Disclaimer:         This is adult erotic fiction. This particular story involves a mother wanting her three daughters to experience the fullness of life during their adolescence, to avoid the regrets she has carried through life in denying herself when she was that age, and the sexual awakening of a man who stumbled unwittingly into their lives. If you are under 18 years of age or are not turned on by the genre, then be so kind as to find something suitable elsewhere. 

 

Book I

 

          Mitchell Wilkes was remodeling a basement sitting room. Normally he remodels kitchens and baths, but his calendar was looking pretty empty so he was taking what he could get. This particular house was in a nice old part of town and backed up to a large city park. The basement had a convenient back entrance down a stairwell, so he wouldn't be tracking dust through the house. The stairwell opened onto a shady patio overlooking the park and he would take his breaks there watching the park-goers strolling by and maybe puffing a cigar. Mitch was in his forties and in pretty good shape except for a bum leg from a motorcycle accident when he was in college. But it only slows him down a little.

          On that particular spring afternoon it was exceptionally warm. He was sunning on the patio, taking a breather from sanding drywall. The peace was suddenly broken by some children's voices not far away: shrill screams and shouts, but he couldn't tell where they were coming from. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a large red rubber ball roll out to the fence in the yard two houses down, a naked young girl ran out to get it and ran back to the patio where they were apparently playing. She seemed a bit too old to be oblivious of her nakedness. She looked to be 8 or 9 years old, far from being a toddler. Mitch couldn't see their patio from where he stood because of a small room addition that jutted out.  He casually walked to the back fence pretending to be gazing out at the park and stole some glances in their direction.

          There was a nice looking woman at a patio table potting plants. Right next to the table was a large cast iron and claw footed bathtub with three girls in it, three heads and the rubber ball were all he could see. The girls were holding the ball under water, then letting it go to see it splash and fly up. Soon it had gotten away from them again and rolled slowly to the center of their yard.  He could hear the girls talking:

          "It's your turn this time, Maggie."

          "Nuh-uh, not me! Look, there's a man over there."

          "You gotta, it's your turn. You promised. Besides, he's not even looking over here." She said.

          The argument began to escalate and the girls' voices became shriller, until the woman intervened to preserve her sanity, "Maggie, if you promised to take turns then you should keep your promise." She said, the two other girls quieted down waiting for Maggie to mind. "Besides, what are you afraid of? He can't do anything to you. I'm right here."        

Only partially hidden by a tree, Mitch had to turn his eyes in their sockets until it hurt in order to look like he wasn't staring into their yard. Maggie rose from the tub, knowing the glaring looks from her sisters would soon turn into shouting again if she didn't. She stepped onto the patio. To Mitch's surprise this girl was much older than the first he had seen. Maggie must be at least 12 years old. She clearly had small breasts.     Maggie walked slowly toward the ball, watching the strange man closely, trying to hide behind her long thin arms. As she came closer, her eyes penetrated the shade Mitch was standing in and she could see that he was looking at her. Quickly she scooped up the ball and ran back to the tub, slipping on the wet patio and nearly falling. Her mother issued some stern words of caution to her.

          "But mom, he was looking at me." She said.

          "That doesn't mean it’s okay to break your neck. When did you become so shy? You used to be the proudest one of us all."  But the girls had gone back to their game and to ignoring their mother.

          Back in his chair in the sun, Mitch fantasized about what it might be like to be dating that woman. Ever since the mother of his own two boys waged an emotional war on him, and won, he had been unhappy in love and longed for the closeness of a family. But all of the women who had been available either had huge issues or were just plain huge. He also knew that part of the fallout of the emotional war, and the reason he had become so reclusive, was that his tastes in women had changed dramatically. Not that he didn't appreciate a beautiful woman, but he now had a very persistent attraction to young teenage girls. Or maybe it would be better to say he liked very petite, very young 'looking', very small breasted women. Yes, for Mitch that was much more acceptable - because he never thought of himself as a pervert or pedophile or sexual deviant, or whatever. And he knew he wasn't a pedophile for sure. He had looked the word up in the dictionary. It clearly stated that pedophilia is the extreme attraction to pre-pubescent children. Pedophiles want no signs of puberty whatsoever. And reading in his psychology book from college, in the ‘abnormal’ section, he also read that it is normal to be attracted to breasts even if they belong to a young girl – but not having any breasts is a different matter altogether. You can tell it really bothered him that he went to such lengths to define his perversion, or lack thereof.  Mitch liked puberty, the more puberty the better. So he sat back in the chaise lounge on the patio and had a very short fantasy about her:  In his mind he simply waved to the mother and invited himself over to play with the girls and their rubber ball in the bathtub, splashing and having a big time. Then he went back to work and tried unsuccessfully to get the girls out of his mind.

          Though it wasn't really the girls that he was dwelling on, it was the circumstances of the back yard scene. Under what circumstances do three girls of varied ages decide to get naked on a semi-private patio in broad daylight with their mother in attendance? Then dare each other to run after a ball with the mother totally unconcerned about prying eyes? The answer that came to him was that the mother must be liberal minded when it comes to sexuality, perhaps a nudist or naturist or something. Surely at the very least she must have moderate exhibitionist tendencies herself. And an antique bathtub on your patio seems to support that observation - as opposed to a blow-up kiddy pool. That thought quickly had him wondering what the mother used it for, if ever. Mitch managed to plod on with his work and after a few days the nagging thoughts began to leave him alone.

Chapter Two

          The following week Mitch was two blocks from arriving at his job site. He was preoccupied with all of the little details that needed tending to in order for him to be able to pack up his tools, get paid, and head straight to the bank. He had underestimated the time it would take to complete the project and was in a cash crisis. The rain was pouring down as he waited at a traffic light on a busy highway to make a left turn. Mitch watched out his side window at a very old woman facing him waiting to make a right turn onto the highway, where the speed limit was 55 mph. In typical fashion, when old people cannot turn their heads or their eyes in their sockets very far, they make a cursory glance and then creep out into traffic, usually urged on by honks from behind, praying and crossing fingers that whatever person happened to be coming through the intersection that they will see them in time and give way. Mitch then of course checked to see what person that might be and whether or not they were paying attention. To his dismay and horror, there was a line of large semi-tractor trailers bearing down on the intersection, taking full advantage of the downhill grade in preparation for the next uphill climb, and not wanting to miss the green light and have to try stopping on the slick asphalt. She emerged, oblivious to the danger. One truck skidded through the intersection smashing into her rear quarter even before she had finished the turn. Another truck began jack-knifing and caught a white minivan with his trailer while it was waiting to make a right turn. The minivan was flung off the road and down an embankment, slamming its undercarriage onto a concrete sewer structure before flipping over. Flames leapt out from the chassis.

          Mitch jumped out and ran toward the scene as fast as he could, dodging the remnants of skidding vehicles. He hit the slope at a full run and skied down the muddy embankment, fell and slid the rest of the way on his back, sliding to a stop in front of the tilted windshield of the minivan.

          Mitch could hear panicked screams and see palms slapping at the windshield. He slipped and squished his way to the rear of the vehicle and tried lifting the rear hatch.

          "Unlock the doors!" Mitch screamed, but the screams inside the van drowned him out. A young girl appeared at the rear window and Mitch screamed as loud as he could for her to unlock the doors. She disappeared, flames and smoke were growing quickly. A few moments and he heard the clunk of the locks. He yanked on the hatch handle and it flew open.  Two girls emerged and Mitch climbed in. The driver was panicked and fumbling at her seatbelt. Another young girl was trying to help her, crying loudly and screaming at the fire coming across the windshield. Mitch grabbed the young girl, pulled her out, and went right back to the woman, releasing her belt easily with one push of the button. He pulled her out as well.

          Gasping for breath, Mitch was trying to get the woman to move up the slope away from the burning van when she screamed and pointed.

          The young girl Mitch had pulled out had fallen in the mud near the chassis side of the van and fire was crawling up her legs. The girl was screaming in horror. Mitch launched himself at the girl, covering the dozen or so feet between them in a flash.  Scooping her up her dove for the drainage ditch that fed the storm sewer. The rushing water was knee deep and he quickly sat her in it. The flames disappeared.

          There are only a very few times in the average person's life where an opportunity to distinguish oneself arises. The average person lets those opportunities slip by. Mitch had been average until that moment. But now he sat on the curb of the highway, waiting for the emergency vehicles to arrive, very satisfied with himself. And to his extreme satisfaction, he was able to describe to the first officer on the scene what had happened and pointed out the old lady's car that had caused the whole thing. But the satisfaction was tempered with the fact that the old lady was badly injured.  The paramedics examined the terrified young girl closely but could not find any trace of a burn on her legs. Her pants had been soaked from falling down in the mud and probably shielded her legs. The leaking gasoline had mixed with the water and got on the girl somehow. The police took another, more formal statement from Mitch, and the mother and her three daughters were whisked away to the hospital in an ambulance, the mother having suffered a knock on the forehead. Eventually Mitch went to work.

          That evening, just as Mitch was about to carry the last of his tools to his truck, the local radio news reported on the accident. The Woman and her girls were all released from the hospital with minor cuts and bruises. The old woman was in critical condition with crushed vertebrae in her neck. And there was an unidentified hero at the scene that rescued the mother and her three daughters from the burning vehicle, complete with details about the girl on fire and his amazing actions to save her. Police refused to release the man's name at his request.

          A few days later Mitch was back at the same house touching up a few items that the homeowners wanted fixing. The weather had gotten chilly again and Mitch sat on the patio staring out at the park and checking off the list in his head of what he had left to do. As he flicked his cigar butt into the yard and got up to go inside, he caught sight of the woman with the naked girls. They were all clothed. The woman had a bandage on her forehead. At the exact moment Mitch began to wonder if it were possible, the woman looked up and immediately recognized him.

          "That's him!" She said excitedly, gesturing to her girls to come look, "That's him! Hello!" She said, waving excitedly. "We never got a chance to thank you!" She yelled across the mutual neighbor's yard. The girls lined up along the fence to see if it were true. The youngest one, the one that was on fire, got a good look at Mitch, ran toward her house, and disappeared.

          Mitch felt awkward. "You're welcome, any time." he said, waving. "I'm glad you are all okay. That's thanks enough for me."

          About that time the youngest one ran up to Mitch from the back gate and flung her arms around him. She squeezed him tight for a long moment before looking up and saying, "Everybody says if you wasn't there I might have died or been burned all up. We might all have died." She released him and stepped back, displaying her legs for him. "See? I'm not burnt at all. Momma says you might be a guardian angel." she said, wrapping her arms around him again.

          "What's your name sweetheart?" asked Mitch.

          "Paula. What's yours?" She replied.

          "Mitch."   

          Paula shouted over her shoulder at her mom and sisters, "His name is Mitch."

          Paula pulled on Mitch and eventually had him standing at her front door. She shoved it open and called for her mother. The woman was soon smiling down at him.

          "Mitchell Wilkes." He said, extending his hand.

          "Grace Tompkins, and this is Maggie, Melissa , and Paula." she said, pointing at each in turn, from tallest to smallest. "Please come in." She said, stepping back and bumping into one of her daughters.  "Girls, step aside and let Mr. Wilkes in."

          As Mitch entered their home, he noticed the artwork on the walls in the entry hall and front room.  She had several large art prints and large poster size photographs of amazingly beautiful nudes, both male and female. As they walked down the hall he glanced at a collection of photos in a large frame. It was a collage of her family vacation at a nude beach.

          "Can I get you something to drink?" asked Grace.

          "No, thank you. I'm fine. I really need to get back to work." Said Mitch, displaying his usual social ineptitude.

In actuality, Mitch wasn't socially inept - He was honest. After his emotional breakdown, his therapist had impressed upon him the importance of being genuine with people. To stop trying to hide behind a fictional character. “Just be yourself” he had said. Mitch found he liked it that way. Much less mental work involved.

          "Do you mind my asking what kind of work you do?" Asked Grace.

Mitch stood beside the kitchen table. The girls were all strategically placed to see and hear what he had to say. The two older girls were acting peculiar, blushing and staring at Mitch in awe, adding to his discomfort.

          "We were on the news!" Paula blurted out.

          "Yes, I know." then turning back to her mother, "I do kitchen and bath remodeling."       "You're kidding. I have been wanting to do something with my bathroom for ages, can you look at it for me?"

          Mitch stayed quiet for longer than what would be usual. "You don't have to try and pay me back."

          "I know." and now Grace paused for too long. "It was an amazing thing you did. It was a miracle." She said seriously.

          "Like I said, seeing you all alive and well is thanks enough. Try to understand what it means to a man to have a chance to act, to be able to prove to himself that he is capable of doing what's necessary in a crisis, that he can think clearly, and not hesitate.  It means a lot to me to have been given the opportunity. To me, that's the miracle. Thanks to you I don't feel ordinary any more."

          "Oh, you're not ordinary. That's for sure." Said Grace.

          "Now, don't go making my head any bigger than it already is." Mitch said, feeling the girls' eyes on him. They were deep in thought over what had just been said, trying to adjust their perspective of the events - because what Mitch had said made sense to them.

          Grace was trying to adjust her own mind to this man. He was so utterly unique among the men she had known, at least what she could tell so far. He had his own way of seeing things, and they weren't usual, but they were good to her. She wanted him to know how much what he had done meant to her. Not just restoring their physical safety, but her faith in men as well. It had been five years and she had barely looked at a man. Now she was wondering if she should even try living another day without one. 

"Mitch, when I turned and saw my precious girl on fire, it stabbed at my soul like a hot ice pick in my heart. I felt helpless, and I knew that if I lost my little girl, that my life would be tainted with sorrow forever. I had already given up. I was bracing for that life full of despair: Full of the images of my own daughter engulfed in flames." Grace paused, fighting back tears. "And then in an instant, in the blink of an eye, you had her in your arms, safe and secure. The way I see it, the way it all went from horror to perfectly fine in the snap of a finger, it was a miracle. It has to be a miracle."

          Mitch smiled at the lovely faces, and at the moment of understanding and reflection that had them all charged emotionally. His eyes settled on Melissa, the middle girl about to turn 11. "Don't forget about the other hero." Mitch paused for affect, "What's your name again, sweetheart?" Mitch asked, pinching the girl's chin.

          "Melissa." She said, wondering why she was a hero.

          "Well, Melissa, you sure had a cool head under pressure.” He said, then turning to the others, “When she came to the back window she wasn't crying, and she unlocked the doors so I could get you all out. Mighty handy girl to have around in a crisis."

          The other three all looked at Melissa in wonder. "You never said you unlocked the doors."  Grace said.

