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The Basement Club
by Demetrius (no address provided)

***

A wet summer holiday leads to a series of life-
changing events for four school friends. (mf-teens, 
cpls, youths, 1st, mast, oral, rom)

***

Author Note: This story is totally fictitious and is 
designed only for your reading pleasure. The author 
does not advocate any of the situations and practices 
included here.

***

The summer of 1998 turned out to be one of the wettest 
ever recorded in British Columbia. For most of the 
kids at Princess Mary High, the miserable weather on 
the last day of the summer semester failed to dampen 
their excitement for, during the impending holidays, 
many were heading out of province to visit family or 
friends in sunnier parts of Canada. Others were even 
headed out of the country for trips with parents to 
Europe, Mexico, Hawaii and any number of other 
destinations more, or less, exotic. But for one 
quartet of 15-year old students in particular, the wet 
weather indirectly changed their lives and led to a 
summer that none of them would ever forget.

Steve Kowalchuk was everyone's idea of the 
archetypical computer nerd; tall, skinny, with 
sparkling brown eyes behind dark-rimmed glasses, and 
an unruly mop of lank brown hair. As though determined 
to live up to the stereotype, he was usually dressed 
in mismatched clothes that looked as though they had 
never been pressed since he first got them. But what 
he lacked in fashion sense, he more than made up for 
in skill and passion for his pet subject... computer 
programming. He often talked about it in terms so 
rarefied that even his fellow enthusiasts were soon 
over their heads. In short, he was a geek amongst 
geeks.

It may have been partly genetic. His father was a 
Mathematics Professor and his mother was a Marketing 
Analyst. That year, both were travelling in the Far 
East, leaving Steve to look after the house under the 
nominal supervision of an elderly aunt who lived 
nearby but who confined her involvement to a brief 
telephone call once a week. Having the house to 
himself suited Steve admirably since he was given to 
highly irregular hours, sometimes sitting at the 
computer all night if a project had really caught his 
imagination.

Angelina (Gina) Amadelli was the youngest child of a 
large Italian family. Her parents, Alberto and Lucia, 
owned a highly successful small restaurant on the 
City's east side and, from the time she was old enough 
to wipe a table, she had helped her parents on 
weekends and holidays, alongside her older sister 
Bettina and her brother Marco. Other siblings had 
already married and moved out to their own homes but 
the family was close and still got together as often 
as they could. 

Gina had the olive skin and curly black hair that was 
common to one with her Latin heritage. Although she 
was generally regarded as a "looker", she hated the 
fact that she was only 5'2", especially as she figured 
that she had probably done all the growing she was 
going to do. She was also unsure if she appreciated 
nature endowing her with a 36-inch D-cup breasts since 
just about all the guys she knew tended to talk almost 
exclusively to her chest.

Traditional Catholics, her family was extremely 
protective of "their baby" and she was not allowed out 
of the house in the heavy make-up and the figure-
hugging fashions favoured by most of her peers. Her 
ultra-conservative clothing would have made her a 
laughing stock at school had she not been the first to 
make all the self-deprecating jokes but she was also 
feisty enough to look after herself if push came to 
shove. She had won herself a degree of acceptance 
because she was funny but her circle of close friends 
was extremely small.

Principal among them that year was an unlikely ally. 
Ashley Gunnarsen was her polar opposite. She was very 
tall – 5' 10", and still growing. Slim as a willow 
wand, small-busted and with long blonde hair, she was 
the very picture of Scandinavian beauty. Ashley was 
extremely shy, exceptionally bright and, therefore, 
quite intimidating to most of her peers. Her father, 
Matts, had been a structural engineer who had moved to 
Vancouver from Stockholm, with his wife Astrid, in the 
late 1960's to start his own company. He had been very 
successful and would frequently fly his own four-
seater aircraft to projects all over the province. 

One flight was due to take him up to Bella Coola. The 
West Coast mountains of British Columbia are 
considered to be amongst the most dangerous places on 
earth to fly because of the speed with which the 
weather can change. Matts had taken off from Vancouver 
in perfect VFR weather but a sudden low pressure 
system had caused clouds to sweep in off the ocean and 
envelop him as he was flying into a narrow pass 
through the mountains. In virtually zero visibility, 
he had flown into a wall of rock while attempting to 
make a 180-degree turn. The ensuing investigation had 
ruled that the accident was caused by pilot error and 
the fine print in his life insurance policy had 
allowed the carrier to invalidate his coverage. 

As a result, Astrid had been forced to sell their 
lovely family home in Shaughnessy and she and Ashley 
now lived in a pleasant two-bedroom waterfront 
apartment overlooking False Creek, close to the city's 
core. Even with the move, Astrid had to work two jobs 
to maintain their standard of living and was usually 
gone for most of the day and all evening. 

On school days, Ashley would get home in the 
afternoon, prepare an evening meal for the two of 
them, and exchange news briefly of the day's events 
before her mother dashed out again. Then she would 
normally have a chat on the phone with Gina before 
spending a solitary evening studying. Ashley enjoyed 
Gina's sense of humour and envied her boldness. Gina 
was in awe of Ashley's "blonde goddess" aura and 
envied the way that she could make any clothes look 
the height of fashion.

Kevin Bainbridge was an outsider for a different 
reason. He had recently decided that he wanted to 
become an actor. And he had an inside track. His 
parents, Tom and Kathy, worked in Vancouver's thriving 
film industry. Tom was a much sought-after Director of 
Photography and Kathy usually found herself in charge 
of the costume department. 

As often as possible, they worked on the same project, 
which meant that they were usually gone for 16 hours a 
day. The downside was that Kevin saw very little of 
them. The upside was that he was able to get onto film 
sets. Over the years, he had met and talked with a 
number of internationally recognised names and had had 
his appetite for the business whetted.

He was slight of build and had what he would describe 
as average looks. Definitely not a "jock' but, as he 
pointed out to his parents, there is as much work for 
average guys as there is for stars. However, in a 
world where "jocks" rule, Kevin found himself regarded 
with some suspicion. Some figured that he had ideas 
too big for his boots and a few even figured him for a 
"faggot". Kevin had learned to just ignore such 
comments and go his own way. 

The only person who had been marginally supportive was 
Ashley who, when she had learned of his ambition, had 
said quietly "Go for it, Kevin". Kevin had been 
stunned. He had formed a major crush on her weeks 
before but didn't think that she knew even his name. 
He could never have imagined summoning up the courage 
to approach her before that but now maybe, one day...

The first weekend of the summer holiday began as it 
meant to go on ... wet! Kevin spent a rare day with 
his parents on the Saturday and then, on Sunday, began 
to give serious thought as to how to utilise the days 
ahead. He came to the conclusion that, if he was going 
to become an actor, he should start researching where 
the best training was to be found and what the 
admission requirements might be, so that he could 
begin to focus his studies. 

The one restriction that Tom and Kathy had placed on 
him was that he was not to use Tom's computer. It 
stored all their contracts, work records, financial 
records and their contact database. Even the 
accidental loss of those files would have been a major 
inconvenience and Kevin respected their reasons. He 
considered who else he knew who might have Internet 
access, and immediately thought of Steve.

It took no more than a quick telephone call for Steve 
to invite him to stop by his place the next day. Steve 
enjoyed demonstrating his computing skills and was 
always willing to help anyone interested in learning. 
As Kevin hung up the phone and realised that he was 
taking an important first step, self-doubt began to 
creep into his mind. Was he perhaps being unrealistic? 
Was acting something that he could do? And then he 
remembered Ashley saying, "Go for it". What had made 
her say it? Well, why not ask her! He'd been looking 
for any excuse to talk to her and this would serve as 
well as anything else.

He looked up her number and, feeling a knot forming in 
his stomach, called her, expecting to get an answering 
machine. She answered on the first ring.

"This is Ashley."

"Hi, Ashley. It's Kevin Bainbridge."

"Oh, hi Kevin. You're a surprise. I was expecting it 
to be Gina."

"No, just me. Look, I know this is kind of weird but I 
wanted to ask you about something you said the other 
day."

"Sure, okay. What did I say?"

"It was when you heard that I wanted to get into 
acting. It seems that just about everybody I know at 
school thinks I'm nuts, except you - and I was 
wondering what you really thought about the idea."

"Me? Wow. Seriously?"

"Seriously."

"Okay, let me think.

There was a few seconds pause before she spoke again.

"Well... I have no idea if you have the talent but at 
least you have the connections to find out. It seems 
to me that if there is something that you really want 
to do in life and you have the opportunity to do it, 
you'd have to be crazy not to go for it. At least, 
that way, you won't ever look back and say, 'If only'. 
Besides, you could just as easily be great."

"I see what you mean. Thanks, Ashley. That makes 
sense. While we're talking, can I ask you something?"

"I guess."

"I know how the guys at school give a hard time to 
anyone who wants to do something different, but have 
you ever thought about fashion modelling?"

There was a long pause.

"Ashley?"

"Sorry, Kevin. It's just that... well, I've been 
approached on the street several times by fashion 
scouts but, in every case, they were really just 
trying to sell me a training programme. I looked into 
it but the training, and the portfolio they say I must 
have, cost several thousand dollars. We just don't 
have that sort of cash at the moment."

"Is it something you would want to do though? I think 
you'd be great."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence. Yes, there's a 
part of me that would like to be successful at it, 
although I'm not sure that I'm ready for some of the 
more extreme clothes that you see on the runway these 
days. But, in any case, it's out of the question at 
the moment."

"That's just the local scene. I would think that if 
you were seen by some of the bigger international 
agencies, you'd probably find one that would be happy 
to sign you up and provide the necessary training."

"Maybe, but I've no idea how I would find out where to 
contact them."

"Hey, that's the easy part. I'm going over to Steve's 
place tomorrow to research acting schools. I know he'd 
help you find addresses for Modelling Agencies. It's a 
starting point at least. Why don't you come over too?"

"I don't know, Kevin. Gina and I were planning to go 
to the Mall together."

"Ashley, you can go to the Mall anytime. You just told 
me that if I had an opportunity, I'd be crazy not to 
go for it. You lose nothing by learning more and, 
besides, it will probably be fun. Bring Gina with you. 
Steve won't mind."

"You know what, Kevin, you're right. I guess I should 
be prepared to follow my own advice. Look, I'll call 
Gina and, if she's up for it, we'll stop by. What 
time?"

"Around 10.30 to 11.00."

"Fine. If we don't show, it's because Gina has other 
plans. Otherwise, we'll see you at Steve's in the 
morning."

"Great! And thanks."

"Thanks?"

"For encouraging me."

"Oh, that. You're welcome. Thanks yourself. See you."

"Right."

Kevin sat back and couldn't quite stop smiling.


MONDAY

Kevin tucked his head down and trudged through the 
steady summer downpour to arrive at Steve's home a few 
minutes before 10:30. Steve came to the door in his 
usual dishevelled state; bare feet, old jeans with the 
knees torn out, black T-shirt and hair all over the 
place. Kevin shucked off his waterproof jacket and 
Steve hung it in the hall closet. He led Kevin down a 
flight of stairs to the basement.

The basement consisted mainly of one large room plus a 
storage area, laundry facilities and a washroom at the 
foot of the stairs. At the far end, Steve had set up 
his computer equipment, which was dominated by a 24" 
monitor. The CPU was state of the art, assembled from 
components, by Steve himself and the adjacent bench 
was covered with peripherals; router, printer, 
scanner, external hard drives and various pieces of 
hardware that Kevin was totally unable to identify. He 
did note however that, although Steve's appearance 
might seem scruffy, his work area was extremely well 
organized and surprisingly tidy.

The whole room was carpeted and had two mismatched, 
three-seat sofas on opposing walls, each covered with 
a number of colourful cushions. Kevin followed Steve 
over to the computer. 

"So, what exactly was it you wanted to find out?"

"I want to get a list of Acting Schools in North 
America and perhaps England. I need to find out what 
their entry requirements are."

"Shouldn't be a problem. We can start with a string 
search in Google"

He tapped some keys on the keyboard and connected to 
the Internet. He clicked on an icon and the "Google" 
search engine appeared. 

"There you go. Now all we have to do is enter what it 
is we are looking for and it does the rest."

At that moment, the front door bell chimed.

"Who the hell is that?" Steve exclaimed. "I'm not 
expecting anyone."

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. I mentioned to Ashley that 
I was coming here and she has something she'd like to 
look up as well. She'll probably have Gina with her. I 
hope that's okay."

"No problem. Under that old-fashioned gear Gina wears, 
I reckon she's quite a fox."

He bounded up the stairs and Kevin heard voices in the 
hallway as the girls came in and rain gear was hung in 
the closet. Gina was the first to appear down stairs. 
She was dressed as she might have been for school; 
black skirt to below the knees, white blouse, little 
or no makeup. She was laughing and talking up a storm, 
as usual.

"Wow, Steve. Do you really have this place to yourself 
all summer? You are lucky. What a great space. Hi 
Kevin. Hey, look at this stuff. Is it all yours? Did 
you build it? What does it all do?"

Steve followed her down the stairs grinning at her 
chatter. Behind him came Ashley and, at the sight of 
her, Kevin felt his pulse-rate increase. She was 
wearing a pair of form-fitting grey pants that were 
tailored to perfection and a pink roll-neck sweater 
that clung to her slender frame. She smiled at him and 
nodded a greeting.

"Make yourselves comfortable," Kevin said as he sat 
back down at the computer. "We were just looking up 
some stuff for Kevin when you arrived."

Kevin stood looking over Steve's shoulder and the two 
girls fanned out beside him as Steve proceeded to 
explore some of the sites brought up by the search 
string. Over the next twenty minutes, they printed off 
pages of information which Kevin scooped up and 
arranged in one neat pile. Finally, they had exhausted 
the relevant sites on the list. 

"Who's for a coke?" Steve asked.

"Please," answered three voices in unison and Steve 
dashed upstairs to fetch a six-pack from the fridge.

"So what was it that you wanted to find out, Ashley?" 
he asked, as they stood round drinking their sodas.

"Oh, it's not important," Ashley replied.

"Of course it is," said Kevin at once. "Ashley wanted 
to get a list of the major international modelling 
agencies around the world. I think she'd make a great 
fashion model."

"Me too," Gina added.

"Right on, Ashley," Steve enthused. "Besides, I have 
no problem with looking at sexy supermodels." 

He sat back down at the computer. This time, Gina 
stood to his left and Ashley to his right. Kevin took 
up a position behind Ashley and, as he did so, caught 
a waft of perfume, light and fragrant. It took him a 
moment before he realised that what he was smelling 
was her long, lustrous hair, which fell down her back 
to well below her shoulders. He leaned forward a 
little and inhaled again, feeling a sharp stirring in 
his groin. To his embarrassment, he saw Gina staring 
at him.

He grinned sheepishly at her and turned his attention 
back to the screen. Steve typed in "modeling" as a new 
search string. The screen changed instantly.

"Fucking hell," he gasped and then looked up at the 
girls. "Sorry, but look at that!"

He pointed to a line that said "Results 1 – 10 of 
5,850,000".

"That's nearly six million sites. We'd better refine 
the search."

He typed in Fashion Modeling and the numbers changed 
to 177,000.

"That's a bit more manageable. Now let's see."

He opened up some twenty sites in succession from the 
first three pages of results. As well as contact 
information, they found online portfolios with more 
than a few pictures of models who were either nude or 
wearing ultra-revealing clothing. Kevin noted that 
Ashley went very quiet as these images flashed onto 
the screen. He and Kevin ogled the female models, 
picking out their favourites. Steve printed off 
contact addresses for the larger, better-known 
Agencies, and Gina and Ashley collected the sheets 
together.

"I think that will do for the moment, Steve," said 
Ashley at the end of an hour.

"Okay," said Steve. "If you're sure."

"Steve," said Gina, "we've only got through the first 
three pages of listings. What about later pages? What 
are they?"

Steve opened a page from the middle of the queue and 
looked at the headers.

"Looks mainly like so-called glamour models."

Gina pointed to one site at random.

"Try that one."

Steve opened up the home page to reveal a series of 
thumbnail pictures of the "glamour models" 
represented.

"She's pretty," said Gina, pointing at a tiny image.

Steve double-clicked on the thumbnail and a new set of 
mini images opened up, each of the same girl wearing 
less and less clothing in each shot. In the later 
ones, she was completely naked and had produced a very 
phallic looking dildo, which she then proceeded to 
kiss. 

"My god," said Gina. "If that's 'glamour', what on 
earth is on the last pages?"

"Probably hardcore porn sites," Steve grinned.

"Porn sites?" Gina giggled.

"Probably. As far as the net is concerned, porn makes 
the money and a few porno sites pop up in almost any 
category that you search."

Gina was positively bouncing up and down.

"Can we look at a couple?"

"Gina," Ashley gasped.

"Oh, come on, Ashley. Don't wimp out on me. I may not 
get another chance for ages. Think of it as 
educational. The guys got to see naked girls. I've 
never seen a real adult male naked in my life, and if 
my parents have their way, I never will... not until 
I'm safely married off. Not even then if they thought 
that they could prevent it. And, unless you've been 
lying to me, neither have you. Here's our chance. 
Besides, I'd rather do my exploring remotely, through 
the computer than up close and personal in the back 
seat of some horny jock's truck."

Ashley blushed.

"Well, I guess that Kevin and I have both looked at 
what we wanted to see. I suppose it's only fair that 
you have your turn. But, honestly, Gina!"

