The Loves of a Summer Lifeguard 03

Tyler reached out to her, but Brooke would not relent. She turned her shoulder to him as they waited. He reached for her tanned right thigh instead. He let his palm drift up an down her thigh, from her knee to the fringe of her shorts. After a few strokes, he let his fingernails slightly scratch her leg. He smiled when he saw the goosebumps that his gentle touch caused. Brooke spread her legs a little wider so Tyler’s hand could move softly against the inside of her thigh. It felt good to Brooke, and she hoped it showed that she was forgiving him. She also hoped his mind was on her, and not on Cat. It was ironic, because she was imaging Dennis’s long thin hands drifting over her leg. Or maybe both Dennis and Tyler with their hands on her leg. Then from out of nowhere, she started to think about her study group, long skinny dick, thick cock, and curved penis, and imaged them letting their hands grab soft mounds of her inner thigh muscles. She started to get wet.

“Come on, Tyler. Let’s go to my house. My dad is out tonight, and we’ll have the whole house to ourselves.”

Tyler shrugged and sat back into his seat.

Brooke thought, Well, you don’t have to stop what you were doing, Tyler. But he had stopped. Brooke’s turn to move ahead with the traffic had arrived and she pulled forward. On the highway, the lanes were crowded, slowing her down, frustrating her desire to get home.

It seemed forever, but she finally drove onto the driveway. Before she opened the double garage door which housed both her Camry and Dad’s truck, she noticed a light on upstairs in her Dad’s bedroom window. Damn, she thought, his date must have fizzled out early. The good news was that he wasn’t waiting downstairs for her, since none of the lights downstairs had been lit.

Brooke parked on the driveway and quietly led Tyler up the steps to the front door. She put her two American flags in one hand, then used her key quietly, entered the hallway, and disabled the entryway alarm. She was long out of high school, but she still was uncomfortable introducing her father to the men she dated. It had never gone well.

“Shhh,” she whispered. “My dad’s asleep. Wait here while I check out the basement.”

Her dad had spent hours and thousands of dollars building out the basement. It had a bar, a full bath, couches, an entertainment system that allowed guests to watch six football games at one time. It also had a sweet sound system that could be set just high enough to set the mood but not disturb anyone upstairs. The lights could be adjusted, too, from dazzling to romantic. Brooke needed all the help she could get so she selected a soft romantic light and gentle romantic music at a level just below insistent.

“Tyler,” she called softly from the bottom of the basement stairs. “It’s okay. Come on down.”

She wracked her brain for a way to surprise him and tease him, to let him know that she had forgiven him for thinking so much about Cat when he was with her. She remembered the impression Rue had made on her father by showing up just wearing her bikini bottoms, but she was not that forward. She wondered what Dennis might like in a similar situation. She undid the buttons of her blouse, took it and the bra off, and used the two American flags to drape over her breasts. Her nipples were aroused by the rough material, and poked up under the flags. She looked at herself in a mirror, and thought she looked very patriotic.

“Tyler!” she whispered more hoarsely now. She could hear him pacing in the hallway in front of the basement stairs, but he wasn’t coming down. “Come here!”

“I’m sorry, Brooke,” he said softly. “I should go. I apologize for taking liberties with you at the stadium, in your car. You’re too sweet a girl for me to be trying anything like that.”

Liberties? She thought. He was just being natural, the way God and horny women wanted men to be.

“It’s okay. Come on down. It want to talk to you.”

“I can’t, Brooke. Thank you for a lovely night. I’ll see you tomorrow at work, okay?”

Before Brooke could stop him by charging up the stairs, the front door closed with some force.

“Wait!” she called. But it was too late. She balanced the American flags in her right hand, still partially covering her fun bags, but what was the use?

Brooke slammed her foot down, threw the flags across the foyer, and groaned louder than she should have. What am I doing wrong? She thought. I can’t get Tyler interested, I had to be completely nude to get my study group interested. To be honest, I really have trouble interesting Dennis. She wondered what Dennis would do in the same situation — snuck into her home late at night, her dad upstairs, and Brooke wearing American flags draped on her breasts and loosened shorts on her hips. Probably nothing. She groaned again, too loudly.

“Hey, what’s going on down there?”

“Nothing, Dad. Just doing some yoga.” She didn’t want him to see her without her flags, so called up to him from a spot where he couldn’t see her. “How was your date?”