          Melissa nodded, "Mitch asked me to so I did."  She shrugged like 'no big deal' which raised the girl up in Mitch's eyes significantly.    Eventually Grace led Mitch to her bathroom and talked at length about moving walls, enlarging her master bathroom and creating a walk-in closet. When he was nearly finished, he searched for something he had noticed about her and her family that she might like to talk about: an old salesman's trick. It was out of habit when he was in business mode. Of course all he could think of was the obvious, so he stumbled right into it. "I couldn't help but notice all of the pictures, are you all naturists?"

          She smiled and replied, "yes, but not practicing any more. Since my divorce we've stopped going to the camps. We can't afford it, and now that I work, I don't get much vacation time." She walked Mitch to the collage in the hall. "This was in France about five years ago - our last camp."   Mitch looked closer at the photos. One in particular caught his eye, a close-up of Grace holding a baby, her breasts proudly displayed for the camera.

          "You know, I remember as a kid how much I loved running around naked. But every time I imagine myself in with nudists I get terrified." he said honestly.

          "Why? What's to be afraid of?" She asked.

          "Well, you're the first naturist I've ever actually talked to.  I suspect a lot of people feel like I do at first, probably just out of ignorance." he said.

          She gave him a knowing smile. "I think I know. But ask anyway."

          Mitch stumbled around in his head looking for the right way to say it until embarrassment finally made him blurt it out. "I think I would not be able to control my erection in the presence of a bunch of naked females."

          Grace nodded, confirming her suspicion. "Every guy worries about that at first. Once you've been around the community for a while, you realize that what you’re afraid of is the fact that you can't hide your affection toward someone. Naturism is as much about exposing your feelings as it is your skin. An erection is natural. In fact, naturist women get frustrated that the men become immune to the affects of nudity. They see someone like you as a good thing, like new blood to infuse some new energy into the group. A lot of times, a man who becomes aroused will be dragged away by his woman leaving the others wishing they were as lucky as her, and it becomes contagious like a yawn and pretty soon everyone is making love. So it's a good thing all around." She said.

          Mitch nodded, enjoying the open talk of sex with this pretty lady. "I never thought of it like that. But an even greater fear I have is being around the children. It's bad enough to think about being exposed to them, but my God, what if I became aroused?" he asked.

          "It's really no big deal. Your perspective is tainted with the puritan culture that is everywhere nowadays. Most guys just let it all hang out. Some men hide it from the older girls - apparently you can feel it coming on in time to tuck it between your legs until it passes."

          "Why just the older girls?"

          "It doesn't seem to phase the younger girls, but the older ones are pumped full of hormones and can't seem to ignore it. They blush and stare a lot, then become embarrassed, which makes it even worse because the blush causes more arousal in the man. It kind of feeds on itself."

          "Ah, I see. I guess that makes sense. It's all very new to me." Mitch stammered around trying to phrase his next question as carefully as he could. "But what about... " he chickened out, and fear washed over him at the thought of mentioning it.

          "What is it? Please don't be afraid. I've heard and seen it all."  She reassured him.

          "Well, It's really just a curiosity about how you perceive something that seems to me to be all screwed up by the 'puritan' attitudes in society, as you put it.  They seem to think that a man should be able to shut off his sexual arousal just because a particular pair of breasts belong to a girl who is not of legal age. I know how men are, I am one and I know I'm not unique in this. We all get horny seeing youthful, but otherwise sexually mature, females, regardless of their age. So my question is, what would happen if a beautiful young girl with a gorgeous body were to cause me to have an erection, would I be judged a pervert?" he asked passionately.

          To his dismay, he noticed a distressed look on Grace's face. She was struggling with what he had just said. "Oh, I'm sorry. I've upset you. I guess I'm wrong. Maybe I should get going..."

          "No, wait! It's not what you think." She said, pausing to get control of herself and blocking his way out.  "You don't understand.” Again she paused, swallowing a couple of times and taking a deep breath before continuing. “I fought with the girls father for years about that very same issue. He was so pig headed about it that it eventually drove us apart. I mean, if he could have spoken the words you just did, we would probably still be together."

          Mitch was shocked by this, not knowing what she was talking about. She saw his confusion and continued explaining. "I know, it's confusing.  Their dad always claimed that he was never attracted to anyone except me. I know, it seems like I shouldn't be mad about that, and I wouldn't be if it were true, but it was a lie. I could see him looking at the girls. He always wore sunglasses, but sitting right next to him I could see. Eventually I caught him with a young woman, and he continued to lie to me. She paused, gauging his reaction, then added, "I've probably told you way more than you ever wanted to hear."

          "No, I really don't mind. It makes me feel like I'm not crazy. People are hypocrites when it comes to this stuff, there's no doubt. I just wish I could figure out why."

          "huh, good luck." She said sarcastically, trying to reel in her emotions about her ex. "The way I am, I know I could have forgiven him for sleeping with a pretty young girl if I thought I still had his heart, but he couldn't be honest and my heart strayed. So I left him." Tears welled up a little as she went quiet, contemplating her life. 

          Mitch pulled her into his arms and held her. "You're a good woman, Grace. I have no doubt."

          "I'm sorry, it's just... when you just blurted out your fears so honestly to me, when we hardly know each other, and that he couldn't at all, well...” She trailed off.  “You're an honest man Mitch."

          "Since you feel that way, when can I get started on your bathroom?" he asked, smiling down at her.

          She slapped his arm for breaking the mood, but then realized it was time to. The conversation drifted back towards the business at hand and he promised to send her an estimate via email in a week or so.

          Mitch began to dwell a lot in his thoughts about Grace and the quick leap they had made into emotional intimacy. When he finally sent her the bid, he added to the note saying he had thoroughly enjoyed talking with her and hoped they would have the opportunity to spend some time together in the future.  She responded, accepting the bid, and said she had been thinking about Mitch a lot also.

          Several weeks later, nearing the start of summer, he was well into the project and was beginning to see some light at the end of the tunnel. On a particular Friday evening he had worked late determined to finish laying all of the tiles so that he could grout first thing in the morning. He was sweaty and tired when Grace came in to see the progress. Seeing his weakened state, she rubbed his shoulders and neck, unsolicited. It seemed to Mitch that it was more than a friendly gesture. When he finally shrugged her off, he got up, turned to face her, and kissed her deeply. They stayed locked together for a long, long time. Melissa, her middle girl of 10 years called from the kitchen but her mother ignored her. Eventually she came skipping in to the room and froze, stunned. Turning a perfect pirouette on one toe, she dashed from the room shouting to her sisters "Mom and Mitch are kissing! Mom and Mitch are kissing!"

          Soon the whole crew, including a few neighborhood kids were watching them kiss, Mitch turning red and Grace smiling at him. The kids quickly got bored and went back out to play.

          Grace invited Mitch to stay for dinner and a movie with her girls. he gratefully accepted and cleaned up the worksite and himself as quickly as he could. He always kept a clean set of clothes stashed in his truck for just such an occasion.

          When he had finished and was presentable, Mitch joined the girls in the TV room, their mom fussing in the kitchen.

          Mitch’s past experiences dating women with children told him that there is usually a warming up period when a new man stays for dinner - quiet, detached brooding and suspicion. But they seemed to skip that entirely, possibly having seen them kissing, and his familiar form working quietly in the back for a couple of weeks, and even more probably the fact that he was their official guardian angel. They went straight into teasing him and jockeying among themselves for his attention. When Grace asked the girls to see what he wanted to drink, they began climbing over each other to win the honor.

          Dinner was pleasant, quick, and uneventful. Everyone was anxious to stretch out for the movie. Once settled, Mitch had Grace pinned against one of the arms of the couch. Apparently, the girls were accustomed to having their mother to themselves for loving affection during these times. Paula, the 8 year old was at her mother's feet on the floor, leaning against her legs; Melissa, the 10 year old stretched out on the couch with her head on the opposite arm rest, but soon had ooched her way around and had her head resting in Mitch’s lap, her mother stroking her hair. Maggie, the 12 year old had risen above it all and was alone on the floor, her head propped up on her arms.

          Mitch had caused dinner to be late in coming, and now the girls were dropping off to sleep one-by-one in the middle of the movie. Neither Grace nor Mitch were much interested in the movie, so they began kissing, uncomfortably, being penned in by the two girls.

          Mitch had been trying to imagine how things would play out in this open minded environment once Grace and he started getting more serious about their strong desires for one another. Here, on the couch, he was starting to find out.

          Grace seemed like a force penned in by a damn. Once the passions started flowing, it seemed like she gained force and energy quickly so that there was no denying her what she wanted, moving forward almost recklessly in response to their growing lustiness. As much as he was reluctant to grope her body amongst her sleeping daughters, she seemed hell bent on groping his, right then and there. Sitting awkwardly shoulder to shoulder, he had been caressing her thigh. She had done the same for a few seconds before moving right to his crotch, rubbing his erection through his jeans just inches from Melissa's head.

          A deep moan escaped from his throat unintentionally. And as if in response to this, she pushed her youngest away from her legs, turned and began undoing his belt and jeans. "Are you sure it's okay?" he asked worriedly as she slipped her hand in under his boxers grasping his penis and trying to wrestle it free.

          "Try to relax, They've seen it before. It's perfectly natural, you said so yourself.

          "But I..."  Mitch’s penis sprang out of its confinement and at the same time Maggie lifted her head from the floor and looked right at them. She then settled her head back onto her folded arm, feigning sleep. She watched them through narrow slits in her eyes, apparently she had been watching the whole time.

          "If you're uncomfortable we can go in the other room." Grace said, and in answer, Melissa said quietly from his lap, "Nooo mom, stay here." Grace chuckled at the shocked look on his face.

          "They're all a bunch of fakers." he said out loud.

          Melissa and Maggie giggled under their breath.

          "I wish you would stay. It would hurt their feelings to leave them out. It's a comfort that they've grown accustomed to - and so have I. You'll feel it too." She paused, waiting for him to absorb her words. "Well? What do you want to do?" She asked.

          In answer he leaned over and began kissing her again. The girls let out a collective pleasant sigh. he didn't need any more convincing. Grace was stroking him gently, and he began massaging her breasts as they resumed kissing.

          She was right. As their passions grew they moved onto the floor and she sucked on him at length until he came violently into her mouth - the whole time having a strange awareness of being watched, but also...  a feeling of pride - something primal and instinctive - a knowledge that alpha males mate openly, displaying their dominance. A bull, mature sexual being, and a freedom to express it openly without any reserve. It was that lack of reserve that opened the flood gates for him. The arousal he felt was like no other he had ever experienced. The girls watched dreamily, their blushed faces glowing in the light of the TV, respectfully quiet and unmoving.

          Grace gently stroked his penis until he began to harden again. She climbed on top of him and made sweet love. As he lay there being rocked upon, he noticed Maggie next to him. She had rolled on her back, watching them openly, her hand rubbing her crotch rhythmically to the same beat as her mothers rocking motion, then more vigorously. Then hearing something above his head he turned to see Melissa rubbing herself too. he wondered about this, especially Melissa who seemed too young to be masturbating. The scene was electrifying, Grace having two orgasms before Mitch finally came inside of her.

          Breathing hard and sweating, they lay there as the credits to the movie ran by making light patterns on the ceiling. "So, what was it like?" Grace asked. "I mean, having the girls in the room. Was it better than usual having an audience?"

          "It was definitely different.  I was nervous at first, but then I felt this freedom I've never felt before. Very much like when I used to run around the golf course naked with my friends. I felt young. Very young. But then I felt like it was happening the way it was always supposed to be - like we were ten thousand years in the past and I was the alpha male, out in the open, daring anyone to challenge my rightful place."

          "You know you have a gift for words. I can relate to what you say perfectly, and that is a true gift." Grace said sweetly.

          "Well, thank you. I appreciate that a lot."

          "Can you stay tonight?  Please?" She begged.

          "Sure. I won't have to drive to work tomorrow."

          "It's Saturday." She said.

          "I know. I work Saturdays sometimes. I guess it will depend on what my options are."

          Maggie got up, kissed her mom, then kissed Mitch, and excused herself, going to bed.  Mitch watched her lithe form drift away, trying to make sense of the feelings she stirred in him when she kissed him goodnight.

          "Will you help me get these two tucked in?" She said, rolling off of him and standing up.

          "Sure. If you carry Paula, I‘ll get Melissa." he said.

          "I can’t.  Not any more. I wrecked my back a few years ago trying to carry Maggie and I had to have surgery."

          "Well, one at a time then." he said, picking Paula up off the floor.

          Grace led the way. In her room she turned on a lamp and he laid Paula on the bed. While Grace was picking up toys and clutter from the floor and putting it away she said, "Get her clothes off and throw them to me."

          "All of them?" he asked curiously.

          "Yeah, they always sleep nude in the summer."

          Mitch knew Paula had woken up being carried to her bed. She was faking again. But she showed no signs of distress at the prospect of being stripped bare by him. Mitch worked her t-shirt off and then pulled her shorts and panties off with one motion. Grace came up beside him and they stared down at her daughter, naked on the bed. Paula smiled a little, giving herself away. But Grace just smiled down at her and they tucked her in under a light sheet.

          Grace went to neaten up Melissa's room while Mitch went to fetch her. Melissa was significantly heavier, a taller, thicker version of her younger sister. he sat beside her on the couch and rolled her onto his lap. Hooking his arms under hers he stood up, saving his own back as much as possible. Mitch relished the feeling his nakedness in full contact with her thinly clad body. As he entered the bedroom, he realized that he was becoming aroused. He laid her on the bed and began undressing her.

          Again, he sensed that she was awake. As her shirt came over her head, he was surprised to see she had small breasts. They were all but invisible under her shirt, but now in the dim glow and long shadows of the lamplight, he could see small mounds and small puffy nipples. Mitch’s erection was now becoming noticeable, and he still had to take her shorts and panties off. While he fumbled with her clothes, Grace came up behind him. Mitch confessed his condition to her right away. "Look at what your pretty little girl did." he said, leaning back and displaying his semi-rigidness.

          Grace laughed and said, "If you didn't get hard tearing clothes off pretty girls I'd think you were weird."

          Melissa heard this and raised up on her elbows to see what they were talking about. Playfully, she touched his penis with her toe and it jumped. he gave her a stern look and she sank back onto her pillow. Grace just shook her head and motioned for Mitch to finish removing her shorts and panties. They both kissed her goodnight, but as Mitch delivered his kiss, Melissa wrapped her arms around his neck and held him there, rubbing her cheek on his stubbly face. Her mother had to extract him from her grasp.