"Hey, it'll be a laugh, and at least then I'll know 
what the girls at school are talking about. After all, 
we're all friends here. Come on Steve. Click that 
mouse."

"It's naked men you're looking for, is it?" Steve 
grinned.

"You've got it."

"You probably need some of the gay sites then."

"Gay sites?" 

Kevin sounded nervous.

"That's right," Steve replied, "although most of the 
hardcore sites will have both men and women. But if 
it's naked men Gina wants, the gay sites are the 
place."

"You seem to know an awful lot about it," Kevin 
observed.

"Well, like I say, they're hard to avoid a lot of the 
time but it can become pretty boring very quickly."

"Stop talking and get clicking," Gina snapped.

Steve smiled at her and started working with the mouse 
and keyboard. In moments, a new page of headers 
appeared and he clicked on the first site. There was a 
gasp from both Gina and Ashley as the first picture 
appeared.

"My God, look at the size of that thing," gasped Gina. 

Picture after picture streamed across the screen 
showing males of all ages, races, and sizes, each 
seemingly gifted with a prodigious member that was 
clearly seen either flaccid or erect. It was Kevin's 
turn to fall silent as feelings of inadequacy filled 
his mind. He noted that, in spite of her protests, 
Ashley was not turning away. She did however look 
thoughtful.

Gina continued to giggle and make jokes until they 
encountered a site that featured male couples doing 
what gay male couples do. At this point, Steve closed 
the Internet connection and looked up at the others.

"Anyone fancy a sandwich?"

That broke the tension.

"I'll help," said Gina immediately, and she and Steve 
headed for the kitchen.

Ashley turned and Kevin was surprised to see that her 
nipples were clearly erect beneath her sweater. She 
saw him looking at her chest and turned scarlet, 
folded her arms in front of her and marched off up the 
stairs. He followed her, grinning.

In the kitchen, Gina and Steve had busied themselves 
with bread, butter, mayo, cheese and tomatoes. Kevin 
glanced out of the window and saw that it was still 
raining hard. 

"Not much of a day out there," he commented.

"If you want to hang out here this afternoon, it's 
fine with me. It's been fun having someone to talk to 
for a change."

"Sure. Why not?" Gina smiled. "What about it, Ash?"

"If you like. Sure."

"It's okay with me," Kevin nodded.

"Great. Let's eat," said Steve, passing out the 
sandwiches.

The chatter ranged over a wide range of topics as they 
munched the food and drank more cokes. When they had 
finished, Gina stacked plates in the dishwasher, 
together with other crockery and cutlery that had 
accumulated in the sink over the weekend.

"You really should wash up at least twice a year," she 
quipped.

"You reckon?" Steve grinned.

After lunch, they trooped back down the stairs. Steve 
grabbed four large cushions from the sofas and 
arranged them in a loose circle on the floor. He sat 
on one and the others joined him on the floor, Kevin 
facing him. The girls sat, one either side between the 
boys.

"Steve," said Gina, "thanks for helping us all out 
today."

"Yes, Steve," Kevin added. "That was a great help. 
Thanks."

"Me too," said Ashley. 'Thank you."

"Hey, guys. It was no biggie. I'd probably have spent 
the morning down here anyway."

"Well, it was quite an eye-opener for me, I can tell 
you" laughed Gina. "My parents would kill me if they 
knew what I'd been looking at. Correction, first, 
they'd kill Steve for showing me. Then they'd kill me 
for looking!"

"I think you're safe," Kevin smiled. "None of us is 
likely to tell them. Besides, Gina, you can see almost 
as much on television these days."

"Not in our house you can't. Honestly, I don't get it. 
I mean, I love my parents and all that, but I don't 
understand them. Sex is a taboo subject. They've never 
talked to me about it...thank God! What an 
embarrassing session that would be. I mean, I know 
school teaches us the basics but you can't pretend 
that those drawings prepare you for... for what we saw 
earlier. No wonder a lot of teens learn most of what 
they know "on the job", as it were."

"True," said Steve. "And then adults wonder why things 
sometimes go wrong and some kids find themselves in 
trouble."

"Hey," Gina laughed suddenly, "this is great. It's the 
first time I've ever felt comfortable talking about 
this stuff with guys around. We should do this again."

"Anytime," said Steve. "This place is always 
available."

"I've got an idea," said Gina. "I really mean it when 
I say that I feel comfortable here with you guys. I 
think it would be great to have a place like this 
where we could talk about absolutely anything we 
wanted, and know that nothing we said would ever leave 
the room. I mean, think about it. Nobody at school is 
ever really totally honest when they talk to you. 'I 
like your hair' when what they mean is 'it looks a 
mess'. 'Nice shoes' means 'if they ever come back into 
fashion'. You know what I mean?"

"I do," said Kevin. "Although guys are much more in 
your face. I have absolutely nothing in common with 
the football and hockey crowd but I feel very 
comfortable here, and I'd certainly go along with Gina 
if you other two agree."

"You already know that I'm in," said Steve.

"What about you, Ash?" asked Gina.

"I guess."

"You don't sound too sure"

"No, it's not that. No, if you're all up for it, it's 
fine with me too."

"Okay," said Steve. He assumed the pompous tone of a 
politician. "The Basement Club" is hereby formally 
constituted. Within its sacred precincts, each and 
every word we utter shall be the truth, the whole 
truth and nothing but the truth, and whatsoever is 
said or done here will never be spoken of beyond these 
four walls to others. Hands up all in favour."

Four hands rose as one.

"Carried," said Steve. 

"One other suggestion," said Kevin. "Since there are 
four of us, if something comes up on which there may 
be disagreement, we should all go along with a simple 
majority decision. Is everyone okay with that?"

Again, four hands went up

"Okay, Gina," said Steve. "The club is in session. Was 
there something in particular you wanted to talk 
about?"

"No, not really. Well, yes actually. I guess there 
was. Curiosity more than anything else."

"Go ahead."

"Well, I was going to ask you and Kevin a question, 
but now I'm not sure."

"Hey, what did we just all agree to? And it was your 
idea in the first place."

"Okay. Well, when I was asking you to find me some 
naked guys earlier, I sort of made it obvious that 
both Ashley and I are still virgins."

Ashley rolled her eyes.

"Ye gods, Gina. Could you be a little more 
embarrassing, do you think?"

"I'll try," Gina smiled. "So here's the question. You 
know about us but we don't know about you. Are either 
of you two still virgins?"

Steve swallowed hard but did not avert his gaze.

"Gina, don't you know that computer geeks are right at 
the very bottom of the pile when it comes to finding 
girlfriends. So, no, I haven't done the deed yet. At 
least, not with another person."

Even Ashley grinned at that. Gina gave Steve a smile.

"Actually, I think you're quite cute," she said, then 
looked over at Kevin

"What about you, Kevin?"

Even though he knew it was coming, Kevin felt the heat 
in his face but he took his cue from Steve.

"I guess that would-be actors rank only slightly 
higher than nerds when it comes to girlfriends so I've 
had no more luck than Steve so far. Not that it 
bothers me too much."

He saw the looks of disbelief.
	
"I'm lying of course," he added with a grin.

"Holy Mary," said Gina. "Four virgins. What are the 
odds of that? Ashley, how come you still are? I mean, 
Papa would kill any man who came near me but you're 
gorgeous and you have an apartment to yourself most of 
the time. So how come? You have to tell the truth 
remember."

"For one thing, I've never dated. For another, I don't 
think I'm ready. Actually, having seen those pictures 
today, I know I'm not ready."

Gina looked thoughtful.

"What is it about sex that makes it so interesting, do 
you think? Steve, you told us that porn is everywhere 
on the net and that it quickly becomes boring. But you 
and Kevin were getting quite turned by those naked 
models. What's the big attraction if you've seen it 
all before?"

"I don't know, Gina. Probably what you said... you 
know... curiosity. Some of those models are pretty 
good-looking and they've got great bodies. I guess it 
just makes guys feel good."

"Horny, you mean."

"That too."

"Well, it's been quite a day. I never imagined when we 
came here this morning that I'd get to see my first 
adult naked male."

"Well," said Steve. "Technically, you haven't."

"What do you mean?"

"What you saw was a photograph of a naked male. Not 
quite the same thing."

"True, but as close as I'm likely to get for a hundred 
years."

"As this is true confession time," Steve said, "I 
guess that I should say that pictures are as close as 
I've ever come too, if that makes you feel any 
better."

"Not really," said Gina. "You too Kevin?"

Kevin nodded. "Sad but true."

"God, we're a pathetic group," Gina laughed. "We all 
admit we're curious – well, all except Ashley 
maybe..."

"Oh, I think Ashley is curious as well," said Kevin 
with a grin.

Gina pounced on the comment. 	"How come? Do you know 
something we don't know?"

"Kevin!" Ashley warned.

"Let's just say that pictures can stimulate girls as 
well as guys."

Ashley blushed furiously, folded her arms and looked 
at the floor. Gina giggled at Kevin.

"Well, I noticed that sniffing a girl's hair has the 
same effect on some people."

It was Kevin's turn to blush as Ashley turned to stare 
at him.

"I can see that this is going to take practice," Gina 
sighed.

"What is?" asked Ashley

"Being honest with each other. I mean, why is it that 
we have such trouble saying what we mean, especially 
to friends?"

Kevin considered the question for a moment. "Perhaps 
because we don't want to unintentionally hurt their 
feelings and risk losing the friendship."

"Okay, true, but if we are really friends, it should 
be a given that we care for each other and wouldn't 
ever try to hurt anyone deliberately. For example, 
Kevin, what would be so wrong with you admitting to 
Ashley that you are totally nuts about her?"

Kevin was stunned.

"Don't deny it. You can hardly take your eyes off her. 
You got a hard on just sniffing her hair."

Kevin didn't know where to look. All three were now 
staring at him.

"Jeez, Gina," he spluttered. "You could embarrass for 
Canada."

"Maybe, but we promised to answer questions honestly 
and that's not an answer."

"Okay, well then, of course I like Ashley. What's not 
to like?"

"So, tell her, you idiot, not me," Gina giggled.

"I'm sorry, Ashley. It's just that I've always 
preferred tall, slim girls to the Playboy types and, 
..."

Ashley gave a quick, meaningful glance down at her 
breasts.

"Well, I certainly couldn't be less like Playboy 
material. Gina, on the other hand..."

The boys both turned and Gina saw their eyes go to her 
own substantial assets. She felt herself turning pink.

"Hey, it's not my fault. Blame genetics."

"I'm not complaining," said Steve. "You'd stack up 
against any of the girls that we saw on the net today, 
as far as I'm concerned."

"Thank you, Steve... I think... but I can't imagine 
ever posing for pictures like that and then having 
people all over the world staring at them, and worse."

"Pity," Steve lamented. "I bet you'd be well worth 
looking at!"

Gina gave him a questioning look. Steve held her gaze.

"Well, you asked me to be honest," He added.

"That's true. I did. Okay, thank you. And at least you 
two guys have looked me in the eye as you talked to me 
today, not just stared at my boobs."

"And I think Ashley would make some of those 
supermodels look plain by comparison" Kevin grinned. 
"For what it's worth, Ashley, I love your body just as 
it is."

"You've never seen it," she snapped back.

"True, but I can dream, can't I?"

"Well, I certainly can't stop you, can I!" she said 
grim-faced.

"Ashley, you're not being fair," said Gina. "There are 
guys who turn you on too. From what Kevin said 
earlier, you were turned on this morning, so don't 
pretend that you are offended."

"I'm not offended," Ashley said more gently. "I'm 
sorry if I snapped at you, Kevin. I'm pleased that you 
like me as I am; of course I am. I'm just not used to 
talking about this stuff yet."

"Look," said Steve, "why don't we change the subject 
for a while. How often do you guys want to get 
together? As far as I'm concerned, this place is 
available all summer. The weather this week looks as 
though it's going to be the shits so, if you want to 
make this a regular hangout until it clears up and we 
can get outside..."

"Why not!" Gina said at once. "I'm not expected to 
help out at the restaurant until later this summer. 
What do you say, Ash?"

"I've nothing special planned. As long as I'm home in 
time to make dinner for mum, the rest of the time is 
mine, so, okay. I'll fit in with the rest of you."

"Me too," said Kevin, hardly able to believe his luck 
that he might get to spend more time with Ashley that 
summer than he could ever have hoped for.

"Right. Why don't we all meet here around 10.30 each 
morning and see how things go," Steve suggested.

"I'll bring lunch tomorrow," Gina volunteered.

And that is what they decided to do. When they broke 
up, Gina and Ashley walked off through the rain with a 
wistful Kevin watching them until they turned the 
first corner.

TUESDAY

Another wet but warm day saw the group arrive almost 
simultaneously at Steve's door. He answered the bell, 
dressed much as the previous day, although the T-shirt 
was different and he was wearing a pair of white socks 
which were inside out. As they took off their 
rainwear, Kevin noticed that Gina was wearing a black, 
lacy blouse over a black bra. The neckline allowed a 
small amount of her ample cleavage to show. Her skirt 
was also shorter than usual, ending just above her 
knees and she was in a higher heel than they had ever 
seen her wear before.

"You look nice today, Gina," he said.

Steve turned to look at Gina.

"You sure do," he echoed.

"Thanks guys," Gina smiled.

Ashley was wearing perfectly fitted jeans and a white 
sleeveless sweater. Runners and white socks completed 
the outfit. Kevin was casual in golf shirt and slacks. 
They went down to the basement and took up the same 
places on the floor cushions as the day before.

"So, how's it going?" asked Kevin.

Gina looked round the group.

"It was strange when my folks got home last night. I 
mean, I had a great time yesterday but there was no 
way I could tell them why. 'What did you do today, 
sweetheart?' 'Got to look at a bunch of pictures of 
naked, gay men.' I don't think so! Luckily, they'd had 
a busy day at the restaurant so they were just happy 
that I was happy."

"It's easier for us guys," said Kevin. "Steve doesn't 
have anyone to tell and my parents get in so late that 
all they can think about is getting some sleep before 
they are off again next morning."

"What about you, Ashley?" Steve asked. "Everything 
okay?"

"Yes, it was fine. Mum was impressed by the fact that 
I had a bunch of information on modelling. She was a 
bit concerned at first because of the money thing but 
I explained Kevin's idea that maybe I could find an 
Agency that would train me and she was cool."

"What about you, Steve? What did you do last night?" 
asked Gina.

"Well, I put some more RAM in my computer and spent a 
little time doing some programming but, mostly, I was 
thinking about yesterday and hoping that you would all 
show up again this morning."

"Well, we're all here, said Gina "but I'm not sure 
that we've all accepted the rules."

"What do you mean?" said Ashley

"I think we are still afraid to say exactly what we 
mean."

Steve looked puzzled. "How so?" 

"Let me ask Kevin a question," she responded.

"Me?" said Kevin.

"Yes, you. When I got here this morning, you said that 
I looked nice. What did you mean exactly?"

Kevin looked puzzled.

"I meant that you looked nice."

"How exactly ...'nice'?"

Kevin shook his head. "Gina, I don't know what it is 
you want me to say."

"Just the truth but I can see I'm going to have to 
work at this, so let me ask you a different question. 
What was I wearing yesterday?"

"Geez, Gina. I don't know. A skirt and a blouse, I 
guess."

"Ten out of ten for observation. What am I wearing 
today?"

"A different skirt and blouse?"

"So what's different that made you say I looked 'nice' 
today?"

"God, Gina. You make it sound as though 'nice' is an 
insult. I meant that you look... I don't know... 
pretty... sexy."

"At last. There's the word. Thank you, Kevin. That is 
the first time that anyone has actually told me to my 
face that I look sexy. I actually had to borrow my 
sister's clothes to do it but it was worth it. So why 
were you so afraid of saying it?"

"I wasn't afraid exactly but you have to be really 
careful what you say to people these days. Saying the 
wrong thing can get you into real trouble real fast."

"I'm sorry, Kevin. You're right of course, but the 
point I was trying to make yesterday was that, amongst 
ourselves down here, we can be totally honest. I think 
it's great that you and Steve think I'm sexy. I wasn't 
too thrilled yesterday when Steve said that he'd like 
to see pictures of me naked but, when I thought about 
it last night, I was kind of happy to think that he 
put me in the same class as some of those models that 
I thought were totally gorgeous."

"Well, you are," said Steve.

"Right! Keep on smoking that stuff, buster. Anyway, 
although she may not admit it, I know that Ashley was 
happy when Kevin compared her body with some of those 
supermodels."

Ashley glared at her. "Gina, that was just between you 
and me."

"Sorry, Ash, but why? The guys came clean with us. 
Shouldn't we be straight with them? I've already 
admitted that I think Steve is cute. The least that 
Kevin deserves is to know that what he said made you 
feel good."

"I said 'thank you'."

"True, but I practically had to twist your arm."

Ashley looked at Gina for a moment and then turned to 
face Kevin.

"Gina is quite right, Kevin. I wasn't very nice. As I 
said, I'm just not used to talking about this stuff 
with anyone. I'm sorry, and thank you."

"It's okay, Ashley. I understand. I get a little 
uncomfortable myself, but it is neat to be able to 
totally honest for a change."

"How far does this honesty thing go?" said Steve 
thoughtfully.

"What are you thinking?" asked Gina.

"Well, is it more important to be honest or to avoid 
embarrassing friends, for example."

