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 Dee Does HS 2 By peregrinf

   Okay, I admit it.  The afternoon after the county championships, I was
hiding out in my room.

   I mean, look, Stephanie's party was gonna be an orgy.  How could it not
be?  Steph would be with Kathy, and Carl and Beth, well, they were like
bunnies in heat 24/7 under normal circumstances.  It was now even worse (or
better, depending on your voyeuristic tendencies), since they were about to
be torn asunder (once something from lang arts gets in my head it never
rests) by their conflicting college decisions, Carl at Stanford and Beth at
Harvard.

   As if that weren't enough, it is a "slumber party."

   Yeah.  Right.  As if there'd be any slumbering done.

   And face it, with Greg out of town I'd be a fifth wheel, odd girl out.
No dance partner for me.

   Phooey!

   I was on my bed, playing with arrangements for my medals from the season
and looked up when Carl knocked on my open door and took in my gloomy
countenance.

   "What are you doing moping around here?  It's time for the party."

   "Oh, you don't need me there," I grumbled.  I started to go into my
reasons, but he didn't give me a chance.

   "Yes we do!  And besides, you can't hang around here.  Mom's having
Elaine over."

   "So what?  She's had her over before.  Dr.  Smathers practically lives
here."

   "Something tells me tonight is something special, and I know Mom's
counting on you not being here.  God only knows what they'll be up to. 
What does a gay gynecologist do with a willing patient?"

   I coulda told him, having shared one memorable pelvic exam with Mom in
Dr.  Smathers's office.  But I wasn't sure he was ready to hear about how
I'd fisted Mom while she was on the exam table, while Dr.  Smathers had
gone 69 on her, sucking on Mom's clit, until she -- Mom that is -- was
singing all the parts of the Hallelujah Chorus single-handed into Dr. 
Smathers's cunt -- it sorta burbled out through the juices -- her fingers
clutching the doctor's smooth ass, making Dr.  Smathers blubber her own
harmony around Mom's clit.

   I still get wet just thinking about the incredible feel of Mom wrapped
around my hand like a hot, wet sock puppet.

   "Come on," my brother answered, dragging me off the bed.  "Stephanie
insists that you be there.  If I don't have you in tow she'll skin me
alive."

   "But...."

   "No 'buts'," he retorted, dragging me bodily out the door.  "Steph
insisted."

   "But I'm not dressed for a party!"

   I mean, I was in a sloppy T and loose shorts, no underwear, and it was
some kind of a miracle I had that much on.

   "You think anyone's going to be wearing anything ten minutes after we
get there?  Make that five minutes.  Beth is already naked.  It's warm and
sunny, the pool awaits."

   "But what about my sleep-sack, and jammies?"

   That actually stopped him, but he didn't let go.  "Jammies?  Get real!
And Steph's got a bed big enough for a tennis match!"

   "But I don't have a date!  Greg's off visiting his grandmother!"

   "Beth is bringing John," was Carl's response, dragging me down the
stairs.  "Which is another reason we need you there.  When Beth leaves for
Haaavaaad..."

   That's the snide way Carl says it -- with a long, flat "A" sound, like
an oboe with a sinus condition.  It drives Beth nuts!

   "...he's gonna need support, and whatever pleasures you can provide. 
Beth has been doing her best to relieve his nightmares.  She says it's a
tough job, but someone's got to do it."

   "But John's got Alice!"

   "And Alice is going to be stuck in middle school for another two years,
and anyway, I hope her -- uhm -- carnal relationship with John is not one
she flaunts in front of her parents," Carl pointed out.

   "And you know what kind of trouble 'not flaunting' got Missy into," I
reminded my brother as he dragged me out the front door.  Having run
rampant while hiding her slut-dom-ness from her mom had almost resulted in
my former BFF getting gang raped on the school's front lawn, until I
intervened.

