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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
SUMMER OF SIN
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Chapter Twelve
Brad left for college. The summer dwindled to a close. I
would have to return to America soon, but Rebecca wanted me to enjoy one
last fling. Her eyes were bright. She kissed my cheek and told me we
would be going to a “Honeymoon Party.”
“Who is getting married?” I asked.
“No one,” Rebecca answered. “It’s just a name for it. A nice
name for a party in August, don’t you think? You don’t have to come if
you don’t want to.”
“Oh, I do!” I said. “But I don’t want to have to take my
clothes off.”
Rebecca turned. She was standing in front of a mirror,
brushing her hair. She wore a tight pair of jeans. The knees were slit
open, as were the sides of her jeans, along the hips. Through the rips
I could see her bare skin. It was unusual, gazing especially at her
hips, where, peeking through the torn-open gashes, one could see her
bare flesh. She wore no panties. The rips in her new jeans, along the
hips, only extended along the bell-shaped curve of her hips. Below, her
thighs were concealed, as were her calves. Her knees showed through the
holes in the front of her pants, of course. At the ankle of each
pants-leg there was a small, half inch rip along the side, as if to
promise that it might, somehow, extend all the way up to the rip along
the sides of her hips.
Rebecca smiled at me. She tossed her long lovely hair. Its
brown strands tumbled down over her blouse. It was a see-through
blouse. It was black. Beneath, she wore a frilly white bra. Rebecca
put down her brush and picked up a white ribbon off the top of her
bureau. She tied it into her hair.
“I can’t promise anything,” Rebecca told me.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked. I looked up at her
boldy. My snub nose wrinkled with childish indignity.
Rebecca laughed. It was high and lilting. “I didn’t organize
the party,” Rebecca said. “But the hostess did decide to call it a
‘Honeymoon Party.’” She picked up the invitation off the top of her
bureau. She showed it to me. It was a small, discreet card. It was
white, with a white lace ribbon hanging down the side. I took it and
opened it. Inside, it read:
For those who didn’t get married in June,
But are humming a bridal tune,
A party most private,
Wherein one may find it,
And enjoy newlywed bliss,
And love’s sweet kiss,
In surroundings most sweet,
Filled with good things to eat!
“That’s the worst poetry I ever read,” I told my aunt.
“Go put on something nice and be ready to go in fifteen
minutes,” my aunt said.
“Oh, alright!” I gasped. I handed her the invitation. I felt
conflicted. I would be sore in the morning, if the party was anything
like the invitation promised. I’d told Brad before he left for college
that I was going to be his one true love. Now, it looked like I
wouldn’t be. “I’m going to be a strumpet,” I said frankly to Rebecca.
“And you are, too.” Rebecca laughed.
“We’re not charging money for it,” Rebecca said. “Would you
prefer to stay home and read the encyclopedia?”
“No,” I said.
“Then get ready,” Rebecca said. She turned and began brushing
her hair again. “If you don’t like any of the guys, don’t do anything.”
“What if I like the guys but you don’t?” I asked.
“Then we come home,” Rebecca said. She gazed at herself in the
mirror.
“Even if I like the guys?” I asked.
“You’re only 13, darling,” Rebecca said. “I’m in charge of
you, even if I am more liberal than your parents would be.”
“That’s no fair,” I said.
“When you’re 19 you can make decisions for yourself,” Rebecca
told me.
“When I’m 18 I can do whatever I want,” I replied.
“True,” Rebecca said. “Hurry up and quit bickering. Who said
I’m not going to like any of the guys, anyway?”
“I dunno,” I said. “I just wanted to clear it up.”
“Well, now you have your answer,” Rebecca said. “No more silly
questions.”
We travelled in a cab to a large home. We were met at the door
by a woman. She was a born-again Christian and told us she would save
us from masturbation.
It worked.
30
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