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JZL1110J: Dreamy Park Picnic


Usual disclaimer: This story involves sexual subject
matter. If you aren't old enough to read this, go
home!

by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph) 2003.
Please don't distribute in an altered form, or with any
charges for acquisition.

Eleven, I get to actually experience this thing called
sex. - by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph) 2000-2003.


JZL is my life story series. You can find out more
about the entire series at
/~jeffzephyr/jzlstories.html,
and more of year 11 at
/~jeffzephyr/jzleleven.html.
This episode is at
/~jeffzephyr/JZL1110SittinginaTreeFUCKING.html





JZL1110: Sitting in a Tree on Saturday: F U C K I N G!
(mf mff ff oral rom) by Jeff Zephyr

Coding note: The participants in this story are age twelve, or
almost twelve. If I was going to tell a fictional story of young
love, I'd advance them to age thirteen. Why? Because that makes them
teenagers, not preteens, so they get to use the m and f codes. But we
were slightly precocious, doing things maybe a year or so ahead of
"schedule." Yet I think that our interaction was much like that of
teenagers, not little kids. Real people develop at different speeds,
and some of them mature early.

JZL1110 Sitting in a Tree on Saturday is a very long "chapter" in my
life story. It only covers one day, but it is a very eventful day for
us, with a wide range of activities.

Sherry and Jeff...... Sitting in a Tree. F U C K I N G! (on
Saturday)

JZL1110J-Q: Whatever happened after your honeymoon? .... the stuff
after our nap... JZL1110J: Dreamy Park
Picnic (mff rom nosex)
====== It was just an ordinary sort of
Saturday for a kid of eleven: Go to the beach, play with friends, lay
in the sun. Lots of other kids were out doing just that.




I was having a most wonderful dream, a dream of making love. It
seemed so real. Then I awoke, not yet aware of my surroundings. I
could feel someone in front of me, someone I was holding as I slept.
My head nuzzled in long hair but I couldn't see who it was.

Whoever it was, it was naked. She was naked, I mean, because it
smelled like a girl.

I could feel my hard dick pressed against her naked behind. Now, it
was hard, simply to be so, or perhaps it was just because I needed to
take a leak. A piss hard-on, the guys call that. But feeling a
naked, warm girl butt in front of me turned that natural sleepy- time
sensation into a whole different kind of desire.

It was a dream come true for sure, for a 6th grader. I had a funny
floating feeling, like this wasn't quite real.

Except that it was real - I could see girl hair in eyes, and I
definitely felt naked girl body in my arms, sweet little girl breasts
nicely fitting into my hands. At the bottom, well, our bare parts
touching were fire and lightning, a storm of desire demanding my
attention.

I knew where I was, too.

It was hard to believe, yet it was exactly what I'd wish for as a
dream come true.

In the tree house, by the lake, naked under the blanket. With my
Sherry naked in my arms, and my Maureen naked beside her. I didn't
want to disturb either of them, not if they wanted to sleep more.

My dick had other ideas, though. If I thought about how sexy it was,
how wonderful it was to be cuddled up naked behind my girlfriends. It
twitched, wanting me to do more with it. Just a little bit, and maybe
part of that was from me squeezing my muscles down there, to suppress
my other desire. That one was pressing at me too. I had to go, but
that too had to wait until the girls were ready to get up.

At that moment, much to my relief, Sherry rolled back into me and
said, "I think we need to get up, OK?"

Maureen got up first, letting me discover that they'd been waiting
too. We were all waiting patiently, not wanting to disturb our
lovers' naps. Our first sleeping-together. Almost like a wedding
night, or so I imagined it to be.

I watched Sherry get up, enjoying the sight of her. Both girls
noticed that I was laying there with my dick all hard. "Ready to go
again?" Maureen asked me.

"I guess so. But I, uh..."

"We need to go to the bathroom," Sherry said, interrupting me.

"I was going to say that. I need to take a leak," I told them. "We
can just go over the side, kind of like off a boat. Nobody's around
to see us."

"No, I really need to go to a real bathroom. I have to do number
two."

I laughed. It wasn't funny maybe but that is the polite thing kids
are taught to say.

"Jeff!" Sherry whined at me. Then she picked up her clothes, sorting
them out to get dressed. Socks on first. She was moving fast, in a
hurry.

"I'm sorry. It isn't funny I guess. I just didn't think about it.
Last time it didn't come up. And with the whole lake there, we could
just let loose and leak into it. Right?"

"Yeah, I know. But that won't work for me. I want a real toilet."

"It is a long walk from here to them."

"I think they'll have the portable ones set up by the beach by now. I
sure hope so anyway," Sherry said.

I got up, and watched both girls start to dress. Part of me was
really horny feeling. I didn't care that my bladder was pushing at
me, I could hold it for a while. Especially looking at my naked
girlfriends, remembering what we did today together.

As I picked up my clothes and started to pull my jeans on I thought of
something exciting.

"You guys could skip your underwear, just like me. We aren't at home,
and shouldn't run into anyone we know. Even so, you can't really see
it by just looking."

Sherry already had her bra and panties on and was pulling her pants
over her feet. Maureen had her bra and blouse on, but was still bare
on her bottom.

Sherry said, "I'm really in a hurry. I need to go, you know?" She
pulled her pants up, and kept on getting dressed.

"You could take them off quick, couldn't you?"

"It is too late. I'm not taking them off."

Maureen, though, hesitated. She was already covered on top, and her
panties were in her hand, as she sat down to pull them on. I loved
the view of her pussy, and stared at her. Waiting for her decision.

"I don't know, I've never done it," Maureen said.

"It feels nice, not having underwear in the way down there," I said.
I put my shirt on, then finished getting dressed.

Maureen had a good reason to think about this. Her purple corduroy
pants had those ridges in them, and that would rub against her bottom.
Especially since we had a long walk ahead of us. I was used to the
feeling of my jeans rubbing against my skin, especially my dick as it
shifted back and forth.

She didn't say more, she just pulled on her pants, dropping her
panties on the floor. Socks and shoes on, tied quick, then coats, and
we were ready to go.

"This feels kind of funny," Maureen said.

"Not bad funny?" I asked.

"No, it is OK."

Sherry said, "Please, please, we need to hurry. It's hard to hold it
in."

We climbed down out of the tree, then headed through the woods towards
the beach path in the park. We were above the lakeshore, and we'd
travel faster on the paved park walks than through the woods or along
the beach itself.

It was still a long walk, maybe half a mile before we got to the
stairway down to the beach. A big, long rickety old wooden stairway
was the only easy way down the bluff.

Walking brought out my own bodily demands, and Maureen's as well. It
wasn't a chilly day, but neither was it a hot, and the cool breeze off
the lake made me shiver. I was looking forward to finding the
bathroom myself.

"Argh!" Sherry yelled. "They don't have the potties out here!"

She was right, of course. We looked up and down the beach and no
small buildings were around.

"Where can we go?" Maureen asked. Then, she answered herself, "I
don't want to walk home. I think it is just as far to the park
pavilion and concessions by the playground."

"Oh, darn it!" Sherry said. "If we go home it might be closer but mom
might make us stay, and I really want to have all day out here with
Jeff."

"It isn't that far. I don't think it is. Not farther than we've
already just walked," I said.


"On to the playground!" we chanted, as we all started off in that
direction.

"Playground, playground," we said, over and over. I felt silly, but
it distracted us all from the real problem we faced now.

Climbing back up the stairs from the beach was slower, especially with
our legs periodically crossing, squeezing inside to keep things calm.
When we got up to the top, I thought of something. I didn't have to
wait. I could just whip it out and piss. I'd done that before.
Maureen, if that was all she needed, could just drop her pants and go.