   Beth's little red car was out front, John perched behind the driver's
seat, on top of the folded down top.  I was picked up and joined him there,
our legs jammed behind the front seats.  Being the buttinsky that I am, I
took a moment to reminded John of the results of Missy's foolishness.  I
was not about to be an accessory after the fact again.  I flat told him if
they didn't tell her parents, I would!

   "They know, and anyway, it's not the same thing," John answered.  "First
of all, Alice isn't Missy.  She's still a virgin, and dresses like it, and
she wants to keep it that way, and that's okay.  She's only twelve so we
only do the safe stuff, together, in private, in her room or mine.  Her
parents know.  They trust us, within reason.  Believe me, after the talking
to I got from her dad, well, I'm not about to screw that up by screwing
her. Besides, I respect Alice.  She's, well, she's special."

   I felt a pang.  I wished I'd had the will power she did.  I'd lost my
virginity -- well, never mind.

   I also had to agree about Alice's special ness, remembering their
instant chemistry at Judy Liu's sleepover party, her tenderness with John,
and especially the blow job she'd given him just as her parents pulled up
to pick her up for church.  Her with oh-so-demure church-going dress
puddled around her as she knelt before him in the foyer.  It looked like
Alice in Wonderland sucking off the Mad Hatter.  With her naive wide, blue
eyes, blond curls, and pink cheeks still padded with baby fat she was a
vision of purity and innocence, and just the balm that John needed.

   Oh, her parents hadn't seen what she was doing, but she'd been wiping
the evidence off her chin with her lace hanky as she'd made her way to the
car.  I think the demure white gloves her mom had handed her as they drove
away was the finishing touch.  I mean!  White gloves?

   "But considering who's at this party," John went on, as Carl folded
himself into the passenger seat in front of me, "well, we thought -- what
is it?  -- discretion is the better part of valor?  We worried about
getting carried away, and then, when we asked 'em, her folks said 'nu uh'
anyway."

   I wondered how they'd asked.  Ask one way, the answer is one thing, ask
another it's the opposite.  Kids do it all the time.  My bet was they got
the answer they wanted to keep Mom and Dad happy.

   "So Beth said you'd be there to -- uhm -- take care of me.  Besides,
don't you want to be with me?"

   He sounded so forlorn, what could I say to that?  Impulsively, I gave
him a juicy kiss, my reservations evaporating.  "Hi, John, will you be my
date to Stephanie's orgy -- I mean party?"

   Cheering up, he kissed me back.  "I'd love to be your date.  But I
promised Alice no fucking.  Other stuff is okay, but no fucking.  I only
get to fuck Beth, and only if I have a nightmare."

   Talk about strange rules!  I wondered how many nightmares he had.  But I
was cool with it.  I wanted to save myself for Greg in that department.

   "Hang on, you two, to something other than each other," Beth warned as
she pulled away from the curb.

   Fortunately it was a short drive, and Beth was very careful to avoid
throwing John and me off our precarious perch, and just as fortunately the
forces of law and order were elsewhere or probably all of us would have
been handed tickets for not wearing our seat-belts.  Hell, John and I
weren't even wearing seats, and Beth wasn't wearing anything but her
seat-belt!

   But then, there's no law against that, and she does it a lot.  At her
graduation she gave the valedictory address wearing nothing more than a
white mortarboard (with a gold tassel), golden slippers, and a smile -- oh,
and her little gold cross, of course.

   She's not very big, only 5 foot 2 and 1/4 -- don't forget that 1/4 inch,
she's very proud of that -- so she stepped out from behind the podium so
everyone could see her cute little body, her little pink titties, her bare
pussy shining in the sun -- graduation was outdoors, in the football
stadium, scene of one of her greatest Naked in School triumphs as Miss
School Spirit.  She was a living example of what The Program can accomplish
if you go into it with the right attitude.  I only hope when my time comes
I can do half as well as she did.

