maybe, but there’s a world of difference between imagination and reality,” James said.
“Not in my book,” Chris said.
“You’re fuckin nuts,” Zach said, “now drop it and start looking for someone else. I am not letting you leave with a fifteen year old in tow.”
—
Chris, James, and Zach were talking about ‘blonde with a great rack’ Nancy, ‘brunette with a great rack’ Kelly, ‘halfie with a great ass’ Amber, and ‘looks like she’s nine’ Jennifer, who were playing volleyball at the beach for the third day in a row, in hopes of getting the attention of older guys (just like those that were checking them out). The three guys were fit, hot, bare-chested men, perfect specimens in nearly every one of the girls’ books. They were each high-school graduates who would be going to college in the fall, and they wanted to get as much pussy in during the summer break as they possibly could. James and Zach, however, were a little pickier than Chris, especially when it came to age. There were plenty of hot chicks that graduated along with them that wanted to share beach space, as well as a cozy bed. James and Zach would have preferred one or more of them to get it on with than these ridiculously young girls.
For Zach, the choice was obvious: those girls were too young to even be thought of as hot. They looked more like babies than women, and he wouldn’t even admit that they were flowering into little hotties. He just didn’t see it.
For James, the choice was a little more difficult. On the one hand, he knew it was wrong to think those girls were hot; on the other hand, he actually DID think they were hot. He would do exactly as Chris had said: he would jerk off tonight with the image of penetrating the ass of the tan girl in his head. But he would never do it in real life, and he would feel ashamed the moment after he came, and try not to think of it again.
For Chris, the choice simply wasn’t a big deal. Sure, he’d try to find some other, hotter chicks at the beach today, but if he couldn’t, he wouldn’t think twice about bringing one of those girls home. Well, maybe the little one would never happen, but the others were grown enough for him.
—
“Did you see the three guys checking us out?” Kelly asked. “They are H-O-T.”
“I think they weren’t just checking us out,” Amber said, “I think they were talking about us. I don’t know what they were saying though.”
“The blond guy reminds me of Brad Pitt,” Nancy said.
“I noticed that too,” Kelly said. “But the guy with the black hair kept on looking at Amber’s butt. What’d you think of him, Amber?”
“I just want to sit in his lap,” Amber said, and the other girls giggled.
“Do you think we should go over there and talk to them?” Nancy asked.
“No, no!” Kelly said. “Guys are supposed to come up to you to talk. Come on, let’s play some more volleyball. I want those guys to stare at us some more. This is way better than that old guy that kept staring at Jennifer the past couple days!”
“No kidding,” Jennifer said, and welcomed the chance to show off to some guys who weren’t creepy. Although, she had to admit, she didn’t even really feel all that comfortable with ANY eyes on her, especially strangers. Hot guys were better than a creepy old guy, but being watched still made her nervous.
—
Turned out, though, that the old, hairy, chubby, exceedingly creepy guy was at the beach that day, watching Jennifer at a distance not so far away as to be unnoticeable. He was not a child molester, goodness no, not except in his fantasies, which he kept to himself. He dreamed of little girls (and sometimes little boys), but, much like James, his feelings were conflicted, and he chose to never do anything about his urges, except to watch girls at the beach or park and touch himself later on.
The problem was, however, that the poor old man who promised himself early on in life never to touch an underage girl, was slowly losing his mind. He never exercised his brain, and as such was starting to lose grip on reality. It wasn’t Alzheimer’s, but a dementia that made him forget that he was a man living in a civilized society. He would often forget rules about the world, and had nearly been hit four times in the last month from jaywalking without checking for cars first. He forgot things like putting on clothes in the morning, or wiping himself after using the toilet (thankfully, he still remembered to use the toilet so far). Instead of asking for something or buying it in a store, he would just take it, and he would be so out of touch that he wouldn’t realize what he was doing wrong.
Today he was hit with a particularly nasty spell of this. His eyes and mind were so zoned into Jennifer’s little body that he began to play with himself, right in public. He was too old to get it up anymore, and he’d never be able to orgasm again, but he still had his thoughts. He just sat in the sand and put his hand down his swim trunks, oblivious to his surroundings. All he saw was the cute little girl that was playing volleyball, and had not yet hit puberty, as far as he could tell. He loved little girls and boys who had not yet begun to develop, and when he was younger he would picture himself violating them, but these days his mind wasn’t even agile enough to conjure up anything like that.
The beach was quite crowded, and there were people near him that murmured this and gasped that, but they did nothing about the man who was playing with himself. Even when he got to the point of pulling his shorts down to fully expose his deflated penis, people just walked by and averted their eyes.
The girls, at first, did not notice him, as they were busy playing volleyball and taking peeks at the hot young guys that were eyeing them.
They did notice, however, when the old man actually stood up, with his shorts at his ankles, and began to waddle toward Jennifer. The old man barely understood what he was doing. All he knew was that he wanted a closer look at the young one, and maybe even see what was under that tight one-piece she wore.
The old man waddled closer, and the more people noticed, the more they gasped. Jennifer didn’t gasp, however; she shrieked something fierce. It wasn’t just the crazy old man that freaked her out, nor the fact that he was touching himself; it was the fact that he was coming toward her with the craziest eyes she had ever seen.
The young hot guys were quick to notice this and rushed toward the girls, making an effort to help the girls when no one else would.
They were almost too late. Jennifer was frozen, and the old man had come within a foot of touching her before Zach grabbed Jennifer and pulled her away. Chris put his body between the old man and the girls so they wouldn’t see anything, and James grabbed the old man’s swim trunks and pulled them up to cover his exposed genitals.
“Come on, grandpa, time to go,” Chris said, and he and James forced the old man to move away until he had recovered his senses and left the beach himself.
Jennifer was shaken up so bad she had a violent weeping fit. The other girls were quick to comfort her, hugging her tight and protecting her from the eyes of every shocked and curious beachgoer.
Chris and James may have thought of some of the girls were hot only moments ago, but right now all thoughts of sex disappeared completely. For them, as well as Zach, all that mattered right now was making sure the girls were okay, and that the little one had not been touched.