Kevin cleared his throat. "Well, since I just admitted 
to getting uncomfortable, maybe I should try to answer 
that. Although all four of us have known each other 
for ages through school, we only got together as a 
close group for the first time yesterday so it's not 
surprising that it is taking a little while to be 
totally at ease but, speaking for myself, I see 
embarrassment as being a little stupid. I mean, if we 
were all guys here, we'd talk about anything, and 
probably lie our heads off while we were at it about 
our experiences with girls. But here, we've all 
admitted to having no experience so we have nothing to 
hide really. I vote for honesty."

"Well said, Kevin," said Gina. "Ash?"

"I'll probably be sorry I said this but, yes, I agree 
with Kevin on this. Honesty is more important."

"I agree," Gina smiled.

"Now, there's a surprise!" Ashley laughed.

"Great," said Steve "because I've a question. Gina, 
why were you so anxious to see those websites 
yesterday?"

"I told you. Curiosity. It's like there's this great 
band out there that everybody loves but you're parents 
say that you're not allowed to listen to it. It drives 
you nuts. I know that my family is just trying to 
protect me but they don't seem to get it that keeping 
sex a big, dark secret is just the thing that might 
make me do something stupid, just to find out what 
it's all about."

"But now you know... at least about the naked males 
anyway."

"I guess. After yesterday, there can't be too many 
surprises left... can there?"

"Ashley, what about you? Are you still curious about 
things?"

"Of course. I just keep quiet about it is all."

"Kevin, without trying to deliberately embarrass 
Ashley, I'm guessing that you would have been very 
happy if she had been one of the models showing skin 
on the web."

"Shit, Steve."

Keith was aware of Ashley's stare.

"Honestly, I'm not sure. On one side, of course I 
would, and if she does decide to go into modelling, 
showing some skin will be part of the job but I think 
Gina said it yesterday, about not liking the thought 
that guys all over the world were staring at her and 
getting off on it."

"Okay," said Steve. "My turn for honesty. I think Gina 
is a fox and I would love to see her body. Kevin 
thinks Ashley is gorgeous and would die to see her 
body. Gina is an animal and would probably kill to see 
any male body."

Everyone laughed.

"And Ashley at least admits to still having some 
curiosity, even if only quietly and to herself. What 
if there is a way for us to actually enjoy our 
fantasies?"

"What do you have in mind?" Asked Gina.

"A game."

"You're thinking of strip poker, aren't you?" Gina 
giggled.

"Not really," said Steve. "I can't play poker. But 
something like that... yes."

"Wow," gasped Gina. "Oh, wow! I think my father would 
die if he knew I was even thinking about it."

"Are you thinking about it?" asked Ashley in a 
strained voice.

"Of course I am," Gina replied. "I can't believe it, 
but I am thinking about it. How would it work?"

"I have a suggestion if you are serious about it," 
said Kevin.

"I thought you might," said Ashley coldly.

"Ignore her, Kevin," said Gina. "What is it?"

"Well, we take it in turns to deal each of us six 
cards. We look at our cards and pass two to the person 
on our left. Then we count up the cards and the person 
with the highest number of points gets to take 
something off. Aces count as one."

"What if two people have the same score?" asked Gina.

"They each draw another card until one loses." 

"That sounds like my sort of game," Gina grinned. 
"Basically, no skill required, just dumb luck. Oh, 
shit, okay. I'll give a go."

"Kevin?"

"If you guys are in, I'll play."

"What about you, Ashley?"

"It doesn't matter what I think. We all agreed that a 
simple majority would make it happen, so you'll go 
ahead no matter what I say."

"You could leave if you are really unhappy about it," 
said Gina, "but I hope you won't. If we do decide to 
play, I'd like to have some moral support here. 
Besides, you might win every hand and not have to take 
anything off at all."

Ashley gave Gina a long look and saw the unspoken 
pleading in her eyes. She took a deep breath.

"Well, as we're all being so honest, I'm very unsure 
about this but I did say I'd go with a majority 
decision so I guess that, if you decide to play, I'll 
stay."

"And play?" asked Steve.

"And play," said Ashley.

Gina high-fived Ashley.

"Right on, girl." 

"Then I guess I'll find us some cards." said Steve and 
went up stairs.

He returned with a well-worn pack, removed the jokers 
and then shuffled.

"Who wants to deal?" he asked

"You've got them. You deal them," said Kevin.

Steve cut the cards and then dealt them, face down, 
onto the floor in front of each player, counting as he 
went.

"Gina, Kevin, Ashley, me. Gina, Kevin...."

As soon as all six cards had been dealt, each of them 
scooped up their hand and started arranging them. 
Suddenly Gina looked up.

"Wait a minute. We've forgotten something."

"What?" asked Steve.

"What are you wearing, Steve? Everything."

"Um, socks, T-shirt, jeans and underpants. Why?"

"Socks count as one item so that's four items. What 
about you Kevin?"

"The same. Socks, slacks, golf-shirt and underwear."

"Four again. Ashley?"

"Socks, Jeans, sweater and underwear."

"Bra and Panties?"

Ashley felt a blush starting.

"Yes."

"That's five. Take off your socks. It's not fair if we 
have more clothes than the guys."

Ashley hesitated, then leaned forward and removed her 
socks and put them on the floor beside her. Kevin 
looked at her slender feet, with the carefully applied 
polish on each perfectly trimmed nail, and thought 
that he had never seen such sexy feet in his life. 
Gina's voice brought him back to the game.

"I'm wearing my sister's skirt, my sister's blouse, my 
sister's bra and my sister's panties but I'm wearing 
my own panty-hose. That's five."

She laid her cards face down on the carpet and stood 
up. Facing away from them, she reached up under her 
skirt and pulled down the pantyhose, which she 
deposited in the middle of the circle. Then she picked 
up Ashley's discarded socks and put them in the middle 
too before sitting down again.

"Right, now we're all even. So, we pass two cards to 
our left. Is that it?"

"Yes," said Kevin.

Cards changed hands all round the group.

"Now we count. As Steve dealt, you declare first, 
Gina," said Kevin.

"Just a moment. Kings are thirteen, right?"

"Right"

She spread her cards on the floor so they could all 
see them.

"Okay, I make that forty-six."

Steve did a quick check.

"Forty-six is right. Kevin?"

Kevin put his cards down. They were nearly all court 
cards.

"Fifty-seven." 

"Shit," said Steve. "That will take some beating. 
Ashley?"

She fanned out her hand on the floor.

"Fifty."

"And I have thirty-two," said Steve, laying out his 
hand. "That makes Kevin the winner of the first 
round."

Kevin stretched forward to remove his socks,

"No, Kevin," Gina grinned. "Stand up so we can all get 
a good view."

Kevin laughed, stood up, peeled off his socks and 
tossed them onto the pile. Then he sat back down.

"Your cards, Gina." Said Steve, handing her the pack. 

Gina shuffled the cards a little awkwardly at first 
but soon had them distributed around the circle. Once 
again there was the selection of discards to be passed 
on and a quick totalling of their hands.

"Kevin, You're shout," said Steve.

"Thirty-nine."

"Forty-three" said Ashley

"I've got fifty-five," said Steve. "It's up to you 
Gina. What do you have?"

"Forty-nine," she said with a big grin.

Steve stood up, whipped off his socks and passed them 
quickly under the noses of the others, laughing, 
before dropping them on the floor. Gina passed the 
cards to Kevin. He shuffled, cut and dealt very 
efficiently. Cards changed hands, numbers were added 
and everyone looked at Ashley.

"Twenty-six," she smiled.

"Fifty-five... again" said Steve. "Will you please 
stop dealing kings to Ashley. She keeps giving them to 
me."

"Forty." Gina declared.

"Forty-four," said Kevin. "Sorry, Steve."

"Look out guys. We girls are going to whip your 
asses." Gina giggled.

"We'll see," said Steve as he stood up. He took off 
his T-shirt and flexed his arms like a body-builder 
before sitting down. He was rewarded with a warm laugh 
from Gina, and even Ashley smiled.

Ashley took up the cards and shuffled. She dealt 
slowly and precisely until each player had the full 
complement of cards.

This time, Kevin lost. Gina was bouncing up and down.

"I warned you. Come on, Kevin. Get it off."

Kevin grinned, stood up, removed his golf shirt and 
then sat again. He was aware of Ashley's appraising 
glance as he did so and wondered what was going 
through her mind at that moment.

The atmosphere got a little more tense when he lost 
again on Steve's deal.

"Oh boy," was the best that Gina could manage.

Kevin stood again, more hesitantly this time, and 
undid his belt, unzipped his fly and slowly began to 
pull off his slacks with Ashley studying his every 
move. No emotion showed on her face but the fact that 
she was watching him caused his penis to begin 
stiffening against his boxers. He quickly finished 
removing his slacks and sat, hoping that she had not 
noticed his "problem".

Gina dealt again. Kevin had forty-one, Ashley had 
forty-five, Steve had thirty-seven. Gina looked at her 
cards again. Kevin could hardly breathe. If Gina had 
less than forty-five, Ashley was going to have to take 
something off and, whatever it was, he figured he was 
going to see more of her than he had ever expected to 
see.

"Forty-six" said Gina quietly. "On my own deal, too."

She stood. Now that she was facing the moment of 
truth, all the bounce had left her. She hadn't really 
imagined that it would come to this. It had just been 
a game up to this point."

"Gina, you don't have to do this," said Ashley.

It was that which made up her mind.

"Yes, Ashley. I do. I'm shaking, but we all agreed to 
play and the guys haven't complained about losing, so 
I'm not about to either."

Her fingers were trembling as she tried to unbutton 
her blouse. Steve and Kevin watched as slowly, one by 
one, she got them undone. A gap appeared down the 
middle of the lacy fabric and her bra began to show. 
There were six buttons in all and, once she had 
managed all of them, she slid the blouse off her 
shoulders and arms onto the pile. The boys were 
mesmerised. The black bra only just managed to contain 
the creamy flesh within. A dark line of cleavage gave 
evidence of her ample breasts straining against the 
fabric. There was a sharp intake of breath from Steve 
as Gina sat.

"Very nice, Gina," he nodded.

"Just deal, Kevin," said Gina, pink in the face.

So Kevin dealt and Steve lost which restored some of 
Gina's good humour. He stood and removed his jeans to 
reveal black Y-fronts, and tossed them onto the stack 
of discarded clothing.

"Nice package, Steve" said Gina with a smile that was 
immediately returned.

"Ashley's deal."

When Gina lost again, she gave Ashley a hard look.

"You sure lead a charmed life. You sure you're not 
dealing off the bottom?"

She stood.

"Oh, shit, here goes nothing."

She unzipped her skirt and let it drop onto the floor. 
Her black panties, made from the same lacy material as 
the bra, clung to the generous curves of her buttocks 
but, all in all, the outfit was no more revealing than 
a bikini. That did not stop admiring glances from 
Steve and Kevin. Gina did a little pirouette that 
earned her an appreciative whistle before she sat 
again.

Steve collected the cards, shuffled, cut and dealt. 
The swapping of cards took place. Gina lay down her 
hand.

"Twenty-seven. Thank you, Lord." She smiled.

"Thirty-two," Kevin declared.

"Forty-two," Ashley sighed.

Kevin held his breath. The call was the highest so far 
but could easily be topped by Steve and he suddenly 
realised how much he wanted to see more of Ashley's 
tantalising body. He looked at Steve and saw a huge 
grin spreading across his face.

"Forty-one. Would you like to count them?"

Ashley gave the cards a cursory scan before standing. 
Kevin's heart was pounding in anticipation and his 
penis was hard as a rock creating an obvious tent in 
his pants. Ashley calmly reached behind her back, slid 
her hands up under her sweater and, a moment later, 
pulled out a flimsy white bra. She dropped it with the 
other clothing and sat back down.

"Strapless," moaned Gina. "How can you get away with 
strapless?"

"Not a lot to support," Ashley replied morosely.

Kevin was looking totally crest-fallen. The removal of 
her bra had left Ashley's body no more visible to him 
than before. True, he could see the slight protrusion 
that marked the position of her nipples at the tip of 
the gentle swelling of her breasts but it was less 
marked than he had seen the day before when she still, 
presumably, had a bra on. Ashley saw his look but said 
nothing as she waited for Gina to deal again.

There was complete silence now. The guys were down to 
their underpants; Gina was left in bra and panties. 
Only Ashley was still fully covered but, with the next 
hand, that would all change since the odds were 
heavily in favour of one of them having to reveal more 
of themselves that they had ever done publicly before.

Gina's heart was pounding as she dealt the cards. 
Kevin checked his hand.

"Forty-eight."

"Wow," said Gina. "Can anyone beat that?"

"Not me," said Ashley. "Thirty-nine."

"Well, I can," said Steve. "Fifty-six. Okay, Gina. How 
many?"

She lay her cards down slowly.

"Thirty-one. Sorry, Steve. If it helps, I'm really, 
really glad that the first live naked male that I get 
to see for real will be you."

Steve got to his feet.

"Oh, well. I suggested this so I can't blame anyone 
else."

He turned his back, pulled down his Y-fronts and 
stepped out of them. His slim, white buttocks were 
clenched tight and he kept his legs together. Covering 
his crotch with one hand, he turned back to face them 
and discarded his underwear into the middle of the 
circle.

"Steve," said Gina, "you're not going to spoil my 
treat, are you?"

"I guess not," he said and took his covering hands 
away.

There was a collective gasp. Although not particularly 
fat, his uncircumcised, limp penis was at least six 
inches long. Kevin saw that both Gina and Ashley were 
staring at it and he was reminded again that his own 
was far less impressive. He began to dread the 
possibility that he might have to follow Steve's 
example. What chance did he stand with Ashley when he 
was so modestly equipped?

Steve sat.

"That's me out. I just get to sit and watch."

"Why don't you do the shuffling and dealing," Kevin 
suggested.

"Is that okay with the rest of you?"

"Sure," said Gina, and Ashley nodded agreement.

The cards circulated, changed hands and were counted. 
Gina lost. 

"Oh, shit," she said.

"Yes!!" Steve cheered.
	
Gina got to her feet. As Steve had done, she turned 
her back to them, reached behind and unclipped her 
bra, tossing it backwards. Then she covered her 
breasts, cupping her left breast in her left hand and 
the right in her right. Slowly she turned back to face 
them.

"I just want you to know that, apart from my mother, 
no one has ever seen what you are about to see."

She took her hands away to reveal the most luscious, 
melon-sized breasts that Steve had ever seen. Their 
creamy young flesh was firm and, in spite of their 
size, sank only a little under the influence of 
gravity. At their tips were large, brown areolae from 
which protruded lighter coloured nipples, fully erect 
and tilted slightly upwards. Gina allowed the guys to 
look for a moment or two before she sat back down. As 
they looked at her, both Steve and Kevin found 
themselves sporting erections. Gina was staring at 
Steve's massive boner in amazement. He saw her gaze 
locked on his groin.

"Jesus, Gina. Sorry, but you're fucking gorgeous," 
gasped Steve. "Absolutely fucking gorgeous!"

"Beautiful, Gina," Kevin added, no longer trying to 
hide the fact that his pants were bulging..

Gina was beet red.

"Thank you, guys. Deal, Steve."

With the next hand, Kevin's worst fear was realised. 
He lost and found both girls now staring at him as he 
stood to shed both his dignity and his boxers. He 
decided that, if he was going to do this, he might 
just as well face them and get it over and done with. 
He slipped his fingers into the waistband of his 
shorts and started to slide them down his legs. The 
front of the waistband caught on his erect circumcised 
penis and pulled it downwards. As it cleared his 
shorts, it bounced back as though it was on a spring. 
As quickly as he could, he stepped out of his boxers, 
tossed them aside and sat. Ashley was looking at him 
and he saw a small smile cross her lips. Was it 
contempt, he wondered?

"Good on you, Kevin," said Gina. "I guess it's just 
Ashley and I now."

Steve dealt again and the girls exchanged two cards 
each.

"How many, Ashley," Steve asked.

""Forty-eight."

Gina's head snapped up.

"How many, Gina?" asked Steve.

"Forty-eight."

"Shit... a draw," Kevin gasped.

Steve fanned out the remaining cards and held them in 
front of Gina.

"Pick a card," he instructed.

Gina pulled a single card from the middle of the fan. 
Steve offered the cards to Ashley. She hesitated and 
then took a card from one end, glanced at it, then 
held it close to her chest..

"What do you have, Gina?"

"Five," she answered with a smile, holding the card 
out for all to see.

"Okay, Ashley. It's all down to you. What've you got?"

Ashley looked at her card again.

"An ace. Does that mean that I've won?"

Gina looked disgusted.

"Yes, and it means that I lose. Jeez, Ashley, when I 
said that you might win every hand, you didn't have to 
take it seriously."

Ashley was now smiling broadly. Gina got to her feet.

"I don't believe I'm doing this. Okay, Steve. You 
wanted to see me naked. Here goes."

She pulled her panties down and off in one swift 
movement, placed her hands on her hips and rotated 
slowly through a full 360 degrees. Her stomach was 
slightly rounded and led down to a large thatch of 
black, curly pubic hair that completely hid the 
details of her genital area. Her buttocks were plump 
and curvaceous, her legs short but well shaped with 
the musculature of a dancer.

Steven and Kevin had accepted the fact that now both 
had erections that were showing no signs of waning and 
could no longer be hidden. Gina nodded at both of 
them.

"Thank you for those," she smiled

"Gina, I said it before. You are fucking gorgeous." 
Steve grinned.

"You really are pretty, Gina," Kevin added.