   We pulled up at Stephanie's house -- it's a sort of a mansion, really --
scrambled out of the car, and I don't think it was even five minutes before
all of us were into the pool for a real slippery, sloppy, skinny-dipping,
dunking-and-splashing, no-holds (or should that be holes?) barred water
fight.  At least this time Carl didn't throw me in, I jumped.

   We made free of our access to each other until we were all so
waterlogged it was hard to stay afloat.  Crawling out, we spread ourselves
on the cool, soft grass like pagan sacrifices to the sun god.  After
shoving down a pop-up sprinkler head that tried to invade my butt I wound
up with my head on Kathy Powers's thigh, toying with John's pecker, his
head on my body, while Kathy cupped the shy mound of one of my boobs with
one hand and fondled Steph's much more ample mammary with the other,
strumming our nipples with her thumbs, making them all perky and eager.

   Kathy's an equal opportunity fondler -- give her the opportunity and
she'll fondle.  She says she's a very tactile artist.  That's why she's
studying sculpture this year, and Steph doesn't seem to mind sharing that
much, at least.

   Carl and Beth were already well into foreplay, murmuring sweet nothings
to each other as their hands toyed with each other's body.  There was no
bashfulness, we all knew why we were here, and we had no secrets.  I loved
watching them together, their beautiful bodies, their totally unabashed
love and lust for each other.

   Carl is tall, with the musculature of the superb swimmer he is, while
Beth is petite but not waifish, with pert little boobies capped by delicate
pink nips, a nifty, nicely rounded butt, and a shaved pussy that goes into
full bloom at the first hint of potential penetration.  Carl's cock, of
course, responds just as eagerly, but I knew from experience they loved to
put off coupling for as long as they could, building the suspense.

   It must have been their first time today, because it didn't take long.
Carl rolled over her and she spread her legs to cradle him.  He filled her
with one firm thrust, wrenching a cry out of her as she reached to clutch
at his ass.  Then he proceeded to plunder her there right there on the
lawn.

   It was catching, of course.  Kathy relinquished her grip on my breast,
dislodging me from her thigh as she rolled together with Stephanie.

   Now there was another wonderful couple.  Kathy, tall and fit, not as
slender as me, built more like that statue of the Goddess Diana -- firm,
high, rounded breasts capped with nipples that never seemed to soften,
while Steph is lush, rounded, with big, soft breasts and nipples built to
nurse big healthy babies, and ample hips to birth them.

   I learned a new word the other day that suits her perfectly -- zaftig.
I'm going to study German.

   Left to our own devices, John and I cuddled together.  By agreement we
limited ourselves to fingers and kisses.  I curled my hand around his cock,
while he teased my pussy with his fuck finger.  He'd grown some, filled out
thanks to Mrs.  Finch's cooking and a supportive environment, but I was
still taller.

   I heard Beth singing with joy beneath Carl, her melody punctuated with
Carl's grunts, and Kathy and Steph making their own sweet music.  Steph
plays a mean flute, but her vocal talents aren't as impressive.  Kathy's an
artist in any medium, but her cries were muffled in Steph's juicy pussy,
they having squirmed into a delicious 69, Kathy on top, the sun beating
down on her sleek flesh.

   I tickled John's balls, stroking his cock, his pre-come making sticky
noises as I ran my thumb over the soft plum of his dick-head.  His finger
was curled deep in my pussy, his palm mashing my clit.  I humped my hips as
he slipped a second finger inside me and we squirmed against each other,
skin to skin, until his pecker erupted with pulsing spurts that spread like
hot glue between our tummies.  My cunt went into joyous spasms and we
tangled our feet together and hugged and hugged and hugged until our
orgasms faded.

   Then it was back into the pool for all of us to sluice away the juices
and sweat and grass clippings.  Our initial horniness having been slaked,
we gathered on the grass for an evening meal, ordering in fried chicken and
fries and sodas and stuff.  Let me tell you, the delivery guy got an eyeful
when Steph and Kath opened the door for him.  Rather than lug all the stuff
in themselves, they led him back to where the rest of us were.