          Grace closed the bedroom door behind her and said, "They really like you a lot."

          "I can tell." he said. "It's a very nice feeling.  They are precious."

          "I like you a lot too." She said, stopping him in the hall and leaning in for a kiss. He didn't disappoint her. In her bed they snuggled and talked quietly and then fell asleep without making love.

          When they awoke in each other's arms , there was a wonderful breeze drifting across the room and sunlight streaming in.

          "Don't get up." said Mitch. "I'll start the coffee and be right back."

          Grace didn't argue. he knew the coffee routine from the weeks of working there. he slipped his boxers on and tiptoed to the kitchen. Old habits die hard.

          Back in the bed they snuggled each other until the wonderful smell of fresh brewed coffee came wafting in. Mitch was just about to get up and go get some when the door opened and in walked Maggie, nude and carrying a tray with two mugs of coffee on it.

          "Bless you my child." he said. The girl was stunningly beautiful. And something about the proper way she held her head up and her back straight carrying the tray amplified her innocent budding sexuality. One by one the girls drifted in and climbed onto the bed with them. Mitch felt stupid in his boxers. And he knew he would feel even more stupid removing them just so he wouldn't feel stupid.

          "Okay you guys, I'm new at this. What should I do?"

          "What?" asked Maggie.

          "I'm the only one with clothes on and I feel stupid." he said honestly.

          "So take them off." They all said in unison.

          "But then I'm gonna feel even stupider."

          Grace jumped at that, "Stupider? What kind of word is that? And I said such nice things about the way you expressed yourself last night."

          Melissa was on the move across the bed. She grabbed the leg of his boxers and tried pulling them down. Mitch was almost too slow in reacting, having to balance his coffee, but he got hold of the waist just in time and held them up. The other two girls quickly came to their sister's aide and began wrestling his hand away, trying to pry each finger off one at a time. He was winning the battle until in the midst of the delight of just goofing around with the girls, he suddenly realized that he was wrestling with three young naked nymphs, their bodies contacting his incidentally from all sides.

          Seeing her girls losing the battle, Grace sprang into the fray and the boxers came down. Paula got them off of his last foot and whisked them out of the room, laughing hysterically as she ran down the hall to hide them.

          "Thanks girls, I feel much better now." he said sarcastically. They were all laughing and breathing hard from the exertion. It took a while for it to die down.

          When Paula came back in, she climbed up on the bed and couldn't easily find a place to settle, so she unabashedly snuggled against Mitch on the opposite the side of her mother. He passed a worried look by Grace and she just smiled back at him reassuringly. He draped his arm around Paula, his hand caressing her hip.

          Mitch tried to focus his mind on other things, but Melissa spoke up and confirmed his worst fear. "Momma, look." She said, pointing at his erection.

          Mitch was mortified. But the girls talked calmly. "Well, momma, I think you need to do something. Don't you?"

          "Well, I think maybe I should. What do you think Maggie?"

          "Hey, Are you making fun of me?" Mitch interrupted, their talk sounding a little too calm and courteous.

          They smiled at him knowingly, and guiltily. Grace deftly slid her fingers over his penis making it jump, and repeated the movement many times until he was rock hard, all the while the six young eyes zeroed in on him.

          "Can I try ?" Asked Paula,

          "Me too? Me too?" the other two chimed in.

          "I think Mitch is still too nervous. But he's doing remarkably well, don't you think girls?" They all nodded, smiling.

          "Can we Mr. Mitch?" "Yea can we?" "can we?" they all begged.

          "I don't care, it's up to your mom." But he turned to her quickly and asked, "Is this part of what a naturist family does?"

          "Yea, I mean, it can be. But you don't go around advertising everything that a family does together. If we are open about our desires and express affection towards one another freely, it's only natural that a young girl will be curious about what it is about a man's penis that makes it so interesting. It makes no sense at all, being naturists, to prohibit them from touching. I don't consider caressing, or even masturbation as being sex. They are simply more sensual ways of expressing affection physically."

          Mitch’s heart jumped up in his throat. Did that mean he could masturbate her daughters too? “Holy shit!” he thought.

          The girls knew all this talk basically meant 'yes' and they all three touched and caressed his penis, blushing deeply and making little cooing sounds. Out of embarrassment just sitting there watching them, Mitch began kissing Grace while her daughters played. Their efforts were too delicate to have any real affect on him, so after a while he whispered in Grace’s ear to lie back so he could make love to her. She did and he pulled away from the girls and entered their mother, fucking her earnestly with all the views of her naked young girls’ bodies intensifying the energy as he did.  It brought them up to a fevered pitch. They both climaxed together.

          Emerging from the bathroom after cleaning himself up, Mitch climbed into an empty bed, the girls having gone off somewhere. He thumbed through a magazine that he found on the bedside table. Soon Melissa came in and sat next to him, watching him.

          "You are very pretty." Mitch told her.

          Melissa just smiled.

          "Do you ever tell your friends that you are naturists?"

          "Yea, but I don't think they understand what it really means."

          "I mean, do you talk about stuff like what we were just doing?"

          "Of course not. We aren't stupid."

          'Oh. So you understand. But I thought....'

          "There you go thinking again. Does anybody smell something burning?" She said laughing. Then she yelled out the door, "Mitch was thinking again!" And immediately Grace yelled from the kitchen,  "I smell something burning." Melissa beamed a satisfied smile at him, apparently an inside joke.

          "For 10 years old, I think you're pretty cool, sweet Melissa."

          "That's a song.  They named me after it."

          "Sweet Melissa? I know that one, it's an Allman Brothers song."  Mitch sang the line with her name in it and she danced with her arms and shoulders, nodding.

          Melissa felt drugged with dopey love for Mitch. She wanted so bad, at that very moment, to dive into him and swim around. Not actually in a sexual way, but very close to it. More like as if he were her father and she could spoon herself against him and imagine whatever she wanted. She slid up along side of him. Mitch’s arm naturally fell around her and his hand came to rest on her narrow hip.

          Again, the contact of her warm soft skin on his, the shape of her hip and butt under his hand, her attempts to press the entire length of her body against his, and especially her delicate finger tracing patterns on his chest, started his sex engine and his penis began to throb and grow slowly. After a minute or so of trying to think it back down unsuccessfully, Melissa noticed and flashed him a quick smile, knowing it was all her. Swiftly she traced a line straight down to it and started tracing lines on it, making it bounce and jump to her touches. He took her arm and pulled it away, bringing her hand to his mouth he kissed it. "Sweetheart, I'd feel better if your mom was here. I don't know what's okay to do and what isn't."

          Melissa gave him an exasperated look, as if to say: 'well why don't you just ask me?', but then she softened and was about to say something when in walked her mom. Seeing him and the position they were in, she gave her daughter a sideways look. Melissa gave her a defensive shrug and then as if to put the blame on Mitch, said, "He wouldn't let me play with it."  Grace turned her sideways look on him.

          "I... I just said I'd feel better if you were here." he said defensively, but his grinning belied him.

          A large smile broke out on Grace's face, apparently loving the dynamic that was developing, "It's okay Mitch, you can relax. I trust the girls. They know the rules. Now, what would you like for breakfast?"

          After Grace had retreated back to the kitchen, he asked Melissa to please explain the rules.

          "There's really only one rule: no sex before 18. That's why you and mommy can do it, cause you're old enough."

          "I see." he said as she began tracing lines on his chest again. As an experiment in this newly found knowledge, he ran his hand along her back and then deliberately cupped her butt cheeks, one at a time in his hand. She wiggled her hips indicating she liked it, so he caressed her back and butt for a while, then went back to his magazine, Melissa contentedly stroking and playing with his penis until she got bored and went into the kitchen. Unbidden, the image of a pack of monkeys entered his mind and lay there for a long time, distracting him.

          A few minutes later Paula climbed up on the bed and sat looking at the magazine with Mitch, and a few minutes after that, Maggie appeared in a see through nightie that shone in the bright sunlight of the window.

          "Oh, Maggie, that is so beautiful on you." he said. "I think that's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

          She just smiled, and danced delicately around the bed and back again. "It’s my mom's, but I like to wear it sometimes." She said in a flirty way that made Mitch think she meant, "I like to wear it for special occasions, and you're the special occasion."

          When she approached the side of the bed Mitch was on, he grabbed her and lifted her onto him. She screamed at his sudden assault. He playfully kissed her neck and rubbed his whiskers all around, driving her crazy and making her scrunch up into a ball. he eased up and let her relax. "You better be careful wearing such sexy clothes, you never know who might grab you."

          Looking up at Mitch from her balled up position she slowly uncoiled and pretended she was a cat, looming at him, one hand raised, claws exposed, hissing, then struck, scratching his chest, and then aiming for his face she was poised to strike at his eyes. "Please don't hurt me!" he begged, bringing his hands up to protect his face.

          "Then you must obey me." She said, her voice now sounding like a witch, Paula watched intently, her eyes sparkling with delight.

          "Okay, Okay, anything, I'll do anything you say, just don't hurt me." he said, winking at Paula, who tattled on him to her sister for winking, who raised her claws at his eyes again. At that moment, he was stunned by something he noticed across the room. Grace had a small vanity desk that sat diagonally in the corner, the mirror was pointed directly towards the center of the bed but was small enough that he had not noticed it before. Maggie was on her knees straddling him, one arm holding up her torso, the other ready to strike, her ass was pointed right at the mirror, his penis visible just under it, limp but far from it's smallest state. To Mitch, it seemed as if someone meticulously positioned her for the classic 'fuck me from behind' pose, her nightie hiked up not covering anything. he stared in disbelief, then feeling his arousal returning, he turned back to Maggie who considered him suspiciously. Mitch just smiled and then said "Look in the mirror over there."

          She did, and studied herself for a few moments. She then turned slowly back and in her witches voice said: "So, you like that do you? Well, perhaps you need to be properly punished for enjoying yourself so much!" Her claws raised high to strike as her mother called: "Breakfast!". The girls bolted for the kitchen.

          Mitch put his boxers back on, being nearly fully erect again, and followed slowly after, wondering when he would wake up and be back in the real world again.

          Breakfast was a very happy affair. An assortment of cereals, cantaloupe, grapefruit, and pancakes with a variety of toppings: Whipped cream, powdered sugar, strawberries, blueberries, maple syrup, and on, and on.

          “This is a nice change from my standard bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich.” Mitch said. The girls rolled their eyes like ‘Typical man’.  Mitch considered the scene as he ate: The girls’ sexual attractiveness, even though they were still mostly naked, was overshadowed in his mind by his appetite. It was interesting to him to evaluate his state of arousal at different times and in different situations, hoping to discover what makes him tick when it comes to sexual distractions. Those distractions have had him dwelling in fantasies at the most inconvenient times, and so frequently that the time spent in la-la land piled up, causing considerable problems for him in his personal life. The fact that he could shut it almost completely off during breakfast amazed him. And it wasn’t until the image of him licking the three drips of strawberry syrup from Melissa’s chest popped into his head that he had any difficulty at all seeing them as young people eating rather than sexual objects, even without clothes on. 

          As soon as breakfast was done, the three young girls hurried to get the dishes cleared, leaving Mitch wondering what the big hurry was all about. He was gratified to find out they were excited to have Mitch at their disposal for more silly mindless games and roughhousing, and as soon as they got an approving nod from their mother about the condition of the kitchen, they were poking and hanging on Mitch, trying to get some excitement going. Mitch however was already thinking about what he needed to do that day  and he flung the girls aside, with many apologies, and went to work grouting the tile in Grace’s bathroom.

          Every now and then one or more of the girls and or their mother would pop in to check on his progress. Grouting tile is not an all day job, but it stops work once complete since you don’t dare walk on it. Once the job was finished, around 10:30 am, Mitch began packing up preparing to leave.

          Grace, standing in the doorway asked, “Are you coming back?”

          Mitch knew she didn’t mean “ever?” and said, “I don’t want to upset your routine by overstaying my welcome.”  he paused, and then added, “I’m free for the weekend but I have to do a few things at home: like laundry.  If you want me to come back, you just say when and I’ll be here.”  he said while stepping toward her and planting a kiss on her mouth the instant the word ‘here’ left his mouth.

          “I want you back as quick as possible.” Grace said looking deep into his eyes. As she did, Mitch thought of an idea and she could see the change in his eyes. “What is it?” She asked.

          “I just thought of something else I need to do...   I have a cabin on the river. I know the grass is getting long and I need to cut it before it gets out of control. What do you think about coming with me?” He asked hopefully, then something else occurred to him. “That’s strange.” he said.

          “What?”

          “Well, out of habit I just wanted it to be you and I, since the cabin is one room and no privacy. It took a moment for me to realize with your girls it doesn’t matter.”

          “Ah, yes. that’s one of the biggest reasons I like this lifestyle. No one ever needs to feel left behind or abandoned. It’s healthy for kids. It’s been proven and documented over and over.”

          “The girls will love the cabin. There’s a small beach, caves to explore, wildlife, it always seems like a big adventure to youngsters.”

          “How far is it?” She asked.

          “Not far. About 45 minutes.”

          “Is it worth it now that the day is half over?” She asked.

          “Oh, I was assuming you would spend the night. That’s half the fun of it.” Mitch offered.   Grace’s eyes smiled. That was what she was hoping for, but wouldn’t dream of inviting herself.

          They exchanged a few logistical considerations for the trip and announced the news to the girls. They all escorted Mitch to his truck barely able to contain their excitement.  With Grace offering to handle the food and drinks, easing Mitch’s burden considerably, he was back and the whole crew packed into the cab of his truck before noon.

          The cabin was nestled between a stand of cottonwood trees that lined the river and a tall bluff with caves and a spring churning out from under it. Even in the summertime the sheltered and shaded meadow stayed much cooler than where the drive met the highway. The cabin sat atop a hill skirted by a curved and tapered rock wall, keeping it just above the highest possible flood. The land had been handed down in Mitch’s family for generations and there was enough of it to make the cabin feel private and secluded. They had always fought back the urge to bring in electricity and plumbing, feeling that the mood of the cabin would change for the worse. It was the pot-bellied stove, hurricane lamps, candles, the outhouse, carrying water from the spring, etc that gave it its charm. Mitch was the one that spent the most time there and did most of the upkeep, and he fought hard with his siblings to keep it rustic.

          As Grace and Mitch watched the girls tear across the field toward the river, spinning and doing cartwheels, she could hardly speak. “Mitch, how did you find this place. It’s so beautiful.” Mitch told her about it as her wonder grew. The girls came rushing in the cabin shouting excitedly at her as they were unpacking.