Everybody stood and Kevin was acutely conscious once 
more that he was stark naked with a major erection and 
that Ashley was still fully dressed. He dragged his 
eyes away from Gina and looked at her. He found that 
Ashley's eyes were on his penis and that her nipples 
had, once again, become erect under her sweater. Was 
she comparing him with Steve and had Steve turned her 
on with his more impressive tool?

"I suppose we should get dressed again," Kevin 
stammered.

Gina suddenly moved into the centre of the circle.

"Before we do, can I ask you a huge favour, Steve. Say 
no if you want, of course."

"What is it Gina?"

"May I touch it? Just for a moment. I've never been 
this close to one before."

"Shit, Gina." There was a pause. "Okay, I guess ...if 
you really want to."

The others watched in fascination as Gina reached out 
a tentative hand and wrapped it gently around Steve's 
shaft.

"Wow, it feels soft and hard at the same time. And 
hot."

She allowed her hand to explore along its length and 
then gently rolled back Steve's foreskin to reveal the 
pinkish red head, which now had a tiny drop of 
moisture gleaming at the tip.

"Steve, is it alright if Ashley feels it too?"

"I'll pass thanks, Gina."

"Oh, Ashley. You're such a prude. Come on. Let's get 
dressed. I've brought lunch for everyone."

Later, they reassembled in the basement. Gina led off 
the discussion once more.

"It already feels as though this morning was a dream 
or something. I can't believe that I've now seen you 
guys naked, and that you've seen me naked, and that I 
still feel sort of comfortable with that."

"Well, if it was a dream, it was a wet one," Steve 
joked. "Anyway, it couldn't have been a dream. I can 
never remember mine ten seconds after waking up but I 
certainly won't forget this morning in a hurry."

"Nor me", Kevin added.

"You're very quiet, Ashley." Gina observed. 
"Everything okay?"

"It should be," Kevin complained. "She didn't have to 
strip."

Gina pounced on him. "Hey, Kevin. That's not fair. 
Ashley didn't really want to join in, but she did and 
she played by the rules. Don't pick on her just 
because she won."

Kevin looked shame-faced at Gina's outburst.

"I'm sorry, Ashley. I wasn't suggesting that you 
cheated or anything like that."

Ashley smiled faintly.

"I know, Kevin. I didn't take it that way. I'm fine. 
Just a little confused by what has happened over the 
last two days."

"What do you mean, 'confused'?" asked Steve.

"It's hard to explain. If Gina hadn't decided to play 
and asked me to stay, there's no way I would have 
agreed to join in this morning. As it turned out, I 
found that I was not as shocked by seeing you guys 
undress as I thought I would be or, perhaps as I 
thought I should be."

"I don't get that," said Gina.

"Well," said Ashley "although I'm not religious, Dad 
was. He was brought up in a very strict Swedish Church 
that believed in hellfire and damnation if you were 
bad. And sex was one of those bad things that sent you 
straight to hell if you messed around with it outside 
of marriage. I thought that I had sort of forgotten 
all that stuff; you know; figured that it was all 
garbage but, every so often, I can still hear his 
voice warning me to stay away from it and keep myself 
pure. It's dumb I know, but..."

"I know what you mean," said Gina. "Every time my 
parents warn me off of this stuff, they end up making 
it sound more exciting. I'm just so glad that we can 
talk here without any adults around to "protect" us. 
Anyway, I've got another question." 

"Just when you thought the water was safe again," 
Ashley said with a grin.

"Ignoring that," Gina giggled, "I want to go back to 
something Steve said yesterday."

"What was that?" Steve asked.

"You made some comment, what was it... you said that 
you had never had sex, at least not with another 
person."

"That was a joke, babe!" Steve said quickly.

Gina looked him steadily in the eye. "Was it?" she 
said quietly.

"What is it you're asking me, Gina?" 

"I guess I want to know if you get yourself off 
looking at photos of girls."

There was absolute silence as Steve looked down at the 
floor for a moment before meeting her gaze again.

"The truth?"

"Of course."

"Yes. If I didn't, I wouldn't have a sex life at all. 
And for what it's worth, all guys do. If they tell you 
they don't, they're lying."

"Is that true, Kevin?"

Kevin saw all eyes on him and wanted to sink through 
the floor. In the end, he decided to go with the 
truth.

"Steve's right, as far as I know. I think that all 
guys do."

Gina was insistent. "Do you?"

"I'm a guy, so yes... sometimes. I'd burst if I 
didn't."

"Do you always come?"

Kevin shook his head in disbelief.

"Christ, Gina."

"I'm sorry, Kevin, but I don't know anything about all 
this stuff and I feel stupid not knowing. You and 
Steve are free to ask us questions as well, you know. 
So, tell me, do you always come?"

"Yes, Gina, I've always come."

"You too, Steve?"

"So far, and especially now I can fantasise about 
you."

"Oh, great," Gina said.

"Too honest for you?"

"Okay, fair enough... I guess."

"So, what about you, Gina. Do you fantasize and 
masturbate too?"

"I'm not quite sure."

"What do you mean, you're not quite sure?"

"Well, some times, when I'm in bed and feeling horny, 
I'll rub myself but I'm sure that I've never had an 
orgasm and I know that I've never stuck one of those 
didos into myself. In any case, my sister sleeps in 
the room right next to mine and I don't want her to 
hear me. I do know, though, that she gets herself off 
occasionally because I hear her moaning. Listening to 
the girl talk in the locker room, I'd say that all 
girls do it too."

"They're called dildos, not 'didos', and not getting 
off doesn't mean that you aren't masturbating. Just 
that you're not climaxing."

Gina turned to Ashley. She was staring at the ground. 
When she felt Gina's gaze on her, she looked up and 
there was a tear running down her cheek. Gina was 
immediately all concern.

"Ashley, are you okay? What is it?"

Ashley wiped the tear away and tried to smile.

"It's nothing. It's stupid. Oh, I'm too dumb to live. 
I thought that "nice girls", like I was brought up to 
be, didn't do that sort of thing and I've been feeling 
guilty for months because I've tried to do it a couple 
of times. In my case, it's my mother in the next 
bedroom with both our doors wide open. But to hear 
that everyone does it means that I'm normal. I've been 
thinking that I was really wicked and was going to 
Hell, just as my father had said I would."

She looked up and met their gaze with a smile.

	"Well, I told you it was stupid."

This time, the smile was genuine. Gina came over to 
Ashley a wrapped her arms around her.

"See, Ash, I told you this would be educational. Now 
you can stop worrying about it. You're as normal as 
anyone I know."

They exchanged hugs and Gina went back to her cushion. 
Ashley glanced at her watch.

"Hey, guys, I've got to get out of here. Mother's at 
home tonight for once and I have to get the meal 
ready."

"Okay," said Steve. "Are we meeting again tomorrow?"

"Sure," said Gina. "I'll be here."

"Me too," said Kevin.
	
"Fine," said Ashley, moving towards the stairs. 

"Maybe we should talk about our fantasies tomorrow," 
Gina laughed as she, Ashley and Kevin put on their 
raincoats.

"Good idea," said Steve. "See you in the morning 
guys."

Ashley and Gina went one way and Kevin went the other 
as Steve closed the door. This time, he was the one 
who couldn't get the happy smile off his face.


WEDNESDAY

By 10:30, Gina, Steve and Kevin were settled in the 
basement but there was no sign of Ashley.

"Has she phoned?" Kevin asked.

"Not so far," Keith replied.

"Was she really upset yesterday?" Kevin asked Gina.

"I didn't think so," said Gina. "I mean, I know that 
she was very relieved that she didn't have to take her 
clothes off but it seemed to me that, by the end of 
the afternoon, she was feeling more at ease with 
everything."

"Did she say much on the way home?"

"Not a lot. She certainly didn't bitch about things."

"Maybe we should try phoning her," Steve suggested.

They were just getting up to do so when the front door 
bell rang. All three went upstairs to answer it. 
Ashley was standing on the front step with four 
plastic bags in her hands.

"Sorry I'm late, guys, but I told mother that it was 
my turn to provide the lunch and I stopped off at the 
store to pick up some stuff."

"God, Ashley, you had us worried," said Gina. "We 
thought you'd changed your mind about coming."

"Actually, I nearly did but here I am."

Kevin and Steve took the bags into the kitchen and 
Ashley hung her raincoat up in the closet. Under it, 
she was wearing white pants, pink blouse, white socks 
and flat heels. She and Gina followed the boys into 
the kitchen. When all the food had been placed in the 
fridge, they all went back down to the basement and 
sat round in their now familiar circle.

"Okay, Ashley," said Gina. "Why did you nearly decide 
not to come back?"

"I will try to answer that, I promise, but first of 
all I want to tell you all that I'm still not finding 
this at all easy. I know that it's my problem but that 
doesn't help, so just let me stumble through this as 
best I can, okay?"

The others nodded agreement.

"Okay. Kevin, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, Ashley."

"It was pretty clear yesterday that you were 
disappointed when I managed to get through that card 
game without stripping. But you got to see Gina take 
her clothes off, so what made you so upset?"

"Gee, Ashley."

He thought about what she'd asked for a moment before 
continuing.

"Well... okay, yes, I got to see Gina get naked..."

"And you got turned on."

"Yes, I got turned on. You saw that for yourself. But 
why wouldn't I? It was the first time I'd ever seen a 
girl strip to the skin and you've got to admit that 
Gina is beautiful. Naturally I got turned on."

"But you still wanted to see me strip?"

"Not if it was totally against your will, Ashley."

"To quote Gina, that's not an answer. I'm talking 
about what you wanted not what I wanted."

"You're right. Yes. I wanted to see you strip. Is that 
what you wanted to hear?"

"If it's the truth, yes, but I'd like to hear why."

"Fair enough."

He turned to look at Gina. "Forgive me, Gina. You know 
that I find you attractive. Jesus, you saw how excited 
you made me..."

"It's okay, Kevin. I understand. Just tell her."

Kevin turned back to face Ashley. "The truth is that I 
have always preferred small-busted girls. I've told 
you all this before. I'm attracted to tall, slim girls 
who – as someone put it – are built for speed rather 
than comfort. And, much as Gina is stunning, I would 
truly have preferred my very first, real-life, naked 
woman to have been you. Why is that so hard to 
understand?

"Barbara McCulloch."

"Barbara McCulloch? What has she got to do with it?"

Ashley cupped her hands and held them about eight 
inches in front of her chest.

"Forty-two D. That's what it's got to do with it. She 
always has guys all over her. And didn't you hear what 
Gina said about guys always talking to her chest. What 
about all that jock talk? 'Bloody hell, look at the 
size of the tits on that one. I'd love to do her the 
big favour.' Then the tabloids are always full of 
girls with humongous boobs. They seem to be every 
man's fantasy, and I've got these."

She pointed to her chest. "So, Kevin, to be honest, I 
thought that you were just trying to make me feel 
better."

"God, Ashley. Haven't you worked out by now that, for 
every size and shape of woman, there's a bunch of us 
horny males out there that find that size or shape 
just perfect for them?"

"It's okay, Kevin. I do believe you... now. I'm sorry 
that I didn't believe you before."

She looked round the group.

"I said that I'd try to explain why I nearly didn't 
come back again today. I lay in bed last night 
replaying yesterday in my mind and trying to work out 
what I really thought about it. The first thing I 
realised was that I was finding it incredibly 
difficult to be honest with myself. When you suggested 
that card game, I was ready to get up and leave. It 
was exactly what my father, in particular, would have 
expected me to do. At first, I only stayed because 
Gina had asked me to but, as the game went on, I 
discovered that I was as eager to see Kevin's and 
Steve's bodies, as they were to see Gina's. 

Kevin made a sound as though he was about to protest 
but Ashley cut him off.

"Yes, I know, Kevin. You wanted to see mine but this 
was yesterday, remember. I guess that you noticed that 
I was also getting turned on but a part of me was 
disgusted, mainly with myself for being disgusted, but 
I hadn't worked it all out then. Once I realised that 
what was troubling me was fear, I looked at what it 
was that was frightening me. Partly, I was afraid that 
I would never be able to measure up to your 
expectations after seeing Gina, and partly it was that 
old threat of Hellfire. Well, I was finally able to 
put the religious fear to one side, which is why it 
was so important for me to find out what Kevin really 
thought about me. And I could only do that by coming 
here again."

"Well, we're all glad you did," said Steve. 
"Especially Kevin."

"Thanks guys, but there is another thing. I spent a 
lot of time thinking about that game and the fact that 
everyone honoured the rules."

"I was going to ask you about that," said Steve. "If 
you'd lost another round, would you have taken 
something off?"

"Honestly? Yesterday... Probably not."

Gina spotted the qualification.

"What about today?" she asked.

"Well, I guess that if you made it a condition of my 
continuing to come here, I'd have to think about it."

Kevin held up his hand for attention.

"I think that maybe we should bring in another rule," 
he said. "I suggest that, in spite of us all agreeing 
to accept a majority decision, we also agree that we 
will never expect any one of us to do something that 
they really don't want to do. Who agrees?"

He, Gina and Steve raised their hands immediately. 
Ashley slowly raised hers too and gave Kevin a warm 
smile.

"Thank you, Kevin. That makes what I want to say next 
a bit easier. As I was saying, I kept thinking about 
how much guts it had taken for you all to go through 
with that game, and how I would probably have wimped 
out if I had been expected to carry on. It made me 
feel as though I had no real right to be here."

"Nonsense, Ashley," Kevin said, "I thought we'd 
settled that. Everyone knows that you won fair and 
square."

"Maybe, but nevertheless ...look, I don't know if I 
can go through with this...

She stood up and faced Kevin. "...but I'm going to 
try. Kevin, look at this as being my apology for 
doubting you."

Her hands went to the top button of her blouse and 
undid it.

"Bloody hell," gasped Steve.

"Shut up, you idiot," hissed Gina.

Kevin's jaw dropped and he sat open-mouthed as Ashley 
continued undoing buttons. Beneath the blouse, she was 
wearing a pink lace bra that was semi-transparent and, 
as the front of the blouse flapped open, he thought 
that he could just make out the outline of her nipples 
through the fabric. She finished unbuttoning the 
front, undid the cuffs and then slipped it off her 
shoulders.

Kevin felt his penis surge to attention and his hand 
went to the bulge in his jeans before he realised what 
he was doing. Ashley moved to undo the waist of her 
white pants and then undid the fly buttons. More pink 
lace began to show in the vee as the pants gapped open 
at the top. Then, she slid the pants down over her 
long legs and stepped out of them.

This time Kevin's gasp was audible. She was wearing a 
thong that barely covered her crotch and her legs were 
as shapely as those of any supermodel he had ever 
seen. She turned slowly so that he could enjoy the 
rear view and, to his delight, her buttocks were 
perfect ivory hemispheres... sheer unblemished 
perfection. Completing the circle, she placed a finger 
from each hand into the waistband of the thong and 
slipped out of it. Kevin saw that beneath the neat 
navel and flat planes of her belly was a small neatly 
trimmed bush of pale, blonde hair that did little to 
hide the wonder of her. He noted the crease of her 
vulva with the small nubbin at its head. The outer 
lips formed a straight line that masked the opening to 
her vagina but he was too awe-struck to even think 
about that.

Finally, and with a little hesitation, Ashley reached 
behind her and unclipped her bra. She cupped each 
breast with a hand, holding the released garment tight 
to her body.

"This is the hardest bit," she whispered.

Very slowly, she moved her hands down, drawing the bra 
with them. The gentle upper slope of her breasts came 
into view and then, at the bra's upper edge, a hint of 
pink. The fabric crept lower and the distinctive shape 
of the areolae began to appear. She hesitated again 
for a moment and then just let the bra drop away. 

She was absolutely everything that Kevin could ever 
have desired and more. Two perfect breasts, each the 
size of a small orange, each perfectly shaped with a 
slight upward tilt; pink areolae from the centre of 
which projected long, up-tilted nipples, now fully 
erect.

He stared at her in amazement and then suddenly jack-
knifed as though in pain. Ashley was all concern.

"What is it, Kevin? Are you all right?"

He looked up at her, his face a mixture of awe and 
embarrassment.

"Shit, Ashley. You're so fucking gorgeous that you've 
made me come in my pants."

The mixture of laughter and relief in the group was 
instant.

"Jeez, Ashley," Steve laughed, "you couldn't ask for 
more positive proof than that that you are a fox. And 
you really are. I can see exactly why Kevin fancies 
you."

Ashley was scarlet in the face but smiling.

"Thank you both. At least I feel that I now have the 
right to sit with you on equal terms."

And she sat, still totally nude, on her cushion. Kevin 
got to his feet. 

"Ashley, thank you for the 'apology'. I'm totally 
embarrassed right now and I'm going to the bathroom to 
clean up."

He got up with his hands hiding the damp patch on his 
trousers and went into the downstairs washroom. He 
came back a few minutes later with a towel wrapped 
round his middle.

"I've sponged my trousers and rinsed out my shorts. 
They're drying in the bathroom if that's okay."

"Sure, but I'll throw them in the dryer for you. It'll 
be quicker."

He was gone for only a few moments and they heard the 
sound of the dryer running in the distance.

"Well, Ashley. You'll be a hard act to follow," said 
Gina. "Did anyone come up with a fantasy they want to 
tell us about?"

There was a pause as she looked around the group. 
Steve cleared his throat.

"You got something, Steve?" she asked.

"Well, yes, but you may not like it."

"If I don't like it, I'll tell you. What is it?"