But we didn't do that. I walked alongside Sherry, Maureen on the
other side of her, supporting her. Something inside me said that it
was fair and best to suffer along with my girlfriend. It wouldn't
have mattered for time - I could do it fast and run to catch up.
Sherry didn't feel like running, and we had such a long way to go that
running would tire us out too much.

Our whole walk, squeezing inside all the way, was about a mile, maybe
a bit more with the up and down the rickety stairs at the beach. I
didn't time it, but all of us really, truly, intensely and painfully
had to use the bathrooms when we finally reached the other side of the
park. We still had a long way to walk, to get to go.

We didn't talk much about sex along the way. Trying to walk fast
didn't leave a lot of breath for talking period, but mostly we talked
about our future together.

"It will be so wonderful when we can all be together all the time,"
Sherry said.

"I know, I hope we can do that soon. I hope that Annie likes the idea
too," I added. Part of me was totally sure that Annie would love the
idea of us getting married. We were all in love, wasn't that a good
thing for us to do?

But there were the other girls, and though Annie hadn't ever
complained about our relationship, I wasn't so certain that she wanted
us to go on together forever.

"I hope so too," Maureen said. "I like Annie, and she really loves
you."

Sherry stopped walking to kiss me on the cheek, and told me quietly,
"Annie really loves you so much, I just know she'll like this. You
love her too, you know?"

"Yep." I replied, but not really sure what I should say about that.

We talked more about school, our parents, and other ordinary things
for a while. As I went along, I realized that I was really happy.
Not just about our plans for the future, or having sex together. Not
even enjoying our walk together.

"You really are OK with all the stuff I told you?" I asked them. "I'm
OK with your stuff. I think it is really nice, everything you did,
all that you want to do."

Neither girl had outright said that they wanted to try it with another
boy, not specifically. But in a roundabout way, they'd hinted at it.
Robbie was so cute, and we really do like him. I did too, it wasn't
just the girls thinking that. Maureen said she'd really do it with
her cousin, and I wasn't jealous about that. But that girl was far
away, and Maureen wasn't planning to see her.

Robbie we saw every day. I wasn't jealous about him. He was shy, but
like me, found lots of time to play with the girls on the playground.

I remembered feeling that when he first showed up last year, and in
our talk about who else might be doing sex among our clates,
Sherry suggested that Robbie was cute enough to think about.

"Do you really want to do it with him?" I asked. I tried not to
sound jealous. Because I didn't feel that way. I was sure I didn't
want to, and definitely didn't want to show signs of jealousy.

"I don't know. Maybe. It might be nice to see another boy naked
anyway."

While I was away, Robbie was sort of like a substitute for me, for
Sherry and Maureen. They liked having a boy to play with.

I understood that. I loved playing with Debbie. I was very happy
that my girls were so empathic about that, understanding just how much
I could miss Debbie, even when I was with them and really wanted to be
with them. I wasn't going to see Debbie again. Well, not likely,
anyway, and not on my own as a kid.

"It might be nice to do that, to visit Debbie again," I said. Then I
added, sort of surprising myself, "Robbie is really nice. I mean, he
is kind of a girly-boy, not so tough. But I like him a lot. It would
be OK if you wanted to do stuff with him."

OK wasn't the same thing as "go out and seduce him." I didn't want
her to really do it. I mean, I wasn't hoping that she would rush
right out and try it. Or even do it at all.

I just wanted to be fair. I had sex with Annie without talking it
over with Sherry or Maureen first. I didn't feel guilty about it
either, though their reaction - having sex with me too, kind of like
catching up in a race, competitively - made it hard to feel that I'd
betrayed them. We were all happy doing this stuff together. Why
should I deny Sherry or Maureen what I wanted to do myself?

I wasn't giving up Annie. Not ever.

I'd have thought more on this subject, but reaching the bathrooms made
other things come to mind.

Sherry was going to... well, it was yucky to think about that part.
Not so much doing it, because we all did it. But afterwards, we'd
walk back, get naked, and have sex. I'd cleaned up good at home,
washing my private areas well, knowing that the girls would be tasting
me down there. I wasn't too worried about pissing. Most of that
dripped out, nothing stuck around usually. Anyway, it just didn't bug
me the same way as the other area.
"We'd better wipe up really good after. You know, because we're going
to do stuff after," I said to Sherry. I meant for Maureen to do it
too, and me as well.

"OK, I will. But you know, we've been doing stuff a while, Maureen
and I," Sherry said. "Plus we're girls, so we're cleaner than boys.
You know that part?"

"I'm clean too!" I protested.

"I think you are too, not really like other boys," Sherry said. "But
I really, truly, pretty please have to go."

She ran into the bathroom. The girls' one. Maureen followed, and I
almost walked in too. Both girls were in a hurry, and I don't think
they noticed. Some other little girl did, though, and laughed. I had
to go run off into the boy's room, hiding.

I had to go too!

Not just number one, like I thought. Just like Sherry. I hadn't
thought how you could wipe and clean up so well in a public toilet.
At home I could use some water and wash my backside up a little. Here
I could only get some spit on the paper, to help out a bit.

I spent longer than normal doing all this. The girls were waiting
patiently for me when I finally came out.

"That feels much better," Sherry said, sighing. Laughing, too. We
all hugged, all three of us. Our walk to the toilets had been a sort
of shared ordeal. While not one of epic proportions, it was still
memorable.

It was a silly thing to talk about, comparing it to an explorer's
trip, like Marco Polo's trek to China. But I think we needed to be
silly for a while, to make up for all the seriousness today. I was
easy to laugh together with our best friends.

I was very glad about our talks. I'd told them everything, and it was
OK. Sherry was glad too.

"I'm happy, I love you Jeffie," Sherry said. We'd been talking about
other things, thinking our thoughts inside but not saying words like
love, or anything about sex.

It was OK to say it, really. No one we knew was around. Nor would
they care even if they were, not about kids saying things like that.
It was no big deal, really they'd say.

But it actually was. For us, love wasn't just a kid's game, not merely
another level of friendship. Maybe it was something like that, but
we'd promised much more.

"I love you too," I said. We were all hugged together again.

"I... Well, I'm glad that you're OK with that. Not doing it with me.
You are, aren't you?"

"Yes," I answered right away, without thinking. Saying it in the open
meant that we didn't say exactly what we were discussing. I had to
think about it, especially without anything leading up to this
question.

"It is really OK, really truly, I love you. I meant what I said
before, when it happened."

"I didn't want to say no. Because I love you, and that is what you
wanted to do . And I'd almost promised, and Maureen said it so many
times."

I nodded my head. I didn't know what to say about it. Annie and
Maureen had both done it, fucking me, going all the way as older
teenagers say. I wasn't missing out on the experience just because
Sherry didn't want to do it with me. But I still felt that we were
falling short of perfection in our relationship by not doing it.

"She wanted me to do it, you know?" Sherry asked quietly.

"I know. That's OK. I don't mind. I really don't. I did want to do
it though."

"You still do?"

I was trying to be honest. I wasn't sure how to say what it was that
I meant.

I said, "This is hard to talk about here, you know that? I mean, I
can't quite say it all where someone might hear?"

"I know. I kind of want to know, though."

Maureen just listened to us, didn't say anything. She hugged us both,
one arm over each of us.

I said, "Well, it's like this. I wanted to do it, and thought it
would be really nice. But not if you were unhappy from doing it. I
mean, I wanted it to be fun for you. I did think that maybe if I just
did it, you'd like it. I think that you would. Maureen does."

"It is nice," Maureen said, trying to help out.

"I don't know," Sherry answered. I wasn't sure what she didn't know.

"What do you mean, Sherry?" I asked.

"Well, it is confusing. Maybe we can talk about it later. I just
don't want you to do it, just because you think I'll like it. I
won't. I mean it! If you do it and I say not to, I..."

"I wouldn't do that. Trust me, I just couldn't do that. I only said
that I thought of it. I didn't do it. I wouldn't do it."