“Mom, you gotta come see!  The river is totally clear! You can see the bottom even in the deep part, and it’s warm on one side and really cold on the other and there’s caves and fish and frogs and…   We need our swimsuits!” Maggie pleaded, dancing on her tiptoes.

 Grace turned to Mitch. Do they need them?” she asked doubtfully.

          “Canoes come by regularly until the late afternoon. Then it’s quiet.”

          Grace doled out the suits and the girls raced to get them on their bodies as fast as they could, which caused Maggie to catch her toe in her bikini bottoms and she fell over. Soon they were sprinting out the door, the sound of their flip-flops slapping their heels.

          The afternoon passed and by the time supper was over it was almost dark. Grace gracefully offered to clean up the dishes while Mitch got all the hurricane lamps lit and the cabin buttoned up for the night. Out on the porch the sounds of the night echoed and the girls were trying to scare each other by describing the types of monsters that must be lurking nearby. A deer walking along the river’s gravel banks fueled their imaginations to a fevered pitch. The five all gathered around for cards and then Monopoly, but the games were boring compared to what the girls’ imaginations were generating, so they were abandoned. 

          With more than a little coaxing, Mitch led the group out to the edge of the field on the river bank, the girls clutching at Mitch and their mother as they walked, acting like they were afraid of the night. They crept along in a tightly packed blob of bodies.  Eventually, Mitch lit a large pile of driftwood he had piled there from the spring floods. It was a long established bonfire location.  Around the perimeter of the bonfire there was a giant circle of large logs, some longer, laying on their sides, and some shorter standing up on end. They were the remains of three large cottonwood trees that had fallen like dominoes when one had tipped due to carpenter ants undermining its roots.  Now they served as seats for anyone wanting to commune by the fire. They also now served as a venue for a new game the girls made up. They were carefully traversing the ring by jumping from log to log without touching the ground. This escalated into trying to catch up or turn the opposite way so as to push each other off.  Grace and Mitch joined in, and after a few pauses in the action for new rules to be announced, the object of the game had become you lose a piece of clothing each time you fall off. Of course poor Paula was the first to become completely naked, but with nothing else to lose, she darted around on the ground and pushed her sisters off mercilessly. Grace had given up, not being one to fight to the death, and stood back watching the silhouettes passing in front of the glowing fire. Mitch was tired and breathing heavily. He still had his jeans and boxers on, but having twisted his ankle slightly during a daring jump, he slowed and the pack of naked girls hauled him down and forcibly removed his jeans.  Staring down at him, waiting for him to get up for the finally, Mitch asked, “What if I don’t get back up? If I don’t get up then I can’t fall off, so I get to keep my boxers on, right?”

          “Wrong!” the three shouted in unison.

          “But I won. I’m the last one with clothes. Doesn’t that mean the game is over?” He pleaded.

          “No!” they shouted even louder.

          “I quit!” shouted Mitch. “I give up.  Please don’t hurt me.”

          Paula, out of a sense of victory over him sat on his chest, her butt sliding around on his sweat. The other two worked at getting his boxers off but with his weight pressing down, it was hopeless. Eventually he lifted his hips to make it easier on them. As is often the case in such physical games between an adult man and a group of children, the children are almost destined to end up sitting atop the adult in victory. And to the adult, there is a direct relationship: The more affectionate the children feel towards you, the more sadistic their victory rituals become. They all sat atop Mitch, and he became concerned only by the tickling of a trapped bug squirming under his back. He heaved the girls off , sending them flying in three directions and laid down on one of the long logs instead. Soon they were back on top of him, his back pressing uncomfortably against the log with the added weight and their constant squirming, acting like they were jockeying for position but actually enjoying the feeling of sliding on his slippery body.  He continued to fling them off, creating a brand new game - which was eventually won by the girls when they all three straddled him as if riding a horse.  If it weren’t for the pain in his back, he would have become incredibly aroused at the feeling of the three young pussies slipping and sliding on his sweaty body.   And with only so much room, Melissa was sitting right on his penis.   Standing the pain as long as he possibly could, Mitch stopped struggling and the girls went still. Maggie was in front facing Mitch and they exchanged kind looks. Mitch placed his hands on her waist in an affectionate gesture and noticed he could almost touch his fingertips around her slender middle. Maggie responded immediately to the gesture and placed her hands on his chest, leaning forward. Mitch ran his fingertips across her back and sides and with the last ounce of will against the pain, called to Grace for help.  Maggie’s eyes drooped not wanting to quit the new, sweeter game.

          Having rescued Mitch, Grace sat at the end of the log by Mitch’s head and laughed at his antics and the dynamic that had quickly developed between them all. She felt a great warmth for him, having rekindled the flame in her girls that she hadn’t seen in so long. The way they used to play with their father. It was a dynamic she valued greatly and felt guilt at having been partly responsible for denying it to them for so long. But at the same time she was afraid. Afraid that Mitch might become overwhelmed by their extreme precociousness and gregarious attitudes towards sexuality, and the speed at which they were becoming attached to him. That was the hinge pin: If he could keep his head screwed on straight and continue to develop natural affections toward them without becoming overly romantic - because the girls, especially Maggie, will move quickly into romanticizing their affections - it will be up to Mitch to keep those boundaries, because she knew her girls could not. Physical and/or titillating affection does not need a romantic component. And for a girl Melissa’s age, it shouldn’t. They play at sex. It’s a teasing and pinching and tickling sort of titillation - and it can even calm down to quiet massages, caressing, and exploration as long as there is no passionate kissing. But from what Grace could see, Mitch wasn’t anywhere near a meltdown - because she had seen it before in other men she had dated. It was not a good thing for the girls. This was.

          For Mitch, at least for now, he was in heaven. He had always dreamed of having adoring, affectionate daughters. He had confessed to Grace right from the start that he was attracted to young girls, and she seemed to have not a care in the world. Perhaps she believes that his attractions are misguided due to the puritan culture of their society, and that exposure to the healthy side of sexuality will straighten his perception out. She might be right: Mitch had already surprised himself at breakfast that he could perceive them as people and not sex objects even though they were naked. He was much more interested in his pile of pancakes - at least for a while. What Mitch was pondering in the back of his mind was how to explore the limits of this new definition for “physical affection” that apparently included masturbation. He was still struggling with that. How can you give or receive masturbation without it being thought of as sex? Physical affection? Masturbation? Perhaps it’s the intent to impregnate, to “mate” for the purpose of having a child that makes the distinction. While Mitch was stewing on this in the back of his mind, practically on a sub-conscious level - because at the time he was actually carrying on a conversation with Grace - an idea sprang from the depths that needed tending too, because time was short: Honesty was Mitch’s virtue that had endeared Grace to him, so he would again be honest - keep it all right there out in the open. And he had a strong suspicion that it was the correct door to where he wanted to go.

          “Grace, something is bothering me.” He said.  

          The girls all quieted down, sensing something in his serious tone of voice. A stab of fear raced through Grace feeling as though the doubts she had just been dwelling on had come true, had magically fulfilled her prophecy.

          “What is it?” She said as evenly as she could. But Mitch sensed her uneasiness and quickly reassured her that it was nothing serious. Then he sat up and came out with it.

          “Well, first I want to say how much I adore you all.” This sounded a whole lot like a “Dear Jane” letter to Grace, and she was braced against the ubiquitous “But” that always followed. Mitch moved on unaware of how he was coming across. “I have never felt so plugged in to life as I do with you now. You’ve opened my eyes to what’s wrong with the world and why, and everything I’ve been missing...” Mitch trailed off and became choked up. His loneliness since his divorce had caught up with him. Maggie, sitting right next to him wrapped her arms around him and leaned her head on his shoulder. Grace was still frozen, waiting for the “but”. “...but this way of life, this extreme openness about everything, with everybody... as wonderful as it is, it’s so different from what I’ve been used to that it makes me feel awkward, even stupid at times. It’s uncomfortable. I’m used to hiding myself away. I’ve learned how to be comfortable being lonely and miserable. Even though sunshine is wonderful, someone who has always been in the dark will not be comfortable in the sunshine. At least not at first. They’ve tried to set animals free that spent their whole lives in cages, and they didn’t like being out of their cage. I’m not saying I don’t want to change. I’m saying it’s uncomfortable, and I’m afraid.”

          “Afraid of what?” asked Maggie in a high pitched whine. She was reeling from her heart trying to pull itself away to safety.

    “I’m afraid that my loneliness has held me back for so long that if I let myself go free, free to love you with everything I have, with all of the affection I have held back for so long, that I will lose control, like a dam bursting and drowning you all. That you won’t like me after you really know me, and know how lonely I am.”

          Grace spoke up, feeling a little relief from her fear, and a little control coming back. “We have all felt that way at times. But it’s the great lie Mitch. People instinctively believe that they need to hide their feelings and motives and desires, because they can be used against them. But the truth is that surrendering your control, exposing your underbelly, being truly vulnerable is what love is all about. And it’s what tells people that you are genuinely compassionate, loving, trustworthy... Everything about people at their core is good, it’s the layers they hide behind that taint them. Nudity is a metaphor for vulnerability. It exposes us to the real world. Everything we are as creatures on this earth is about sex. Without it our existence is meaningless. Hiding behind puritan ideals taints a person. It causes perversion. It causes loneliness. To deny our nature is to deny God, is to live a lie, and that will harm your spirit to it’s core. At least that’s how I feel about it.”

          “Then I need to tell you all what’s eating at me.” Said Mitch, more energized now, but still wondering how to phrase what he was thinking without making it sound offensive - because he knew he was taking a risk heading down this path. “I know my capacity to be loving and caring is very large. But my fear of rejection, believing in the lie I guess, always held me back. Now when I watch you girls, so beautiful and free with your love and kindness, my desire to scoop you up and hold you and kiss you all over becomes overpowering, and when I feel myself thinking about you sexually, I become afraid again because of all of my old beliefs, everything I’ve been taught. It makes me want to hide myself away again. But then I hear you,” turning to Grace, “saying that masturbation is really just another way to show physical affection, like a kiss or a back rub, and when I go down that path in my imagination, I find myself wanting to believe you, but also terrified that I would do it from the wrong frame of mind, from a sexual frame of mind, and somehow that might do more harm than good. I just can’t seem to figure out what is normal and healthy for me any more. That from the wrong frame of mind, my need for affection and my strong desire would be like a small boy with a baby bunny that hugs it to death.”

          Grace let out an excited laugh. “You are so amazing. I mean you are so naïve in so many ways, but your questions and fears are so exactly to the point that it tells me not only that you are being genuine, but that you have a natural and deep knowledge of people. You are experiencing the world with your eyes wide open, and that’s a very good thing.” She paused, trying to gauge her next words, “Mitch, try to relax a little. If you will just be yourself openly with us, you’ll find out that we all share the same desires. Hiding yourself away, having hidden agendas, being manipulative, sneaking around trying to find privacy, that’s where the harm is. That’s where distrust and fears take root. Love is interlaced with sex. You can’t separate them completely. It’s just another primitive emotion. The only thing that can interrupt a man’s sexual desire for a pretty young girl is his parental instinct. You don’t have that with my girls because you aren’t their father. That’s not to say you can’t feel like their father at times, It means you will always find them attractive. It’s no secret with us. For you to spark their sexuality is also normal. Of course I won’t let them have intercourse until they are ready, but that is more my responsibility than yours. Women act so surprised that their teenage daughters turn up pregnant when they allowed them to be alone, unsupervised with every swinging dick in town. And they point their fingers at the father like he’s some kind of monster. To that I say ‘Wake up and smell the coffee! They are sexual beings you idiot!’”.

          The girls snickered at the ‘swinging dick’ comment.

Grace continued.

          “As for you and your frame of mind towards my girls, I don’t care where you get your appetite, as long as you come home for dinner.” She said, smiling at the shocked look on Mitch’s face. “Melissa is only 10 and she already has strong sexual desires. But she’s not a romantic yet. It’s just something to play at.” Melissa pricked her ears hearing her name and giggled quietly. “Maggie is at the stage where she is craving romance, and certain boys and men crush her under her own passions. I know she would like long lusty kisses, and probably adult sex if I let her.” Maggie’s mouth fell open in shock at her mother’s words, but then laughed and nodded her head to her sisters. Grace turned and gave them a look. The girls respectfully quieted down. She turned back to Mitch. “At 8, Paula acts out sexually, but I think most of it is just mimicking her sisters. The reason I’m telling you this is that we are their role models. We see where they are sexually, They see where we are sexually, but for us to project our adult sexual desires onto them before they are ready could be harmful. Not the end of the world like the puritan majority believes, but harmful. Really, I believe that the most damaging thing you can do to a child that has had sexual contact with a man is to make a big deal about it, unless it was violent in some way. The shame and embarrassment is enough to scar a child, but the guilt they feel if the man goes to prison, that's what will destroy a child. Usually they are someone the child truly loved. Letting it pass and ensuring the child’s future security is the only sane way to handle it.” Grace paused, reflecting on what she had just said, “I’m sorry, I got off the track somehow.”

          “Oh, I didn’t notice. It makes sense though, what you say. I’ve noticed, actually I’ve been struck by how well adjusted your girls are. They relate to adults amazingly well, and they are kind and considerate to everyone - even each other and their friends. You are the reason they are so healthy and self secure. Your philosophy is working.”

          “It’s not my philosophy, well, it is, but I mean I’m not the first one to have it. It’s all written down in naturist books and evolutionary psychology books.”

          Paula fell asleep with her head in her mother’s lap. “Let’s get this one to bed.” Grace said, lifting her so Mitch could get his hands under her arms to carry her. “Girls, pick up all the clothes. We’re going up.” Grace ordered, then asked Mitch: “Will the fire be alright?”

          “It’s fine.” He replied, contemplating all that was said while carrying the sleeping naked girl up to the cabin. He realized at that moment that the act of carrying Paula was the most physically intimate contact he had had with any of the girls so far. They were in full body contact, her pubic mound pressing against his hip, his forearm propping up her smooth buttocks - He liked the feeling. His reverie was interrupted by the other two girls racing past, their taught frames like small Olympic athletes.

          Inside, Mitch slipped Paula under the sheet of her bed and began policing the area. He picked up the games and put them away; picked up the pile of clothes the girls left on the porch; hung the wet swimwear on the coat hooks by the door; and closed the windows against the now chilly river valley night air. By the time he finished, Grace had Melissa’s head in her lap on one of the smaller beds softly caressing her whole body. Maggie stood apart, awkwardly watching them. Mitch, stopping in the middle of the room stood still, watching Grace. Maggie sidled up next to Mitch and they watched together.

