Author: Oliver Newton Title: Sophie and Amy's Sleepover - the First Night Summary: Sophie invites her friend Amy to a sleepover and a nudist Halloween party, which might be interesting, or a disaster... Keywords: gg M nudity, intimate bath and massage ======================== Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It is a product of a fertile imagination. Under no circumstances does the author recommend or even suggest that a reader should attempt any similar behaviour or actions. Do not try this at home! ======================== Sophie's text reached me just as I was leaving Sainsbury's with the shopping for the weekend. 'Could Amy come for a sleepover?' It was a typical Sophie text, short. This weekend I had been hoping to take Sophie to our local nudist club where they were having a Halloween party. Sophie had been surprisingly enthusiastic when she heard about it at the nudist swim I had taken her to a month previously and badgered me into changing the date of my parental access weekend accordingly. 'Who is Amy?' I flashed back. Didn't Sophie realise that she couldn't just invite Amy along to a party at a nudist club? Parents tended to be suspicious of such things! 'Girl in my ballet class.' Came the immediate reply. 'OK, but we were going to the nudist club Halloween party,' I replied doggedly, hoping she understand that Amy's parent's were very unlikely to be keen on Amy running around naked with a lot of naked old men leering at her. 'Amy wants to come.' 'Did you tell her it was at a nudist club?' 'Yes' 'And??' 'What???' "Her parents might object.' 'Her mum is OK with it.' 'text me her number!' I had been looking forward to this party. I am not especially sociable but George and Jennifer, who I had originally met at one of the swims, had encouraged me to bring Sophie to the Halloween party and though I hate fancy dress I couldn't disappoint Sophie I rang the number that Sophie sent me. "Hello? Is that Cathy?" I began timorously, expecting a refusal and probably some abuse as well if I admitted we were nudists. "My daughter has invited your daughter to a sleep-over this weekend..." "Oh yes! Amy said there is a party. She's very excited!' "Errm..." I began, wondering quite how to reveal the nature of the party. "I don't suppose Sophie told her it is a party at a nudist club? We are nudists and Sophie probably didn't think-" "She did say!" The laugh at the other end surprised me. "Amy really wants to go. We aren't nudists but it's only bodies isn't it?" "Ah! Good!" I exclaimed in surprise and immediately got onto the firmer ground of the pick-up and return arrangements. On Friday evening I was at the Sun in Dunsfold well before the seven o'clock hand-over time. The pub is roughly half-way between my ex-wife's house and mine and is a sort of neutral zone where Sophie's nanny can safely drop her off on a Friday evening and collect her on the Sunday. It was an arrangement written into the custody agreement and, however ridiculous it might seem, it was likely to provoke my ex-wife to even greater vindictiveness were I to challenge her. Anyway, Sophie's current nanny was a gorgeous Ukrainian girl and much pleasanter than my ex-wife. "Hello! Are you Sophie's dad?" asked a slim blonde girl in a pink and purple coat. Behind her was a woman in her mid twenties, quite as pretty as her daughter but looking a bit frazzled, frayed at the edges, as though she had had a rough week and needed a break. "Hi, yes. Sophie's not here yet. Would you like a drink?" For a moment I thought she was about to refuse and flee but Amy tugged at her hand and gave her an admonitory glance. "I'm Marcus," I said as they sat down, "what can I get you?" She relaxed a bit when I brought a spritzer for her and a J2O for Amy. Sophie was late and probably it would not have been appropriate for Cathy to rush off and leave Amy with me, so she opened up a bit and explained that she was a single mum, worked at Gatwick and was taking the opportunity of the sleep-over to work an extra double shift and add some money to their holiday fund. Amy, she explained had already agreed her costume with Sophie and was very excited at the prospect of the party. Since I had only previously been to one social at the club, and that had been an eighties disco with not much being worn after the first hour, I was dreading her questioning me about the party - but she didn't. As soon as Sophie arrived she kissed Amy, handed me Amy's overnight bag and left. Sophie's nanny apologised for being late, handed me Sophie's overnight bag and followed Cathy out of the pub. The two girls chattered excitedly all the way home and I felt even more like a chauffeur when I was left to carry the girls' bags to Sophie's room. It wasn't that they were rude, rather that they just ignored me. They even ignored me when I asked if they wanted anything to eat: they had both had something before coming out. Disconsolate, I left the girls chattering excitedly in Sophie's room and went to run a bath. As I ran the water I became more and more concerned about taking Amy to the club. It was typical Sophie to spring things on me at the last minute and I suspected