Even the girls, who had so recently been commenting about how hot the guys were, did not think of that at all. What mattered to them now was helping Jennifer through her crying fit. Chris tried to ask them if they were all right, and Nancy brushed him off with “We’re fine, please go.”
The guys took that as their cue, and they left to swim off the shots of adrenaline they had gotten.
Jennifer hugged Kelly and wept into her breast, mumbling “I want to go home, I want to go home” between sobs.
“Okay, it’s okay, Jennifer, it’s okay, we can go home,” Kelly cooed.
When Jennifer had stopped shaking enough to walk on her own, they all walked Jennifer home.
At her doorstep, Jennifer said, “I’m sorry that happened-“
“No, don’t be, it’s not your fault at all,” Amber said. “It was that guy’s fault, don’t worry about it.”
“No, I ruined your day,” Jennifer said, “and I’m sorry. I guess I – I guess I just can’t handle that stuff right now.”
“We understand,” Nancy said.
“I don’t – I don’t want to do this anymore.”
“You don’t have to,” Kelly said. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. I think we all might need to take a break from the beach after this.”
“Agreed,” Nancy and Amber said together.
“Thanks, guys,” Jennifer said.
“Hey, you know what we should do?” Kelly said. “We should have a slumber party. Remember when we used to do that all the time? That was, like, years ago, but we could rent a movie and make popcorn and play board games and all that stuff.”
Jennifer sniffled, and smiled. “Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.”
“My parents won’t be home tonight until like past midnight,” Kelly said. “I have to watch my baby brother, but we could pretty much have the house to ourselves.”
“Okay,” Jennifer said.
“Maybe come by at like, six or seven?”
“Okay…And thanks. You guys are my best friends… the best friends I could ever have.”
“It’s no problem,” Amber said. “Do you want us to come in or-“
“No, no, don’t worry about me,” Jennifer said. “I think I’ll just take a bath and lie down. If I don’t show up by seven, come get me, I probably fell asleep.”
“Okay,” Kelly said. “Then I guess we’ll see you soon.”
—
Jennifer drew herself a warm bath, made a cup of mild decaf tea, and let her shivers pass in the tub. She was done with her weeping, but she was still in a bit of weird state. It wasn’t just about some ugly creep trying to touch her – it was about anyone at all trying to touch her. She knew now that she would not have been comfortable even if one of the hot guys had tried to do it. She would not have considered it flattering even then. If anybody was ever going to touch her in that way, she would be sure to know that person pretty damn well first.
She guessed she appreciated it that one of the guys picked her up and took her out of harm’s way, but that wasn’t anything sexual. What WAS sexual was the look in the old man’s eyes. He might not have been able to get it up, but he sure wanted to. And those eyes frightened her more than any plummeting rollercoaster, with none of the fun.
Jennifer tried to think of what the old man’s penis looked like – although she didn’t want to, like rubbernecking at a highway car crash – but thankfully, she couldn’t imagine it, because she never looked at it. She did not know what a penis looked like, and as far as she was concerned, she wanted it to stay that way for a long time.
The tea and the bath helped to calm her down, but playing with her nipples was what really steadied her nerves and stopped the shakes. She didn’t yet realize that this was a sexual act in itself, but all she knew was that it made everything all better. When she gently rubbed around the nipples, over the areolas, it felt like her brain sucked up all her aches and pains and bad emotions and sent them slowly out through her nipples to dissipate into the air.
So Jennifer lay in the bathtub with her eyes closed, gently massaging her nipples and areolas until she started to think her parents might come home soon. She got out of the tub, but she was way off on her timing, so she put on a robe and continued relaxing herself through her nipples on her bed, and watched TV. She made sure to put panties on, though, because she felt very exposed, once out of the steamy bathroom, and she didn’t like the feeling. It was like those eyes were peeking at her through her window.
When her parents came home, she got dressed and asked them immediately if she could go to Kelly’s house for a slumber party, and they agreed to let her go.
—
Alexis and John spent the day at the mall. It was a weekday, so they both had to get up very early so their parents could drive them before going to work. But it was worth it, since they got to spend the whole day together, getting hyped up on frappes from Starbucks, checking out the skateboards at Zumiez, and giggling at all the sexual gag gifts in Spencer’s.
After lunch in the food court, they went to Best Buy and got separated. They both went to the videogames section initially, but Alexis wandered off to the audio systems to check out the prices on iPods and MP3 players. They were all too expensive for her, so she made a mental note to drop some hints on her dad. With any luck, he wouldn’t wait till Christmas or her birthday, and might be given to splurging on his little angel before the summer ended.
In the meantime, she’d have to stick with her normal CD player. It wasn’t really a big deal at the moment, since she was only just starting to get into music and could count her CDs on one hand. But recently, she had taken a much bigger interest in music. The girl in her told her the boy bands were hot, but the tomboy in her told her their music sucked, and she let the tomboy in her win the fight for music. She listened to punk, enjoying a range from The Clash up to Green Day. Recently, a new band called Lutz had come out and was making waves. Alexis had heard their hit and it was practically love at first strum.
In the music section, Lutz only had two CDs, their first album and the single for their hit, but they took up lots of room on the shelf anyway, since they had launched into stardom so fast. Unfortunately, when that happens, it usually results in a one-hit wonder.
As Alexis scanned the song titles on the back of the album case, she felt a hand cup her ass, and jumped slightly before realizing it was John.
“Hi, babe,” John said, kissing her on the cheek. “Ooh, Lutz, I heard of them. What was their song?”
“‘Love Songs Can Suck It’.”
John laughed. “Love songs do NOT tell it like it is,” he said, and squeezed Alexis’ ass.
Alexis giggled, but said “Stop that,” then whispered, “I don’t want to get a boner in public.”
“You’re no fun anymore,” John pouted. “You gonna buy it or are you gonna make me buy it for you?”
“Would you? I would love you forever and ever and ever and ever-“
“Yes, yes, I’ll buy it!” John said, pretending to be pissed. He then kissed her earlobe and whispered “But you’re gonna hafta repay me tonight.”