Sherry kissed me, a quick kiss on the lips. I noticed she had little
tears in her eyes, just tiny drops on her face. I wasn't sure what to
do or say.

Sherry broke away from us, and said, "I'm kind of hungry."

"I'm really hungry," Maureen said.

"Kind of like them three bears," I said. "We had a long walk in the
woods, and through the trees in the park. I don't want porridge
though."

"We have snacks back at the treehouse," Maureen said.

"I'm hungry now, though," Sherry said.

"We do have a little money. They have stuff to eat here."

We wandered over to the concession stand, and bought some hot dogs.
All three of us, which didn't seem unusual until we started eating.

"Look," Maureen said, as she pushed her sausage out of its bun. "This
one is nice and tender, good for licking."

She licked around the tip of the meat, letting us see her tongue slurp
the ketchup off. Having watched her do the same thing to my `hot dog'
between my legs, it was like she was doing it to me as I watched.

Sherry joined in the game, doing about the same thing with the other
end of her hot dog. She had to turn it around, because she'd already
bitten off and chewed up the other end.

I played the game too, sucking and licking on my hot dog. It wasn't
quite right for what I'd do to them, but it was fun to watch them as I
did it.

"That's nice. Kind of like what you and Jack do, I suppose," Sherry
said.

"I worry about talk like that," I said. But I kept on licking on the
hot dog, not biting it.

"It is OK. I don't think anyone can hear us, or will know what we're
talking about if they do."

There wasn't anyone really close by. We didn't sit right at the
tables by the beach. We were up the hill a bit, no one right next to
us.

Talking about me doing stuff with Jack shouldn't have felt more
embarrassing than talking about what I did with the girls. It
reminded me of how they felt, though, about having their relationship
exposed.

I went on licking the hot dog, sucking on it. Both of the girls did
the same thing. I wasn't thinking of Jack's thing - funny, I knew it
was a dick, but I didn't use that word in my mind - when I was doing
it. But I was sure that the girls were thinking about mine.

I bit the hot dog anyway, and went on eating it. Just eating. No
more playing at sucking or licking on it.

Until I noticed that the bun and dog together, laid flat on my plate,
looked like...

Well, not exactly like a girl's pussy. But I licked it there, on the
plate, making a nice show for the girls.

We finished up our small meal, just hot dogs and chips. But I was
already thinking ahead to what we'd do when we were alone together
again.

Maureen was kind of squirming in her seat. I'd thought about what
she wasn't wearing under them before, but in our rush to reach the
facilities I hadn't asked her more about it.

"How do your pants feel?" I asked. I wasn't sure how to word it, but
Maureen was smart, I knew she'd figure it out.

"OK. They feel really comfy, stickly comfy, when I squeeze my legs
together though. Now that we're more relaxed, I guess I notice it
more."

"Is it nice? Do you like how they feel?"

"I guess so. I'll need to try them out more, see how they fit."

Some kids, older ones I didn't recognize, ran near us. That ended
this conversation for a while. Part of me was sure that no one would
get what we were talking about. But that didn't matter, I knew what I
was feeling inside. Moreover, my dick let me know, getting nice and
hard. I squeezed my legs together, enjoying the sensation of the
cloth against my naked sensitive skin.

I was able to relax enough to let my hard on go away. The girls
didn't have to worry so much about their arousal being visible. Well,
maybe a bit on top, but nipples get hard in the cold air too. My
dick, with no underwear to restrain it, tended to poke out more
visibly.

We could have rushed to get back to the privacy of the treehouse. If
we wanted to spend more time talking in privacy and making love, that
is what we should have done.

We did start off walking back. But we passed the sandbox, by the
slides and swings. A great big one, big enough to make sandcastles
in, not just a tiny little kid's plaything.

There was lots of sand on the beach, but on warmer days moms would
bring the littler kids up here to play. Easier to watch that way, and
of course they all liked the slide, swings, teeter-totters, and so on.

"Remember making sand forts here before?" Sherry asked.

"Yeah, I like doing that."

"Wanna make one now?" "Err..."

"I do," Maureen said.

"I do too," I answered. "I really do. It is maybe for kids
sometimes, but it is something big people can do too."

"I was worried a little, maybe someone we know might come along."
Maureen said.

"Does it matter?" Sherry asked.

"We do lots of things, and we don't care what other people think!" I
said.

I knew what big things we did, and we weren't telling anyone about
them. Playing in the sandbox seemed like a silly, trivial thing in
comparison.

It was fun to do it though. I knew it was, of course. Maureen was
right, someone might tease us big kids about doing it. But why should
we care? We were lovers, and the teasing we'd get about that would be
much worse.

Maybe playing in the sand was just a way to be kids, just little kids,
after all the serious grown up sex, love, and marriage talk?

Or it might just be that we'd done it before, when we'd first become
friends. I don't know, but sitting in the sand, working together to
build a little castle, making tiny "people" out of sticks, was simply
fun. I was so happy doing this with my friends, nothing else
mattered.

"Hey, what are you babies up to?" A boy's voice got our attention.

It was Andy. I liked Andy, really. I mean, he was nice playing ball
with, and never mean in school. So that maybe helped me stay calm
about this. He was funny, and did tease everyone just a little bit,
but it didn't get past fun teasing.

"We're just playing, and we're not babies!" I said.

"We don't have to grow up, not so fast." Maureen said. She looked
very serious about this.

"You look like babies," Andy said. There were a few other kids we
knew from school around too.

"What are you guys doing?" Sherry asked.

"Just hanging around."

"We were going to go by the lake, by the beach," Doug said.

"Maybe you can make sand castles over there?" I suggested.

"I don't know about that," Andy said. Then he went off, saying, "Have
fun you little tykes!"

When the others were gone, Maureen said, " I wonder what they'd think,
if we told him about the grown up games we played earlier?"

"We're going to play them later too," Sherry said.

"We can't tell anyone." I said. That was obvious, though.

"I know," Sherry said. "Do you think it is OK, playing with us like
this?"

"Like what" I asked.

"In the sandbox, here. With the little kids' stuff, just like when we
were little?"

"Yeah, I do. Kind of like Peter Pan. But we're more grown up, I
think."

Maureen said, "Maybe we're more mature than other kids. What does it
matter what they think? Remember saying that? Anyway, if we like
doing it, why should we stop doing it?"

We kept on playing. We didn't talk too much except about our
projects, building lots of roads and little sand houses. It felt
strange doing it, after this conversation. But it was fun, and I
really liked doing it with them. Maureen and Sherry both seemed to
enjoy it as well.

I don't know how long we spent there, but we got up, dusted the sand
off, then went to the bathrooms again. Mostly to wash up. I was
thinking about having sex later, and sandy fingers didn't seem like a
fun thing to touch girls with. Then, we got more drinks, and went
back to the playground. Why we didn't rush off to have sex again, I
don't know.

I wanted to go and do that. Maureen kept bumping into me and Sherry,
rubbing her body against ours. Sherry was all cuddling, hugging us.
We didn't kiss in the open, but we held hands and always were touching
each other as we walked around.

Even in the sandbox, we kept rubbing up against each other. But you
know, we did that even before we had sex. It was just part of how we
played together.


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Title: Not With My Daughter! 15
Part: 15
Universe: Not With My Daughter! Saga
Summary: Marnie's humiliation continues when her tormentor requires her
and her friend to enter a wet tee shirt contest before he turns over a
video which explains what happened at the party the night before.
Keywords: blackmail, humiliation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, nc

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This is a continuation of a story, "Not With My Daughter!" & "Not With My
Daughter!, Parts 2-14" which can be found at Spunk's Place see at bottom:

Not With My Daughter! Part 15
by Spunk N. Wagnels

"Welcome home my favorite forty-year-old." Marnie said, greeting Roger at
the door with a kiss and a hug. "How was your day?"