"I want to shave your pussy."

There was a moment's stunned silence.

"You want to what?" Gina shrieked.

"I want to shave your pussy. You have the biggest bush 
I've ever seen and I'm curious to see what's under it. 
Come on, babe. It was your curiosity that started all 
this. What do you say?"

"I don't know what to say. I've never thought about 
how much hair I have there. It's just me. Is that 
really your fantasy?"

"Yes. What do you think?"

"Well, I imagine it would be painless. Besides, if I 
hate it afterwards, I guess it will grow back. Oh, 
what the hell. If that's your great fantasy, I guess I 
can live with it. Go ahead."

"Great, babe. You're the best. Hang on."

Steve went back to the bathroom and reappeared a few 
minutes later with towels, a bowl of warm water, 
shaving cream, baby oil and electric and dry razors. 
He spread one of the towels in the middle of the 
circle.

"Probably best if you lay down here."

"Probably best if I took my skirt and panties off too, 
wouldn't you say?" Gina quipped.

"That too." Steve grinned.

Gina unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. Her 
panties followed. She was just about to lie down when 
she suddenly stopped.

"You know what? This is stupid."

A look of concern swept across Steve's face.

"What's the problem, babe?"

"I feel more naked like this than when I wore nothing 
at all."

She began unbuttoning her blouse, then threw it to one 
side and tossed her bra after it.

"Your lucky day, guys," she joked. Two gorgeous, naked 
dames for the price of one."

Kevin felt the familiar rush of blood to his groin as 
he gazed first at Ashley and then at Gina. He had no 
means of hiding his arousal and gave up trying. Gina 
was watching him with a big grin on her face. Without 
warning, she reached out and grabbed the end of the 
towel wrapped around his waist. She gave one almighty 
tug and whipped it away from him, letting it fly 
across the room. His short golf shirt was totally 
unable to hide his bulging erection. 

"Boy, Kevin, there's no keeping a good man down, is 
there?" she laughed.

Ashley was smiling as well as Kevin tried to cover 
himself but, in the end, gave up.

"Oh, fuck it," he said laughing.

He peeled off his shirt and sat naked on his cushion 
next to Ashley. Without saying anything, Gina just 
looked steadily ay Steve.

He held her gaze for a moment and then capitulated. 
"Oh, okay," he said, and stripped to the skin. 
"Happy?"

"Very," said Gina, gently touching his penis, which 
obliged her by coming to attention. "That's more like 
it. A girl likes to know that she's appreciated. 

"Oh you are!!" Steve enthused. 

He pointed to an ornate mirror leaning against a wall 
beside one of the sofas.

"Just look at you!"

Gina walked over to the mirror and studied her 
reflection for a moment, then shrugged and came back 
to the others.

"It's just me, but I'm glad you like it. So, If we're 
going to do this," she said, "let's get on with it."

She lay down on the towels and Steve knelt beside her.

"Okay, hon. Here we go."

He plugged in the electric razor and snapped on a 
beard trimming guard. Kneeling beside her navel, he 
began to run the blade through the mass of springy 
black hair, starting at the top. Gina felt the 
vibration against her pubic bone and thought the 
sensation very pleasant. Black curls began to pile up 
on her stomach and on the towel as the razor continued 
to move back and forth across her pubis, leaving short 
stubble behind. As the blade moved lower, Gina was 
aware of a new sensation filling her and saw that her 
nipples were now beginning to stand up. She wriggled 
her bum a little.

"Stay still, babe. Almost done," Steve warned.

"Pity. I was beginning to enjoy this," she smiled.

As Steve finished with the electric razor, the clear 
outline of Gina's vulva was now visible under the 
bristly residue, 

"Hang in, kiddo," Steve warned. "This may be a little 
cool."

He picked up the can of shaving foam and sprayed it 
liberally over Gina's pubic region. She squeaked as 
the white cloud landed. Steve put the can down and 
picked up the dry razor and another towel.

"Okay, Gina. Lay very still. This blade is sharp. Oh, 
I'm going to be touching you down there as well, just 
so you know,"

"Well, you just be careful what you shave, is all," 
Gina muttered.

Steve began at the top of her delta again and very 
carefully started to shave the foam and the stubble 
that the electric razor had left behind, wiping the 
razor occasionally on the towel. As he progressed, he 
left behind utterly hairless skin that was slightly 
pinker than the surrounding flesh, from the abrasion. 
Lower he worked until, after several minutes, he 
reached the top of Gina's slit.

"Very still now."

He pressed his hand to one side of her outer lips and 
stretched the skin so that he could shave off the last 
remaining wisps of hair. Then he did the other side. 
Gina lay with her eyes closed as the thought that she 
was being touched by a man for the first time in her 
most sensitive region made her body shudder and her 
heart pound.

"All done", Steve announced. "Here's a towel to wipe 
off the foam."

Gina took the towel, wiped the remaining foam away and 
then looked down at Steve's handiwork. He was grinning 
broadly.

"Smooth as a baby." He announced. "What do you think?"

"You seem to like it."

"I think you look beautiful."

"Well, it's an odd thing to say but this is the very 
first time in years that I've had a clear look at it. 
It feels fine. I could probably get used to it so 
you'd better keep that razor sharp."

"Any time babe," said Steve happily as he cleared away 
the razors and other items."

"What about lunch?" Kevin asked. 

"I'll bring it down here," Ashley volunteered and ran 
up to the kitchen. Kevin watched longingly as her 
naked buns disappeared from view up the stairs. In 
moments she was back with rolls, cold cuts and cold 
drinks. No one seemed embarrassed any longer over 
being naked.

Ashley commented on it as soon as lunch was cleared 
away.

"I simply cannot believe how comfortable I feel with 
you all like this. I feel so stupid for my behaviour 
yesterday."

"Ashley, let it drop," said Gina. "We all understand 
and it's okay."

Ashley smiled her thanks.

"So, anyone else have a fantasy they want to share?" 
Steve asked.

Ashley looked around and then said nothing but a 
bright flush rose to her cheeks. Gina didn't miss it.

"Okay Ashley, what is it?"

"Sorry, Gina. I can't."

"Oh don't start that again. Of course you can. Come 
on, out with it. What is this fantasy of yours?"

Ashley's eyes were on Kevin as she answered.

"Well, it's not so much a fantasy as it is curiosity. 
Gina asked both of you guys yesterday if you always 
came, and today, Kevin said that he'd come in his 
pants."

"Don't remind me," said Kevin in mock horror.

"Sorry, but it's just that I wondered what that was 
like. I mean, what happens exactly when guys come? 
What does it look like? What do you feel like?"

"You mean an orgasm?" asked Steve.

"I guess. I mean, it's supposed to be this big deal 
and I have no real idea beyond Grade 9 biology of 
what's involved."

Gina's voice was filled with disbelief. 

"Ashley Gunnarsen, when you come out of your shell, 
you really come out, don't you! Are you asking Kevin 
to show you? "

"I don't know. I suppose so. Is that awful? I mean is 
it worse than Steve's shaving you... down there? And, 
anyway, I thought guys were supposed to enjoy it."

"We do, Ashley," said Steve "but it is usually a 
private thing. You know; a guy, a sock and a dirty 
magazine. But, hey, if Kevin's willing..."

Kevin was utterly stunned by what Ashley had been 
saying. He adored her and had told himself that he 
would do anything for her. Indeed, it was her mental 
image that he had used often enough to do exactly what 
she was asking him to do now but... in front of her 
and the others? He looked at her and at the perfection 
of her body and nature made up his mind for him. He 
felt his penis stiffening again and saw the smile of 
surprise cross her face.

"Oh, my God, he's going to do it," whispered Gina, 
almost to herself.

Ashley was watching Kevin's penis as it filled with 
blood until it stood stiff as a poker. She could see 
the veins swelling around the shaft and could actually 
make out a pulsing along its length. She knelt beside 
him and he looked at her, shutting everything out of 
his mind except the perfection of her breasts, the 
soft, silky down at her crotch and the promise below 
it. Without thinking about it, he let his hand drift 
down to the heat at his groin and encircle his shaft. 

Ashley watched enthralled as he began to stroke up and 
down, slowly and gently at first but, as the fire 
built within him, faster and stronger, the strokes 
getting shorter as his breathing quickened. A wave of 
sensation moved from his chest to his stomach and from 
his stomach to his groin. 

His eyes closed, his body began bucking and he heard 
himself grunting as the wave surged on from his groin 
and down his penis. He shouted aloud as great gouts of 
semen spurted from the tip as though they would never 
stop. He continued milking himself until the last 
drops were spilt, and then collapsed back on his 
cushion exhausted.

"Holy shit," Gina gasped.

Ashley was silent, watching Kevin's penis slowly go 
flaccid again. Finally, he opened his eyes and saw her 
gazing at him.

"Thank you, Kevin" she said. "That was... lovely," and 
she giggled at the inappropriateness of the word.

"You're welcome, Ashley."

There was a short silence but Steve was looking 
thoughtful.

"Let's see. Kevin got his fantasy fulfilled this 
morning by Ashley, and he's just returned the favour. 
I got my wish from Gina. Looks to me, babe, like the 
only one who hasn't got her wish is you. What's your 
fantasy?"

"Well, like Ashley, mine is not really a fantasy. In 
fact, it's like Ashley's in a way."

"Okay, tell us."

"When we were talking about this yesterday, Ashley and 
I said that we'd never had an orgasm. I've tried, but 
it's not easy in a close family like ours to get any 
real privacy. I guess that what I want is to have one. 
I want to know what all the big fuss is about and what 
I'm doing wrong."

Steve looked at her tenderly.

"I shouldn't think you're doing anything wrong. You 
just need time, privacy and a little patience."

"So, could you give me an orgasm?"

"This is moving into dangerous territory, babe. Are 
you sure?"

"Steve, if I can't trust you after letting you shave 
my pussy..."

"Yes, but so far we have more or less stopped at 
looking at each other. This would mean serious 
touching. I'd have to get a lot more personal if we do 
it."

"I know, but I feel safe with you, and Kevin and 
Ashley will be here to make sure everything stays 
cool."

"God, Gina," said Ashley, "wouldn't you rather be by 
yourselves?"

"No, Ashley. I want you here. You can learn something 
too. In fact, you could let Kevin..."

"I don't think so," Ashley said at once. "This is your 
fantasy."

Kevin didn't say anything but, inwardly, was hurt by 
the swift rejection of any physical contact between 
him and Ashley. Seeing the growing intimacy between 
Gina and Steve had caused him to hope that he and 
Ashley might develop a similar relationship but she 
still seemed almost as unapproachable as before, in 
spite of her unexpected willingness to let him see her 
naked. And even that had been because she felt that 
she owed him an apology. Gina's voice broke through 
his thoughts.

"Will you stay then?"

"If that's really what you want," Ashley shrugged, 
"we'll stay."

"Look, Gina," said Steve "this is new for me too. I 
mean, the Internet teaches you a hell of a lot if you 
know where to look, and I'll do my best, but it may 
not happen."

Gina leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

"I'll take my chances. Now let's get on with it while 
I still have the nerve."

Steve put a cushion at the edge of the circle.

"Come and lie down here then, with your head on this 
cushion."

Gina did as she was asked, lying flat on her back with 
her arms by her sides, legs together. Steve gazed down 
at her and she smiled. He lay on his side next to her, 
placed a hand on her shoulder, then leant over and 
kissed her gently and quickly on the lips. Gina closed 
her eyes.

Steve's hand slid slowly down from her shoulder and 
sought, then cupped one of Gina's magnificent breasts. 
They heard her intake of breath at the contact. Steve 
was enraptured.

"I've wanted to do this from the moment I saw you" he 
breathed. 

He began to squeeze her breast, then leaned in and 
began to kiss the other one. His hand found her nipple 
and he worked it between his finger and thumb. The 
response was instant. The nipple grew firm under his 
touch. He took the other one gently between his teeth 
and pulled. Gina squealed with pleasure. Her hands 
went to the back of his head, and her fingers curled 
themselves into his hair as he sucked and nibbled.

His one hand relinquished her breast and began to move 
down to her stomach, gliding over the curves. His 
finger circled her navel and she wriggled her bum at 
the sensation. Then the hand flattened again on her 
stomach and slid down to the area that he had so 
recently shaved. His finger found the little gathering 
of flesh at the top of her slit and began rubbing in a 
tight circle over the area. 

Gina grunted as her clitoris began to swell under the 
gentle friction. As blood rushed to the area, her 
outer lips also filled and began to open, revealing 
the ribbon of flesh leading to her centre. Faint 
traces of moisture began to appear as Steve's finger 
explored the length of the opening crevice.

Gina now had her bottom lip between her teeth and her 
breathing was becoming shallow. As Steve's finger 
began to slide backwards and forward, her body started 
rising and falling to the rhythm. In moments, her 
vulva was engorged and the opening to her vagina 
glistened. Steve allowed his finger to rub lightly 
around the outer edge and Gina squealed again. 

Steve pulled his head from her grasp and planted a 
series of kisses down her body and across her stomach 
until he reached her pubis. His tongue flicked over 
her clitoris and Gina began to pant. He ran his tongue 
down to her vagina and probed the entrance and the 
thin veil guarding it. The bucking of her body became 
more violent. He ran his tongue back up to her clit 
and then took it between his teeth, worrying it back 
and forth.

Gina's back arched as heat rushed through her body and 
a wall of sensation crashed down on her. Steve took 
his head away and placed his finger on the throbbing 
distended nubbin, working it gently. Very soon, 
another orgasm swept through Gina, then another as he 
continued working her with his finger until she 
clamped a hand on his and begged him to stop, tears 
running down her cheeks.

Ashley was looking worried.

"Are you okay, Gina?" she asked.

Gina fought to control her breathing.

"Okay? I'm in fucking heaven! God, Ash. I had no idea.

She grabbed Steve and pulled his head to her, kissing 
him long and hard on the lips.

"Steve, you're totally the best. Thank you, thank you, 
thank you!"

Steve was grinning from ear to ear.

"Glad it worked for you."

"Oh, it did. Ash, you've got to..."

Ashley cut her off.

"I don't think I'm quite ready for that yet. In fact, 
I should be going." 

She stood up and began dressing. Kevin followed suit. 
Gina exchanged glances with Steve and then got to her 
feet.

"I guess that we should all go," she said quietly. 
"Are we all on for tomorrow?"

The question was addressed directly at Ashley who 
hesitated for a moment.

"I guess. Okay, the usual time."

"My turn to bring food," said Kevin.

As they stood in the hallway, waiting to leave, Gina 
again gave Steve a warm embrace and kiss.

"Thank you, Steve."

"Anytime, Gina."

Ashley was very quiet as she and Gina walked away and 
Kevin had serious doubts if she would show up next 
day. His walk home was lonely and miserable.


THURSDAY

To Kevin's surprise and delight, Ashley arrived 
promptly and soon all four were sitting in their 
accustomed places in the basement. Gina clearly had 
something on her mind.

"Guys, I want to talk about yesterday if no one 
minds."

"Go ahead, Gina," said Kevin. "What about it?"

"Well, a lot happened and I think that it has changed 
things between us."

"In what way?" Kevin asked.

"I think Ashley is feeling very uncomfortable. Am I 
right, Ash?"

Ashley studied Gina for a moment.

"Yes... and no. I meant what I said. I like you all 
and I trust you completely, or else I couldn't have 
got through yesterday morning. But I'm wondering where 
all this is leading. I mean, we all watched as Steve 
shaved you and gave you your first orgasm. I 
practically blackmailed Kevin into jacking off for me. 
What's next? Public sex? I'm sorry, Gina. That's not 
for me. I'm too private a person for that. I'm sorry 
if that upsets the group but we all agreed to total 
honesty, and that's simply how I feel."

Gina thought for a moment.

"Actually, Ash. I agree with you."

"You do?"

"Yes, I do. Look, when we came here on Monday morning, 
none of us had any thought that this would happen. It 
just sort of developed, mainly because of me."

"Well," said Ashley thoughtfully, "nobody actually 
forced us to join in."

"True, but I got things started. And I never expected 
to find a guy like Steve either. But I have - and 
you're right, Ashley. I think that he and I need a 
little time together on our own to get to know each 
other better."

Ashley was visibly relieved.

"I hope that we can still get together, maybe once or 
twice a week," she said "I mean, I really enjoy coming 
here and I'd hate to see us stop being really close 
friends."

"I don't think there's any danger of that after this 
week," Steve smiled.

"Do you want Kevin and I to leave, then?" Ashley 
asked,

"Not just yet, Ash. I want to fulfill one last fantasy 
while we're together."

"What's that, babe?" Steve asked.

"Wait and see," Gina grinned. 

She turned to Kevin and Ashley.

"Now then, I don't know what you two think but it's my 
opinion that we all owe Steve a humongous vote of 
thanks for bringing us all together and allowing us to 
use this place, quite apart from all the information 
he dug up for us off the Internet."

"Absolutely," said Kevin at once.

"Yes, I agree," said Ashley.

"I told you. It was no big deal," said Steve.

"Maybe not," said Gina "but I want to find a way of 
saying thank you for all of that and for yesterday 
afternoon, so butt out for a moment, lover."

She turned back to Kevin.

"Kevin, you're a guy and hear all the jock talk. Is 
there any particular favour that guys like from their 
girlfriends?"

"Hey, I'm not a jock," said Kevin. "Why ask me?"

"Because I figure that you'd know anyway. What is it 
the guys boast about amongst themselves? Honesty, 
remember."