“My date? It was … memorable. I’ll tell you about it in the morning, okay? Now get to bed, honey.”

Brooke heard his door close, and sneaked up the stairs to her room. As she passed his room, his light was still on, disclosed by a brilliant little strip beneath the closed door. What was more interesting was that her dad never shut his door. He kept it open so he could make sure she didn’t sneak out, and that there were no monsters in the house. Brooke always closed her own door to block the sound of the ripping snorts of his nighttime breathing.

But she was too frustrated to think much about it. She slipped out of her shorts and panties, stood fully nude in her window looking out for any sign of Tyler glancing up at her. But he was gone. She stomped into the bathroom, and started to fill her bathtub. Once the water was comfortably warm and pulsing down, she situated herself beneath the faucet, her legs sticking high along the side of faucet. She opened the drain enough that the water couldn’t drown her, then let the water splash against her vagina, purling until she came, and came again, and came again. If there were a world’s record for faucet-induced orgasms, she knew she could break it.

It was weird but since July Fourth, Tyler was acting a bit differently around Brooke. He still helped her work out in the morning, but he paid more attention to her figure in her lime green suit. He offered to hold her more frequently while she did her leg kicks. He rubbed her muscles after a strenuous workout. He was always handy with the suntan lotion. But as close to her body as he constantly was, he was a complete gentleman. No accidental brushes of his hand against her breasts in the water, no tugging at her bottoms to make them unloosen. They did hug and kiss on occasion, but it was a careful kind of embrace. Brooke could see that Tyler was excited by her. His dick pressed furiously against his swim trunks in the morning. She was dying to know if he was closer to long skinny dick, thick cock, or curved penis, or if he had a form all his own. From what she could tell, it was probably something close to coiled spring.

Brooke came to the conclusion that the problem wasn’t Tyler’s; it was hers. She had never learned how to seduce, to tease, and to invite a young man into her arms. It was a problem she had never solved before college, thanks to her dad, and had never resolved in college either. Dennis was always a gentleman with her, too. Don’t these guys recognize when a woman wants to cuddle, to be stimulated, to be tasted and nibbled on, to be excited? No, of course not. She was not sending the right signals. Or maybe the men were all intimidated by the ruckus about “Me Too” and afraid that a woman would later turn and accuse him of inappropriate touching if not outright rape. It had gotten so bad that Brooke was starting to have sexual nightmares, involving inappropriate touching and outright rape. With multiple partners. And Dennis and Tyler fighting over who would have the dishonor of deflowering her, with the loser just fucking her.

This has got to stop, she told herself. I need a release from my personal sexual demons. July had been difficult. She was exposed at the pool in her too small lifeguard uniform, as were the other female lifeguards. When she wasn’t there, she enjoyed wearing her new lime bikini around the house and occasionally when she went for a drive. She also enjoyed sunbathing nude in her backyard. Her daydreams were becoming more sensuous, too. She began to notice how attractive the male lifeguards were. She saw that Rowan was always available, often hitting on Rue. But Brooke could not erase the image of him forcing Cat’s head onto his erect member until he came. Ugh.

Tyler’s limp had almost gone completely away. He also seemed to have reconciled himself to his position at the concession stand. He still looked good, and girls often hung around the stand just so he would talk to them. He had applied and been accepted for the doctoral program in English Lit at a good local university. He would spread his classes out over several semesters because he had a full time teaching load at the high school. Brooke was surprised the first time Tyler asked her out, until she saw a poster for Cat’s band playing that night. He was trying to avoid obsessing about Cat, and he was using Brooke as a distraction. At first, she was angered. Then she realized that if he could use her to fight his obsessions, maybe she could use him, too. Kind of as a practice boyfriend. She could perfect the moves she would surprise Dennis with this fall. After all, isn’t that what summer romances were all about? Taking chances with someone who really doesn’t matter that much?

Tyler took her to a foreign film first. It was a Japanese movie based upon MacBeth called “Throne of Blood.” It took Brooke a while to get comfortable with the subtitles and what sounded like grunts throughout the movie, but once she did, she really enjoyed the film. Tyler was next to her in a back row of the small theater, because they could “see everything much easier from there.” She also noticed that no one was behind them. He placed his arm around her shoulder, and let his hand drop near her breast. It was a juvenile move, but she could accept it. She kept watching the popcorn container to be sure he hadn’t cut a hole for his penis to poke through. But no. He wasn’t that creative.