"It was a little strange. How was my favorite cheerleader's day?" He
said, holding her in his arms around her low back.

"I've got to ask you, Honey, what exactly happened Saturday while I was
waiting for you upstairs? I've had a call from everyone, except Barb,
telling me what a great time they had, but each of them asked in their own
way, 'what happened while they were too drunk or passed out.' It's kind of
spooky."

"All I remember is how cool our friends were that night, how daring they
can be, and that I had the best time with them that I can ever remember.
Why don't you call Barb? Maybe she was not as out of it as the rest of the
group."

"I'll do that. I'll do it right now." She said, giving Roger a peck on
the cheek.

"Hello, Susan? Hi, it's Marnie, is your mom around?"

"Gosh am I glad you called. My mom has been acting kind of weird lately.
I think she needs a good friend right now. I'm walking to her with the
phone now. It all started with the party. Here she is. Bye."

"Hello?" Barbara answered.

"Hey Barb, it's me. What's up?"

"Marnie? Oh Marnie, I need to talk to you. Can we go out for a drink or
something?"

"Sure Barb, what is it?"

"Marnie, I can't talk now on the phone. Would you go out with me for a
little bit?"

"Sure Barb, when would you like?"

"Is now okay?"

"Sure, I suppose so. I'll be right over." Marnie said, and then hung up.

"Honey, I'm going to have to go out with Barb to get the answers. She
sounded too freaked out to talk on the phone. See you later." She said,
leaned over the seated Roger, and planted a kiss before leaving.

When Marnie drove up to George and Barbara's house, Barbara was sitting on
her stoop holding a coat tightly around herself. When she saw Marnie's
car, she started jogging to it before she even had it parked.

"Hi Barb."

"Hi Marnie. Thanks. Please drive."

"Where do you want to go?"

"Anywhere people won't recognize us."

"Barb, what's wrong? You're not acting like yourself. Saturday you were
telling me about the wonderful changes in your life, and now you're acting
like you're a victim of something. Tell me what's going on with you."

"Marnie, what happened Saturday night? I've got to know."

"That's funny, I was going to ask you the same thing. I was upstairs.
When I came down, everyone was gone."

"You mean you don't know?" Barbara said fighting back tears. "I've got to
find out. I just have to know."

"You're starting to scare me Barb. Tell me what you do know."

"Marnie, I have been in complete control of my life, all my life. You know
I don't drink too much. Except when I am asleep, I am conscious of
everything, every decision, every action I make. The SEXY Productions
thing was fun and exciting, because I made a conscious decision to let it
happen and experience new things, but I could have stopped it whenever I
wanted to. I appreciated your getting me to the point that I could let go
a little and experience a different slice of life."

"None of what you're telling me explains anything about why you are so
upset right now."

"Marnie, I can't remember part of the evening. The last thing I remember
is wishing Roger 'Happy Birthday'. At the end of the evening, I realized
that we had all switched costumes."

"That sounds like it could have been fun."

"It seems like it was fun, but Marnie, by the time I realized we had
switched, I was in Mary's 'Jane' costume."

"Yeah, so?"

"Marnie, Mary is a 'B' cup, and I am a 'C' cup. Her suede costume was way
too small on top. My breasts were showing out the sides in all
directions."

"Barbara, you were pretty much showing it all in the harem costume as it
was. You were hot girl."

"You don't get it. The loin covering was just that, no panties, no
nothing. Except for a couple of triangular patches, and a chamois along my
crotch, I was totally naked in front of our friends."

"Barbara, you basically had a thong itty bitty bikini on under the
see-through material of your costume. I don't see how it matters to this
degree. I was shocked at how brave you were in the first place."

"Okay, even if I give you that, how did I come to be in Mary's 'Jane'
costume, and how did Bob end up in George's sheik's costume, and how did
George end up in Will's Hawaiian garb, you see what I mean?"

"You all played a game."

"What game? How did we change? Where did we change? What else might we
have done? God Marnie, I can't remember." Barbara said bursting into
tears.

"Barb, take it easy. You were my last hope to find out, but I think I just
figured who could tell us even better. I've just got to pull over and get
to a phone. Don't worry, we'll find out what you all did to have so much
fun."

"Thanks Marnie."

They pulled into a diner. Marnie called Dr. Power's office and learned
from the answering service that he went out of town and did not know when
he would be calling in. Then she called Roger's building to see if
security personnel would answer the phone. She asked for Larcher's phone
number, but was told that they couldn't give out that kind of information
over the phone. The person did agree to have Larcher call them at the pay
phone's number, if Larcher could be located.

They waited over coffee by the phone, and worried over anyone that got near
it, for fear they would tie it up when Larcher tried to call back. Marnie
tried to cheer Barbara up by emphasizing the positives of her recent
transformation into more daring, experiencing of life, and tried to keep
her mind off of the dark hole from Saturday causing her so much anxiety
now. Eventually, the pay phone rang. They knew it was for them and rushed
to answer it. Barbara tried anxiously to hear the other side of the
conversation, by putting her ear as close as she could to the backside of
the phone.

The gist of it was, that Larcher was willing to meet with them, but only if
they came to where he was, at an establishment called "Jiggles" five miles
away. He said he would meet them inside, because there never was a cover
charge for ladies. Besides, he pointed out, it was Ladies' Night, so
drinks were only fifty cents for them, and if they made it in by about
seven-thirty, they still would be able to fill up on happy hour food until
eight.

Jiggles wasn't a place Marnie nor Barbara would have picked to go into if
they were on their own. It was brightly lit outside and no windows, so
they couldn't get a flavor for the atmosphere inside. A guy in the foyer
nonchalantly waved them by as they entered. The first thing they saw was
Larcher waiting at the bar for a drink.

"Hi, Ladies. Nice to see you. Let me get this here and we can find a
table over there." He was pointing to a table to their right. He put his
drink down on the side facing the front and went around to the side facing
the back to hold out chairs for the two ladies. Barbara was too anxious to
ask him her questions to notice the clientele, but Marnie noticed that it
was a shade too redneck for her comfort.

"So what can old Walter do for you ladies?"

"Larcher I told you on the phone why we are here. We need you to tell us
what went on Saturday night while I was upstairs." Marnie said coolly.

"Could you please tell us about the costume changing. I'd really
appreciate it if you let me know." Barbara asked with her politest
demeanor.

"Sure, why not. At one point in the evening, you were given the
opportunity to trade for the costume you wished you had worn. There was
some negotiating, but it all worked out so everybody got a chance to try on
a different one, but then everyone kind of left at the same time without
changing back." He explained.

Barbara scrunched up her eyes and face, indicating she either didn't buy it
or it was too full of holes for her satisfaction. "Please tell me more
about it, like where did we change and things." Barbara asked again.

"Larcher, you know more than you are letting on." Marnie started to
challenge, when a scantily clad cocktail waitress interrupted her to take
their drink orders. "Oh, a white wine I guess."

"Me too." Barbara added.

"Now, come clean Larcher, what really happened?" Marnie insisted.

"Hey wait a second, you ladies came to me for answers, and you insult me by
not believing what I say . . ."

"She really didn't mean anything by it, please go on, we really want to
know." Barbara interceded.

"I don't know, you are asking something of me, but you don't offer to do
anything in return."

"What could we possibly tell you in return?" Barbara asked.

"I didn't say 'tell me', I said 'do' something in return."

"Larcher, don't go there." Marnie cautioned threateningly.

"Now Missy, you've got it all wrong. Why don't you enter the amateur night
contest for me? If either of you wins the cash, you split it with me and I
tell you all that I know."

At this, both ladies looked around the place carefully, realizing that it
was filling up and that there was a stage on the other side of the large
room behind them.

"On no, nice try Larcher. Com'on, we're outta here." Marnie said,
grabbing Barbara's arm and starting to stand.

"I have a video." Larcher said teasingly.