"Okay, Most guys brag about getting blow-jobs from the 
girls who hang round the teams. Much of the time it's 
likely wishful thinking but it certainly features 
regularly in the locker room."

"Yes, I thought that's what you might say." 

She turned to Steve.

"Is that what you dream about, too, Steve?"

"Don't even go there, Gina," Steve warned.

"Why not? For one thing, none of us has any secrets 
from each other anymore. For another, as I keep 
reminding everyone, we agreed to answer all questions 
honestly. I don't remember us dropping that rule. Not 
only that, but we also agreed not to ask anyone to do 
anything they didn't want to do and no one is twisting 
my arm. Kevin has just said that "most guys" want 
blow-jobs from their girlfriends. If that's true, 
then, sooner or later, I'm going to want to learn how 
to do it to keep my guy happy. It just so happens that 
it could be sooner. Now, it's a simple question. Do 
you fantasize about being blown by a girl, yes or no?"

"Christ, Gina, of course I do but I don't want you to 
feel that you have to do this, or anything else, for 
me."

"I don't. So, if I do it, it will be because I want 
to, not because I have to. The thing is, I've never 
done it before and only have a general idea of what to 
do. You would have to guide me and tell me what felt 
good."

Ashley was scarlet.

"Gina, you can't. Not with us here."

"Why not, Ash? Did you send us away when you asked 
Kevin to jerk off for you? I'm not asking you to join 
in. I'm offering this as a gift to Steve from all of 
us and I think we should all be here when he receives 
it; that is, if he is willing to accept it. Anyway, 
Ashley, maybe... just maybe ...even you will want to 
know something about how to do it one day."

Kevin had never heard such a hard edge to Gina's voice 
and he saw Ashley swallow hard.

"Okay, Gina. You win, but after this, Kevin and I are 
leaving the two of you alone together. Okay?"

"Of course. I thought that we'd agreed that. So, 
Steve, are you going to accept our gift or not?"

"You make it very hard, Gina."

"That's the general idea, isn't it?" she grinned.

"You know what I mean. Are you absolutely sure about 
this?"

"No, but it's not going to stop me if it will give you 
pleasure."

"You know it would but..."

"No 'buts', Steve. Like you said yesterday, no 
promises it will work but I'll do my best. Now park 
your buns on the sofa."

Reluctantly Steve moved over to one of the sofas and 
sat down.

"Spread 'em," Gina commanded, grabbing one of his 
knees in each hand.

Steve obeyed and Gina knelt between his spread legs. 
She reached out und unbuckled his belt, unhooked the 
waist of his jeans and slowly unzipped his fly. Ashley 
had not intended to watch but found herself staring as 
Steve immediately began to harden in anticipation of 
what was to come.

"Lift your buns," Gina ordered.

Steve pushed himself off the seat and Gina grabbed his 
jeans and underwear, pulling them down to below his 
knees in one swift movement. Steve's penis sprang 
upright, and he sank back onto the sofa cushion. Gina 
pulled the jeans, underpants and Steve's socks clear 
of his feet and placed them on the sofa beside him. 
Tenderly, she took his shaft in her hand and gave its 
length a few tentative strokes until it was rock hard.

Easing back his foreskin, she leant forward and placed 
a gentle kiss on the tip and then ran her tongue right 
down the underside to his testicles and back again. 
Steve sighed with pleasure. Encouraged, Gina let her 
tongue flick back and forwards over the tip.

"That feels so good, babe," Steve sighed.

She continued tonguing him for a few moments more and 
then, taking a deep breath, opened her mouth and drew 
in the first couple of inches of his erection. Kevin 
and Ashley saw her cheeks hollow as she began to suck. 
Slowly at first, her head began to move backwards and 
forwards, taking him in and withdrawing. As she did 
so, she accepted more and more of him until almost the 
entire length of his shaft was being swallowed. Steve 
could feel the tension building and knew that he would 
not be able to last long.

"You'd better back off and finish it with your hand or 
I'll come in your mouth," he warned.

But Gina just kept rocking back and forth, faster and 
faster, the friction of her lips driving him wild. As 
hard as he tried to hold back, he wasn't able. 

"Oh, God, Gina, I'm coming," he yelled.

Gina felt hot semen burst into her mouth and down her 
throat. She nearly choked but managed to grab a breath 
and swallow. She continued to suck on him until the 
final spurt was released and Steve sank back on the 
sofa, his heart pounding in his chest. Gina sat back 
on her haunches, a happy smile on her face.

"How was it, hon?" she asked.

Steve fought to breathe normally.

"Fucking fantastic. How the hell did you manage to do 
that?"

"You'll laugh," Gina warned, "but Papa loves opera and 
he made us all take singing lessons in the hope that 
one of us might become a diva. Not one of us could 
hold a note in a bucket but my teacher did teach me 
how to open my throat to sing. I never found a use for 
it... until today."

"God," said Steve "I'll never look at opera singers 
the same way again. You were fabulous, babe. I loved 
my gift. Thank you everyone."

He reached down, pulled Gina to him and kissed her 
long and hard. Ashley caught Kevin's eye and jerked 
her head in the direction of the door. Kevin nodded in 
agreement and they moved towards the stairs.

"See you guys next week," Kevin called but Gina and 
Steve were too engrossed in each other to hear, so 
Kevin and Ashley let themselves out, closing the door 
quietly behind them.


GINA AND STEVE

Gina felt Steve's tongue exploring her mouth as their 
embrace became more passionate. But Steve hadn't quite 
recovered his breath and had to break away to take in 
some air.

"I guess they left," he said."

Gina looked over her shoulder.

"I guess," she agreed.

"You keep surprising me, babe," Steve smiled.

"I keep surprising myself. What a week, eh?"

"You got that right."

He looked down at the brown eyes gazing up at him.

"You know, I've always fancied you. I just never 
thought it would happen."

"Be careful what you wish for, because you will get 
it. Mum's always saying that."

"So what do you wish for?"

"Just what I have right now."

They kissed again. Steve stood up.

"I can't sit around half-naked like this. I feel hot 
and sticky. I'm going to take a shower. Do you want to 
come up and join me?"

"Sure."

Steve led the way upstairs, past his room and into the 
master bedroom normally occupied by his parents. A 
large four-poster bed dominated the tastefully 
furnished room. Steve walked across the room and into 
the adjacent ensuite, pulling his T-shirt off as he 
went. Now naked, he opened the glass door to the 
shower and started running the water, adjusting the 
temperature. Gina hesitated for a moment and then 
undressed, placing her clothes at one end of the 
vanity. Covering her breasts and crotch with her 
hands, she stood beside him as he made the final 
adjustments and switched the water-flow from the bath 
to the shower. 

Steve saw that Gina was covering herself.

"You gone shy suddenly?" he grinned.

"I can't explain it, but I suddenly feel shyer now 
that it's only you than when we were all here. Oh, 
this is stupid,"

She took her hands away, letting Steve look his fill. 
He started to harden again immediately. She pointed at 
his swelling cock and laughed.

"You're an animal!"

"Can't help it, babe. You're gorgeous."

"Get in the shower and you'd better make it cold."

Steve grinned and stepped into the stream. He held out 
a hand and Gina stepped into the shower to join him, 
pulling the door closed behind her. She put her arms 
round his neck and he pulled her tight against him as 
they kissed again. He felt her breasts flatten against 
his chest and slid his hands down over the curve of 
her buttocks, pulling her hard against his swollen 
member. As the kiss deepened, he began to slide his 
cock up and down her outer lips. He felt her nipples 
stiffen and rubbed a little harder. He could feel her 
labia beginning to open and he let the very tip of his 
penis begin probing for her entrance.

Gina brought her hands up to his chest and pushed him 
away.

"No, Steve."

"What's wrong, Gina?"

"Nothing's wrong. I love being with you but I don't 
think I'm quite ready to go all the way."

"Okay, hon, whatever you say. Come on, turn round and 
I'll wash your back"

She stood on tiptoe and gave him a peck on the lips.

"Thanks for being patient."

"No problem. It's not just sex, you know. You're 
important to me."

She gave him a radiant smile and turned her back. 
Steve took the soap, worked up a lather and then 
rubbed the foam over her back. She wriggled under the 
touch of his hands as they worked down until they were 
over her bum, where they hovered longer than was 
strictly necessary before continuing down her legs, 
then all the way back up again.

He soaped his hands again and then slipped his hands 
under her arms and cupped her breasts from behind.

"God, I love your boobs," he exclaimed as he began to 
massage and knead them.

Gina's eyes closed and she could feel her nipples 
harden again. Steve continued fondling her and even 
her areolae swelled to form small mountains on 
mountains. One hand moved down to her stomach and 
began to lather the area around her navel. It 
continued down of her shaven triangle and she felt a 
finger start to coax her clitoris from its hiding 
place. Her bum pushed back into Steve's groin and she 
grunted as he began flicking her clit and tracing her 
slit. She could feel herself getting damp and his hard 
penis probing her buttocks, sliding up and down the 
crack. Once again, she pulled away from him. 

"Sorry, babe. Did I do something wrong?"

Gina said nothing as she turned to face him. She 
redirected the showerhead to rinse the soap from her 
body, then stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel 
and wrapped it around herself. She took a second 
towel, wrapped her hair in it, turban-fashion, and 
walked into the bedroom.

Steve was puzzled and alarmed. He stepped out of the 
shower and took a terry-cloth robe from the peg on the 
back of the door. Slipping it on as he went, he 
followed Gina into the bedroom. She was sitting on the 
edge of the four-poster staring at the floor. Steve 
went to sit beside her and placed an arm around her 
shoulder.

"Gina, what is it? I'm sorry if I went too far. I 
thought you were enjoying it."

"I was, you idiot. That's the problem."

She turned to face him.

"Tell me something, Steve. When you said that you'd 
always fancied me, was that the truth or were you just 
happy to be able to get me out of my clothes? I'm 
sorry if that sounds brutal, but I need to know."

"Gina, all I can say is that I told Kevin before you 
got here that I'd often noticed you and thought you 
were a fox. Why are you asking about that now?"

Gina looked at him for a long moment, trying to read 
the truth behind his eyes.

"You really want to fuck me, don't you?"

Steve swallowed at the bluntness of her question.

"Gina, I would never want to do anything that would 
hurt you and I'd never force you to do something you 
didn't want to do."

"I think I know that but you didn't answer the 
question. You really want to fuck me, yes or no?"

"Yes, but it's also called making love."

"No, Steve. It's called fucking. Making love is 
something you do when you are old enough to know what 
love means. What we've all been doing is sex."

"Okay, you're right. I really want to fuck you but I 
can wait."

Steve saw tears forming in Gina's eyes. "The trouble 
is... I can't," she said quietly.

Steve's jaw dropped.

"Shit, Steve. Can't you tell? Every time you touch me, 
I get hot. I've never felt like this before. I'm 
fifteen and still a virgin. Most of the girls at 
school lost it in grade 7. I've been hanging on to 
mine. I've always said that it was because my parents 
made sure that I never had a chance to lose it, but 
the truth is it was because I'd never met a guy I 
fancied doing it with. You can always find a way if 
you want to. With you, though, it's different. You 
seem to like me for something besides just my boobs. I 
feel safe with you. So, if you want to do it, we can. 
Just don't get me pregnant is all."

Steve reached out and wiped the tears from her cheeks, 
then leaned in and kissed her very softly.

"Just one question, hon. Are you absolutely sure about 
this?"

"You keep asking me that. No, I'm not, but I can't see 
how waiting one more week or a month is going to 
change things. Right now, I feel as horny as hell and 
I want to know what it feels like to have you inside 
me."

Steve stood up.

"Wow! Okay, I guess. Holy shit. Well, this is the most 
comfortable bed in the house, so we can stay in here, 
but, Gina, you do know it may hurt the first time."

"Of course, but there has to be a first time and I'd 
much rather it was with you than anybody else. What 
are the chances that you have a condom?"

"Are you kidding? None, but I'll bet dad has some in 
the bathroom."

He headed for the ensuite.

"While you're there, bring one of those bath sheets. I 
may bleed a little and we don't want to ruin your 
folk's bed."

She stood up and pulled off the top bedclothes, 
leaving just the pillows and bottom sheet over the 
mattress. As Steve busied himself in the bathroom, she 
rubbed her hair dry with the towel and tossed it into 
the laundry hamper that stood by one of the closets. 
Steve reappeared carrying a large, soft bath-sheet and 
brandishing a small foil pouch.

"Bingo," he laughed.

He spread the bath sheet on the bed and took off his 
robe, tossing it onto the floor beside the bed. He 
opened his arms and Gina came to him. He reached out 
to unwrap the towels she had wound round her, and she 
saw that his hand was shaking. She also saw that he 
was fully erect again.

"Is that what they mean by 'a man in good standing'?" 
she quipped to cover her own nervousness.

Steve pulled her to him and kissed her briefly.

"Stop talking and lie down," he said softly.

Gina knelt up on the bed and then stretched out on her 
back, head resting on the pillows. Steve stood for a 
moment just taking in her curves and hollows, her 
secret places that he was about to explore without any 
restriction. He knelt on the bed beside her and began 
to tear at the foil package with trembling fingers.

"Here," said Gina. "Give me that or we'll never get 
this show on the road."

He gave her the packet and she tore a small area with 
her teeth, ripped the package open and examined the 
condom with curiosity.

"Want me to put it on for you?" she asked.

Steve nodded and Gina sat up, took the thin latex in 
both hands. She leaned forward and kissed the tip of 
his penis before stretching the condom over it. 

"You behave now, you hear?" she said patting his 
erection.

Slowly and sensually, she unrolled the condom, 
caressing his shaft as she did so. Once it covered 
him, she lay back and waited.

Steve lay beside her and she rolled to face him. Now 
that there was no rush, he moved his head slowly 
closer to hers until their lips met. Each placed an 
arm over the other's shoulder and enjoyed the sensual 
warmth of the prolonged kiss. Tongue engaged tongue 
and darted around lips and teeth. Hands started to 
explore buttocks and backs, sliding, rubbing and 
probing. 

As Steve's hand returned to the crack between her butt 
cheeks, Gina wriggled closer. He slid down the bed a 
little, allowing him to reach further, and began to 
suckle on her nipple. Her head arched back as his 
finger found the ring of her anus and began to circle 
it. Her nipples were now throbbing. She let out a gasp 
as Steve introduced a finger into her back passage and 
let it explore a little.

Her crotch was now crushed against his penis, forcing 
it down between his legs in a manner that was 
positively painful so he drew back from her a little 
and rolled her onto her back. He placed one knee 
between hers and she spread her legs so that he could 
lie on top of her. He returned his lips to her breasts 
and heard her sigh as he nuzzled and nibbled. 

Sliding down the bed, he continued planting kisses on 
the flesh below her breast, then flicked his tongue in 
and around her navel before moving down to her 
clitoris which now stood, bloated with blood, to mark 
the way to her core. He nibbled a little and Gina 
squealed. His tongue traced her outer lips, which 
opened to reveal the small rosebud of her vagina. He 
saw a milky film coating her inner lips and tasted her 
hot juices. His tongue probed and flickered and a 
shudder ran through her body. She began to pant.

Steve knelt between her legs and placed his hands on 
the bed, just above her shoulders. Taking his weight 
on them, he straightened his body and started to lower 
himself onto her. As the tip of his penis met the rim 
of her vagina, he paused.

"Hang in, babe. This may hurt."

"Just do it," she hissed.

He began to bear down against the resistance of her 
hymen. Her stomach muscles contracted as the flimsy 
tissue failed to yield immediately. Steve took a deep 
breath and then bore down with his full weight, 
sliding deep inside her. Gina screamed and bit her 
lip, and Steve lay still, his penis tight up against 
her cervix.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Just give me a moment."

Steve waited. Gina took a few deep breaths and then 
kissed him.

"I'm fine... now."

"You're something else, Gina."

He took his weight again and slowly withdrew until he 
was almost out of her and then slid slowly back in 
again. Gina grunted. 

"Oh, yes," she sighed.

Encouraged, Steve set up a slow but steady rhythm of 
thrusting and pulling back. In moments, Gina's body 
took up the pattern and she began moving with him. As 
the pace increased, her breasts began rippling with 
the motion and the sight set Steve aflame. He began to 
move up and down even faster and Gina matched him 
thrust for thrust. He heard her breathing becoming 
ragged as the first warning of an orgasm heated his 
groin.

"God, Gina, I'm coming."

"Don't stop. Please don't stop," she shouted.

He continued pumping and his body thrashed as the wave 
took him. He had never experienced a feeling like it 
and kept moving long after the wave had subsided. Gina 
was still bucking in the grip of seemingly unstoppable 
ecstasy. She was crying and laughing at the same time.

"Oh, Steve, Steve baby. Oh sweet Jesus. Oh, god,"

She flung her arms around his neck and pulled him down 
on top of her with his softening penis still deep 
inside her. She covered his mouth in kisses and placed 
her hands on his buttocks to pull him tighter into 
her.

"Oh, god, Steve. That was..."

Words failed her.

"I know. I know, babe. Me too."

They lay quiet for several minutes just savouring the 
experience. Finally, Gina lifted her head off the 
pillow and looked at him.

"I have an important question for you, Steve," she 
said seriously.

Steve looked at her a little anxiously.

"What's is it?" he asked.

Suddenly Gina grinned broadly. 

"Do we have any more condoms, lover?