          Melissa lay prone now, her one knee brought up, exposing her slit. Grace gently traced lines around her breasts and between her legs, titillating her daughter extremely well. Then she focused more intently on her girlish looking mound, rubbing her small clitoris briskly. Quickly Melissa shivered, stretching out her legs stiffly and curling her toes. Mitch and Maggie glanced knowingly at each other and smiled. Maggie pulled Mitch to the bed and laid her head on his lap in the exact prone style as her sister, inviting the obvious.

          He traced circles around her small breasts with his rough fingers, he ran them along her sensitive underarms and then smelled his fingers making a face, causing Maggie to laugh a delightfully pleasant sounding laugh. He caressed her in long strokes of his fingers that traced the outline of her body from elbow to knee, just avoiding her erogenous zones. On his way back up from her knee Maggie opened her legs wider and looked urgently up at him. Fear washed over him.

          "It's okay." Maggie said softly.

          Mitch nodded nervously and slowly slid his hand to her young pubic mound, cupping it and rubbing her firmly. Instantly he felt her sweet juices squeezing out between his fingers, making him fall into his habit of drawing out the wetness, up to the clitoris and sliding his middle fingertip back and forth over it. As it swelled, he could feel it bumping under his fingers as he rubbed back and forth. Maggie let out a soft moan as he worked her up into a tighter state. She reached down and covered his hand with hers, urging him downward, pressing at his fingers over her opening, pressing them in, suggesting, no, ordering him to insert his

fingers inside her. He did. His third and fourth fingers were now hooked into her opening, slipping in easily, but feeling her canal having to stretch to receive them. He drew his fingers in and out, rubbing her clitoris each time they withdrew, re-wetting the area. Maggie was pumping and rocking her hips telling him to speed up the action. Mitch had to move her head with his free hand to let his erection spring free. Again he looked toward Grace, but now he was sure she was purposely ignoring him so as not to spook him. Maggie's vagina felt wonderful to Mitch. Something about the position he was in allowed him a good view of her mound as it bucked upward each time he slid his fingers curling insider her. She was wanting deep penetration, but Mitch was afraid he might injure her, so he was being tentative, and that was frustrating her.

          "C'mon!" she said urgently, "Please!"

          Again Mitch glanced over at Grace, knowing she had heard Maggie, but still she ignored them. So Mitch slid his fingers inside Maggie slowly, as far as he could. Over and over he drove his two fingers deep into her tight tunnel, withdrawing and rubbing her clit vigorously, then plunging back in. Maggie only lasted a few minutes before she was clenched tight and shivering all over with a powerful orgasm.

          Mitch was certain he hadn't felt any virginal barriers still standing inside Maggie, and she certainly didn't feel any pain. His fingers were long and he should have felt something.

          Maggie got up from the bed and stood in front of Mitch. She leaned in and kissed him clumsily, sliding her hand up his leg to his erection. He let her stroke it but he discontinued the kissing, so she sat down beside him and continued. Mitch was about to lay back on the bed and let her try to make him ejaculate, even though he doubted she could, when he looked across to Grace and Melissa. Grace was again rubbing her daughter’s clitoris briskly, Melissa’s upturned face was wide, eyes bulging and her mouth stretched open. Suddenly she stiffened, straight like a board, and her toes curled tight. Maggie was watching too and she and Mitch exchanged another look and chuckled a little. Melissa heard them and looked over, smiling shyly.

          Mitch was beginning to relax, realizing that Grace and her daughters were perfectly comfortable showing affection and love for one another in this manner. It strengthens everyone’s sense of belonging, and therefore their sense of security. He could see that if everyone’s perspective was tuned into the belief that it was a good thing, then it becomes a very good thing. His initial extreme discomfort was due to his puritan perspective, that it is a bad thing, much worse than violence, and therefore it became a bad thing. So which perspective is better?

          The way Mitch saw it, the puritan perspective left people afraid of showing affection, for fear of having their taboo attractions discovered. And people had to live that lie, that young girls with sexy bodies aren’t sexually attractive - along with many other lies. Grace’s way is all about love and caring and showing it without reservation, and being true to yourself as a member of the human race, with no need for the violence people use to give spice to a way of life that ignores human nature (except for the violent side).

          He laid back and Maggie worked on him as best she could, but soon Mitch was losing his erection. He grabbed Maggie playfully and pulled her on top of him

.         “I’m sorry sweetheart, if we were in a bath and your hands were slippery with soap, you might have better luck. There’s nothing better than that slippery feeling.” He said, holding her close.

          Grace had been watching Mitch and Maggie closely the whole time, glancing away whenever either of them looked her way. She was glad to see him finally relaxing a little. But now she noticed that they both needed rescuing. Thinking Melissa was asleep she got up and started tucking her in.

          “Mom, I’m not sleepy.” She cried.

          “C’mon sweetie.” said Grace, helping her up and pushing her toward Mitch and Maggie. Melissa bounded up onto the bed, bouncing a couple of times before Maggie scolded her, “Melissa!, stop it!” she said sounding thoroughly frustrated. It was eminently clear that Maggie would have preferred to keep Mitch all to herself. Her exasperated deep sighs and eyes that continually rolled at her sister’s antics, and the uselessness of kind words from either Mitch or her mother, seemed to indicate that things were not going her way anymore.

          Mitch made a show of clearing a place for Grace by getting up and rolling Melissa out of the way. She lay down and Mitch lay down on top of her. Both girls spooned in close on either side of their mother and kissed her neck and cheeks sweetly, as if trying to win . Mitch less sweetly kneed her legs open and began thrusting, letting himself harden. Soon he was slipping and sliding in and out. He reminded himself, as he often did each time he entered a woman, that there is no better feeling on Earth.  Grace had learned how to tighten her vaginal walls. Mitch could see her concentrate on the technique and then feel the difference when she was successful. He always acknowledged her efforts with a loud “Oooooooh”. In the middle of one of these squeezes, Maggie turned her face up to Mitch and puckered her lips to him. He kissed her mother first, wet and deep for a few seconds and then kissed her lovely young 12 year old daughter, whose mouth was waiting impatiently just a few inches from her mother’s.  Maggie noticed immediately that he could not keep his head still while screwing her mother. She then thought that Mitch might be imagining that it was her, Maggie, that he was screwing while they kissed. She reveled in the fantasy and cherished the feeling, not letting Mitch stop the kiss. Finally he pulled away and kissed her mother more deeply still. Maggie went back to nibbling on her mother’s neck and cheek. Mitch saw Melissa’s sweet face looking up at him and he bent over and planted a kiss on her mouth, his lips already very wet with saliva. He wanted her to feel the way a real kiss should feel, and having her head pinned between the bed and his mouth, she had no choice: sliding his open mouth over her mostly closed one, it lacked the sweetness he was hoping for.

          “Eeewww!” She proclaimed. “It’s all slimy!”  Mitch just looked at her quizzically then nodded in agreement. After she wiped her arm across her lips she looked up at him and said, “Do it again!”

          There was something about plunging deep into a welcoming pussy while giving kissing lessons to a beautiful and naked 10 year old girl that gave Mitch a few extra degrees of stiffness, Grace immediately noticed and moaned her satisfaction.  Mitch told Melissa to leave her mouth open. He reached an acceptable level of sensuality with the next kiss, and even more on the next. Melissa, prone to laughing during kissing, had relaxed and for the first time was feeling the passions rising within her as his soft wet lips and tongue explored her mouth. She even had felt the awareness of Mitch thrusting into her mother as his mouth moved with the motion and wondered what it must feel like.

          Mitch continued to kiss Melissa, not wanting to break the moment. He sensed her arousal and hunger growing. But he didn’t want to ignore Maggie, who must have been wondering when she would get another turn, so he slid his hand along her waist and hip, then between her legs again, rubbing her.

          Maggie was needing something more than a simple repeat of Mitch fingering her. She wanted his head back on her side, paying attention to her. She was feeling possessive and controlling, and a little bit jealous. She slid her body up high on the bed until her hips were right beside her mother’s head. Mitch stopped kissing Melissa long enough to see Maggie open her legs wide, her young pie just inches from his nose. Her thigh was pressing against the side of her mother’s head. Grace lifted her head and the thigh fell flat on the bed, making a nice pillow for her.

          Addressing Grace Mitch said: “I wonder what she wants me to do?”

          Grace smiled, “I can’t imagine.”

          Mitch kissed Grace and then Maggie’s clitoris. Sucking and nibbling it into a puffed little pillow.  The bed rocked from Mitch’s constant thrusts. Mitch looked up to see Melissa scooting up by her sister, and then letting her legs fall open. This caused a stutter-step in his rhythm of thrusts into her mother, because Melissa’s real estate between her legs was a perfectly wonderful sight. Smooth, milky skin, a cute nib peaking out at the top of her slit, and tight lips that begged to be licked and kissed. Only the slightest hint of some fuzz that had begun to lose some of it’s transparency broke the plane of milkyness.

          Grace rolled her eyes as Mitch tried to focus on the new close-up view. He alternated back and forth between the three, mixing their juices, but lingering longer on Melissa, enjoying the sensation of her clean slit as he hooked his tongue into her canal and then wiped upward, pressing firmly as the long train of his taste buds stimulated her button as they slowly slid past, and he stiffened even more seeing her reaction, rocking her hips to meet the next swipe.  And as if it couldn’t get any better for Mitch, Maggie was now continuing Melissa’s kissing lesson. Seeing this, Mitch rose up on his arms to take in the scene. He catalogued it all. At that moment he: 1) was driven deep inside a beautiful lady, her breasts full and bouncing; 2) on either side of her head were her 10 and 12 year old daughters’ pussies spread wide open for him to kiss lick at his leisure; 3) an erotic spectacle of the girls hugging and kissing each other while he did.

          Mitch noticed that Melissa was close to orgasm so he concentrated there long enough to make it happen, but at the same time, he let slip his resolve to not become overly aroused and climax before Grace. He huffed and puffed into Melissa’s pussy and they came together, Melissa letting out a squeak and straightening her legs, toes curled. But Grace was close, and she drank in the feeling of her man clenching deep inside her and gushing forth while at the same time her daughter’s leg came across her chest shivering delightfully. Grace joined them in a deeply satisfying climax.

          Maggie felt neglected, jealous, and betrayed, which then made her angry. Mitch tried consoling her but she shrugged him off and stormed out of the cabin into the night - the night full of the sounds of animals... She was acting like a typical adolescent having an emotional meltdown. Grace got up to follow her but Mitch headed her off, whispering in her ear: "She's fine, she'll be right back." and before she could argue Maggie slipped back in the door and slumped into one of the chairs on the porch, adding afraid and stupid to the list of things she was feeling.

          Before Melissa would go to bed, she insisted on being told a spooky story. "You have to, it's the rules for a camp out." She said.  Mitch began a story about when he was at the cabin alone with a friend's dog and a mountain lion began to scream from the woods nearby. He had gone out with the dog to investigate and saw several coyotes in his flashlight all sneaking up on the cougar in hopes of stealing its kill. Then a fight broke out in the woods and the dog sat quietly beside Mitch the whole time, not being brave enough to enter the fray. Of course Mitch dramatized the story significantly and drug it out to increase the suspense of it. After about ten minutes Maggie slipped into Mitch's lap, feeling the story in her spine having just ran into the night so foolishly. All was forgiven and everyone fell asleep before the end of the story except for Mitch. He carried the girls to their bed and tucked them in, kissing each one as he did. When he kissed Maggie, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him the way he had taught her, then said: "I'm sorry." into his ear and let him go. Mitch said "Good night sweetheart, I love you." into her ear, and kissed her once more.

          Mitch was up very early the next morning getting ready to leave. By eight o'clock they were all sitting in the Hanley Diner waiting for their breakfast and sipping coffee or water. This was Mitch's ritual departure from the cabin, to leave early and have breakfast in the small town nearby. It was a very pleasant place to eat and the food and service was excellent. The girls' eyes bugged out at the huge cinnamon rolls and waffles topped with whipped cream and strawberries.

          Although Grace may not have often shown it, she was a proud woman - in the sense that she can take care of herself and her girls without anyone's help. She had had to prove that to herself over and over again. And although Mitch never intends to suggest that Grace is in some way needy, he has a strong sense of chivalry and insisted on paying for breakfast and gas. Grace had been trying in small ways to pay Mitch back for saving their lives, and the chivalry and trip to the cabin was making progress very slow, if not backwards. Of course in Mitch's mind he was deeply indebted to Grace and the girls for adopting him into their clan, making his instinctive need to provide and take care of them kick in. So having heard Mitch say more than once that he wanted to bring his journal up to date and work on some other writing, Grace made Mitch promise that he would relax and get some writing done while she and the girls got some work done around the house. As it turned out, Mitch was continually interrupted by whichever girl felt she needed a break from her chores, and it made for an interesting writing session.

          Mitch sat at the kitchen table and began typing random thoughts to get himself in the mood. Just as he felt the meditative state consuming him and the speed of his typing and mental processes increased, Melissa came and stood next to him in her panties, watching him quietly. "What are you typing?" She asked.

          Mitch paused from typing and leaned back, "Words and sentences." He said as she took the opportunity to climb into his lap. She was in a mischievous mood, and for Melissa that meant more than just goofing around. Mitch tried to get back into the groove he had found, but with Melissa in his lap it was proving difficult. He had almost succeeded when Melissa decided to jokingly add a few characters of her own. Sufficiently scolded she sat and watched him type for a long time, finding it fun to read as he typed. She was amazed that he could think and type so quickly, almost faster than she could read it. And some of it was funny: like when he typed, "And I especially like Melissa's boney butt in my lap while I type. My right leg is numb! I really wish she would move to the other leg." She did, and Mitch took a moment to stretch his arms. Melissa caught one of his hands as it descended toward the keyboard and held it like a prize, turning it this way and that, and tracing her fingers delicately along the sinews and veins. Mitch asked for his hand back but She forced it down to her lap where she could hold on to it tighter if he should try to wrench free. He didn't. He was patiently waiting for her playfulness to subside so he could continue typing. Melissa felt aroused and wanted Mitch's attention on her, selfishly like the child she was, and like children often do when wanting attention, she went to extreme lengths to get it even though all the signs were there that that wasn't the time. She manipulated his hand so that it was between her legs, cupping her pubic mound. 

          Mitch removed his hand and gently ejected Melissa from his lap. Her feelings were slightly hurt and Mitch felt a twinge of guilt seeing her dejection, but she quickly recovered and begged to be able to sit quietly in his lap and read while he typed. For three quarters of an hour she sat and read as Mitch poured out his thoughts - unedited. More than once Melissa wanted to run and find her mom and sisters and tell them some of the things Mitch was writing about, but somehow she knew that she shouldn't. When she finally did get up and excuse herself, she promised Mitch she wouldn't tell anyone, even though he didn't ask.