“Oh, can I? I was hoping I might.”
“Glad we’re on the same wavelength… uh-oh, though.”
“What uh-ohs? No uh-ohs.”
“Will your parents be home tonight?”
“Yes,” Alexis said, frowning.
“So will mine.”
“Uh-ohs.”
“How do you suppose we can sneak in sexy time?”
“Put a chair against the door?”
“Works for me,” John said. “But if we get caught, I’ll blame you and your seductive ways.”
“I’ll blame you and your effect on my nether regions.”
“I like those nether regions,” John said, and to prove his point, cupped a hand over her crotch and squeezed gently.
“No giving me a boner,” Alexis said, a little louder than she planned. Her face went red and she quickly looked around to make sure no one was in earshot.
“Hey,” John said, “never feel ashamed about that. I never want you to feel ashamed of what you have. I’m not ashamed of it. You shouldn’t be either.” He squeezed her package one more, then turned her around to face him and kissed her hard. She leaned back and almost hit the shelf of CDs.
“Okay,” she said, when she finally tore her lips from his. She loved it, but it was making her too hot for being at a mall. “I promise to never be ashamed, if you promise to always love me.”
“I promise,” John said. “I will always love you.”
—
Black thunderclouds moved in to cover the sky just as Alexis’ dad picked Alexis and John up. They had arranged for John to sleep over Alexis’ house, which Jeff had a big problem with. When a girl and a boy have a sleepover, it’s a lot different than a bunch of girls at a slumber party. He knew his daughter would be doing sexual things with John, and he didn’t exactly condone it. It was really John’s father who convinced him to allow it, because, as John’s father said, if they weren’t allowed to do anything, they would just find ways to rebel that might be much worse. Jeff’s rational side had to agree, but at the same time, the standard for girls and boys was way different. Boys were encouraged to mack it as early as possible, and girls were encouraged to stay virgins until marriage. And in the case of one’s daughter, virginity should be everlasting. On the other hand, Jeff and his wife had accidentally raised Alexis to be a boy for the first ten or so years of her life. It was a big shock to find out they had guessed wrong and surgically removed the wrong set of organs, even if they told themselves to be prepared for the possibility.
In the end, Jeff perhaps agreed with John’s father because, well, he was still given to thinking Alexis was a boy. You don’t raise a boy for ten years to suddenly have him become a girl and expect everything to be fine. Jeff had planned on giving Alex the grand old talk about using protection and don’t get any girls pregnant. Now, if Alexis were a girl, Jeff’s wife would have to tell Alexis about using protection and not getting pregnant herself. Of course, Alexis couldn’t get pregnant, so neither Jeff nor Anne had had ‘the talk’ with Alexis yet. What can you say? “Don’t worry about getting pregnant, and since you like boys, don’t worry about getting anyone else pregnant either. So, you know, go wild, have a blast.”
Yeah, right.
Alexis was getting sexual so young, and Jeff just didn’t know how to deal with it. Maybe he and Anne would sit down with Alexis together and try to have ‘the talk’. Or maybe they would just skip over it entirely. It seemed she already knew enough about sex and was figuring out plenty on her own, even if it was the warped fantasies of porn that taught her.
Next year Alexis would start sex ed. That might solve their problems for them. Or not.
Still, understanding that your kid is becoming sexual is one thing, letting it happen in your own home, WHILE you are home, is something else entirely. He did not feel comfortable with that scenario.
—
Alexis’ father tried to put the idea out of his mind, and acted pleasantly enough with John during dinner. John was sure he sensed some hostility, but it was more of his guilty conscience than anything Alexis’ father was doing. John had known Alexis’ parents for a while now, and they practically considered him part of the family, but John’s imagination kept going back to that first time Alexis ever gave him a blowjob, when he had cum and it went all over her face and hair. If Alexis’ father had seen it, John was sure he would have been killed. John wasn’t a father himself, of course, but he could imagine that no father wants to see his daughter with cum on her face.
Part of John’s problem was also the fact that he had promised Alexis they were going to do something tonight, whether her parents were home or not. The idea of getting caught did not excite him. Maybe if they got caught by John’s parents it might be embarrassing, but he’d get over it; but getting caught by Alexis’ parents was suicide.
After dinner, Alexis and John went up to Alexis’ room, but only because that’s where her videogame system was. They left the door open and barely rubbed elbows as they played. Alexis knew John was nervous about trying anything tonight, and even though they planned on doing something, she couldn’t blame him for being nervous. She didn’t want to get caught either, although she had to admit the RISK of getting caught held its own charm. But that was kind of like the risk of bailing on a skateboard was sort of fun, but actually bailing sucked. Maybe they would try risking it someday, but she was fine with that not happening for a while.
—
Jeff tried to concentrate on balancing the checkbook, but one part of his mind told him to check on the kids, and the other part of his mind told him that if they were doing something, he didn’t actually want to know. That left zero parts of his mind for number-crunching.
It was Anne that came to the rescue for everyone.
She saw that Jeff was staring off into space, with the pen not even touching the paper, so she surprised him with a neck massage. He had been zoning out so far that he jumped when she touched him. She worked out the kinks in his neck, which he greatly appreciated.
“You seem to need some relief,” Anne said.
“That feels good. Thank you.”
Anne spun the chair around quickly and sat on Jeff’s lap, straddling him. She kissed him and pressed her breasts against his chest.
“I think you need a different kind of relief,” Anne said.
Jeff put his hands on her ass and pulled her closer. He kissed her back and said “Maybe that is what I need.”
“You know, we haven’t really done anything experimental lately.”
“It’s hard to find time with a teenager in the house.”
“I know, but maybe we could just go out tonight, you and me. We could get a little frisky; maybe rent a cheap motel room, maybe go down to that sex shop and buy a new porno maybe. It’s been so long since we added anything to our collection.” She ran a hand through Jeff’s hair and kissed him again.
“Maybe we could try something new after all,” Jeff said.
“Like handcuffs.”
Jeff was getting aroused, and Anne could feel it. “Who’ll be wearing them?”