"Marnie, wait. What do you mean a video?" Barbara asked, drawing in a
deep breath while blinking to better focus on what he just said and sat
back down for the moment.

"I mean, you all put on a pretty good show, and I have it all on tape." He
said, pulling out a super eight tape from his pocket and moving it
temptingly in front of them.

Barbara and Marnie had the same idea and both grabbed for it, but were
foiled by Larcher's anticipation and reflexes.

"What is on that tape?" Barbara demanded.

"Let's just say, a lot more than it would take to win this here amateur
contest."

"Oh my god Marnie, what am I going to do?"

"Here's the deal. You enter and try your best, and I show you the tape.
You enter and you win, and I give you the tape. Now, isn't that more than
an even shake?"

"Marnie would you do it for us? You could see the tape and tell me what is
on it."

"No way sister. Even if I were to fall for this ludicrous 'deal', I
wouldn't do it alone, and let you off the hook. We either do it together
or not at all. Com'on, let's go."

"No wait. Can't we talk about it? I've just got to know what is on that
tape." Barbara said to Marnie, while looking on anxiously at the tape
Larcher was waving again.

"Actually Ladies, it's not like it is for the regular dancers who dance
down to nothing, it is a wet tee-shirt contest. All of the contestants are
amateurs, and the sponsors provide the tee shirts. From what I've seen,
both you ladies would fill out a tee shirt rather nicely. You'd definitely
have a shot. Remember I get half the cash and you get the video."

"Can we talk about this privately for awhile?" Marnie asked.

"Sure Ladies, I'll be at the bar."

"Why don't you dance Barb, and tell me what's on that tape. You're
probably on it, not me." Marnie challenged.

"Oh Marnie, you're braver than I am about something like this. Couldn't you
do it as a friend?" Barbara asked again.

Marnie was drowned out by music that started up as the lights went down in
the audience. Two dancers came out and started to dance. Then they went
to the back of the stage while two other dancers came out in front and
danced. Marnie and Barbara turned their chairs completely around and
watched in horror and amazement at the professional performances. The
first two traded places with the second two, and danced in front for a
little bit and exited the stage, while the other two danced in front for
the ending of the song. Then they left backstage just as the music ended.

"See what I mean, this isn't for us Barb. Let's go."

"No wait, let's check it out some more." Barbara said.

Then the music went on to another song and one dancer came out and danced
for several numbers, removing her costume, and saving the last song for a
totally nude performance, showing grace, stamina, athleticism and
seductiveness. Marnie and Barbara, watched her carefully work the crowd,
move her breasts, open her legs, play it coy with those laying money on the
edge of the stage. They admired her confidence, her self-assurance, and her
poise.

"How can we compete with that?" Marnie asked.

"We wouldn't be. There would be other amateurs like us, and we would have
tee shirts on." Barbara said, unwittingly talking it up for herself.

The second dancer did pretty much the same thing except her costume,
choreography, and body mechanics, which differed from the first. Her
breasts were a little larger, but still not as big as Marnie's or
Barbara's, which gave the two a small measure of satisfaction.

"You know, in drama classes back in college they used to tell us that if we
had stage freight, all we had to do was picture the audience in their
underwear and we'd be fine." Barbara offered.

"Yeah, that would put us all in underwear, wouldn't it." Marnie said,
causing them to giggle nervously.

The third dancer was less a dancer and more an undulating sex machine. Her
last number was almost exclusively done on the floor.

"Look, this place is packed to the gills. These women in the audience look
kind of young compared to us. Do you suppose they are the other
competitors?" Barbara asked a little worried.

"Who else would they have to do it? Wouldn't it be great though, if you
and I were the only competitors? We'd see the tape and one of us would
walk away with it." Marnie thought out loud. "What am I thinking. We
can't do this, what would our husbands think."

"What would our husbands think if the stuff on that tape is as bad as Mr.
Larcher says it is?"

The last dancer really got the crowd primed. She had a sense about her
that appealed to the women as well as the men in the establishment, and
brought the loudest applause by far. Her breasts appeared natural, like
dancers one and two. It was obvious that dancer number three had store
bought breasts.

Then an announcer got on a microphone on the stage and announced the
amateur contest for 9:00. He indicated that all entrants be signed in by
8:45. There was going to be a five hundred dollar cash prize for first
place, a trip for two to a Club Med in the south of France, airfare not
included, and a fifty dollar gift certificate to the lingerie store, Sweet
Nothings. Second and third place were each to get the gift certificates
and one hundred dollars cash. All entrants would get to keep their tee
shirts.

"We're going to do it aren't we Barb?" Marnie boldly said resigned to it.

"Do you think we should?" Barbara asked attempting to have it seem to be
by Marnie's impetus.

"Com'on Barb, you aren't going to let me out of here without seeing that
tape and you're not going to get me to do it without you doing it with me.
I need a stiff drink."

Barbara signaled for service, and they ordered double martinis. Larcher
followed the server over to the table.

"I smell cash coming my way. You gals are going to do great. You might be
a little more seasoned than the others I've seen, but you are definitely
the best looking. All you have to do is show them how hot you are, and
you'll walk away with it, guaranteed."

Marnie and Barbara had a sickened look on their faces as the reality of it
started to sink in deeper.

"Marnie, talk to me about living life more, trying new things, and all that
some again, would you please?"

"I need another drink. Oh Miss." Marnie got in an order for another
round, while the music played and journeyman female dancers kept the crowd
entertained on stage.

Larcher was off talking to one of the dancers from earlier, the one with
the most applause. Then he came back to the table. "Okay Ladies. I've
arranged for you to get a leg up on the competition. Come with me." He
said, and then waited for them to guzzle their drinks.

Larcher led them to the fourth dancer, who took them in turn to a room in
back for the professional dancers. She sat down in front of them at a
vanity and said, "Hi, I'm Gina. Let me see what we can do about you two.
Would you please take off your clothes?"

Barbara looked at Marnie in horror and pulled her jacket around herself
again tightly. Marnie looked back at Gina with a disgusted resigned look
and remained motionless, until Gina said, "Ladies, I'm here to help,
really. You're gonna need to have those clothes off for the tee shirts
anyway."

Marnie started to take off her blouse as she asked, "Why are you doing
this?"

"Well, Walter has been good to me, he even got me this great job when I was
really down and out, and I try to return him the favors when I can. You'll
be up against primarily, 18-25 year-old's, and he wanted to level the
playing field. So, what are your names?"

"I'm Marnie and this is my friend Barbara."

"Barbara, you'll need to get undressed too, if you want me to help."

At that, Barbara opened and slid her coat off. Then she unbuttoned her top
trying to catch up to Marnie.

"Now the bras, let's see what we have to work with." Gina said with a
glint of anticipation in her eyes. "Nice, real nice, both of you. We
definitely have something to work with here. How old are you?"

"We're in our thirties." Marnie offered for the two of them. Barbara
looked at her with the hint amusement since they were both turning forty
shortly.

"Now the bottoms." Gina said. "Would you both turn around a couple of
times? Good, very good. Well I have to say you both have very nice
appealing bodies. You have done very well for yourselves in keeping up your
appearances." She said, causing the two ladies, naked except for their
panties, to blush at the twenty-two year old's compliments.

Then in walked a mousy man unannounced with a couple of clipboards. Marnie
and Barbara stepped back instinctively and covered their breasts with their
arms.

"Gina," he said, "are these two competing?"

"Yes Don. They need to sign up and get their shirts. Can we do it in
here?"

"Sure Hun, why not." He said, handing a clipboard and a pen to Marnie, and
another clipboard and pen from behind his ear to Barbara.

The two took the clipboards with one hand, trying to keep their breasts
covered with their other, waiting for him to leave. "Hurry Ladies, we've
got work to do." Gina urged.