          Maggie had checked on Mitch a couple of times only to find her sister in his lap. Maggie even told on her to her mother and Grace had come to rescue Mitch, but seeing how sweet and peaceful they looked, she didn't disturb them. So seeing Melissa walking out of the house, Maggie made her entrance. She had it in her mind that they would have a deep conversation, focusing on her feelings towards Mitch and hopefully hearing some of his feelings towards her.

          Mitch could read Maggie's mood and decided to hang up writing for a while. Maggie asked him some questions about his writing, mostly small talk, trying to find an in-road to the intimate discussion she had imagined. When she asked him why he chose the kitchen table, the busiest place in the house, he responded by telling her about his favorite place to write, the porch at the cabin. She reflected upon what she knew about it, the way it looked out over the cool river valley and was shaded by the tall cottonwoods, and then gave him an approving nod. "I'm usually by myself when I'm there." He said, noting how he had not found time to write this last visit.

          "My mom really likes you." She said, creating a sort of conversational whiplash.

          "'Like' doesn't do it for me anymore. I'm in love with your mom. I love all of you very much."  He said, sparking delight on Maggie's face that his feelings had escalated, and he had chosen to share it with her. Mitch continued, "You don't realize the difference you have made in my life." This made Maggie wonder if he meant her or all of them. "I mean, you've always had your mom and your sisters to keep you from feeling lonely. I have been alone for a long time. My boys only visit me once in a great while now that they are old enough to decide for themselves, and they have lots of friends that they miss when they are with me. When I'm alone without them, it is a loneliness that eats away at your heart. I barely feel like I'm part of their lives." Mitch trailed off, reflecting on his life.

          Looking up at Maggie after a significant pause, he pulled himself back into the moment. "You heard what I said to your mom, that I just want to hold you all in my arms forever. It's that strong."

          "I remember when you said that." She paused, thinking carefully about her words. "There's no reason for you to feel lonely any more. I hope you know you can always come to me if you are. I don't know why, but I know how you feel and it makes me love you even more. You can hold me as long as you want, any time you want." Again she paused, feeling apprehensive about saying what she had to say, "You can even make love to me, if it would help you...  I love you too. Like, a lot." 

          Mitch could not hide his fear and doubt at hearing this. Maggie wilted seeing his reaction and he quickly recovered himself and pushed his chair back, becoming her to come around and sit in his lap. He held her close and pushed the hair out of her face. "You know we can't do that." He said calmly. "We have to honor your mother."

          Maggie's shoulders slumped further. "But..."

          "I know it's hard. At your age you want to do things on your own and be independent." Mitch paused and took a deep breath. "Maggie, I am very attracted to you. You are incredibly beautiful. If we had your mother's blessing, I'd make love to you in a heartbeat. You are so special to me. You all are. That's why we can't risk it. The price is just too high. It would ruin everything we have now." Again Mitch paused, reflecting on what he was saying. Then he remembered masturbating her the night before: how she didn't seem to have her virginity intact. "If you really want us to make love, you need to talk to your mother. She is incredibly open minded. She would love the fact that you shared your most private feelings with her, and the worst she can do is say no. I think you will be surprised at how she responds if you are completely honest with her. Tell her everything - even about this talk we are having.

          They fell silent while Maggie considered Mitch's words. She knew he was right, but there was a strong subconscious desire deep within her emotional well that made her want him all to herself, secretly. But if he wouldn't be with her secretly, her mother was the next logical step, and she actually felt confident that she would be able to sway her into letting her 'borrow' him - because she didn't want to do it in front of her mother or her sisters.

          Mitch waited for what he thought was long enough for Maggie to consider what he had said, and then he broached the topic he had been brooding over: "Maggie, sweetheart, how did you lose your virginity?"

          Puzzled, Maggie raised her head from his shoulder and looked at him. "What?" She said in disbelief.

          "You're not a virgin. How did you lose your virginity?"

          "I didn't. What are you talking about? And how would you know anyway?" Maggie said, not understanding why or how the subject changed so quickly. Why was Mitch making accusations? She thought.

          "Your hymen is gone."

          "My what?"

          "Sweetheart, what do you think virginity means?" He asked.

          "If you've done it then you're not a virgin any more." She said simply.

          "Well, that's not quite right. All girls have a hymen. It's a thin membrane that blocks the vagina. If it's broken, then you're not a virgin anymore." Mitch watched her face as the dominoes fell into place and she pieced it all together. Then her head slumped back to his shoulder. "How did yours get broken?" He asked.

          Maggie knew. Mitch knew she knew. She was embarrassed and didn't want to talk about it, so she sat there, silent.

          "Honey, I just want to know. I'm not mad or judging you or anything. You can trust me. You know that."

          Finally Maggie loosed her tongue "I knew about virginity, kind of. I never heard it called that before. I thought it was farther inside. One of my friends used to call it a cherry." She paused for a long moment carefully choosing her next words. "I used my mom's vibrator. I remember feeling something, and it hurt at first, but I didn't think it was that."

          Mitch let this sink in. He was relieved, but found himself at a loss for words. At length he said, "I am so relieved. I guess your mom doesn't know." Maggie shook her head, and then Mitch had an idea. "Well, I still think you should tell your mom about all of this. She was your age once, and she remembers. And even though she might not set you free to do whatever you want, I bet she will treat you more like an adult. She will respect you for it. I promise."

          Maggie's eyes were staring at a point in space, she was imagining her mother's reaction. At length she excused herself from Mitch's lap and quietly left the room, leaving him alone in the glow of his laptop

          It wasn't until that Monday, when the girls were all out of the house that Grace approached Mitch about the long talk she had had with Maggie. She confessed up front about the jealousy she had felt once she realized the extent of the intimacy they had shared. But she had quickly gotten past it. Mainly because she was immediately delving into the same intimate topics with her daughter, reveling in the bond that quickly grew as she did, and knew that Mitch was the reason it was happening in the first place. You can't feel jealous of someone AND feel closer and more connected to the person at the same time. And her fear at not knowing what her daughter might be up to, remembering how she had been when she was her age, had all but vanished. With this kind of openness, she at least felt like her worst fear was under control: The fear that Maggie would end up pregnant or sick with an STD.

          Sitting at the same table that Mitch and Maggie had had their talk, now Grace poured herself out to Mitch, thinking out loud in a meandering way and hoping that some insight would magically appear. "I'm torn in two about Maggie. On the one hand I want to slap her. Knock some sense into her, ground her, lock her in her room. But I know that would just drive her away from me. I let my anger flood out at her so suddenly. It almost shut her down, but she said that you wanted her to tell me everything, and she doggedly stuck to it. It was an amazingly mature thing to do. I am so proud of her." Grace reached for the box of tissue, feeling her emotions welling up. And then realizing she needed to acknowledge Mitch's role, she placed her hand on his forearm and said, "I can't begin to tell you what a difference you have made in our lives." And now her tears flowed freely. After a long pause she said: "I could kick myself for losing control of my anger like that. But what am I supposed to do? I can't just set her up with condoms and birth control - and some KY - so that she'll end up with God only knows who. If I put my foot down hard, she might come home pregnant. The thing that has me so afraid is..." She paused, not really certain exactly what fear she was referring to. She almost said, "because I know her so well.." but then she realized it wasn't Maggie she was referring to. "It's me!" She said. "Mitch, when I was her age I used to sneak out of the house. I still don't know why I didn't end up pregnant." Again, another long pause. Sniffing and blowing her nose. "What should I do?"

          Mitch knew better than to try to answer that question. He repeated over and over in his head: "Don't offer any advice..."  Remembering what he had read in a magazine article about how to hang on to a good woman. "It's perfectly normal to feel that way." He said, quoting from the same article.

          "I'm sorry I got mad at you." She said.

          "At me? I didn't think you were mad at me."

          "Well, I was for a little while. Right after I realized she was sneaking around behind my back. To me it was a sign that she might try sneaking out of the house. And now I'm thanking my lucky stars that it's you, because it has all moved in a totally new direction. And I think it is probably going to be fine, although I'm not sure why. Mainly I think it's just because we have a dialogue with her now - if we can just keep it open. That's the trick. Keep her engaged in the dialogue. Anyway, it was jealousy, pure and simple. It was her I was mad at and I took it out on you."

          "That's the human way." He said.

          "Yeah, but you didn't deserve any of it." She looked kindly at him across the table. He took her hand and kissed it. Grace felt her affections toward Mitch taking hold of her. "Everything I know about you..., I mean, everything important at least, I didn't have to find out on my own, the hard way. You have offered yourself up to me, exposing yourself, vulnerable, and that has made me trust you more than anyone I've ever known. And considering you are a man, that is really saying something." She fell silent, pondering her words even further, and confirming to herself again the truth in them.

          Mitch was still fighting back the urge to give her advice. Even if just to fill the spaces in their conversation. Thoughtfully he said, "You're a good mother, Grace. Some day, when you're holding your grandchild, you will look lovingly back on these times. You will feel the peace that comes at being over the hump, and you will realize everything has turned out fine. I have no doubt."

          This sparked some vivid images in Grace's mind - holding her grandchild - and how she must look old as a grandmother. With Maggie wanting her sexual freedom, it seemed right around the corner. The only way to postpone that unpleasantness was to keep Maggie from getting pregnant. She knew it wouldn't change the way in which she aged, but at least she would not have to acknowledge that she was a grandmother. As vain as these thoughts were, to Grace they were almost at the heart of her fear for the future - and now she reached out to Mitch in an earnest plea, "Mitch, what do you think I should do?"

          Mitch studied her serious face, and noted how she waited for his answer, no matter how long it took. She meant it. She wanted his advice. "Grace, I don't know if I'm qualified to give advice on the subject." He paused, looking down at the table.

          "But I know I can trust you. You'll tell me what I need to know - not what I want to hear. And I don't trust myself. I want too much to be her friend, and friends tell friends what they want to hear."

          "So do lovers." He said simply.

          "Yeah, but not you."

          "Maybe, but if my advice seemed to you to be self-serving, even if it were the right thing to do, it would not be accepted as honest and true. That's the position I'm in. I'm too new and too close to the center. I feel like I'm spinning in the inner circle so fast that I'm going to fly off and ricochet off of someone or something, never to be heard from again. I think in this case you need to decide what to do on your own. You are the key to your daughter's health - mind, body, and spirit. It's your responsibility to decide how to influence her, walking that fine line between being her friend and being her mother. I don't envy you that, but then again I do."

          Grace choked up again. These were very dear words to her. He trusted her to do what was right. No one had ever trusted Grace about her ability to be a good parent. At least they never showed it. But still she wanted his opinion, so again she asked him, "Please Mitch, I won't hold you responsible, but I value your opinion so much that I would feel negligent not to get it."

          Mitch breathed in deeply and slowly let it out. "Well, I guess I can tell you how I feel about the whole thing - because I care for you all very deeply. But I'm afraid I'll only be stating the obvious. It might not be of much help...   Like: make sure she completely understands the risks she faces getting sexually involved with teenaged boys; Try to find some way to keep her safe without making her feel like a child; Keep that dialogue open at all costs - make her feel perfectly safe expressing her desires to you and around you; Find a way to make her believe that her life is her own, that the decisions are hers to make, and that when it comes to love, lust, and sex, we are all helpless to think clearly and make good choices." Mitch stopped, and then added, "That's all."

          Grace's face had grown long, trying to absorb his words and committing them to memory, "OH, that's all, huh?" She looked down at her hands. "I feel lost. She knows the risks. She knows it's dangerous. I need a strategy, a plan to keep her reigned in."

          "Some of the biggest risks are the one's parent's never even think about. We are too practical at our age. And we are programmed to allow our children to have children, not to keep them from it. For some strange reason parents are always in denial about the true risks to their children when it comes to sex. I think it's so they WILL end up pregnant."

          "Well, tell me. Don't keep me in the dark."

          "It's teenaged boys. They are the risk. If we had one here with us, in the fold, we could get the dialogue going and it would be controllable. But we can't. She wants to do it on her own. Probably another programmed instinctive behavior to ensure she ends up pregnant. Young people are never prepared for sex. It is always a spontaneous event. She will say, "We need a condom", and he will say "I'll pull out in time", and she'll make him promise. They barely get started and he begins ejaculating. Out of embarrassment he doesn't pull out, and pretends it didn't happen. Or he does pull out, but goes right back to it after a few minutes. Or they think that if they masturbate beforehand, that that will make him last longer, but in both cases, the residual sperm gets her pregnant. Hundreds of thousands of viable sperm continue to seep out long after a boy ejaculates." He paused to see if this was new information to her. "These are the types of things you should be talking about... Uhm, in my opinion."

          Grace had to admit to herself that she didn't think along those lines. And what Mitch described was a huge possibility. "Maybe you should talk to her. Tell her what you told me. She would listen to you before she would me."

          "Maybe you should at least try first. If you're not satisfied, then I'll talk to her."

          "I did try. She was trying her best to get my permission to have intercourse with you. She just wasn't hearing what I was saying."

          "She had an agenda. Were you able to hear her? I mean, did you acknowledge her feelings and empathize with her? After all, it was Maggie that came to you."

          "Not really. No, I didn't. I wasn't happy at all with how I handled her. And I couldn't seem to make any headway at changing my mood once it was established. I just can't seem to turn off my mothering instinct, and it's going to drive her away." 

          Mitch thought a moment. He has long had suspicions about mothering instinct with regards to daughters. "You're right. I think you are absolutely right. It is instinct. And all of our instinct was designed to get our genes passed on. You are intentionally driving her away, telling her that she needs to leave the nest if she wants to have sex. Because usually the father is in the nest and that's a genetic dead end." 

          Grace looked doubtfully at Mitch. He patiently listened to her doubts and then explained some of the theories of Evolutionary Psychology - Especially the ones that were easy to understand. The examples clearly described situations where people go about their lives being driven by their emotions (which is synonymous with instinct) and don't have the least notion of the true motives or origins of the resulting behaviors. The examples were convincing enough that Grace was able to cast some doubt on the direction she had taken with Maggie, fearing that somehow she was subconsciously setting her up to become pregnant while being in denial of it all. At length she asked, "But this all seems to go against my naturist philosophy. I mean, you and I agree on everything about how healthy this lifestyle is, and all the philosophy is, really, is to cater to our instinctive selves, to live open and free and be able to follow our desires without fear of perversion under religious zealots or puritan societal attitudes. Why is this aspect of our instinctive desires at odds with my philosophy? Why is this aspect un-healthy?"