“Maybe we both will,” Anne said. “I want to try all the things we had wanted to try before we had Alexis. Do you remember some of the things we wanted to try, but never got around to?”
“I’m starting to remember.”
“Come on, let’s get out of here. I will make you forget that anything else in the world exists but you and me and absolute pleasure. I want to be able to get loud again.”
Jeff squeezed his wife’s ass and buried his face in her tits. Since having Alexis, he had forgotten how much more fun loud was than quiet.
—
John and Alexis heard the front door slam.
“Did they leave?” John asked.
“I don’t know,” Alexis said, and got up and looked out the window. She watched her parents get in the car and drive off in a rush. “Yeah, they left, but I don’t know why.”
“So that means you don’t know when they’ll be back?”
“No.”
John grabbed Alexis from behind and threw her squealing onto the bed. He kissed her hard quickly, then said, “I want to get you off like you’ve never gotten off before. I want to do to you what you did to me the other day. I want you to guide me and tell me everything you want me to do. Tell me to go fast or slow or suck you or lick you or play with your tits – I know you like that – or how hard or soft to do any of those things or-“
“Stop talking and kiss me like you love me.”
John did as he was told.
—
“Now, your brother is already asleep,” Kelly’s mother told her, “but there is supposed to be a thunderstorm tonight, so he might wake up before we get home.”
“Okay mom, I know what to do.”
“Number’s on the kitchen table if there’s an emergency, and instructions on how to warm the baby formula. And no friends over.”
“Yes, mom.”
“Love you.”
“Love you too, mom.”
Kelly’s parents finally left. She had been dreading them staying too long and having Nancy or Amber or Jennifer coming by while they were still there. Her parents might have cancelled their plans for the night just to make sure Kelly didn’t get her way. She didn’t hate her parents, but they sure were strict about having other people over. Both of her parents had to be home when someone came over, and they were checked on nearly every fifteen minutes. It wasn’t that they were protective of Kelly, either, since she was allowed to go to her friends’ houses almost whenever she wanted. It seemed they were more worried about the house burning down than anything else.
But tonight she was able to get away with having friends over. Her parents were not planning on returning till the morning at the earliest. If Kelly got her friends up early enough, she might be able to get them out of the house before her parents came home. It might not even come to that, because usually when her parents went out for the night, they stayed out until mid-afternoon the next day. They considered Kelly to be a free babysitter while they went out and had fun.
Kelly didn’t mind, though; she loved her little brother. He might cry every once in a while, but he wasn’t nearly the kind of pain she used to think babies were. He needed to have naps on time, and be fed and have his diaper changed, but other than that, Kelly loved playing with him. She practically got more joy out of peek-a-boo than he did.
But tonight it was girls’ night, and the more her brother slept, the better.
Amber arrived first, followed closely by Nancy and Jennifer. The first order of business was to fawn over the baby, sleeping soundly in his crib. The girls really wanted to pick him up, but Kelly didn’t want him to be woken up before he was ready or he’d start screaming.
Jennifer appeared to have recovered from earlier in the day, as if nothing even happened. They each decided in their own minds not to talk about it, but the conversation did steer toward men almost off the bat – first about movie stars and boy bands, then about some of the guys they knew and secretly had crushes on. Nancy and Kelly kept exchanging glances, indicating clearly that they both wanted to bring up masturbation.
Nancy finally found a way to bring it up in a conversational way: “So, what do you guys, um, do, when you think of guys you like?”
“What do you mean?” Kelly said. She knew what Nancy meant, but she was trying to move the conversation properly in that direction so the others might get the hint and volunteer first. She knew when she asked the question that it sounded like bad acting, but Amber and Jennifer didn’t seem to notice.
Amber winked, and said “I know what you mean. You’re asking if we play with ourselves.”
“Amber!” Nancy said, in feign shock. But she was smiling, and trying her best to hold in her giggle.
“What? I do!” Amber said. “Don’t tell me you guys don’t.”
“Yes, we do too,” Kelly said.
“We?” Amber asked, raising her eyebrows.
“Well, me and Nancy already talked about it.”
“Without me present? When was this?”
“Oh, boy,” Kelly said, “do you want to tell about it, Nancy?”
Nancy clapped her hands in excitement. “Okay, so, you two had left, and me and Kelly went for a swim before leaving, right?…”
Nancy and Kelly told the other girls all about their masturbatory experiment at the beach. Amber and Jennifer were enrapt by the tale; Amber shocked and delighted when they talked about doing things with each other, and Jennifer found herself turned on by the descriptions of what it felt like. She didn’t understand exactly what the feeling was that they described, nor what she was feeling now, but she unconsciously rubbed her nipples as the girls talked.
When they finished off the story, Amber said “Wow. That’s not what I do at all. I mean, I don’t even touch my cooch.”
Kelly laughed. “You’re cooch? That’s what you call it?”
“Works as well as anything,” Amber said.
“What do you do, then?” Nancy said. She hoped to get extra ideas about new ways of masturbating without breaking her hymen.
“Well, I… it’s kind of embarrassing…” Amber said.
“We’re all friends here. We promise not to laugh or anything,” Nancy said, holding up three fingers in a Boy Scout salute.
“Well, I… I play with my butt.”
“Ohmygod,what’sitlike?Isitbetter?Whatdoyoudowithit?” Nancy blurted.
“Well, you have to try it yourself, but I… I like to stick things up there.”
“Wow,” Kelly said. “Don’t things get, you know, dirty?”
“Sometimes,” Amber said, “but really I only use my fingers and stuff I throw away after, so it’s not a big deal. I just wash my hands when I’m done.”
“I’ll definitely have to try that,” Nancy said, “but I heard it hurts.”
“Yeah, it can hurt if you don’t do it right, but it’s really fun if you do get it right. I can’t say I’ve ever had an orgasm like you guys have, cuz I always stop when it starts to feel that weird. I figured I was doing something wrong and I might damage myself!”
Nancy and Kelly laughed, then Kelly caught sight of Jennifer, who was listening, but rubbing her hard nipple through her shirt.
“I think we know what Jennifer likes to do,” Kelly said.