When they realized that the man was going to stand there waiting for them
to fill out the forms, they tried their best to turn and do so out of his
view. He surprised them by coming around to their front to point out
required and optional information. When they were done, they handed the
clipboards back with one hand again, but he didn't take them, saying that
they needed to read the other side and sign a disclaimer. Marnie resigned
herself to just read it and sign in front of him, warming up to the
evening's event. Barbara started to turn, but decided to stay put as well,
following Marnie's lead.

As he left, Gina asked, "Can you put Marnie and Barbara down last, we are
not as ready as the others?"

"Sure Doll, for you anything." He said, and left.

"Okay, we've got to do some things to make you stand out from the rest.
The others will be wearing cutoffs, bikini bottoms, or thongs, or things
they don't mind getting wet in. I think you two should wear something more
provocative like smoke colored pantyhose. Why don't you take off those
panties and I'll see what I can find."

"Gee, I hadn't thought about the bottoms. I don't think I can do this
without at least my panties." Barbara protested.

"Me too." Added Marnie.

"Well, it won't be as effective, but I'll respect your decision. Here, you
try these, and you these." Gina said.

The ladies tried on the pantyhose, and except for the floral print of
Barbara's panties showing through, they looked like matching teammates.
Then in walked Don with some shirts. The ladies covered just the front of
their breasts with their hands this time.

"Here, you can try these on first, but they might be a little too tight."
He said handing them a shirt each. It was getting so close to the contest,
Marnie led the two of them by putting on the tee shirt without any further
attempts at modesty. Barbara followed suit, but not without taking an
irregular breath or two in the process. "No, I think the next size up,
don't you Gina?"

"Yes, we don't want these nice sized tits crushed, they won't show their
natural fullness." She said.

The man gave them new shirts and left after they were satisfied with the
size. "I'll try to have someone knock when you're on, will that work for
you, Gina?"

"Thanks Don, you're a prince." She said, as he walked out the door. "I
think it will be best for you two to go on last. We don't want to tip our
hand, and the audience will get tired of a lot of the same thing. They
always want something better than what they have already seen. By the time
Don says, 'and last but not least,' they will want you to be the best they
have seen that evening. You saw how it worked for me earlier, didn't you?"
She said, getting looks of intense interest from her two students. "Now
look in the mirror. Don't you two look sexy?" Gina asked proudly.

They looked at themselves, then each other, and did seem pretty pleased.

"Well aside from some makeup, that I'll help you with, we should try one
more thing. The other contestants will be out there barefoot, or in
sneakers that they feel okay about getting wet. You two are going out in
high heels. It will set you apart from them and will show off your nicely
toned legs beautifully. Lets see if we can find the right sizes back in
here." She said rummaging in a closet that ran along most of one wall.
She came up with a yellow pair with open toe and ankle straps, which she
gave to Barbara to match her blond hair, and a light blue pair of similar
style, to Marnie to match her eyes. "No, I think we'll go with black."
She said, rummaging some more

"Now that should get the right kind of attention, don't you think?" Gina
said pleased. "Okay dance a little bit."

Barbara followed Marnie's lead and the two of them danced stiffly, by
professional standards, in front of their coach. Gina looked a little
concerned.

"I wish I had a little more time to work with you on this part, but we are
going to have to wing it. Just remember to stay loose, movements
representing having sex always bring cheers, and don't let anyone out-do
you. Match or exceed what ever gets approval from the crowd by someone
else. Do it with confidence, like you planned to do it all along, just
that someone beat you to it. Smile anytime you look someone in the eye,
especially the judges at first, make them think you are dancing just for
them. Each time you make the connection with anyone, it is like shaking
hands or kissing babies on the campaign trail. Do what you can in the
heels; dance the outfit. Don't try to compete athletically with someone
barefoot or in sneakers. Show these breasts." She said hefting one from
each person. "These are your aces in the hole. The younger contestants
that are this big, most likely have fake ones, which are probably new with
taut skin."

She stood each one in front of the mirror and ran her hands up and around
their breasts to see what it would look like when the tee shirts were wet.
"Others are busy modifying their shirts as we speak. I think we will leave
these shirts just as they are. The length hides the panties just enough to
tease. These legs are going to knock some guys out of their seats." She
said. Then proceeded to apply makeup for the balance of the time.

"Relax," she had to say to Barbara, whose hands were shaking and her
temples were visibly pulsing, "you know, when you are dancing out there,
and the guys are going crazy over your body, you are powerful, you are in
complete control, you call the shots. You're going to choose how much you
want to do in order to win, even though the audience will be trying to
encourage you further. Ultimately, it will be the adventure of your
choosing. People act like they look down on what I do for a living, but
I'm here to tell you, there is no more ultimate high, if you let it happen.
Don't worry Doll, you'll both be great."

Barbara took a couple of deep breaths and sat up with a new conviction.
"How did this youngster know exactly what to say to Barbara? Maybe she is
wiser than her years." Marnie wondered to herself.

They could tell that the music had stopped, and that announcements were
being made. Gina thought it best to keep them back with her, rather than
be swept up with all the nerves of the others out behind the stage. As she
applied the makeup and they waited, she ran through the procedures of the
event. "After all the contestants are wet, they will have everyone dance
together. This will be to see whom the judges, sitting along the first row
stage right, will decide make the first cut. The judges are influenced by
the crowd response; so any cheering you generate is a good thing. There
will be some who will try to hog the stage. The audience will most likely
get bored with them and they won't make the cut. You'll need to create a
balance, on instinct, how often and for how long you dance up to the front.
You want to be seen, and appreciated, but not to be boring. A little
mystery and elusiveness never hurts. After the first cut, you and eight
others will be left to dance some more. This is where you watch what is
working with this particular crowd by the others. Keep up with them
without being obvious. Then, when you are down to the last five, you will
be judged by the crowd, and you will have the opportunity for a solo
number. I trust Don will keep you two for the end. This will be your last
chance to get the crowd to vote for you. There is no sense in holding back
here. You either want to win, or you settle for less." She said as she
was finishing some touches with Marnie's makeup. Then came the soft knock
at the door and a voice, which said, "It's show time."

"Okay Marnie," Gina gave her a hug, "and Barbara," she gave her a hug too,
"go out there knowing you are going to win. If you know it, really know
it, nobody can take the prize away from you, and everything else will fall
into place. I'll be out there rooting for you." Then she opened the door
for the two hyperventilating ladies and had them follow the person waiting
for them outside the door.

Marnie, thinking about Gina's advice pulled herself up into a proud
posture, shook out her mane and walked with a long confident stride behind
their escort. Barbara watched Marnie's physical transformation and tried to
do the same. Her confidence started to crumble, when they were waiting on
deck though, looking out at the back of a long line of young women drenched
with clinging tops. The water was obviously cold by the huddled dance of
the lady on stage in front, standing in a plastic children's swimming pool,
taking a couple of pitcher's full of ice water over her upper body.

Then over the P.A. system, "And last, but not least, our special entries
from the suburbs. Please give them a big hand, meet Marnie and Barbara."

Marnie stood there ready to go on, stuck, like a deer in headlights. She
felt sweat breaking out across her forehead and neck. "That's you Ladies,
time to go on." Their escort said.

Marnie took a deep breath and walked out to the spot the M.C.'s open hand
was pointing to next to the pool. She couldn't look at anything for the
moment except the lights. Barbara lined up next to her and tried to stand
tall and proud, but had more of the look of a zombie. Marnie was led to
step into the pool by the announcer's outstretched hand. Then a couple of
guys from the audience stood by her and poured two pitchers each of ice
water over her shoulders, down her rear and the balance of the water on and
around her breasts. Somehow the brief preview of the girl before them
taking the water didn't prepare her for the physical shock of the icy
blanket of water. Her arms hung down in front as she padded in place bent
slightly forward. Then the announcer gave her his hand again to guide her
out of the pool.