that Cathy had been put in a similar position. Over the past few visits Sophie and I had achieved a degree of intimacy that was alright in privacy, but did Sophie understand the need for discretion? A cold spasm gripped my guts as I began to imagine all the many disastrous possibilities if the truth leaked out. Bringing Amy along only added further complications and increased the risks. "Bathtime!" exclaimed Sophie appearing in the doorway with Amy, though this time both were naked. "OK! Hop in," I instructed aware that I was stiffening as they brushed past me and stepped into the tub. Sophie gave Amy the comfortable end and playfully tickled Amy's belly with her foot, then her nipples and finally, and very deliberately as if to excite me, to part Amy's labia with her left big toe and very obviously seek her clitoris. Amy grinned at Sophie in a way that for a reason I can't explain excited me further. I could not take my eyes off Amy, beautifully flat-chested and affording me a delicious view of her vulva that, I thought wishfully, seemed just a bit flushed and pouty as Sophie gently manipulated it. "Time for you two to wash!" I said in as normal a voice as possible despite the bursting feeling down below and an iron band around my chest and my penis sticking straight out. "Can you wash my hair?" Amy asked sweetly. "My mum would have done, but we were in a rush." Amy let her eyes drop from mine and settled on my erection. She stared wide-eyed, lips slightly parted and a pink tongue flicking between them as if she were imitating a snake. My penis responded by rising well above the horizontal and dribbling a silvery skein of precum. "Me too!" chimed in Sophie with a knowing giggle that made me think that perhaps this had been arranged between the girls. Then she glanced at Amy and then at my erection before looking me square in the eye and asking archly "Papa, why is your penis so big?" She held my eyes as if in a staring contest but a wicked grin played around the corners of her mouth. "Because you two little girls are good enough to eat," I blurted in surprise as the thought of the big bad wolf in Red Riding Hood popped into my mind. I reached for the shower and turned it on, testing the temperature. Maybe the big bad wolf was not an appropriate image in the circumstances! It was fun washing the girls' hair. I had got quite adept at it under Sophie's instruction and now I could apply my skills to Amy's thick blonde hair. The two girls coughed and spluttered and giggled all the way through as if it were a great game. Then, of course, it was time to wash their little bodies and I decided not to ask them to wash themselves. Sophie, I knew, would welcome my soaping her all over and ensuring that her vulva was thoroughly washed but I wondered how Amy would react. She giggled rather more than Sophie but also gave every sign that she was enjoying ministrations to her tiny nipples, firm tummy, and neat bum and her oh-so-soft vulva with its gentle lips opening the way to heaven. It was an effort of will not to become too intrusive and so I lifted the girls out of the bath, wrapped them in towels and began to dry them. The moment the girls had gone to Sophie's room I seized the opportunity to masturbate furiously, lasting barely thirty seconds before my knees turned to jelly and I erupted into the wash-basin. The relief was as calming as the ejaculation had been explosive. I wiped the basin clean and allowed my breathing to return to normal. As always after I have indulged myself in secret pleasures I experience the reaction. Not exactly guilt but rather a fear that my own powerful desire might have frightened away the very thing that created it. "Papa!" called Sophie imperiously, "come and dry our hair." It was one of our rituals that after a bath I'd comb, brush and part-dry Sophie's hair before plaiting it and usually then massaging her or reading her to sleep. As I went to Sophie's room I wondered idly whether was thinking of including Amy in our rituals: surely not? But my hopes were soaring as I entered the room and was greeted by the two girls bouncing on the bed shouting 'me first!' in unison. "Amy's the guest!" I answered firmly and set about the business of combing and then brushing and plaiting Amy's thick blonde hair. She was quiet and calm, which is more than I could say for me; my heart was beating wildly but ecstatically even though the gentle, rythmic action was calming. Sophie was next as Amy lay on the bed beside us watching. "Now you can massage Amy" directed Sophie as I finished her plait adding "and me after of course." In some ways this was what I had been both fearing and hoping for and was in two minds as to whether make an excuse or to leap at the opportunity. I chose a middle way: "Oh well! If you must..." There is something about massage that can be transcendant, going beyond simple touch into a sort of physical communion. At its most intense it is as if the massager and the massagee are becoming a single sensual being. I think for it to reach that level there has to be a high degree of sensual maturity in both parties, though Sophie and I were, I think, getting close to