“What?” Jennifer said, then realized what she was doing and grew bright red.
“Oh, don’t be embarrassed, Jenny,” Amber said. “I just told you I played with my butt!”
The girls giggled at the word ‘butt’, but then Kelly had an idea.
“Hey, since me and Nancy have already tried stuff with each other, do you guys want to try seeing if we can get each other off? I mean, if you guys are okay with it.”
“Yeah! That would be awesome,” Amber said. “I really want to know what an orgasm feels like. Do you want to, Jennifer?”
Jennifer looked uncomfortable, but didn’t say anything.
“Jenny, we won’t be mad if you say no,” Nancy said. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“No, I – I think I want to. I just, maybe I’ll sit out and watch first.”
“That’s okay,” Nancy said. “No pressure. But I want to see how to play with my bum!”
—
Anne and Jeff perused the sex shop together. They both wanted to find the perfect stuff to make this night the best it could possibly be. None of the porn movies captured their interest, so they moved on to the toys section.
Anne found a pair of handcuffs immediately. “I told you we were gonna get handcuffs,” she said.
Jeff smiled, and picked out anal lube. “When was the last time we did anal? Don’t you love anal?”
Anne found a strap-on dildo. “I do love anal. And tonight, I’m gonna teach you to love it, too.”
“That WAS something I promised I’d try,” Jeff said, then picked up a woman’s cop uniform in his wife’s size. “I believe once you promised you’d do a little role-play with me. I think this will go with the handcuffs.”
“Oh, this is all coming together so nicely. Hey, isn’t that Patricia Darrens?” Anne said, spotting Kelly’s parents coming in.
“Who?” Jeff asked.
“Alexis’ friend Kelly’s mother. Let’s go say hi.”
“In a smut shop?”
“Yeah, why not?” Anne said, waving Kelly’s parents over. “We’re not uptight.”
“They might be,” Jeff said.
Kelly’s parents spotted Anne and made their way to them. Patricia and Anne hugged and said hi, while Jeff and Kelly’s dad just looked elsewhere.
“So what are your plans for tonight?” Anne asked Patricia.
“Oh, we want to try out that new BDSM club downtown, but Roger has to buy some new assless chaps.”
Roger grew red, but Jeff pretended he wasn’t listening.
“Going anywhere special tonight yourself?” Patricia asked.
“Oh, we’re just getting a motel room. I think we’ve decided to try a strap-on.”
Jeff, in turn, went red, and Roger pretended not to listen.
“Ooh, we both love doing that, don’t we, dear?” Patricia asked Roger, but Roger pretended to examine the costume rack with great interest. “Well, have fun; I don’t want to keep you two. I get aroused just walking in here, so I want to get those chaps and get to that new club. Nice talking to you, Anne!”
“Nice talking to you, and have a nice time!”
Patricia pulled Roger away to the leather and bondage section of the store.
Feeling a little like a child, Jeff momentarily wondered what kinds of perverse things his daughter might be trying, and he got goose bumps and shivered.
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Alexis and John were doing sexy things, but they were perhaps a little more wholesome than Alexis’ parents might be doing that night.
John had stripped, Alexis had stripped, and the new CD by Lutz that John had bought Alexis was playing on Alexis’ stereo.
John was on top of Alexis, and they were kissing softly, letting their semi-hard penises rub against each other. It wasn’t as much about the sensations on their dicks as much as the sensuality of their kisses, of the gentleness in the way John squeezed Alexis’ breasts. This wasn’t sex, this wasn’t fucking; this was making love.
The music didn’t seem to go with the mood; it was sarcastic, satiric punk rock, and they were in need of a love song, not “Love Songs Can Suck It”. But it didn’t matter; the album was simply full of tunes that could drown out the real world and make them forget that anything outside of Alexis’ bed existed.
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Nancy pulled her pants and underwear off and showed her pussy to Kelly, Amber, and Jennifer.
“Yours is way prettier than mine,” Amber said.
“Thank you,” Nancy said, delighted at the compliment. “Okay, see this thing?” she said, pointing to her clit. “What you do is you rub it and just kind of play with it to figure out what works for you. But when you do it right, it feels unbelievable, and you can have an orgasm like, quick as beans.”
Nancy demonstrated this by lying down on Kelly’s bed, closing her eyes, and rubbing her clit in her favorite ways. The other three girls watched as Nancy quickly brought herself to orgasm, shivering and shaking and getting sweaty. Her rapid, gasping ‘ooh’s convinced the others just how wonderful the sensation was.
“I have GOT to try this,” Amber said, and pulled down her pants and panties as quickly as she could. She sat down in a chair and slumped in it, spreading her legs and exposing her pussy to the others.
“Wow, you’ve got a lot of hair!” Kelly said.
“I like it that way,” Amber said. She began to rub her clit slowly, but getting impatient, she started to rub harder and faster. “And I like this THIS way,” she said, starting to breath more heavily.
“Ooh, I should try it that way,” Kelly said. “I tried it once Nancy’s way, but I didn’t feel much. Does that feel good?”
“Yes… yes… oh boy, yes, it feels really – really…” But Amber didn’t finish her sentence, and just gave in to everything she was feeling. She was quickly reaching the point that her anal experiments brought her too.
“Move over,” Kelly said to Nancy, who was still rubbing herself on the bed. Kelly took off her bottom garments and lay down next to Nancy, and began rubbing her clit much more furiously than she had before. Instead of pleasure, though, it hurt. She quickly sat up and watched Amber to see if she was doing it right.
Amber was now pushing hard on her own clit, rubbing in circles at a blurring speed. Her legs were starting to shake, and she was moaning so loud she might have woken the baby.
The thunderstorm did it first, however, when a very close lightning bolt sent a crack of thunder roaring through the house. Jennifer was fascinated by what she was watching, but very uncomfortable at the same time, so when she heard the baby cry, she ran off to comfort it, partly glad to have an excuse to leave, partly angry at herself that she was leaving.
When Jennifer left the room, another huge crack of thunder came, and Amber had her first orgasm at the exact same moment. She was nearly lifted off the chair from the force of it, and she squirted quite a distance, sending liquid spraying.