As she stood up straight, the shirt clung to her body. She wanted to use
her hands to pull it away but the announcer was holding up her right one
while he announced, "Let's hear it for Marnie."

Barbara looked at her friend in shock. Then she looked carefully down the
line of contestants. At some level she knew her features would be showing
through the wet shirt, but now she just felt that they were all naked
standing up there. When the announcer approached her to guide her into the
tub, she unconsciously started to back away from him with a frightened look
on her face. Marnie recognized the flight response surfacing and rushed to
her other side to hold her other hand to help the announcer get her into
the pool without further incident. Barbara stood there shivering in the
cold water around her feet, with her face in her hands, and her arms hiding
her breasts. When two members of the audience dumped a pitcher each
quickly down her body from her shoulders, her arms went straight down and
slightly back reflexively, her eyes shot open wide, and her mouth went wide
open as she gasped in a breath. Then they scooped up some of the water
from the pool and wet her down again, causing her to dance in place to
bring her body heat back up. When she was put in line next to Marnie, she
stood huddling her arms around her chest to get warm and hide from the
prying eyes of the spectators.

"Marnie leaned over and said, "Look Barb, you got us this far, now the
only way to justify this embarrent and humiliation is for one of us to
win. Now snap to and get into it."

At that, Barbara stood up straight, put her arms down, and forced a smile.
The crowd cheered loudly to encourage her more. Then the music got louder.
Some girls went to the front right away with the strategy of getting the
crowd behind them from the start, and others like Marnie and Barbara,
slipped back behind them and danced as seductively as they could
considering their nerves, their embarrent, and their wet high heels.

As they watched their competition and the audience from behind, they
discovered that it was exactly as Gina had said, the modified tee-shirts,
the cutoffs, bikini and thong bottoms, the bare feet and sneakers, the
showoffs, the smaller and large fake breasts, everything. The way it
seemed to work itself out during the dancing was that the girls would, one
by one, go back to the pool, step in, and re-douse themselves with water,
get some individual attention in front of the judges, then fade to the back
as the next one stepped in to do the same. Marnie and Barbara joined this
process and were encouraged by the cheers, as it caused their tee shirts to
cling to their every curve and feature.

Some girls got annoyed at the attention the "older broads" were getting,
and over played their cards in front too much. They looked too desperate,
like Gina warned, and didn't make the cut. Marnie and Barbara sensed that,
in fact, they could do very well, if they played their cards right based on
the feedback the crowd seemed to give them. The more they danced, the more
independent Barbara became from Marnie as well.

Marnie and Barbara got a few icy stares from a couple of the girls who were
cut when they left the stage. It made Marnie feel like the others in some
way could target them. Marnie and Barbara looked at each other for
support, and even a moment of shared satisfaction that they made it past
some girls who were technically young enough to be their daughters.

The M.C. explained the process again and reviewed the list of prizes one
more time, while the ten semi-finalists stood in a line across the stage.
Marnie watched out of the corner of her eye as a couple of girls looked
down the line at her. They appeared to be perplexed with how to compete
with her and Barbara. Marnie felt like they were so insecure right now
that they wanted to pump themselves up by standing directly across from her
to stare her down, like two boxers listening to the ref. before a match.

"I don't know why they why they seem so threatened." Marnie was thinking.
"Barb and I are more covered up than they are. Her tee shirt is so torn
up, for god's sake, you can almost see all around her breasts. That one's
thong is more like a professional's g-string than a suit. Gina's probably
right about the elusiveness bit." Marnie thought, as she turned toward
Barbara, smiled, and squeezed her hand.

"Boy that Marnie is something." Barbara thought. " She has to be as
nervous and embarrassed as I am, yet she just gets out there and does it.
Maybe this will help me be more like her. Oh god! All these people
staring at me like this. This is so humiliating; well I'm glad they seem
to like what they see. Gina finds this exciting? How can I make this
exciting? . . ." Barbara mused.

As the music started up again Larcher worked his way up to the edge of the
stage and was holding up a twenty dollar bill in each hand between his
fingers as a guise to get the two ladies to meet him at the edge. As they
crouched down, he said, "You've got to move your hips more. Start showing
more. Don't let these girls out dance you. You've got one more cut to
make." Then by some sleight of hand, two one-dollar bills were left by him
on the edge of the stage.

Marnie and Barbara danced hand in hand behind the others, with each one
trying out sexy hip movements, getting each other into it. If they had
noticed the crowd at that point, they would have seen many craning their
necks, curious to watch the mysterious pair dancing to a different drummer
and having a party of their own in the back.

They danced with smiles, they danced for each other, they closed their eyes
and got into the rhythm, and then they turned front and danced around a
competitor on either side of her, as she was pulling up her shirt to expose
her breasts. They gyrated their hips practically in unison, legs a little
more than shoulder width apart, holding their tee-shirts up to show the
panties under their pantyhose. The crowd cheered, whooped and hollered.
Then they turned around in unison and gyrated their rears stuck out at the
audience. The cheers went up again to a fevered level. Then they danced
around the stunned girl again, leaving her almost too psyched out to
continue to dance, as she stood there with her top off and fake breasts on
display.

Another girl was getting the crowd's attention by threatening to rip her
tattered tee shirt apart in the middle. Marnie and Barbara gave her a
moment for a crowd reaction to it then danced up around her and moved in
place confidently with a lot of hip grind. Then Marnie went behind
Barbara, grabbed the front hem of her shirt and lifted it up, and toyed
with its height right below her nipples so the bottom swells of her breasts
were seductively on display. Barbara went with the flow and danced in
place with her arms extended up, as Marnie flashed her lower breasts for
her from behind. The room went wild again at this and they danced behind
the others again at the loudest point to shouts of "More!" "More!"

Moments later they targeted a different contestant and repeated the same
thing with Barbara flashing Marnie's lower breasts to a similar response
from the audience. They were going nuts for the unconventionality of the
two older ladies and the new spirit they were displaying.

The fun they were beginning to have was infectious. The next time they
sauntered up to the stage, the crowd started clapping to the beat of the
music. Marnie led Barbara over to the pool and stepped in with her. Next
she turned her in profile to the majority of the audience, and poured a
pitcher of water on just her breast nearest them. She took one hand under
and the other over her breast and helped the wet material form around her
beautifully shaped full breast. This brought standing, whistles, and
cheers for her to take it off. Then Barbara did the same to Marnie,
stretching out the crowd's enthusiasm. Then they danced back leaving the
audience and judges aching for more.

The music faded. The contestants lined up. The five finalists' names were
read. When both Marnie and Barbara's names were read off last, they jumped
on tip toes arm in arm, with the excitement of making it to the last round
of five. The other three seemed happy to have made the cut but didn't have
the individual bravado any longer to celebrate, as they still were unnerved
by the suburban duo.

During the last review of judging procedures and a run down of the
sponsor's prizes, Larcher waved them over and said, "This is it. You did
great together. Now you'll be on your own." Then directed to Marnie he
said, "Do it like you are dancing a sexy dance for Roger, like you are
trying to make him cum."

Hearing Larcher say that caused Barbara to go blank, and Marnie had to
physically shake her to get her back to the present contest. "Where did
you go just then?" She asked.

"I don't know, how are we doing?"

"It's up to us to win. Give it your best shot, and I'll give it mine."
Marnie said supportively.

They hugged and backed up to the back wall with the other three awaiting
their call to go out and do their thing.

The first finalist's top had been off since the second round, and she wore
a thong, so she didn't have much to play with except dancing and shaking.
She ended her routine pulling down her thong and mooning the audience, and
then went to the back wall to await her fate.

The second finalist had great legs. Her smaller breasts had been on
display the entire contest on their bottoms from under her shortened shirt.
Marnie and Barbara realized that this crowd wasn't going to let anyone win,
who didn't show their tits. The second finalist waited till near the end
of her number to take off her top and followed it up right away by taking
off her ultra short cutoffs, again to capitalize on the assets of her legs.
She finished her dance in a skimpy bikini bottom, to respectable applause.