His fingers eventually brushed softly against her breast. Brooke fought the urge to roll her shoulder, which she was afraid would discourage him. Instead she arched her back slightly, so that her aching nipple was closer to his fingertips. Sure enough, they found it. First he let one finger trace her small insistent bulge. It felt so nice. Then he used his thumb and forefinger to pinch her bulge gently. She felt it all the way down into her pussy, making it hot and moist. She couldn’t help herself any longer; she squirmed. Immediately, Tyler removed his hand and placed it in his lap. Brooke’s shoulders sagged.

She reached over with her hand, and took his hand in hers while still in his lap. She could feel that he was aroused, his coiled spring taut against his trousers. As she used her thumb to caress the hand that had teased her nipple, she made sure that the back of her hand rubbed against his crotch. She paid attention to the responses she elicited from him, just like a good scientist should. She knew that all experiments needed to be repeated so that their results can be duplicated, so she looked forward to the next movie.

Nothing else happened that night. He dropped her home, and promised to see her the next day at work. He did see her, but was embarrassed by his pervious night’s behavior, and said nothing more. Brooke hoped for an opportunity to tell him it was all right, to give him absolution for his transgressions — as welcome as they had been — but he kept to himself.

Brooke decided she needed a new bikini, one more like Rue’s. She went shopping alone, since Rue seemed so busy with her new boyfriend and with the theater. She found some of the slimmest, most provocative, tiniest bikinis this side of Monte Carlo. Good, she thought. She thought she might have to use double-sided tape to keep the top covering the brown ring of her tender areolae, but she found that if she kept her nipples erect, it helped keep the minuscule triangles in place.

July was over by the time Brooke wore her new white bikini to work out. It wasn’t the wisest choice for working out, though. She found that she frequently had to adjust her suit while she did the laps. She finally decided to hold onto the wall and just flutter kick, but even that couldn’t assure that her bra top would not slip a little. When it did, and if Tyler was near, Brooke pretended not to notice. She turned her head to the side while she kicked and grunted. At one point, Tyler came over, and gingerly adjusted her top.

“Oh,” she said, feigning surprise, “thank you.”

Later that day, he asked her to go with to the County Fair. She wondered if he would wear his Stetson hat there and call her “Ma’am.” But she realized she was making progress, too. For the first time that summer, Tyler had asked her on a date when Cat did not have a competing gig. Brooke felt a tiny thrill caused by knowing she had successfully manipulated her intended target. She wondered whether Dennis would prove any more malleable.

“Oooh, let me come, too. Please,” Rue begged when she heard that Tyler wanted to go to the fair. “I love the fair. I love the rides, the animal exhibits, even most of the food. I love to watch the people. This year, people will be watching us.” She arched her eyebrows.

“I think Tyler would be okay with you riding along. Why don’t you bring your new friend? I still haven’t met him.”

Rue’s eyes darted to the side, to where Rowan was kicking one of the few remaining beach balls aside.

“He’s got to work tomorrow. But I would love to come. All right?”

So the next day, Tyler arranged to pick both women up at Brooke’s house early in the morning. Brooke wore the tightest jeans she could find, so that they looked like a second skin on her. She topped it with a halter that was colorful, but left little doubt that her breasts swayed freely. Luckily, she was in top shape, and her underlying chest muscles helped support and lift her boobs more than the thin cloth draped across them. Brooke waited near the front door, hoping to get out before her father saw her outfit.

Rue showed up wearing her new favorite yellow summer dress again, the one that showed off her golden tan and auburn hair. If Brooke had to guess, she would say that Rue wasn’t wearing anything underneath her yellow dress. She, too, had a wonderful physique gained by her intense regimen of dancing and her swimming. Unfortunately, Brooke’s father heard Rue at the front door and came out to greet her.

Rue and Brooke pretended not to notice him. Brooke didn’t want him to criticize her clothes and Rue just liked to tease. He tapped them both on the shoulder. When they turned around, his face lit up with a smile when he saw Rue’s face and her breezy summer dress, then immediately dropped when he saw Brooke’s tight jeans and revealing halter.

“Why can’t you put on a summer dress, Brooke? You’ll look as beautiful as your friend does.”

“Thank you,” said Rue, and kissed his cheek quickly.