“Woah!” Kelly said. “That’s awesome!”
Amber continued to squirt, and tried to continue rubbing her clit, but only barely managed to stay in the chair. She groped one of her own tits instinctively, pulling at her nipple, trying to both add to and distract herself from the incredible feeling of clitoral orgasm.
“I NEED to learn to do that. Show me show me show me show me show me!”
—
Alexis pushed John off of her and had him sit on the bed, up against the wall. She got on top of him, straddling him, and began to stroke his cock as they went back to kissing, getting it harder for him, letting the precum begin to flow.
John massaged Alexis’ breasts, gently pinching her nipples. Alexis had loved John’s ceaseless playing with her breasts, but they were dry, so she stopped kissing him, slid her body up closer to him, and put her breasts right in front of his face. He took his cue and sucked them and licked them and gently bit them, and felt their delightful texture and taste in his mouth.
Alexis ran her fingers through John’s hair, once in a while guiding his face to work on the other breast.
The undersides of their penises slid against each other, their testes rubbing against testes. John felt this, and took his hands and gripped both penises, holding them tightly together, and stroked them both. They were both solid and wet with precum, slippery and sticky at once.
The Lutz album ended with a sex anthem, and then became replaced with loud thunderclaps. The thunder changed the mood in a way the music couldn’t: the love they had been making suddenly became much sexier. Alexis wanted to cum, and John wanted to make her cum.
John stroked their cocks a little harder and little faster, sucking Alexis’ tits a little harder. Alexis pulled on John’s hair a little harder, pushed her tits against his face a little harder. She began to slide her hips, letting her cock slide along John’s, letting their balls tap together pleasantly.
Another lightning bolt struck nearby, and Alexis arched her back, lifting her head to the sky and forcefully shoving her tits yet harder against John’s face. John’s teeth scraped against her breasts, biting them a little harder, and his actions were met with soft moans from Alexis.
Alexis was ready to cum, so she cried, “Please, suck my dick, please. I want your tongue on my dick as I cum…”
John wasn’t going to object, despite his distaste with the taste of cum. He wasn’t going to tell that to Alexis now.
John pushed her off of him, and she fell back onto the bed, exposing her perfect curves and close-to-cumming cock. John lay on his stomach and put the head of her dick in his mouth, licking the head and foreskin, allowing the orgasm to begin.
Alexis’ balls contracted, her dick began to spasm, and she shot a rope of cum into John’s mouth. John thought he was prepared for it, but he wasn’t, and accidentally took his mouth off her cock. A second convulsion, and another strand of cum, shot from her dick, hitting John on the upper lip and left cheek. John knew how important it was to show how much he loved Alexis, so he quickly swallowed what was in his mouth, and put his lips around her dick again, letting her finish her orgasm inside him. He swallowed every shot as it came, trying to get it down before the taste hit him. Alexis took her hands and held his face in place for the last few spasms, even keeping his mouth around her dick when her body told her to let go, to let her incredibly sensitive head relax. But she would not give in to that urge, instead making sure she rode out that wave of sensitivity with her dick firmly planted in her lover’s mouth.
When at last that feeling passed, she let John come up for air. He brought his face up to hers, and she sucked the cum off his lip and cheek.
Even during the part he hated, John never lost his hard on, because even though he didn’t like the taste of cum, he knew it was making Alexis so happy by drinking it. Knowing that he was giving his girlfriend and orgasm kept his libido from crashing, and he, in fact, was nearing his own orgasm himself.
“Cum in me, cum on me, please, cum, I want you to cum,” Alexis moaned.
John sat back up against the wall, and let Alexis get on her own stomach to better suck him off. She bobbed furiously over it, slurping and sucking and licking as fast as she could, squeezing his balls with one hand and trying to stroke his cock with the other.
John knew he was about to cum, but he had just enough time to remember the first time she sucked his dick, when he came all over Alexis’ face, and he remembered just how hot that was.
John pulled her face away from his dick as lightning struck, and shot hot cum onto her face, watching as each burst missed the all-important mouth and hit her cheeks, her chin, her nose, her forehead, and even an eyelid.
“God, you look beautiful,” he said, and finally let her continue sucking his dick with vigor, just as she had been before. He let her suck it even as he got soft, because he could not help but see the beauty in her face being covered in white. He did not know why he thought she was beautiful that way, and wondered if she would be beautiful even if it wasn’t his own cum on her face, but someone else’s.
He stopped thinking about that immediately. He did not want to picture anybody else ever cumming on her face, unless, maybe, it was Alexis herself. That might just be hot, too.
With John’s dick now completely soft, Alexis slowed her dick-sucking fervor and eventually let up. She sat up properly and began to slide the cum that was on her face into her mouth, being careful not to open her eyes yet. When she had licked all she could off her fingers, she said, “Think we should clean up?”
“Yeah, maybe we should,” John said.
“Okay, but you have to guide me to the bathroom. I don’t want to open my eyes until I wash my eyelids.”
John laughed, then helped her off the bed.
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Jennifer gently rocked Kelly’s baby brother, cooing to him, trying to get him to stop crying. The thunder had finally given way to a heavy rain, but screaming orgasms being created by the other girls in Kelly’s bedroom had replaced the thunder completely. Jennifer wondered what she was missing, but at the same time was very glad that she was missing it. She supposed she didn’t mind that the girls were touching themselves, but once she had heard the cry “Now do that to me!” she knew they were touching each other. They were her best friends, but even in this case, she did not feel infinitely comfortable with the idea.
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[Author’s Note: When Part 3 was originally published, a poll was given asking whether readers would like to read more about the slumber party, Alexis’ parents, both, or neither. The majority voted for ONLY the slumber party, so that is what is presented here.]
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PART 3.5
Jennifer had left the Kelly’s bedroom to calm Kelly’s baby brother, who had woken from the thunderstorm.
Amber had just had her first orgasm, squirting everywhere.
“Woah!” Kelly said. “That’s awesome! I NEED to learn to do that. Show me show me show me show me show me!”