that level of intimacy. I could tell immediately that Amy was tense and uncertain as I made the first gentle sweeps up her legs, across her buttocks and up to her shoulders. I worked a bit on her shoulders and neck and then down her arms to her hands before returning to her feet. She seemed more relaxed as I worked back up her legs and a gentle of the movement of my hands to slide gently up her inner thigh, brush her vulva and them slide up through the soft valley between her buttocks gently caressing her rosebud. It is generally at this point that you can tell whether the subject is going to engage with the sensuality of touch and in Amy's case I detected what felt eager acceptance of the intimacy. This was confirmed when at my first brush across her vulva she relaxed and parted her legs in the inviting 'frog's legs' position that little girls instinctually adopt when sensually aroused. In my opinion it is the girl's body's natural way of signalling it is inviting stimulation. By the time I lay down with a girl snuggled up on each side I was too tired to do more than appreciate the softness of the two bodies. Both girls had had tremendous orgasms though Amy surprised me both that she was very noisy and was far less 'lady-like' than Sophie in insisting on my paying her the proper attention such as when I introduced the tip of my tongue to her vagina she insistently demanded more until my jaw ached with the effort of penetrating her as deeply as possible with my tongue. Amy had been a revelation! I had never expected that any girl would or could be more open with me than Sophie and certainly not on first acquaintance. How easy to mistake her shy quietness for a quiescent sensuality. I lay in the middle of Sophie's bed with a sleeping girl on each side, but I was far from sleep. Sophie lay with her back to me on my right while Amy lay snuggled up on my left with her right leg thrown carelessly across my belly crooking my profusely leaking erection in the crook of her knee. My left hand caressed her buttocks and a finger tentatively explored the sweet puckered anus and softly yielding vulva. I was keen to discover more of her but it would not have seemed right to wake her. As carefully as I could I got out of bed regretfully leaving the girls soft bodies relaxed in blissful sleep and went quietly to the bathroom to masturbate. I stood in front of the mirror slowly masturbating and wondering what it would be like to introduce my throbbing penis to Amy's invitingly tight vagina. "What are you doing?" Amy was standing in the doorway watching me sleepily, one hand casually fondling her vulva. Since I could not hide what I was doing I said simply "masturbating." "Oh!" she said with growing interest "can I watch you?" "You could help me?" I suggested carefully. "Oh, how?" she responded with sudden interest. "Well, put you hand on my penis" I suggested and took her hand and placed it on the shaft, "and just gently move it up and down like this," I explained, demonstrating. She proved to be an eager and assiduous student while I was raised to heaven by the firm but soft grip of her small hand. I am of average size but Amy's small hand made me feel as if I were prodigiously endowed. Amy applied herself with devotion, her face a picture of concentration and the tip of her tongue poking out from between pursed lips. "Oooh!" she exclaimed, holding up her palm glistening with my copious pre-cum, "it's all slippery!" I simply purred and encouraged her to continue, the added lubrication raising me to a state of explosive ecstasy as the orgasm began to build deep down like some primeval sexual volcanic magma. In moments my knees went rubbery as the ejaculation burst out and splattered the tiles. Amy continued to masturbate me as the aftershocks sent further gobbets of semen spattering the wash-basin. Amy stood staring at me wide-eyed holding my deflating and dripping penis. "That was amazing!" she said quietly. I dropped to one knee and gave Amy a huge hug and kiss "Oh my God! That was truly amazing. Thank you darling. Now you'd better go back to bed." Amy stood looking at me, glanced at the semen spattered wash-basin, grinned and said "goodnight" as she tiptoed out of the bathroom. It had indeed been an amazing orgasm! Probably the most memorable I'd ever had. Sophie enjoyed masturbating me but it always felt as if she were merely thanking me for having made her feel happy. Sometimes she would fellate me, but it too was more a form of reward for me rather than something she really enjoyed for its own sake. On the other hand Sophie enjoyed intercourse with a passion: sitting astride and controlling the speed and depth of penetration with an eager wilfulness that was driven by her desire for her own orgasms with scant thought for granting me release. I began to wonder whether Amy might be different. I crawled into my bed and drifted off to sleep on a wave of happy satiation tinged with guilt, rather like surfing a wave over a coral reef and hoping you'd not come a cropper. ========================= I hope you liked this little story. My email is optiskeptic[at]outlook[dot]com Any feedback will be welcomed.