   His eyes were pin wheeling so bad he had to be guided back out the door.
Too bad, he was kinda cute.

   The sun was behind the trees by the time we'd reached the finger-lickin'
and belchin' stage.  Carl and Beth and Kathy and Steph started reminiscing
about high school, talking about teachers and courses.

   I don't know for sure about John, but I was listening, hoping to pick up
any tips that might make life easier.  The last time I'd gone from one
school to another, from grade school to middle school, it hadn't really
been much of a big thing.  Just one other grade school had joined us in
middle school.  But now it was going to be a bunch of middle schools
feeding in, so there'd be more strangers, along with all the sophs and
juniors and seniors -- big kids!  -- in a much bigger school.

   Of course, following my brother, an academic stand-out second only to
Beth, and a state high school champ swimmer, wasn't a picnic, but I hold my
own, or at least had in the past.

   As they reminisced, for some reason Beth got going on about the first
time Carl had met her parents.  Oh, I remember.  Carl had somehow gotten
telling how nervous he was when he'd managed to ask her to the dance.  And
later he'd discovered he'd have to go to the dance naked, so he'd avoided
her, and she caught him on the way home, wasn't about to miss her chance to
go to the dance, and made him get naked, out there on the street.  A
reasonable request, she'd reminded him.

   Anyway, to get his clothes back he'd had to go to her house that
evening, naked, and meet Beth's daddy.  She had us all laughing with her
tale of how she waited up in her room, chewing her nails, while her father
grilled poor Carl.

   "I thought I handled it rather well," Carl observed primly.

   Beth patted his cheek fondly.  "You handled it beautifully," she assured
him.  "Just as I knew you would."

   "And then you went to the dance with me...."

   "Naked!" she chirped.

   The way he looked at her almost made me tear up.  "And you were the most
beautiful girl at the dance," he said huskily.  "I am going to miss you so
much!"

   "Now none of that, guys, this is supposed to be a party!" Stephanie
interrupted before things got all mushy.  "Dee, let's get this mess cleaned
up while these two get their emotions under control."

   Leaving John trying to make an oboe out of a blade of grass trapped
between his thumbs, I followed her into the house with the containers and
left-overs.  I had the feeling she wanted to talk about something.  Sure
enough, she stopped me before we headed back out.  Through the window I
could see Beth in Carl's lap as they cuddled and kissed.

   "Can I ask you for a big favor?" she asked.

   "Of course!" I agreed.  She's one of my favorite people.

   She leaned back against the counter.  "Would you keep an eye on Kathy
after I'm off to Curtis?"

   My heart gave a little hop.  Me, keep an eye on Kathy?  I tried not to
sound eager.  "Uh -- I guess so.  But why would I need to?"

   Steph was obviously upset.  "Oh, she's -- well...."

   I touched Steph's shoulder.  "You're going to miss her, too," I pointed
out unnecessarily.

   She nodded, blinking back tears, and I had to hold her, so warm and soft
against me, patting her.  When she'd regained her composure we settled side
by side next to the sink, arms around each other.  I do so love the feel of
warm, bare skin against my warm, bare skin.

   "When Kathy's working on one of her projects she forgets to take care of
herself," Steph explained.  "You know artists.  She forgets to eat, she
even goes without sleep sometimes.  Could you make sure she eats?  I worry
about her."

   I was rocked by this.  Kathy always seemed so all-together to me.  I was
also caught in a dilemma.  There was nothing I would like better than
taking care of Kathy.  I'd had a crush on her from the time I'd first met
her.  But I didn't want to be poaching Stephanie's girlfriend, either.  I
knew Steph had found it hard to come to terms with being a lesbian, and
that Kathy had been her first real lover, and had even been with Steph when
she came out to her parents.

   Truth time, I decided.  "Uh -- you know I've had a crush on Kathy
practically forever," I confessed.