Amber finally calmed down, falling back into her chair, but continued to rub her clit, only more slowly now, groping her own breast with her free hand.
Nancy had hardly noticed, since she was in her own world, laying on Kelly’s bed with her eyes closed, rubbing her clit slowly, doing things her way to achieve her own orgasms.
Kelly tried to copy Amber, but it still hurt to rub her own clit as hard as Amber liked. Kelly got up from the bed and marched over to Amber. Amber was panting, zoned out from the world after cumming. Kelly grabbed Amber’s clit and squeezed hard.
“Ow!” Amber shouted, snapping back to reality.
“Show me how you made yourself shoot all over the place!”
“I don’t know how I did it, I just… hmph… I just rubbed super hard and super fast. I mean, I really just lost track of what I was doing when it started to feel real good.”
“But it hurts whenever I do it.”
“Okay, let me try to do it to you.”
Amber got up, wobbly-legged, and Kelly sat in the chair to take her place. She spread her legs and let Amber sit on the ground between them. Amber began to rub Kelly’s clit, starting slowly and getting faster and faster, until Kelly stopped her.
“I think it hurts,” Kelly said. “I think my clit is just not meant for that.”
“Hmm, do you like it slow?” Amber asked.
“No. I mean it’s okay, but it doesn’t do much for me, either.”
Nancy, on the bed, moaned loudly, and gave herself another orgasm. Amber turned and looked at her, watching as she rubbed her clit softly and slowly.
“Nancy, try to do that to Kelly. Nancy… Nancy!”
“Huh?” Nancy said, drifting out of her orgasmic state.
“Get your butt off the bed before I shove something up it.”
Nancy giggled, but got off the bed and squatted in front of Kelly’s pussy.
“Do what you do to your clit to Kelly’s.”
Nancy tried to rub it softly, her way, but Kelly didn’t think it was anything special.
“Ugh,” Kelly said. “Let’s face it: I have a broken clit.”
“No, I’m sure you don’t,” Nancy said. “We just gotta find what works. Hey, I saw a porno where a guy licked it. Let me try that.”
“Okay, but I still think my clit is broken.”
Nancy stuck her tongue out and began to massage Kelly’s clit with her tongue, rolling her tongue all over it, getting it wet. She took it into her mouth and sucked on it, soaking it, making every nook and cranny glisten with saliva.
That was what did it. Kelly began to feel hot from it, and didn’t stop Nancy from continuing. “Now that does feel good,” Kelly said.
“Is it fun?” Amber asked Nancy.
Nancy stopped, and said, “Not really, but you can try it if you want.”
“I guess,” Kelly said, “but if Amber makes it hurt, you’re going back to it.”
The girls all giggled, then Nancy got out of the way to let Amber try.
Amber got right to it, furiously sucking Kelly’s clit as fast as she could, just like she enjoyed rubbing her own clit.
But this was not dry rubbing; this was soaking wet sucking, and Kelly was getting very wet.
“Oh, wow, I like this a lot more,” Kelly said, and began to breathe heavily. It wasn’t perfect, and she didn’t know if she could cum from it, but she knew that her clit most definitely wasn’t broken.
“She also likes fingers in her cooch,” Nancy said to Amber, using Amber’s word for it.
Amber unceremoniously shoved two fingers into Kelly’s pussy, which might have hurt if it were not that Kelly was extremely wet and slippery. Amber wiggled her fingers around inside until Kelly commanded “Up! Up!” Amber pressed her fingers up against the top wall of Kelly’s pussy, and Kelly said, “Yes, now rub right there!” Amber rubbed Kelly’s G-spot as furiously as she sucked her clit, and before long the combination of both brought Kelly to an orgasm. Amber kept it up and made Kelly’s orgasm last twenty seconds, in which Kelly would have moaned if she could have breathed.
Kelly did not squirt, but form the way Kelly’s legs had locked and her body slightly shook like she had the chills, Amber knew Kelly had cum. Amber sat back and let herself breathe. “How was that?” she asked.
“That was awesome,” Kelly said, gasping. “But I don’t think I came because of you sucking my clit. But it did feel really good, maybe it added to it? I don’t know. It was still fun.”
“I could tell,” Amber said. “Now do that to me!”
Kelly once again switched places with Amber, so Amber could sit in the chair again.
Kelly licked Amber’s clit, trying to do it as carefully as she could without accidentally scraping her teeth against it or getting pubes in her mouth.
“No, do it faster,” Amber said.
Kelly tried to obey, licking it as fast as she could.
“Bite it, pull it.”
“Bite it?” Nancy asked in disbelief, watching Kelly struggle to do as she was told. She would never want someone to bite hers.
Kelly gently bit Amber’s clit and pulled it with her teeth, continuing to lick the front of it.
“Mmm, try putting your fingers in my cooch; I want to know what that’s like, too.”
Kelly stuck a finger in Amber’s pussy, and found the G-spot easily. She pressed against the spot and rubbed furiously, trying to match the ferocity with which she attacked Amber’s clit.
Amber loved it, and knew that delicacy was not the way to go with her. If she wanted to get off, she needed it to be fast and furious and – if she was willing to admit it – even a little painful.
“Oh, rub it harder, and pull my clit harder-er-er-er…”
Kelly rubbed Amber’s G-spot as harder as she could, putting so much pressure on it her hand was starting to hurt. She decided to give up using her mouth on Amber’s clit, and instead just took her free and pinched it and pulled it, hard enough she thought she must be causing pain, and she’d never want that to happen to her.
But instead of yelping, Amber started bucking, reaching an orgasm that came from both her clit and her G-spot at once, and it was intense. Amber’s hips moved everywhere, and Kelly could barely hold her grip on Amber’s clit and continue rubbing her G-spot, but she stuck it out.
Amber squirted, this time sending her juices all over Kelly’s face. Kelly closed her eyes and mouth and tried not to get any up her nose, but kept up Amber’s orgasm anyway.
When Amber’s orgasm finally died, Kelly let go and pulled herself away, and Amber slumped in the chair, exhausted.