He blushed. “Do you guys want any coffee before your go? I’ve just made some fresh.”

Before they could answer, Tyler’s horn honked outside. His miniature Honda sputtered in the driveway.

“Well, ask him in. I want to meet this boy, Brooke.”

“Sorry, we have to go. And he’s not a boy. He’s a teacher at the high school and works at the pool with us.” Then she was out the door, skipping down the steps. Rue was a little slower out the door, and walked lady-like down the steps. Even with her yellow summer dress on, the way Rue moved made one think of the long, thin body slinking along underneath that yellow dress. It took her dad quite a while before he closed the door, and was rewarded by a quick wave and a blown kiss before Rue slipped into the cramped back seat.

“Did I ever tell you I think your Dad is so nice?”

“He was just about to make me change into a Puritan costume to visit the fair. Luckily, you and your yellow dress distracted him. He can be a real tyrant.”

Rue pulled the dress up above her knees so she could easily stretch out her long legs. She rolled her foot and wiggled her toes in the space between the two front seats. They found a music station they could all agree on, and spent the next hour singing pop songs on their way to the county fair.

While Tyler purchased tickets for all three of them, Brooke took Rue aside.

“Have you noticed that Tyler pays almost no attention to me? He’s fixated on that slut, Cat. Still, I think I’ve made some headway in helping him come out of his shell. So, you might see me do some unusual things today — unusual for me — but it’s all a part of helping me understand the male animal. Okay?’

“That’s fine. I can probably help you with your experiment if you like.”

“You’ve already got your own mystery boyfriend. Don’t try to steal Tyler. He’s your cousin.”

“Steal? Heavens, you give me too much credit, Brooke. But I will help you to tempt him, to the best of my ability, without crossing any lines. Okay?”

“Without crossing any line. Okay.”

Brooke and Rue sealed the deal by twisting their little fingers together, then laughed. Tyler had no idea what they were laughing about.

Brooke liked the fair. She used to go with her grandpa before he passed, and she had wonderful memories of the silly things he did while taking care of her. He let her ride everything, even if her mother might think it was too dangerous; he let her taste everything that she wanted him to buy. She laughed at the variety shows, and petted the bunnies, chickens, and even the pigs. She felt as though she were nine years old again. But she was aware that she didn’t look the same anymore. The leers she received were both disgusting and empowering. She had something everyone wanted. She told herself it was a beautiful figure, but some private demon told her it was sex appeal.

Tyler, Rue, and Brooke walked together down the Midway. Tyler held Rue’s hand in his, but his other arm was around Brooke’s narrow waist, just above the bulge of her ass. He would let his arm slip a bit, so he could feel the motion of her glutes as the walked. Brooke wiggled more than usual as they strolled.

Because it was early, they didn’t have to wait to ride on the rides. The roller coaster was only so-so, and the tilt-a-whirl lasted too long. The ferris wheel was gigantic, though, and they all three fit into a single seat. They were hoisted in the air for a breathtaking view of the fairgrounds. Once it started to circle with some speed, Rue dared Brooke to flash the crowds. She lowered the top of her own dress so that her firm young breasts poked provocatively out, there for the whole world to see. They were going fast enough that no one got offended by the quick view.

“Come on, Brooke. This ride won’t last forever.”

Brooke looked to Tyler, a sheepish grin on her face. Then she scooped her halter so that her boob on the left fell out, and repeated it on the right so that both tits were freely exposed as the ferris wheel cart swung on its hinges. Tyler looked away, ever the gentleman at first. Then he heard Rue calling for him.

“Tyler, it’s okay to look. Every guy down there wishes he were you, okay? We’re all friends here.”

So, Tyler did look. The girls laughed as their breasts jiggled, enjoying both the freedom and the excitement of flashing the whole fair. Tyler had a silly grin on his face, and Brooke noticed that his coiled spring was pressing against his zipper. He let go of the safety bar with one hand, and covered his crotch with his hand. The girls laughed harder.

After the rides, they viewed the exhibits. They placed bets on which livestock would win, although they wouldn’t be around when the prizes were awarded. But it gave them something to argue and shout about.

At lunch, Rue suggested hot dogs while Tyler was satisfied with nachos. They found a secluded table on the side of one of the food trucks. Brooke bought their drinks.

Just before Brooke took a big bite of her dog, Rue interrupted her.