ASHLEY AND KEVIN

On leaving Steve's basement, Ashley and Kevin 
discovered that the rain had finally stopped and, 
although still overcast and dull, it was very mild and 
muggy. Kevin was reluctant to part company with Ashley 
so early, especially as he had no idea if or when he 
would see her again.

"Would you like to stop for a coke?" he asked, hoping 
to prolong their time together.

"No, but I could go for a latté if that's okay with 
you."

"Of course," said Kevin. "There's a coffee shop a 
couple of blocks away."

They walked the two blocks in silence. The coffee shop 
was fairly busy but the outdoor patio was deserted.

"Why don't we sit out here?" Ashley suggested. "It's 
not cold."

"Good idea. I'll go and get the coffees. You grab a 
table."

Kevin went in to order and while he was waiting for 
the coffees to be made up, looked back out of the 
window. Ashley was looking off into the distance and 
he was struck once again by her beauty and the 
ethereal quality that clung to her like a second skin.

She caught him staring at her and turned away again. 
He collected the coffees, paid for them and took them 
outside to join her.

She thanked him and then sat back, sipping on the mug 
and licking the cream off her lips. Kevin sat back 
too, simply enjoying the sight of her tongue darting 
in and out of her mouth. There was a moment of silence 
before Ashley looked directly at him.

"You do that a lot," she said.

"What?" he asked.

"Sit and stare at me."

"I'm sorry," he stammered. "I don't mean to be rude."

"I know. But tell me, what is it you see when you do 
that?"

"Well... you I guess."

"No, Kevin, Basement Club Rules. Honesty. What do you 
see?"

"Ashley, you know what I see. I see the most beautiful 
girl I've ever met. I'm sorry if that annoys you but I 
can't help it. You have the most beautiful face, a 
spectacular figure, you're... you're just perfect."

"Fuck you!" said Ashley vehemently.

Kevin recoiled and the blood drained from his face. He 
had never heard Ashley use language like that before. 
She saw the shock in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Kevin, I truly don't want to hurt you but, 
for your own good, especially if we are going to 
continue to be friends, I need to get through to you. 
You can't talk about me like this and you've got to 
stop thinking of me that way. It's ridiculous. I just 
can't live up to those expectations. No girl could. 
And while we're on the subject, you keep talking about 
my body... 'Beautiful face, spectacular figure'. I'm 
more than just a body, Kevin. I'm a person. I have a 
brain and I have feelings."

Kevin started to protest, but Ashley held up her hand.

"No, don't interrupt. Before Monday, you hardly knew 
me. I'm truly flattered by what you think of me but 
that girl doesn't exist. That girl would never have 
stripped in front of three near strangers. She would 
certainly never have been excited by watching you 
masturbate and watching her friend giving her first 
blow-job."

Kevin saw Ashley shudder at the thought.

"Look, Kevin, you have to know by now that I like you 
as a person. You are kind, thoughtful, caring and, if 
you want to know the truth, quite sexy. But stop 
putting me on a pedestal and start treating me like a 
real person too, not some fragile piece of frigging 
porcelain, or this friendship ends here and now."

Kevin was silent.

"Are you okay?" Ashley asked.

"Yes," he said quietly. "I was just thinking about how 
stupid I've been."

Ashley grinned.

"Not stupid. Just unrealistic."

"You're right, of course, although, in fairness, I've 
always known that you are smart as well as beautiful."

He saw her roll her eyes.

"Sorry, sorry! But if we are being honest here, you 
are a very intimidating person and hard to get close 
to. You're right. I do tend to describe you by what I 
see... your face and your body but, as you pointed 
out, until Monday, that was really all I had to go on. 
Even now, I still don't know much more about you, but 
I'd really like to. 

"You said something about 'if this friendship is to 
continue'. I want it to, very much, but I can't 
pretend to stop seeing what I see when I look at you 
or promise that I will never again tell you you're 
beautiful. I will promise, though, that if you give me 
the chance, I will get to know you better and perhaps 
enjoy other things about you. Maybe I'll even dislike 
some things. We've got the rest of the summer ahead 
and I'd really enjoy sharing some of it with you."

Ashley saw the anxiety in his face and thought about 
what he had just said.

"You know, Kevin. Maybe I was a little unfair to you 
just now. Of all the words you could have used to 
describe me, intimidating is one I would never have 
imagined. Do I really intimidate people? No, don't 
answer that. I guess I do because now that I think 
about it, Gina has told me the same thing but I 
thought she was just being Gina. 

"Of course I'd like us to be friends. I don't have 
that many and none are guys. I just don't want to have 
to live up to some impossible standard of perfection. 
I'd never be able to relax and just be me. I'm not 
that different from Gina in many ways, just shyer and 
a little more cautious. So, yes, maybe we can spend 
some time together. In fact, I think I'd enjoy that."

Kevin's face lit up.

"Great, and if I start to tell you that you're 
beautiful, slap me."

"Oh, you can tell me once in a while," Ashley grinned. 
"Just not all the time."

"Deal," said Kevin. "Look, do you like hiking?"

"Yes. Why?"

"It looks as though it could be a better day tomorrow. 
Do you fancy doing the Grouse Grind? I'll pack a lunch 
for us and we could spend the day up there."

"That's quite a climb," Ashley said "but I'm game if 
you are. Okay. Let's do it."

"Great. I'll call for you about ten and we can go over 
on the Seabus."

"Okay. I'll be ready."

"Good. Have you finished your coffee?"

Ashley picked up her cup and drained the contents.

"I have now," she said.

"Good. I'll walk you home."

They stood up and Kevin offered his hand. Ashley 
hesitated for only a moment and then took it; Kevin's 
first physical contact. Hand in hand, they strolled 
off down the street.

The next day dawned bright and sunny. Kevin got up 
early and showered. He selected shorts, short-sleeved 
shirt, long socks and pulled his hiking boots out of 
the back of the closet, Once he was dressed, he 
sprayed on some of his father's "Eternity for Men" and 
brushed his teeth. He looked out a backpack and put in 
a couple of sweaters, one for himself and one for 
Ashley in case the weather changed suddenly, as it was 
prone to do. He added water bottles, sandwiches and 
sunscreen. From the medicine cabinet, he took some 
insect repellent in case the mosquitoes were out in 
force and, as an afterthought, a bottle of baby oil 
for massaging sore feet.

He arrived at Ashley's building just as someone was 
leaving and was able to go straight up to the top 
floor, where her apartment was located. He rang the 
bell. Ashley opened the door. She was wearing jeans 
and a T-shirt, and certainly didn't look ready for a 
long, gruelling hike.

"Come in," she said, closing the door behind him. 
"I've been working in the kitchen. Come on through."

Mystified, he followed her and found himself in a 
small, well-appointed kitchen with a view out over the 
Creek.

"I was going to phone you earlier but Mother was in a 
rush to get to work and I just didn't get around to 
it."

"Is something wrong?" Kevin asked.

"Not really. It's just that I slept awkwardly last 
night and my shoulder and neck are really quite sore. 
I just don't feel like going for the Grind today. I'm 
sorry. Do you mind?"

She saw his face drop.

"No, of course not. Do you want me to leave, then?"

Ashley laughed.

"No, you idiot. I just don't want to climb a mountain. 
If you don't mind hanging out here, we could go to my 
room, maybe listen to some music and just talk. You 
said you wanted to know more about me."

Kevin brightened at once.

"For sure. That'd be great."

"Come on then."

Ashley led him not to the smaller of the two bedrooms 
but to the master. The room was austere but feminine. 
A double bed, side tables, dresser and lamps were just 
about the only furniture apart from a bookcase and 
desk set up beside the window which, again, gave a 
view of the Creek below. A small entertainment unit 
sat on one of the side tables. Kevin noted that the 
room was extremely tidy.

"This is nice," he said, looking round appreciatively. 
"Makes my room look like a tip."

Ashley grinned.

"It's not always like this, I promise you. I did a 
quick tidy up before you got here. No, I'm very lucky. 
Mum says that as she is so rarely home, and all she 
does is sleep, I might just as well have the bigger 
room so that I can have my desk here for schoolwork."

"Well, it's great."

"Thanks. Why don't you take the chair from the desk 
and I'll sit on the bed."

She went over to the stereo and put in a CD. Kevin 
pulled up the chair and sat facing Ashley. 
Conversation was a little difficult at first but after 
about ten minutes, Kevin began to relax. Their chat 
turned to music and the groups for whom they shared a 
liking and the ones they didn't, their favourite 
actors and movies and numerous other topics that soon 
had them both very animated and involved. 

He found that Ashley was far easier to talk with than 
he had imagined. She seemed genuinely interested in 
hearing about the stars that he had met and what he 
was planning for the future. He learned about the 
sudden death of her father and the problems it had 
caused for her and her mother.

For the first time, it dawned on him that Ashley was 
not stand-offish. She was shy and much brighter than 
most of her peers. Her wish to be supportive of her 
mother had given her self-imposed responsibilities 
that had made her mature beyond her years. And as he 
finally began to feel comfortable with her, a real 
bond started to form between them. The first batch of 
CDs ended, and they were so absorbed in conversation 
that Ashley never changed them. The next couple of 
hours flew by.

Suddenly Ashley looked at Kevin.

"I'm a lousy hostess," she announced "Would you like a 
cold drink? There's juice in the fridge."

"Sure. That would be great."

Ashley had been sitting on the end of the bed facing 
Kevin with her arms stretched behind her, hands on the 
coverlet, to support herself. She moved to stand up 
and winced with pain.

"Do you want me to get it?" Kevin asked.

"No, I'll get it. It's just my shoulder and neck 
muscles. I shouldn't have sat in this position for so 
long."

She went back to the kitchen, returning moments later 
with two glasses of orange juice and two paper 
napkins. Kevin stood up as she came back into the 
room. She set the napkins on the desk with a glass on 
each and they stood, side by side, sipping their 
drinks and looking through the window at the activity 
down below on the Creek,. Ashley was rubbing her neck 
with her other hand.

Kevin was looking thoughtful.

"I don't know if it would help," he said, "but I've 
picked up some basic massage techniques from hanging 
round dressing rooms. I might be able to at least ease 
some of the tension in your neck. Would you like me to 
try?"

Ashley smiled at him.

"Kevin, you're full of surprises. You really think it 
would work?"

"Well, it won't make it worse, that's for sure, and it 
might help."

"All right, thank you. Yes. We can give it a try. How 
do you want to do it?"

"Let's finish our juice and then I'll get you to lie 
flat on your tummy on the floor. Just let me get 
something out of my pack."

He came back from the hall with the bottle of baby oil 
in his hand.

"Ready?"

Ashley drained her glass, placed the chair back behind 
the desk to clear the space and then lay face down on 
the carpet. 

"Okay," she said. "Go ahead."

Kevin knelt beside her.

"So where exactly does it hurt?"

Ashley waved her left arm vaguely behind her.

"My left shoulder and up into my neck."

"Well, I'm going to be pressing fairly hard and I'm 
going to be using oil on my hands."

"So you want me to take off my T-shirt, right?"

Kevin said nothing. Ashley got to her knees, pulled 
off the shirt and flipped it onto the bed. She was 
wearing a black strapless cotton bra under it. She lay 
back on the floor. 

"Right," Kevin instructed "sort of fold your arms and 
use them as a pillow... and face to the right."

Ashley did as he asked. Kevin squeezed some baby oil 
onto his hands and then leant over and began to work. 
He soon located knots of muscle in her neck and dug 
his thumbs in to start loosening them. Ashley squeaked 
in pain. He halted for a moment.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No. Carry on. I think you've found one of the 
places."

Kevin began working the muscle again and elicited a 
series of grunts from Ashley as his fingers probed. 
Bit by bit, he felt the muscle easing and moved down 
to her shoulders. Again his fingers found a muscle 
group that needed work. He spread more oil on his 
hands and returned to the task. His hands glided over 
her skin and his fingers squeezed and soothed at the 
same time.

Ashley found herself dealing with a number of new 
emotions. Apart from hugs and kisses from a few close 
family members, this was the first intimate physical 
contact she had ever allowed another living soul to 
have with her. Even Gina knew better than to give her 
more than a quick hug. She had always feared intimacy 
but, as Kevin continued the massage, she felt a warm, 
comfortable sensation pervading her body. She had been 
very tense as she awaited Kevin's touch but she felt 
that tension ebbing away to be replaced by a feeling 
of confidence and well-being.

Unnoticed by Kevin, she began smiling.

"God, Kevin, You're good at this. Where did you learn 
to do it?"

"Some of the bigger names have a masseuse or masseur 
who travels with them, or else they bring in a local 
one. These people have to sit around for long periods 
while the star is shooting and I often talk with them. 
I sort of picked it up from them."

"Well, it really seems to be working so don't stop 
now."

"I'll do your whole back if you like."

"Umm, that would be nice. Yes please."

"Is it all right if I unhook your bra? Actually, it 
would probably be better if you did it. I've got oil 
on my hands."

Ashley reached behind her and undid the clasp, 
flicking the ends off her back. Kevin poured a little 
oil in a ribbon down her spine and set to work, his 
thumbs working along the central ridge. His hands 
flattened on her back and he worked slowly and 
methodically from her shoulders to the waistband of 
her jeans. 

Ashley was now savouring the warmth and comfort that 
his hands were bringing. Then, as his hands worked 
outwards round her rib-cage, stopping just short of 
her breasts, she began to feel a new sensation which 
grew as his touch fell just short of her buttocks. 
This time it was warmth from within and she found 
that, far from resenting it, she was actually enjoying 
his hands on her body.

Kevin sat back on his heels.

"That felt so good, I didn't want it to stop."

"Would you like me to do your legs?"

Ashley twisted her head to look at him. There was no 
guile there, just a desire to make her feel better.

"Are you sure you don't just want to get me out of my 
pants?" she asked.

"No, honestly, Ashley..." he protested earnestly.

"I was only joking, Kevin. You know I trust you. 
Anyway, it's not as though you haven't seen it before. 
She pushed her hands underneath her and struggled with 
her waistband and fly. Then she reached behind her, 
lifted her butt and pushed her jeans down towards her 
knees before flattening herself against the floor 
again.

"You're going to have to pull them off. Just throw 
them on the bed."

Kevin did ask she said and then knelt at her feet 
taking in the symmetry of her body. She was wearing a 
black thong and he was struck again by the unblemished 
perfection of her. The soft white curves of her 
buttocks, the thin strap of the thong dividing them 
but not concealing much until it became a small dark 
triangle against her crotch. He sighed and decided to 
start on her calves. 

He spread oil on his hands and began kneading the calf 
muscles as he had her back, from ankle to knee. He 
didn't rush. He would happily have prolonged this 
experience for ever but he was intent on being, as his 
parents would have reminded him, "a true 
professional." He moved up to the back of Ashley's 
thighs and felt her legs pull closer together. He 
continued working gently but firmly, and she relaxed 
again.

As he worked on her, Ashley sensed that she was coming 
to a crossroads. How far would she let this go? His 
hands were now only inches from her butt. If he chose 
to go there, should she allow it? Would it be sending 
the wrong signals to him if she did? On the other 
hand, there was no doubt that he had helped ease the 
pain in her shoulder and neck. There was also no doubt 
that she was beginning to get turned on by his touch. 
She had never felt anything like this before and 
decided to wait and see if he stopped or continued. No 
point in saying anything until it became an issue.

Kevin was having a similar struggle. He had worked his 
way up to the top of her thighs and she seemed to be 
enjoying it. But what if he went further? He didn't 
want to jeopardise their relationship, especially now 
that they seemed to be developing a genuine 
friendship. At the same time, he was overwhelmed by 
her desirability and the closeness of her, the warmth 
of her skin under his hand and the fragrance of her 
body. He felt the familiar stirring in his groin and 
decided to take the risk. He applied more oil to his 
hands and starting at the back of her knees, allowed 
his hands to move slowly up the back of her thighs and 
then up over her buttocks.

Ashley felt the lightness of his touch and the 
gentleness of his fingers and gave in to the warmth 
that was filling her. She said nothing and Kevin began 
to breathe again. He let his hands rove her curves 
seeking to transmit tenderness and caring through his 
touch. Ashley was in a dreamlike state where new 
sensations were welling up and threatening to 
overwhelm her. She should stop him but she discovered 
that she didn't want to. There was a sensuality to the 
situation that had her body responding in ways that 
surprised her. 

Almost intuitively, Kevin picked up on her mood. He 
ran his hands from the backs of her ankles, all the 
way up to her shoulders, and then back. To do so, he 
had to lean right over her body and Ashley felt the 
fabric of his jeans brush her backside as he stretched 
for her shoulders. She also felt something else.

"Is that what I think it is?" she demanded.

"'Fraid so," he said. "Sorry."

"I guess I should be used to it by now. I suppose, as 
Steve said, it's a sort of compliment."

Kevin gave a few more sweeps to her back and then 
stopped. Ashley lay there, unmoving.

"That was wonderful, Kevin. Thank you. You have a real 
talent. I really enjoyed it. "

Kevin paused for a moment.

"There's always your front."

Ashley felt a rush of adrenaline race through her 
body. After what felt like an age to Kevin, she 
cranked her head round to look at him.

"Kevin, we're not talking about relaxing tense muscles 
now, are we?"

"No," said Kevin quietly. "We're not."