          "I don't think it is un-healthy. It is just not compatible with our society, and since many of our instinctive behaviors are designed to adapt to our constantly changing societal norms, a puritan norm will force the behaviors underground, covered under layers of denial and secrecy. The healthy aspect of the behavior, I mean, in my opinion, is that it is designed to allow Maggie to raise her first child while still in the care of her loving mother - like going to a class where you are the teacher - a class named "How to be a strong woman, be a good mother, raise a child, and survive, 101".  But a bigger aspect of her career in motherhood has to do with getting married, and that depends a lot on her perceived status in our puritan society, and that requires her to be a virgin. Our society is at odds with that aspect of our design. You have adapted to it and are savagely protecting your daughter's perceived status within society - another strong instinct you don't even realize you are catering to. You are a puritan when it comes to your daughters' natural desires to mate. Your behavior is contrary to what nature intends. There is not a single species on earth that doesn't mate the moment the female is fertile."

          Grace sat, staring at Mitch in disbelief. Not that his words didn't make sense and strike at the heart of the matter, but disbelief that he can be so damned smart. She felt stupid, naive, and ignorant sitting there squinting in his brilliance. "How... I mean where did you learn all of this?"

          "I read a lot." He said.

          That didn't help her feeling stupid. "So what should I do?" She asked, a frustrated edge to her tone of voice.

          "Do what you think is right for your daughter." Mitch said calmly.

          "Well duh! That's what I've been doing!" She said, even more frustrated.

          "No, you've been doing what you feel is right, not what you think is right. There is a big difference."

          "Would you stop with the puzzles and tell me what you THINK I should do?"

          "Meditate." Mitch said.

          "Meditate? Jesus H Christ!  if this rollercoaster doesn't stop I'm going to puke." Grace was growing so frustrated that anger was now rising up and taking control of her. It wasn't like Grace at all. She sat there stunned at her behavior. "I'm sorry Mitch. I don't know what has come over me all of a sudden." She said, trying to bring herself back down to earth.

          "I do, I've seen it before." He said, still calm and collected.

          "What?" Grace asked, still edgy.

          "Take some deep breaths. Try to relax and I'll tell you." 

          Grace did, and after a significant pause she smiled at Mitch and he began: "This is difficult to explain, and even more difficult to understand...  There is a part of your subconscious mind that is directly tied into our instinctive selves. It is the link between our consciousness and our biology. It watches everything we do and decides how we are to react emotionally to situations in our lives. We are totally unaware of it lurking behind the scenes pushing buttons that make us "feel" certain ways, all so that we will "behave" certain ways. I've nicknamed him 'The Lurker'. He can think for himself and make difficult decisions based on his own set of motives: survival, mating, and raising children. That is what he is concerned with. Nothing else. The Lurker wants you and your daughters to mate and raise as many healthy children as possible so that your DNA will pass on." Mitch paused, waiting for Grace to catch up. "Our emotions are his tools - his carrots and sticks. And he does it with a lot of smoke and mirrors, keeping us in the dark.  He was listening when I told you to stop reacting emotionally and think about what is good for your daughter. He felt threatened and pressed a few buttons to make you stop listening to me. That's what came over you all of a sudden."

          "But how can meditation help?" She asked.

          "The whole idea behind meditation is to find a quiet state where emotional responses are snuffed out, leaving our perception un-distorted. It temporarily separates us from our instinct."

          Mitch taught Grace how to meditate, and she took to it like a duckling in a puddle. Their whirlwind romance had slowed since Mitch was working a job on the opposite side of town, and they didn't get at chance to be together as a clan until the following weekend. That's when Maggie came up to Mitch with incredibly bright and smiling eyes and pulled him outside to the side of the house and said, "She's going to let me."

          "You're kidding." Said Mitch.  Maggie shook her head.  Mitch felt panic welling up and struggled to keep it from showing on his face. He began working out how to tell Maggie that he couldn't do it when his own words came back to him and echoed in his ears... 'If we had your mother's blessing, I would make love to you in a heartbeat.' was what he had promised her - not really believing it could happen. "Well, I can't wait to hear your mother explain what changed her mind." He smiled affectionately and spun her around, trying to share in her excitement. Later, he sat and listened to Grace describe the insight she had gained during her meditations.

          "What I found out is that 'the lurker' has some denial of his own. His whole thing is instinctive behavior. He wants us to go through the motions. And he can't understand or acknowledge the idea of contraception or even see the risks of disease. All of the other aspects of my philosophy are healthy because they cater to 'him', the Lurker. We find peace and feel secure and well-adjusted when the Lurker is happy. Allowing Maggie to engage in the behavior, in a controlled environment where she won't get pregnant or contract a disease, will solve all of our problems. Mitch, do you realize that most mental illness is because we deny ourselves what the Lurker is urging us to do? That it's the war within us that causes us to become emotionally ill? My philosophy, at its core, is to be true to ourselves. Now that I understand this new aspect of my mind, I can see exactly why it works."  She paused, trying to contain her excitement. "I can't thank you enough for opening my eyes. It's fate that brought you to me. God, Mitch, I have so much to share with you... Do you realize that now that my perspective has changed with regards to Maggie, being in agreement with my own Lurker about allowing my daughter to mate, that he has removed all of the emotions that were polluting my mind? We are cooperating, and it has made us both very happy - and healthy.  I know the same will be true for Maggie."

          "Have you told her any of this?" Mitch asked.

          "Not really. No. I just told her that we will work something out. She was so cute the way she squeaked and ran around the room, hugging me and kissing me and bouncing on the bed. I told her not to say anything to her sisters."

          "Really? I thought being open and honest was part of the philosophy." He said.

          "Well, yes and no. Maggie and I talked again, and I was listening closely to her feelings this time. Her Lurker wants secrecy. It seems to be an important part of the behavior. I guess it makes sense if she isn't intended to marry yet. He wants her to sneak off and get pregnant. Apparently he makes it a playful event, like a game rather than a passionate romance." Grace paused, looking deep into Mitch's eyes. "Will you help me fool him into thinking he has succeeded?"

          Mitch sat silent for a long moment, rubbing his face nervously. "What if once isn't enough? What if we get caught somehow? What if you become jealous?" he paused "Won't you be with me? Does secret mean you won't be with us?  I don't like the idea of that."

          "No, ever since I started cooperating with him, he has assured me that we can all be happy with the arrangement. After all, the Lurkers are in control of our happiness."

          "You've talked with your Lurker?" Mitch asked surprised by her words.

          "Not really, He talks by pushing the emotion buttons. So if you play out the scenarios in your mind, keeping your perspective and intentions clear, he tells you how he feels about it. Perspective makes a huge difference. He knows I have divorced myself from the societal norm, so my denial isn't necessary any more. He is incredibly happy about that." 

          "Wow, I'm not sure I can go through with this."

          Grace wrapped her arms around him. "Don't you see? Your Lurker wants it to be secret too. You've always loved the titillating games with the girls. You are exactly in since with her and her Lurker. So be true to yourself. She is an incredibly beautiful, fertile young woman, you are a virile bull: You have my permission to sneak off and have sex with my daughter, as soon as you get a vasectomy." She kissed him lovingly, laughing inside at his shocked demeanor. "Here, I made an appointment for you." Grace handed him a card from a local doctor with an appointment for Monday afternoon.

          Now it was Mitch's turn to feel naive and stupid. Much of Grace's insight had never even occurred to him before, but he knew that she was exactly right in her interpretation of everything.

          "Just remember Mitch, it's not supposed to be a romance. It's a game. A titillating, sexy game." 

          "How can it be secret if we know that you know what we are... did I say that right?"

          Grace laughed. "The Lurker doesn't seem to care. The same way he doesn't care that you have had a vasectomy. Science and medicine puritan values are not part of our evolutionary history. Sex is. All he knows is the act. If you go through the motions, sneakily and secretly, He'll be happy."

          "Grace, I am slowly realizing that I am deeply terrified. What we are doing is so unbelievably illegal. If anything ever happened where this got out, not only would it destroy Maggie, but I'd take the blame and then kill myself to save you, you know that don't you?"  Mitch was dead serious. Grace went pale as her excitement came to a screeching halt. "I mean, people are right when they say that sex is traumatic for a young girl, and can destroy her life - what they don't say (or even realize) is that it is the publicity and invasion of the media and legal system that does all of the damage." He said seriously.

          "I know, but I've always been a rebel, and I refuse to sacrifice my daughter's health, and my relationship with her. I refuse to compromise. I have been handed an ultimatum: either allow her to find her own mate and become pregnant and possibly become sick with AIDS, or keep her under the fold and allow her the freedom to express her sexuality in a safe environment." She paused, trying to quell the rising passion in her voice, "There is nothing wrong with sex, God Damn it!  What is wrong with people?...  She is my daughter and I'll be damned if I'll be manipulated away from what is basic common sense. I'd rather move out of the country and knock the dust off of my shoes."

          Mitch pulled her into his arms and held her tight. "You're right. You're right about everything, including the fact that my Lurker is urging me to sneak off with Maggie. But he and I are both worried about the aftermath. He is trying very hard to convince me that the risk is minimal - and he is very persuasive. I sort of believe him."

          "The girls are all very sensitive and aware of what loose talk can do. They are used to it. I'll remind Maggie and urge her to be cautious, but I know it will make her feel stupid. She already knows." She said.

          "Well, it will make me feel a whole lot better if you did." Mitch paused, thinking of how to ask what had popped into his head. "Should I pretend it is actually a secret and not tell you about it? Or do you want to hear how it went?" He asked.

          "Uhh, I don't know. I don't think it matters. Might as well just keep it to yourself. But if I ask, you have to tell me everything, Okay?"

          "Deal." He said.

 

          Several days after Mitch had his operation, an opportunity presented itself. Or maybe Grace did it intentionally: She took Melissa and Paula with her to run errands and shop for the afternoon, and then attend a birthday party for one of Paula's friends. She made a point of calling Mitch, even though it seemed there was no good reason to. Maggie would be at home alone all afternoon.

          Mitch called the house and Maggie picked up. "Hello?"

          "Hi there sweetheart, I hear you are stuck at home all alone." He said.

          "Yeah, I can't stand shopping with my mom. And especially with Paula and Melissa. They are so immature, it's totally embarrassing." She said.

          "I can relate." Mitch paused. "Uhm, the reason I called was... Uhm, well, if you're bored, I thought we could goof around a while." Mitch said awkwardly.

          "Really? You mean it?" She squeaked in Mitch's ear. "Awesome, come get me. Where are you? How long? I want to take a shower and..." She said, rapid fire.

          "Can't we just stay there?" Mitch asked.

          "Oh, yeah, I guess." Maggie was a little disappointed. "I just thought..." She trailed off, feeling foolish.

          "What is it? Tell me. I don't care one way or the other." He said.

          "Nothing, I just thought, I mean I imagined it would be fun to go to the drive through and buy me an ice cream. You know?" She said.

          This caught Mitch a little off guard. But he loved ice cream. "I would love to. That sounds great. I'm on my way, so you better hurry up and get ready."

          "Okay, gotta go, bye." and she slammed down the receiver.

          Mitch only had to wait about 30 minutes after he arrived at the house. She emerged in a very accessorized outfit, complete with lacy knee length tights, two layered skirts, suspenders, a lacy top and a push-up bra. Pink, yellow and blue highlights in her hair, sparkles on her shoulders and cheeks, and a strong smelling teeny-bopper brand of perfume. Her make-up was modest except for bright pink lips, and she was chewing bubble gum. She had obviously gone way overboard trying to be attractive and sexy. The whole package was a big turn-off to Mitch, but he knew he would easily get over it.

          Maggie guided Mitch to her favorite drive through. Along the way she called three of her friends urging them to get their dad's to meet them there. Two of them did. The girls sat in the bed of Mitch's truck with their ice cream, chatting excitedly and flirting with the teenage boys driving by in their tricked out cars, feeling larger than life. The men sat on the tailgate making small talk. It occurred to Mitch that Maggie was proud of him, and that this whole trip was intended to flaunt him to her friends. It was actually helping him to relax because he felt normal among the dad's, and it was a testament that he was more important to her as a taxi than anything else. At least to the other dads and their daughters. But then one of the girls threw her arms around her dad's neck and insisted on a piggy back ride. She got it, which prompted a game of chicken where the girls, riding their respective males, began pushing and pulling each other trying to topple each other onto the asphalt - the little dears. All seemed fine until Maggie yanked down her friend's top and both of her breasts sprang out, giving dozens of eyes a full view, since the spectacle of the chicken fight had the whole place staring. Of course Mitch had a close-up view. As he slid Maggie off of his back, aborting the game, a police cruiser came drifting by, looking at them suspiciously. The officer riding shotgun saw Maggie's friend struggling to cover herself up, and the tears welling up in her eyes. He signaled to his partner to stop the car and he got out, not looking like he was in a good mood.

          "What seems to be the trouble?" The officer asked to the crying girl. Mitch opened his mouth but was pre-empted by her father.

          "Hey Johnny, How you been? It's me Clark." He said. The officer slowly screwed his face into a surprised expression as he pieced his memories together.

          "Clark,  Michael Clark - I never thought you'd cut off that mop of yours. I barely recognized you."

          "Yeah, I get that a lot." Michael Clark leaned in confidentially toward the officer and talked softly, "Hey, my daughter is embarrassed enough as it is. The girls were goofing around and her top came down. Everybody was watching. Do we have to make a big deal about it?" He said, reading the situation perfectly.

          "Oh, no problem. Actually, I thought you were college punks from Columbia trying to hit on some teeny-boppers. This place is a hang-out. You wouldn't believe what we have to deal with." The officer backed up toward the patrol car, "Do you golf? We need a fourth next weekend for our charity tournament." He asked.

          "I sure do. Hey, call me. I'm in the book." Mr. Clark yelled as the officer climbed back in his patrol car. The officer waved acknowledgment as the car's lights flashed to life and they raced away, apparently responding to a call on the radio. Turning to Mitch and the other dad, Michael Clark said, "I'm getting out of here while the getting is good." grabbing his daughter by the wrist and planting her in his car.