“Wait! That’s not safe. The buns can have bacteria even if you don’t see any mold. Here try this.”

Rue tore her bun from the top about a quarter way down all around. It left the red hot extended and exposed. Then she did the same thing for Brooke’s dog, leaving the hot, red, exposed meat sticking out of the bun.

“Now it’s safer,” she said. Then she extended her tongue and touched the tip of the dog. “Oooh, still hot! You try it, Brooke.”

Brooke held the dog at a ninety-degree angle from her mouth. She stuck out her tongue and brought the tip of the dog closer. She remembered what she had seen Cat do with Rowan’s shlong and the way she balanced the mike in her hand so close to her lips, and started to paint the tip of the hot dog with her tongue.

“Oh, that’s good,” Rue said. She began to mimic Brooke’s actions. Before long, both of them were sliding the tip of the hot dog between their pursed lips, while Tyler’s mouth hung open. They developed a rhythm, and together inserted the dogs repeatedly into their half open mouths, letting their tongues linger on the meat. Then at a look from Rue which Brooke somehow understood, they stopped with the dog firmly inserted into their mouths, and at the same time, took a huge bite.

Tyler winced, which made the girls laugh. They couldn’t swallow the huge amount they had bitten off, and spit the mouthful onto their paper napkins, still laughing. They drank deeply from their soda pop.

Tyler offered them some nachos, but they both turned him down. He reached for one, when Rue piped up again.

“That’s not how you eat those.”

“What?” he said. “Yes, it is.”

“No. You can’t use your hands. Just your tongue, your lips, and your teeth. Trust me. This will be great practice for you.” Rue and Brooke laughed at the look on his face.

But Tyler was game, and he put his face over the pile of chips and hot cheese filling a small cardboard basket. His tongue flicked out, and helped position a chip more upright, so that he could grab it with his teeth. He folded the chip back into this mouth, to the cheers of the girls.

They didn’t get a lot to eat that lunch, but they learned a lot about the oral abilities of their friends’ mouths.

As evening approached, they sauntered back through the Midway. Tyler held them both a little closer as they walked hip to hip.

When they left, he dropped Rue off first, then drove to Brooke’s house. The upstairs light was on; her dad was still awake. Tyler was tempted to come in, but still refused. Brooke stomped her foot as he drove away.

“I’m home, Dad,” Brooke shouted up to him. She hid under the staircase a little, not wanting to discuss even in the evening, the outfit she had worn. “Do you want anything?”

“No, dear, I’ll just be turning in. Everyone have a good time?”

“We had a great time. Maybe Rue can tell you about it over breakfast some morning.”

That got a laugh out of him. “Goodnight, baby girl. See you in the morning.”

For Brooke, the doldrums of summer always occurred in August. It was a slow, hot, dreary time winding down the summer. The sky was often milky blue, wisps of clouds filtering the hot sun. The wind seemed to take a break, too, only occasionally sighing a breeze over the pool area. The crowds had dropped off from the pool, and all the lifeguards had more time off. Rue used the time to prepare for the show in September. Tyler seemed to have forgotten Cat, and asked Brooke out more frequently. They went to a Cubs game, a water park, a White Sox game, to the Arboretum, and to the Art Institute in Chicago. They even went for bike rides.

Most often, Brooke used her down time just to lay out in her newest bikini. The sun warmed her, the soft breeze cosseted her like she was a kitten. Her minimal suit no longer shocked, so she was left alone to daydream as she tanned. She wondered about Dennis, and how he would like the more sensual woman she’d become. She laughed when she considered the texts and emails that she and her study buddies exchanged. There was no doubt but that they liked her new bikinis. The coed members of her group shared their own minimalist suits, and were encouraged by the male members to wear even less. Dennis didn’t email that often, but she hadn’t shocked him with her new beachwear, because she wanted to see his reaction in person. Tyler had been a wonderful if frustrating puzzle all summer. Head Lifeguard Zinc-nosed Rowan had developed his own outside interests. He and Rue seemed to be missing frequently at the same time. She thought Rue had better taste than to indulge Rowan, but maybe it was just a summer romance, and she couldn’t fault her for that. Even her dad seemed more lighthearted. He was up early, listening to old records — the vinyl ones that her mother used to love — and humming along to the songs. He was more understanding of her tiny bikinis, but she didn’t push it around him. If he came home early, she ended her nude sunbathing, and usually put on shorts and a t-shirt. It was a kind of truce between them. After all, he couldn’t control her once she was back at college.