   Steph managed a smile.  "I'd have to be an idiot not to know that," she
admitted, eyeing me bashfully.  "You're a good person, Dee.  I know how you
feel, and Kathy's honest to a fault.  She told me that her birthday present
for you wasn't just a paint job, that there was be some loving involved as
well, and I didn't have any trouble with that.  You've never intruded,
never tried to come between us."

   I nodded, a little embarrassed.  "I couldn't do that.  I love you, you
know.  Are you sure you want me to be the one?"

   "Who better?" she asked softly.  "You love her.  You love me.  I
couldn't possibly make a better choice."

   I wasn't at all sure I wanted the responsibility, but what could I say?
As I gave her another hug I looked out the window.  Kathy was weaving some
blades of grass together, shooting glances toward the house.  John was
studying his hands.  Carl and Beth were engrossed in their own conversation
that involved a lot of nuzzling and fondling.

   That, plus what Steph had asked of me kinda weighed everything down.  I
was worrying about high school, Carl and Beth and Kathy and Steph were
facing separations, and I knew John was worrying about losing Beth's
comfort.  And what if her parents decided not to keep him?

   I knew they wouldn't do that to him, but he was still learning to trust
people after what his mother and some of her druggie boyfriends had done to
him over the years.

   This party was in danger of becoming a wake.

   I hugged Stephanie close.

   "I'll try.  But I'm going to be a freshman, and she's a senior.  I don't
know how much I can do," I pointed out after I let go.

   "Would you model for her?  She'll need someone after I leave."

   I looked down at myself.  Would I model for her?  In an instant!  But
Steph was all the woman I wasn't.  I'd gained some shape, but I was still
tall and slender.  "Think she'd want me?"

   "I know she would.  She's talked about it, about you and maybe John,
about you and Greg, about doing a series of swimming paintings, and diving.
You're a beautiful couple."

   "I don't know of Greg will go for it."

   She smiled wickedly, her dimples blossoming.  "Oh, I think you could get
him to agree."

   I looked at her, and we both laughed.  Boys are so easy to manipulate!

   Then I looked out the window, at our gloomy picnic on the grass.  A
control panel by the door out to the back yard caught my eye.  "Is that
what I think it is?"

   Steph nodded.  "Sprinkler control.  It's Daddy's latest toy and water
saving measure.  Everything's on a timer."

   But timers can always be over-ridden, I thought.  I hovered my thumb
over the big, red "on" button.

   Steph gasped.  "You wouldn't!"

   "Of course I wouldn't!" I assured her insincerely.

   But The Stick would, I thought wickedly.  The thumb came down on the
button.  Driven by water pressure, the sprinkler heads popped up out of the
lawn like mushrooms, and, just like I knew, the one that had tried to get
in my butt was right in the middle of where Kathy and Carl and Beth and
John were sitting, glooming.

   Fountains of spray blossomed, soaking everything with cold, fresh water,
turning the lawn into a waist-high meadow of mist in the twilight,
drenching everything and everybody.

   The screams were most rewarding.

   I waved through the window, cackling, and suddenly realized that maybe I
should be elsewhere as the four of them headed for the back door with blood
in their eyes.  Stephanie was already punching the stop button to cut off
the deluge.

   I fled through the house, laughing hysterically.  I hadn't pulled a
stunt that good on my brother in months!

   "She went thataway!" Stephanie informed them, presumably pointing.

   Oh oh!  Upstairs?  No way out there.  That left out the front door,
which I slammed behind me, not that that would slow them down much.

   Skidding to a stop on the front walk, I paused to analyze my options,
which were limited.  The house was at the end of a cul-de-sac.  I could
take off down the street, stark naked, chased by my naked friends screaming
for my blood.