Ashley's mind was in turmoil. What was he hoping for? 
Sex? If so, forget it. He was nice and all that but 
she knew that all guys were nice if they thought they 
could get into your pants. But he had been amazingly 
gentle to this point and she was fairly sure that she 
could stop him if he tried to go too far. And he was 
good with his hands. She had seen how Gina had reacted 
to Steve's touch and had quietly envied her the 
experience. She felt her body tensing at even the 
idea. In the end, it was hormones that made up her 
mind.

Still looking Kevin in the eye, she slowly turned 
over. The unclipped bra lay on the floor under her and 
she arched her back to pull it out, throwing it to 
join the other discarded clothes on the bed. She now 
wore just the thong. As she lay back again, Kevin 
gazed down on her and thought again how stunning she 
was and how lucky he was to not only look at her but, 
now, to actually touch her.

He knelt at her feet again, leaned forward and took 
the elasticised sides of the thong between his 
fingers. Ashley nearly panicked as he drew the small 
piece of cloth down her legs. Her hand shot out to 
cover her crotch. Kevin pulled the thong clear of her 
body and threw it on the bed. Then, very gently, he 
took her covering hand in his. He felt her resist the 
pull but he was gentle and persistent, and she finally 
let him place her hand back by her side, but her legs 
were clamped tightly together.

Kevin changed position to kneel by her head, facing 
her feet and began by massaging her fingers and arms 
until he could feel the tension in them easing. He 
switched to the area around her collar bone, working 
his thumbs into the "salt-cellars". Ashley's skin 
glistened where the traces of oil were left behind. At 
last, the moment arrived when Kevin ran his thumbs 
down through the valley between her breasts, flattened 
his hands below them and then drew the flattened palms 
up and over the small inviting mounds.

Ashley felt warmth gathering again in the pit of her 
stomach. Kevin repeated the sweeping movement several 
more times and then, on the next upward sweep, his 
hands halted on her breasts and began a gentle 
squeezing motion while his thumbs teased her nipples. 
Ashley took a deep breath as she felt her nipples 
answering the touch. They grew firm and extended until 
they stood a good half-inch proud of the small rose-
pink circles surrounding them. At the same time, the 
inner warmth was spreading outwards and downwards too. 
As if he could read her, Kevin's hands moved down 
again over the slope below her breast to the flat of 
her stomach.

He stood up and moved to her feet and knelt again. He 
saw that her legs were, once more, firmly clamped 
together. Placing a hand on the inside of each ankle, 
he applied pressure. Reluctantly, Ashley allowed her 
legs to part and Kevin eased forward so that she could 
not close them again. He paused to look at her.

Surmounting her pubic area was a plume of fine golden 
hair that was carefully trimmed into a neat triangle. 
The tightly closed line of her labia was clearly 
visible but he could make out the small rosette at the 
top which was the site of her still dormant clitoris. 
His heart was pounding as he bent to pour a little oil 
onto her stomach. He also oiled his palms and began a 
gentle kneading motion He felt Ashley's stomach 
muscles tighten as he began inching down from her 
navel. As he finally reached the upper fringe of her 
bush, a shiver ran through her.

At this point, Ashley had abandoned any intention she 
might have had to stop him. Heat was radiating through 
her from her core and she was aware of every nerve 
ending in her body. Her nipples, her areolae, her 
breasts, her stomach tingled at his touch. She could 
feel them beginning to pulsate as Kevin's fingers 
began their exploration of her most private parts. 

Her eyes were tightly closed and her breathing shallow 
as he riffled through her blonde thatch. His fingers 
gently entwined and stroked, parted and smoothed the 
blonde strands, sending shivers racing up her spine. 
She couldn't understand how these new sensations could 
be frightening and so delicious at the same time.

His index finger located her clitoris and rubbed 
around it in tiny circles. She gasped with pleasure 
and almost immediately, the flesh responded, filling 
and rising under his touch. He tweaked it between his 
thumb and finger and she squirmed, her stomach flip-
flopping with excitement. As Kevin ran his finger down 
the ribbon of pink flesh, she actually yelped. He 
continued tracing a line up and down until her outer 
lips were engorged and open to receive him. She was 
aware that she was now soaking wet and that it was her 
own juices that were lubricating his finger, not the 
baby oil.

Kevin was now alternately rubbing her clitoris and her 
slit. Ashley was unaware of any conscious decision but 
found that her body was now lifting and falling to the 
pace of his stroking. He maintained the rhythm and she 
felt her very first orgasm starting to build. Again, 
Kevin seemed to be able to read her body for his 
finger slid lower and found her vagina wet, open and 
waiting. He slid a finger inside her and stroked the 
wall. She realised that she was grunting as she fought 
to control her breathing.

Sensing she was near, Kevin inserted two fingers as 
far as they would reach. Ashley screamed as the orgasm 
hit her full force and Kevin's fingers were drenched 
as she rocked up and down, legs clamped to keep his 
fingers in place. As the first wave began to subside, 
Kevin partially withdrew and then reinserted his 
fingers and Ashley felt another wall of sensation 
sweep over her, even more violent than the first. 
Kevin let her ease back before bringing her to the 
crest again.

"No more, Kevin, please," she finally gasped. 

He withdrew his hand and sat back watching her as she 
slowly got herself back under control. At last her 
eyes opened. She saw him watching her and smiled at 
him.

"I don't know what to say, Kevin. Somehow 'thank you' 
just doesn't seem to cut it."

"Forget it, Ash. I'll never forget that I had the 
privilege of giving you your first orgasm."

"Nor will I, Kevin Bainbridge. You may be sure of 
that."

She stood up on legs that were still trembling and 
glanced in the mirror.

"God, look at me. I'm a mess. I need to take a shower 
before lunch."

"I've got sandwiches in my pack when you're ready"

"Great, well you know where the kitchen is and where 
the juice is. Just keep opening cupboards and drawers 
until you find anything else that you need. I'll be 
with you in ten minutes."

She marched off to the bathroom while Kevin went to 
the kitchen and washed his hands, but not before 
inhaling the heady aroma of her that still clung to 
his fingers. Then he laid the table so that, by the 
time she came back, lunch was ready to eat. She was 
wearing a beautifully embroidered red silk kimono with 
matching obi securing it at her waist. Her hair hung 
in a damp fan behind her. He decided that he would 
never get tired of looking at her. She glanced over 
the table arrangement and then went to the fridge. As 
she leant over to get a bag of salad out of the salad 
drawer, the kimono sagged open at the top and Kevin 
caught a glimpse of white flesh with a pink nipple at 
its tip. He looked away quickly hoping that Ashley 
hadn't noticed him gawping. She hadn't.

They ate almost in silence. As soon as they had 
finished, Kevin went to clear the table but Ashley 
stopped him.

"I'll do that later. Come back to my room. I want to 
talk with you."

He followed her and she flopped on top of the bed 
covers, laying back with her head on the pillows. She 
patted the edge of the bed to indicate that he should 
sit beside her as they talked. Kevin perched himself 
where she had indicated.

"I've been thinking a lot about what I said to you the 
other day and it bothers me."

"Ashley, you don't have to apologise..." he began.

"I wasn't going to," she grinned. "I meant every word, 
but there are some other important things that I 
should have said and didn't."

"Such as?"

"Such as 'thank you' for example."

"For what?"

"For inspiring me. I saw how determined you are to 
become an actor, in spite of the guys at school making 
fun of you and it helped me to make a decision."

"What's that then?"

"I'm going to make a serious attempt to get into 
modelling."

"Good for you, Ash. I know that you can make it."

Kevin uttered the words because he meant them but he 
felt a pang of sadness. He had no doubt that she would 
be snapped up by some big agency and would quickly 
move out of his orbit in the glamorous world of high 
fashion and he'd never see her again. Her next word 
made it even more certain.

"Dad's younger sister, Aunt Osa lives in Toronto and I 
thought that, next break, I'd visit her and stay for a 
while. It's not New York but it's closer than 
Vancouver."

Kevin tried to keep the disappointment out of his 
voice.

"That's great, Ashley. As a matter of fact, I think 
mum has some contacts in the fashion industry in both 
New York and Toronto. I could ask her if you like and 
maybe get you some go-sees."

Ashley heard the hurt in his voice and noted how his 
body had slumped at her announcement.

"Would you really do that for me?"

"Of course, Ashley. You know I would. I'll do anything 
that helps you."

"I'm not sure that I deserve you, Kevin, but thank you 
anyway."

"I'll talk to mum tonight but it'll be a while before 
I have the information for you."

"No rush, but it would be a big step forward."

He nodded and fell silent. She watched him for a 
moment and then leaned forward.

"Can I say something without you getting all 
defensive?"

"I don't know. Let's see, shall we?"

"Okay. You want to be an actor. I don't know much 
about acting but I have got to know you a little as a 
person by now. Do you know what I mean when I say that 
you wear your heart on your sleeve? It's a phrase my 
mother sometimes uses."

"I think so but maybe you'd better explain."

"Well, just now, when I said that I was going to 
Toronto, what you said was that you were happy for me 
but your voice and body said the opposite."

Kevin was silent.

"It's just that, oh I don't know... let's say you had 
to play a love scene with an actress and you really 
didn't like her, how do you keep that from showing on 
your face or in your voice?"

Kevin stayed quiet for a long time and Ashley began to 
think that she had said too much. In fact, Kevin was 
considering what she had said very carefully before 
attempting to answer.

"Let me see if I can explain this but, as you put it 
the other day, you have to let me stumble through this 
in my own way. The truth is that there is something 
about you that makes me behave differently around you 
from the way I behave with anyone else. 

"Yesterday, you were pissed off at me for putting you 
on a pedestal and, when I thought about it, I saw that 
you were right and that I really didn't know that much 
about you. But, today, when we were talking about your 
mum and dad, I felt much more comfortable and began to 
like you for a whole bunch of new reasons. I like the 
way you can make me laugh, for example. Not many 
people can do that.

"As for wearing my heart on my sleeve, maybe it's 
true. Obviously, I haven't been able to hide how I 
feel about you but that's because, until yesterday, I 
didn't think I had any reason to try. But you are the 
only person I have ever met that I feel this way about 
so, yes, I was not happy to hear that you could move 
away because it means that I might never see you 
again, and I can't... Well, never mind.

"But you asked me about playing a scene with an 
actress I don't like. I've talked to some good actors, 
people whose names you would know, and they say that 
when you play a scene, you try to remember and bring 
to it feelings from some similar experience that 
you've already had. Which brings us to the bit you 
won't want to hear."

He dropped his eyes and looked at the floor.

"You swore at me for saying that you were perfect. You 
were right because I know that you're not. What I 
should have said, because it is true, is that you are 
perfect for me. What I mean is, I can't ever imagine 
finding any girl who is prettier, or smarter, or who 
makes me feel the way I feel when I'm near you. And if 
that pisses you off, I'm sorry but it's the truth.

"So, you see, when I have to play a scene with anyone 
else, I will always now be able to look back on this 
morning and, in my mind, I'll be seeing you, so 
playing the scene will be a piece of cake."

There was silence, and when he looked up, he saw that 
Ashley was crying. For her, what he had just said hit 
her like a thunderbolt. Unless she had misheard him, 
he had just told her that she would be the inspiration 
in his life's work from this point on and it forced 
her to re-examine everything she had assumed about 
him. Her mind raced and all the pieces rearranged 
themselves almost instantly. She had totally misjudges 
his motives and her perception of everything changed.

One of the things that had bugged her was that she was 
quite sure that, although he obviously liked her, 
Kevin was really saying some of the things he had said 
to improve his chances of getting her into bed. But as 
she looked back, several new thoughts struck her. Of 
the four of them, at this point, Kevin was the only 
one who had not asked for or had not received any 
physical gratification at the hands of one of the 
other three.

Gina had been brought to orgasm by Steve and had given 
him a blow-job in return. And that morning, she had 
selfishly let Kevin pleasure her without even 
considering any reciprocal action. In spite of his 
overwhelming feelings for her, he had concentrated 
solely on her pleasure, without complaint. He had 
actually stopped short of saying that he loved her but 
it was as clear as daylight from his last speech that, 
in his way, that is exactly what he felt.

She suddenly felt cheap, selfish and despicable. She 
began to appreciate how much her attitude towards him 
must have hurt him and she was utterly miserable.

All Kevin saw was that Ashley was in tears and he 
figured that it was all his fault. He stood up.

"I'm sorry, Ashley. I shouldn't have said anything. 
Maybe I'd better go."

"No, "Ashley shouted in panic.

She jumped off the bed and flung her arms around his 
neck, burying her head in his shoulder.

"Oh Kevin, I'm so sorry. I was so wrong about you. 
Please don't go. Please."

She turned her face up to look at him and saw stunned 
amazement on his face. He didn't know what she was 
talking about. All he knew was that she was in his 
arms and was begging him to stay. A smile crept over 
his face and, when she saw it, Ashley laughed through 
her tears.

"Of course I'll stay if that's what you want," he 
said.

She just nodded and smiled. Not quite believing the 
change in her, he moved cautiously to kiss her 
expecting that she would stop him. Instead, she moved 
her lips to meet his and all the frustrations and 
misunderstandings melted away in a kiss that took his 
breath away, and hers.

When they finally broke apart, Ashley saw the longing 
in his face.
 
"Put your hands up in the air," she ordered.

Mystified, he did as she asked. She moved close to him 
and pulled his golf shirt out of his shorts.

"Ashley, what on earth are you doing?" he asked.

"Be quiet and just do as I ask, okay?"

He shrugged. She tugged his shirt up over his head and 
tossed it aside.

"Sit... there on the bed."

She knelt at his feet and pulled off his hiking socks, 
then straightened up and undid the belt to his shorts. 
By the time her hands moved to his zip, he was already 
beginning to harden. Ashley ignored the bulge in his 
pants and slid the zip to the bottom of the fly.

"Butt up," she demanded.

He obeyed and she pulled off his shorts and 
underpants. He was fully erect and she found it 
beautiful. She undid her sash and threw it aside, then 
pulled the kimono open and let it slip off her 
shoulders. Kevin was amazed to see that she was fully 
aroused herself and he reached towards her but she 
held up her hand.

"Soon," she whispered with a catch in her throat.

She sat beside him and reached out her hand. Her 
fingers closed gently around his throbbing penis and 
just held it.

"You are my first, too" she whispered. 

Then she bent over and kissed the tip, something she 
had told herself she could never do. Kevin groaned and 
she took this as her cue. She rolled off the bed and 
knelt by his knees. She slid her hand down to the base 
of his shaft, brushing against his pubic hair. She 
leant in and kissed the tip again while stroking him 
very slowly. This time though, she kept her lips in 
contact with it and then opened them to let her tongue 
explore him. Kevin was sure that he must be dreaming 
but the sensations were far more acute than he'd ever 
experienced in any dream.

Ashley opened her mouth and experimentally enclosed 
the first inch or so of his cock. She experienced a 
slight saltiness in her mouth but it was not 
unpleasant and so she accepted a little more of him, 
using her tongue on the underside. She slid backwards 
and forwards a couple of times and felt him rising up 
to meet her. She was smart enough to know that he 
would not be able to hold on long so she stood up 
facing him and pulled his face to her breasts. Kevin 
took almost one entire breast into his mouth and 
gripped her nipple between his teeth, clamping down 
lightly. 

She squealed with pleasure and he clamped his hand 
onto the other breast, working it and squeezing it 
until she knew that an orgasm could not be far away. 
She pulled back and pushed him flat on his back, 
grabbing his feet to make him face along the length of 
the bed. Then she jumped up onto the bed and straddled 
him. Slowly she lowered herself until she felt his 
prick against her distended clit. She rubbed herself 
back and forth on him, feeling her mounting wetness 
ease the friction. Her vagina was opening and she slid 
forwards to allow him to begin entering her. 

"No, Ashley. You don't have to," he gasped.

But Ashley had made up her mind. Before he could stop 
her, she simply sat and impaled herself on him. He 
gasped and she began to ride him, slowly at first 
until she felt his body answering. She heard him groan 
and increased the pace. Her own body was firing off 
signals of rising intensity, As he began bucking, she 
was whipping her head from side to side as the tide of 
ecstasy rose and rose. She could feel every bit of him 
inside her, throbbing and sliding, feel the friction 
and lubrication. Then she felt her release approaching 
just as he yelled.

"I'm coming. Ashley. Let me pull out."

But she just rode him harder and as the wave swept 
over her, she felt him explode into her and heard him 
weeping. She kept going until she was quite sure that 
he was done and then allowed herself to collapse on 
top of him, burying her head in his neck, but keeping 
him inside her. He poured kisses onto her head.

When he could finally speak he put a hand on each side 
of her face so that she would look at him.

"Why, Ashley? What if you become pregnant? There would 
go your career."

"It's okay, Kevin. We're safe. I'm on the pill."

The look on his face caused her to burst out laughing.

"It's all right you idiot. Girls take birth control 
pills for reasons other than not becoming pregnant. 
And in case you were wondering, I tore my hymen two 
years ago doing gymnastics."

He looked so relieved that she laughed again and 
kissed him full on the lips. He hugged her to him and 
they lay like that for several minutes. Finally, 
Ashley felt cramp setting in so, reluctantly, she let 
him slip out of her and rolled on to her side next to 
him, pulling her knees up slightly and resting her 
head on his chest.

Kevin looked down at the miracle of her, reliving the 
last half an hour in his mind. Idly, his hand caressed 
her hair and he watched the steady rise and fall of 
the small breasts that so excited him. He sighed in 
deep contentment.

"I love you, Ashley," he whispered.

"I know, Kevin," she murmured. "I know."

And in two minutes she was fast asleep.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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