          Maggie had been apologizing ever since it happened, saying it was an accident, and she continued saying she was sorry even as they drove away. When their eyes finally met, Maggie saw that Mitch was not happy.  In the car heading for her house, Mitch grumbled at her, "Maggie, it was no accident. You tried the same thing to the other girl, I was right there. Lying is no way to get yourself out of trouble. Your friend knows you did it on purpose, lying just makes your apology meaningless to her." He waited to see if she wanted to say anything, She didn't. They drove in silence for several minutes. Mitch now regretted that he made a stink about her lying. It seemed like there was no way to get things rolling toward a more playful mood again. He wanted to very badly. Finally he reached out and took her hand. Then he traded it for the other one - so that he was holding her right hand with his right hand. Grasping her fingers in the classic starting position, he challenged her to a thumb war. It quickly got so competitive that he had to pull to the side of the road, with her lack of ethics she was using her other hand to free her trapped thumb each time he pinned her. Now they waged war with both hands.

          "Whoever gets both thumbs pinned at the same time wins." Maggie proclaimed.  Mitch promptly pinned both of her thumbs and pulled back onto the road, Maggie flush with excitement was now smiling large. She unbuckled her seatbelt and slid over next to Mitch. His hand came to rest on her knee. Maggie traced patterns in the hair on his forearm, then she pinched a few of the hairs and lifted them, "Look, mountains." She said devilishly.

          "Yeah, I see that, and it hurts, in case you were wondering." He said.

          "I think you can take it." She said, but refrained from doing it again. Instead, she tangled her arms around his arm affectionately and rested her head on his shoulder. "Where are we going?" She asked.

          "Back to your house, I guess. Unless you have a better idea." Mitch said.

          "Are we going to make love?"

          "I hope so." Mitch said, squeezing her knee reassuringly.

          "Can we go to a hotel? I don't want to go home." She said hopefully.

          "I'd rather not. It might be risky if the wrong person happens recognize one of us."

          "Oh, yeah. I guess it would be kind of suspicious." Maggie said, falling silent and slowly resigning to the idea of doing it in her home. But Mitch got an idea.

          "How about we go to the cabin?" He asked.

          "Can we? Really? Oh, Mitch, that would be so awesome."

          "Sure we can. It's my cabin isn't it?" He smiled and whipped into a sudden U-turn that sent Maggie across the cab and against her door.

          "God, you're a maniac!" She said laughing.

          "Sorry, you don't have your seatbelt on. Shame on you."

          "So spank me why don't you." She said sarcastically.

          "Maybe I should. You'd probably love it. But sometimes I don't know my own strength and it really hurts. So you better behave young lady." Mitch said sarcastically.

          Maggie, with a more serious tone to her voice asked, "Do you like that? I mean I can't remember what they call it, but some people like that, you know, spanking and hurting. I saw some people like that at the nudist camp once."

          "Not at all. But if you like it, I'll do it for you." Mitch looked down at Maggie and added, "We can do anything we want. Anything."

          "Tell me what you like." She said, with 'please' implied in her tone.

          "Me?"

          "Yes, you. C'mon, please?" She pleaded.

          "Okay, but you have to tell me what you like. And I don't mean something lame like 'sex', you have to describe exactly what you fantasize about - what you want to do really bad but would be afraid to ask because you think it might seem weird. Okay?"

          "Not prob. I already know mine." Maggie wiggled excitedly in her seat urging Mitch to get started.

          "Well, first of all, since I'm a man, I like to look at pretty girls. I like to watch them take their clothes off - especially if they are stripping for me, you know, looking at me with a sexy look while the clothes slowly peel away. I could watch a beautiful girl dance naked for hours. And if she happens to be young and beautiful, like you, then I could watch for days or weeks. Then I like to lay back and let her take my pants off, and watch her suck on me, looking me in the eyes. Then I like to stand up and watch her on the bed spread her legs wide open to me, a clean young vagina to lick, and a cute button to suck on." Mitch didn't realize the affect his words were having on Maggie. When he looked over towards her, she had a desperate, hungry look on her blushed face.

          "What else?" She said quietly, but demandingly.

          "I guess I'd just like to watch you masturbate for a while, while you watch me stroking myself. Then, if you turn over with your butt in the air, I can slide my thumb inside you while I rub myself. I guess I just like to see you naked where it seems like you're begging me to...Uhm.." He paused.

          "Begging you to fuck me?" She said smiling.

          "Yes, thank you." Mitch said, feeling his jeans straining at the seams. He adjusted himself slightly. Maggie noticed and started rubbing his bulge.

          "Mmmmm," She moaned, feeling the rock. "how much farther is it?" she asked anxiously.

          "About 30 minutes." He stated.

          "So is that all?" Maggie asked.

          "No, of course not. All of that is just because I like to tease myself as long as possible before taking the plunge. I like to be really hard and stiff when I first slide it in, so you can feel how hot you made me right from the start. And I like to watch it going in and out at first, like with your butt in the air, but then I like to lay on top of you, and... fuck you properly,  until I cum inside you." Mitch paused, getting ready to twist the whole thing around. "But that is the adult version. With you, I would enjoy just about anything as long as we ended up doing it several times. And I think it might be a blast to play sex games or something at first, you know, where we can order each other around to do all kinds of kinky, sexy things." He said.

          "Is that it?" Maggie asked.

          "Yep, that's all. Your turn."

          "That's all! I can't beat that."

          "You don't have to beat it. You just have to tell me what turns you on - even if it's the same thing. I want to hear you say it... I mean, just tell me your biggest fantasy.  Guys are easy, they all like to look at naked girls and put their penis inside things. Girls are much more complicated. Just try to be as honest as you can. You can't say anything too weird. Tell me what gets you wet."

          "Huh, I get wet every time I see you." Maggie said, glancing shyly at Mitch who smiled warmly back at her.

          "That's what I like. You know what I like!" He yelled, banging the steering wheel excitedly. She waited until he calmed back down, looking at him like he's flipped his nut. At length Maggie began to speak. Very quietly at first, and awkwardly, but soon she was swimming in her head, in that wonderful fantasy, and her voice took on a dreamy, sultry quality that had Mitch squirming in his seat.

          "...that the man who saved my life and pulled me out of a burning car would climb up the side of a mountain just to kiss me. Even though I owe him my life, he promises that he will always love me and he will do anything I ask him to do - he will give me anything I ask him to give me. But his love was so strong that when I asked him to rub my shoulders, he couldn't stop. And with people in the other room, and the door ajar, he began to pull at my clothes. I begged him to stop but he wouldn't. He dared me to scream out loud if I wouldn't have him right then and there. I could have screamed if I wanted to, and they would have come in and killed him if I asked them to, but I didn't scream. I begged him to stop as he opened my legs. I saw the hunger on his face. He knew I wanted him desperately, that I loved him even more than he did me. He could see that I was very wet for him. He kissed me deeply and I felt him push inside me. I could still hear the voices in the other room. I could see the light from the door shift as people glided past. I love him so much. He had to have me. He risked his life to have me." Maggie fell silent. Mitch ran his fingers through her hair. She had slid down during her story and put her head in his lap. She rubbed her cheek across his bulge periodically.  "That was the fantasy I had when I used my mom's vibrator. You were in the other room with my mom and Melissa and Paula. I could see you sitting in the chair playing with Melissa. It was right after you saved us, I mean after we found out who you were, and you had started working on the bathroom. Really though, I want to play games too. Maybe later we can pretend like we are in my fantasy."

          "You are amazing. I can hardly wait. Look, there's the turn. We're almost there."  Mitch raced up to the turn off and squealed the tires as they careened onto the gravel road, fish-tailing sideways and spraying gravel everywhere."

          "You are insane!" Maggie cried. "Just because you saved me doesn't mean you get to kill me!" But she was laughing as she said it and she rolled down her window, waving her arms and screaming excitedly into the woods.

          Mitch gave Maggie a piggyback ride into the cabin and threw her down on the bed. "Have you thought of a game we can play? I don't know if I should trust you to make up the rules." He said, while opening some windows and pulling back the curtains. He wanted as much light in the cabin was possible.

          "No, but we won't be thumb wrestling, that's for sure." She said, watching Mitch move about the cabin. "I know, we can do Rock, Scissors, Paper!"

          "Yeah, that will work - and it's fast. We don't have much time." He said.

          "How long do we have?" She asked, worried.

          "About three hours." Mitch said.

          "Three hours? That's a long time." She complained.

          "Not if I never get tired of looking at you." Mitch said, holding his fist out to her. She raised her fist and they chanted 1-2-3. Mitch won. "Aha, Now I've got you.  ...let's see..." Mitch sat on the bed, and in a deep ogre's voice he said, "Take off your shirt slowly and then put your nipples in my mouth one at a time until I tell you to stop. Then you can put your shirt back on because I like to watch you take it off, over and over." The ogre act helped to make it seem like he wasn't that perverted, even though he was. Maggie slowly raised her shirt, turned her back on Mitch, and slid it over her head and it floated to the floor. She turned, shyly cupping her hands over her breasts, then she flung her arms wide open and proudly displayed her small pert breasts for him. Stepping forward, she leaned in and touched her nipple to Mitch's lips. He nibbled it very softly, very slightly. She switched to the other nipple and her repeated the nibble exactly. Her nipples hardened and became like miniature pencil erasers. She switched again. Mitch sucked the tip. On the next lap he licked around them. She sped up her switching from breast to breast. He ended up sucking in her entire wet breast and then squeezing it slipping out between his lips. Back and forth several times until he finally had her stand back so he could see her plum sized breasts, wet and shining in the evening sun that was now streaming in through the window. Pulling her back, he kissed her. Then he handed her her shirt, relinquishing his turn.

          "1-2-3. Mitch won again. "If you don't mind, I think I would really enjoy watching you get naked while you walk around the room."  Maggie was warming up to the game. She wagged her finger at him and warned him for when she would eventually win a round. She tried her best to be a sultry stripper for him. She even stood facing away from him with her feet apart and rocked her hips forward, turning her anus upward and bringing her tight slit into clear view. Mitch groaned his approval out loud.

          Maggie won the third round. "You have to masturbate for me while you watch me." She said sternly, placing her hands on her hips expectantly. Mitch slowly dropped his pants and leaned back on his elbow on the bed. He stood his limp erection up with his free hand and watched as Maggie spread her legs standing in front of him and pushed her pubic mound out as far as she could to expose her clitoris. She rubbed the small nib delicately with the tip of her middle finger. Mitch's erection straightened quickly and he stroked it for her while his eyes danced all over her adolescence. At length, Maggie leaned over him and looked closely at his erection. She pushed his hands away and grasped it in her hand. Pumping him slightly she seductively moved her mouth closer and closer, opening it and hovering over the head. Saliva dripped from her lip and landed on the tip. Mitch's anticipation nearly overwhelmed him. He wanted to grab her head and shove it into her mouth. Another drip. Closer. Her sweet angelic face was poised to suck on him. He studied her, trying to understand what it was that made it so obviously youthful. His study was interrupted by her lips sliding over him and sucking him much deeper than he thought she would be able to. She didn't pump on him. Instead, she pulled off slurping loudly and smiled up at him. Then she kissed his penis with a loud smack and plunged her mouth back over him only to pull off again smiling up at him. Over and over she repeated this until Mitch's erection was purple with strain. Then, unexpectedly, she stood up and started getting dressed. "I'm done." She said.

          Mitch waited for Maggie to finish putting her clothes back on. As soon as she did, they faced off. "1-2-3." Maggie won again. She told Mitch to stand up from the bed and get naked. She stripped for him for the third time, then climbed onto the bed, pointing her ass at the ceiling. "Rub me with it." She said. Mitch gratefully came forward and rubbed the head of his erection around her vagina and up her crack and back again. "Try pushing it in. Slowly." Mitch focused in on the wet gap that was her opening and placed his fattened head exactly onto it. Slowly he began to lean forward, It slipped in slightly. He pulled out and gently pressed in again. Maggie moaned her pleasure and reached under to rub her clitoris. "A little deeper." She commanded. "But slowly." Mitch did as he was told, "Slower." She scolded. He pulled out and ever so slowly he pushed until he was half way in. Three and four times he withdrew and slowly re-entered her beautiful tight pussy. Maggie rolled over onto her back and opened her legs wide, her opening gaping invitingly at being dilated by Mitch's stiff erection only seconds before. "Now, fuck me." She said. "Right now. Quickly, right now."

          Mitch was rock hard. He leaned over her and guided his rod onto that moist opening and thrust at her firmly, sliding deeper and deeper each time he did until he was grinding his pubic bone against her swollen little clit.  The game was over. Mitch enveloped her under him. Maggie wrapped her arms and legs around him. The slippery tightness that squeezed every millimeter of him was like nothing he had ever dreamed of. He pulled completely out just so he could feel the wonderful contrast between 'out' and the heavenly 'in'. He relished the pull of her walls as he withdrew. He relished the pressure, but little resistance she offered as he pushed in. He relished the sight of her vagina turning inside out and bright pink trying to hold on to him as he pulled out. He relished the sight of her tightly swollen clit as his shaft thrust just below it.

          Mitch Rolled on his back and held his stiffness straight up while Maggie scrambled to her hands and knees. Getting lined up and feeling the head of his cock at her opening, Maggie leaned back while pressing herself down onto him, giving Mitch a clear view of her clit. He ran his hands all over her girlish body while she drove up and down on him. Mitch moved between thumbing her clitoris and cupping her small pert breasts. Maggie came hard, driving herself down and grinding her pussy onto him, clenching and shivering while Mitch focused on the nib between her legs. It had grown stiff from her intense arousal and sexual excitement at having Mitch deep inside her.

          Maggie was momentarily spent. Mitch rolled her off of him, flipped her over, and pulled her ass up into the air. She had teased him with her 'slowly' commands during the game, and now he wanted to fuck her deep from behind until he came. He carefully positioned her, getting her opening exposed completely, her knees well apart and her anus pointing at the ceiling. She had an incredibly sweet ass with perfectly formed round buns and narrow adolescent hips. The skin surrounding her vagina was creamy colored the same as the rest of her body, except right at her opening it became slightly pink. From behind, it seemed as though she had no pubic hair at all, because her modest tuft was all above her clit. Mitch explored the opening of her canal with his tongue, then his fingers, pulling moisture from within to ease his entry. He plunged his thumb inside and then used the wetness to penetrate her anus. Hooking the tip of his thumb in and pulling upward on her anus with his thumb Maggie rocked her hips even farther forward. Mitch guided his erection home and thrust quickly several times until he was buried inside her. Maggie moaned and squeaked, feeling Mitch deeper inside than she thought she would ever be able to take. It didn't hurt, but the pressure she felt was intense and a little scary for her - but that was how her fantasy went. He rammed her furiously as he came in long spasms, holding himself deep at the hilts until his ejaculation stopped. He watched closely as he slowly withdrew from her, her canal staying open as he pulled away, the deeper reaches obscured in darkness.

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