   Nope.  In Stephanie's rather high-toned neighborhood that might draw
unwanted attention.  Or I could turn to face the music.  My pursuers,
presumably getting in each other's way as they tried to get the door open,
made that option even less attractive.  Apparently the water from the
sprinklers had been somewhat cold.

   I decided maybe I could throw them off by returning to the scene of the
crime by a different route and by then they would have cooled off -- or
maybe warmed up.  I looped around the house toward the pool, the evening
air cool on my naked body, my bare feet slipping on the grass.

   If the gate to the back yard was locked I was doomed.  It wasn't, but as
I charged through my relief was cut short.

   "OOOOOOF!" Something caught me in the stomach and I was swooped up. 
Damn!  Having a smart brother is NOT always a Good Thing.  He'd anticipated
me!  While the posse was at the door he'd cut me off at the pass.  I was
draped over his shoulder, beating his naked butt as he crowed triumphantly
and swatted my bare backside.

   "Help me control her, and then I'll let you in on a little secret," he
told his cohorts coming through the gate behind me.

   Before I could do anything they had me helpless.

   "She's ticklish!" Carl told them as he wrestled me down on the lawn.

   "Oh no!  AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA."

   I was being subjected to a multiple finger attack from all sides -- my
ribs, under my arms,

   "NO, Not my
tummyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyeeeEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!"

   They had me down on the grass!  Alas!  It was cold and wet and kinda
icky, probably as a result of my mischief.  But that was the least of my
problems.  I was at their mercy, fingers attacking every vulnerable part of
my lanky anatomy, even the backs of my knees, the soles of my feet, the
insides of my thighs!

   "Enough!" I pleaded.  "I surrender!  Uncle!  OH GAWD AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"
They didn't relent until I was reduced to helpless gasps, in tears, my
sides aching.  Beth gave my left nipple a last, defiant tweak that would
have made me convulse, if I hadn't already been reduced to a quivering lump
of jelly.

   "Oh god!" I gasped weakly.

   Kathy grabbed my ankles.  "I think she needs to cool off after all that
exercise, don't you, Carl?"

   "Yep." He went for my wrists.

   Damn Kathy is strong!  She picked up her end while Carl took care of
his.

   "Nonononono," I pleaded, hanging ignominiously between them as they
lugged me over to the edge of the pool.

   "Oh yes!" they countered.

   "Ooooooooo...."

   "On three," Carl instructed as they starting me swinging like a hammock.
Thank God Beth didn't jump on for the ride!

   "One!"

   Ooooh.

   "Two!"

   Oh shit.

   "ThuhREEEE!"

   "WHOA!" I screamed as I flew through the air, flapping with all the ease
and grace of a rag doll, splashing down in a welter of arms and legs and
face and feet while they shrieked gleefully.

   "SHIT!" I yelped as I floundered to the surface to tread water.  The
pool felt colder than it had, probably because I was so over-heated after
all the exercise and tickling.  I was just getting oriented when Carl,
followed by Beth, Kathy and Stephanie cannonballed me into total
submission. Wearily I dog-paddled my way over to the edge, where John was
standing awkwardly, looking worried, fidgeting.

   "Are you okay?" he asked fearfully, leaning over.

   "I will be," I assured him, reaching up for his hand, only to pull him
into the water with me.  He did a creditable somersault before he popped
up, sputtering and coughing and I gathered him in, our warm bodies tangling
in the cool water.  The others gathered around and we merged into a warm,
wonderful, laughing, panting group hug before lazily paddling down to the
shallow end where we could stand.  We looked at each other, and what could
we do but laugh, and gather into another sodden group hug before slogging
out of the pool to grab from the stack of towels and dry ourselves.

   It was getting dark, and cooling off, so we made our way into the house
for some ice cream dessert, loaded with toppings.  Later we piled together
into Stephanie's bed -- it wasn't as big as a tennis court, but that only
made it more cozy.  There was lots of cuddling and petting, and sighing and
moaning and murmurings, and at some point I dozed off in spite of the
rocking and swaying.