Kelly and Nancy started giggling, and when they didn’t stop after nearly a minute, Amber finally opened her eyes and looked at Kelly, whose face was soaked with Amber’s cum. Amber began to apologize, but found it hilarious as well, and laughed along with them.
When they all started to calm down, Amber said, “I’m exhausted. I’ve never had an orgasm before today, and now I just had two.”
“I one of them went all over me!” Kelly said, and they all laughed again. “I wish I knew how to do that.”
“I don’t know if all girls can do that,” Nancy said. “I don’t think everybody can.”
“Disappointing,” Kelly said. “That was insane. I don’t know if I’ll ever have an orgasm like the ones you have, Amber.”
“Well,” Amber said, “I started puberty a little earlier than you guys. Maybe when you catch up they’ll be better.”
“Maybe,” Kelly said, but she wasn’t convinced. “Oof. I gotta wash my face. Then I think I’m going to be too.”
Kelly got up and went to the bathroom, and Nancy got into her nightie and went to check on Jennifer.
Jennifer was sitting in a chair in the baby’s room, holding the baby as it slept.
“I’m sorry if we made you uncomfortable,” Nancy whispered, trying not to wake the baby.
“No, it’s okay,” Jennifer said, “you can do that stuff all you want. I just guess I’m not ready for that kind of stuff.”
“Don’t worry, I understand,” Nancy said. “We would never make you do anything you didn’t want.”
“Thanks. I think… I think maybe it’s because I haven’t really started to hit puberty yet, you know? Maybe when I really do, then things’ll change.”
“Have you… have you even had your period yet?”
“Yes, but only last month.”
“Late bloomer… but there’s nothing wrong with that.”
“I know,” Jennifer said. “I sort of want to get through it, because I don’t want to be seen as a baby. But part of me doesn’t want to; I still just want to be a kid. I don’t want guys always looking at me like that. I mean, I think guys are hot, but I almost prefer it if we still believed in cooties.”
“I know what you mean. Sometimes, it just feels too weird, and you feel like… like you’re not even in your own skin. You get weird feelings. But with me, even though it’s sometimes really uncomfortable, I just want to do it all. Remember Scott? He was kind of like you. He was always really nervous and uncomfortable about sex stuff.”
“Whatever happened to him?”
Nancy paused, remembering it. “Let’s say his parents had a lot to do with ending our relationship and leave it at that.” Old resentment came back to the surface, but Nancy buried it back down with a quick grimace.
“Oh.”
They sat in silence for a while, then Jennifer stood up and put the baby back in his crib.
“You tired?” Nancy asked.
“No, just tired of holding the baby. He’s kind of heavy.”
“Well, the other girls are going to bed, but I’m still wide awake. If you want to stay up and talk, we can.”
“I’d like that,” Jennifer said.
Jennifer and Nancy stayed up for another three hours, and discussed everything except boys and sex.
—
When Alexis and John got all cleaned up, they slept together on Alexis’ bed, naked and spooning.
They did not wake up when Alexis’ parents came home in the morning, and John only woke up when Alexis’ father opened the door to check on his daughter. Her father saw them both sleeping, and although they had covers over them, he knew that they were both at the very least topless, and suspected bottomless as well.
John was halfway to waking at that point, and when Alexis’ father opened the door, he could feel that they were being watched. He raised his head and looked toward the door, but Alexis’ father had already left the doorway.
“Hey,” John said, shaking Alexis awake.
“Hmm?” she said, quite groggy, and not willing to wake up yet.
“I think your parents just caught us.”
“Oh. Go to sleep,” Alexis mumbled. “This isn’t much worse than the porn incident.”
John smiled, remembering that time, then rested his head back on the pillow and dozed for another few minutes.
—
“I just caught them sleeping together,” Jeff said.
“I told you it would happen,” Anne said, putting the new sex toys away in the back of the closet. “Hey, they probably have already done it before. I’m sure they didn’t do anything worse than what we did last night. Be thankful they didn’t catch us, or they’d be scarred for life.”
“I guess I can’t blame them when they have us for role models,” Jeff said lightly, but he knew he’d never get used to the idea of his daughter having sex.
—
When John and Alexis finally woke up for good, they put clothes on and went downstairs to get some breakfast. John dreaded seeing Alexis’ parents at the kitchen table, but Alexis’ mother seemed cheery, and was even humming as she made eggs for everyone.
Alexis’ father tried to bury his face in the newspaper, but he was trying too hard to look nonchalant, and John knew now that it was obviously Alexis’ father that had caught them.
Finally, Alexis’ father put the paper down and tried to act as unemotional as possible.
“Okay,” he began, “kids, so, um, I think it’s important now that-“
“I’ll be leaving,” John said.
“No, John, sit down, dear,” Alexis’ mother said, dropping English muffins into the toaster. She did not seem in the least bit upset, and went back to humming immediately after her comment.
“We’re not in trouble for anything?” Alexis asked, although she was sure she wasn’t. It was her only ploy to feign innocence.
“No, no one’s in trouble,” Alexis’ father said.
“We know you kids are having sex,” Alexis’ mother said.
“Dear-“
“Well, if you won’t be blunt about it, I will. I don’t really even see the point. It’s not like they really have to use protection. I’m sure you don’t have any STDs, dear,” she said to John, “and Alexis can’t exactly get pregnant, so I think it’s perfectly normal and healthy for you kids to explore sex.”
“I was hoping to tell them to actually use protection-“
“All they need to know is to use lube for anal-“
“Mom!” Alexis said, aghast, and buried her face in her arms.
“It’s not like you two haven’t tried it,” Alexis’ mother said.
“We haven’t, I swear!” John said. He was beat red, with his stomach churning and his heart beating a million miles a minute.
“Please don’t give them ideas, dear,” Alexis’ father said, exasperated.
“You wanted to talk about it. I just want to have a nice breakfast,” Alexis’ mother said, flipping the eggs.
“Can we forget about this conversation?” Alexis asked.
“Fine,” Alexis’ father said, and picked up the paper again. Now even he was embarrassed about how it had gone.
They sat in silence until Alexis’ mother served them, and John ate the most awkward breakfast of his life.
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