The third finalist had a gorgeous body and face, but her fake breasts were
proportionally too large. She performed a little too desperately for the
audience's approval by constantly rubbing her exposed nipples, breasts, and
thong covered pussy. There was enthusiasm for this in the beginning, but
it waned by the end of her dance.

Then Marnie stepped up. She looked shy and demure without her cohort
beside her. When the music started, she recalled what Larcher had said
about teasing Roger. She turned to face the other contestants. She put
her crossed hands on the hem of the shirt, paused, and looked at Barbara
pleadingly for support. She watched as Barbara joined the clapping, smiled
and rooted for her with her eyes. Marnie peeled off the top in one
sweeping motion, brought it down, turned, and held it across her nipples
with her hands, teasing the whooping crowd while she danced. Then she
lowered it, grabbed the hanging part between her legs from behind and sawed
it forward and back across her pussy. Her eyes closed and she moaned in
genuine bliss, then snapped to, turned around with her back to the audience
and unbuckled her shoes while sticking her panty clad ass at their
approving faces. She turned back, bent slowly at the waist while she very
slowly peeled down the panty hose, breasts hanging down in front of her,
her face making eye contact with several people, and smiled. She sat down
and continued with the slow removal of the hose until it was completely
off. While on the ground, she took the hose and as sensuously as she could
muster, she let it glide over all parts of her body, especially her
breasts. As the music was coming to an end, she was on her hands and knees
in profile, simulating woman-on-top sex with an invisible man under her.
The crowd was standing and cheering. There was no question who the
front-runner was.

As she took up her place in line at the back wall, she said to Barbara,
"So do you think that made Roger cum? Your turn to do it. Go get'em
girl." At the mention of Roger's name Barbara balked again for a second,
but Marnie's hand on her arm squeezing brought her back quickly, and she
walked seductively to her spot on stage awaiting the music with a kittenish
smile.

Barbara turned to face Marnie as she began too. She wanted the same
connection she gave to her for her performance. Marnie clapped with her
hands over her head, smiled and whooped with the crowd for her to do it
big. To everyone's surprise, she bent forward and did a slow controlled
handstand and moved in place a bit until the shirt was clear of her
breasts. Then she did a back walk over, taking off her shirt as she
finished erecting herself. She winked at Marnie and turned to the crowd
and walked to the right with her arms outstretched, body facing front, then
to the left with her hands clasped behind her in an upper body stretch.
Her tits had just the right amount of jiggle, walking in high heels, to
have the audience cheering madly. She danced front center stage with her
legs apart, then slowly lowered herself into a back bridge. She moved her
open crotch up and down as she raised and lowered the bridge, then walked
it around so she was in profile and stood herself back up. She crouched
momentarily to unbuckle the shoes and remove them, then stood up and slid
her legs apart into a slow, controlled split. She stretched her body
forward, then bent it all the way back with her tits resting on top of her
body as the music wound down.

The crowd was delirious; they had never seen anything like it. Barbara and
Marnie were happy; they no longer felt self-conscious about their breasts
being on display for at least a hundred onlookers. Barbara immediately
peeled off the pantyhose at the back wall, so she would match Marnie. The
M.C. asked all the ladies to come forward. With the music still playing,
they all sort of danced in place, although it was no longer part of the
competition. The M.C. went down the line, called off the name and held his
hand over the head of each contestant to illicit applause. The judges were
to determine the rankings by the crowd noise. There was no mistaking that
either Marnie or Barbara had taken it by the noise level.

The M.C. announced contestant number two for third place. Then the crowd
started stomping its feet for a drum roll. The M.C. announced that the
judges couldn't distinguish any difference between the final response for
Marnie or for Barbara. It was no wonder; the screaming was at full
capacity for each. Then a chant started up from the back, sounding
strangely like Larcher, "Skin to win." Skin to win." . . .

Marnie and Barbara both looked at each other thinking "Oh my god, no,"
then, "what are we going to do?"

Finalist number three figured, "What the heck. If the old ladies don't do
it, maybe I'll still get first or second place," and took off her thong and
rubbed the curls up with her fingers briefly. The chanting stopped while
cheering her for this move. But Larcher's voice could be heard, clearer
this time, getting the chant going again. "Skin to win." Skin to win."
Number two went for her bottom then, thinking, "I've already placed,
they'll move me up." The crowd broke into cheering again louder, building
momentum.

When the ladies looked down to see finalist number one struggling with the
idea of doing it too, Marnie said, "Here Barb, I'm going to let you win,"
reached for her waistband, and started to pull her panties down. Barbara
held Marnie's hands at her side and said, "Oh no, I'm letting you win,"
and reached for the waistband of Marnie's panties. They both started
laughing. Then they made a brief comical routine out of starting and then
stopping over and over, trying to get the other one to do it, but backing
out themselves. Finally they stood there totally naked to the cheers and
standing applause of everyone in the room. Marnie looked over at Barbara
who was covering her mound with her hand and batted it away.

The M.C. called for another vote by applause. The two seemed deadlocked
again, so he finally said, "As a tie breaker, don't you think that nipple
rings and a shaved pussy, does it?" The crowd cheered wanting a solution
to the dilemma. Barbara hugged Marnie, shed tears of happiness for her and
softly said, "We did it didn't we?"

"We sure did Barb. Let's get dressed as soon as we can, go get the tape
from Larcher, and get the hell out of here." Marnie said.

Each of the winners had to step forward for a bow to receive their prizes
and then made hasty exits to the back stage area. Gina met the ladies back
in the room where their clothes were and gave them a hug of
congratulations. "You guys did great. I can't remember having more fun
watching one of these."

They thanked her and went in search of Larcher. He was nowhere to be seen.
When they were sure he was no longer in the building, they left feeling
mighty taken. When they walked outside, there he was waiting for them.
"What took you ladies so long? Did you go back and dance another number
that I missed or something?"

"Funny. Now how about the tape." Marnie said.

"Sure Missy, just like I promised." He said as he handed her the tape from
his right pocket. Then he reached in his left. "Since it really was a
tie, here's one for you too." He said handing another one to Barbara.
"Now the cash?"

"Here you go you pig." Marnie said handing over her $250.00 and relaying
the $50.00 from Barbara.

"Hey, now is that anyway for you to talk to me after I won you that trip?"
He said.

"I'll thank you to go out of my and my family's life forever." Marnie
said, then took Barbara by the arm and walked away.

"You don't like him very much, do you?" Barbara observed.

"You don't want him messing with your life, believe me."

"Well, he kind of did us a good turn tonight, I feel like I have conquered
a tall mountain, and it never would have happened if it weren't for you and
him."

"Let's see if you still feel that way after you look at the tape." Marnie
cautioned.

"Yes the tape. Yeah, 'the' tape. I wonder how many copies he has."

"Believe me, you don't even want to know. So do you have a machine that
plays this size tape? We don't." Marnie asked.

"I think Betty does. It says, "Super 8mm". It is a little late to call
her now, we'll see if we can bring lunch over and watch it on her machine
tomorrow."

When Marnie got Barbara to her door, Barbara asked, "I really had a good
time, as I look back on it, how about you?"

"Let's just say, I'm learning to live with things like this a little
better. See you tomorrow."

"Thanks Marnie, bye."

When Marnie got into the house and ready for bed, Roger was asleep. "Hey
my stud muffin, I need you. You can go back to sleep soon. You'll have a
smile on your face." She said nudging Roger awake.

"Where have you been? What took you so long?" He asked dreamily.

She climbed on top of his stomach and rubbed his chest, as she asked, "Did
you feel horny for me tonight, in particular, around ten thirty?"

"Well, I think I did. Why?"

"Oh, just asking." She said as she proceeded to do him in the woman-on-top
position.


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