Brooke’s golden birthday was approaching. She would be twenty-one on August twenty-first. Her father was going to throw her a party until Rue told him that her friends were planning a special twenty-first birthday party at the Golden Harp, the neighborhood bar. He understood, and was satisfied to give her a birthday card and a promise to spend time with her later.

Rue showed up bright and early on August 21, and instead of staying downstairs with her Dad talking and drinking coffee, she shook Brooke awake.

“Come on, sleepyhead. We’ve got a big day planned.”

Brooke moaned, and tried to hide under her pillow. Rue wouldn’t allow it; she bounced on the bed to get Brooke out of it. Brooke finally sat up, rubbed her red hair to a ball of frizz, and stretched.

“Go take a shower, then I’m taking you to the spa to start your day. Come on, we have lots to do today!”

Brooke took her quick shower, and plodded downstairs in her shorts and t-shirts. There she found Rue and her dad drinking coffee and sharing breakfast donuts that Rue had brought. Rue’s long tan legs were stretched under the table, stretching luxuriously from her sandals to the short shorts she wore again, below a yellow t-shirt of her own.

A box from Amazon sat on the kitchen table at Brooke’s place. She read the card attached. It was her birthday present from Dennis. She almost cried that he had remembered without her reminding him. She ripped open the box to find a hardcover book, entitled “The Death and Life of the Great Lakes.” It was a book about invasive fish species. Brooke put on a brave face for her Dad and Rue.

“Well, I have to get to work. You two have fun today. Happy birthday, sweet girl.” He kissed his daughter on the top of her head, and waved to Rue. Rue waved back, and sweetened it by blowing him a kiss. It made him smile before he left.

At the spa, Rue told the attendant, “It’s her birthday. She wants a wax. Completely clean, okay?”

“Wait a minute, Rue. I’m fine; I’ve shaved very cleanly.”

“I want you as smooth as a Corvette’s fender. Cleaner than beach ball. Slicker than water slide.” Rue nodded to the attendant, and let her take Brooke away. Brooke had a concerned look on her face.

“You’ll be fine,” Rue called through the closed spa door.

The attendant put goop on Brooke’s private area, applied some tape, and ripped it off, taking any stubble or outgrowth with it.

“Owwwchh!” Brooke yelled back, three times more. “Do they really have to do my butt hole?”

When they were finished, Brooke was smooth as an elephant’s tusk, but tender. Rue drove her back home and helped her into the garage. There Rue put down some paint tarps, and had Brooke stand in the middle of one of them.

“What are you doing?” Brooke asked.

“I thought we’d go bicycle riding in your new swim suit.”

“Have you seen my new white bikini? It’s pretty daring.”

“Not like this one,” Rue said. “You haven’t seen daring yet.”

Rue held up a small wedged brush, a sponge, some medium brushes, and some vinyl paint pots.

“I thought you would look great in a violet suit. Don’t you think? First, we prepare you for the application.”

Rue took only two hours to apply paint to Brooke’s body. It didn’t take long, because she didn’t cover much of it. It was nearly as big as the white bikini Brooke was newly comfortable wearing. Brooke stood there looking at herself in a mirror. It was like an optical illusion.

“Am I naked? Or am I covered?”

Rue chuckled. “You’re both, actually. I want you to think of yourself in whatever way makes you feel comfortable, uncomfortable, or tingly.”

Then Rue traced a tiny yellow vinyl triangle over each of her own nipples, and connected them with a painted gold chain. Brooke helped to add the detail and shadows to make the paint look like real cloth. Rue’s bottoms were a thong, so she only painted in the front, with small lines and painted bows at the side. Brooke liked how it looked on Rue, and so they redid her purple bottoms as a tiny thong with painted pink bows at her hips. When they looked at themselves in the mirror from behind, there was nothing to suggest that they were wearing anything, except lines drawn on their backs and on their hips masquerading as straps. They were naked from behind for sure.

But when they looked at themselves from the front, it was a funny thing. They were covered, yet their bodies were completely on display. The idea of it excited Brooke, and make her nipples pop. Rue had chills, too, and her nipples grew high and pointy, and matched the goosebumps on her legs and arms.

“Happy birthday, Brooke. Are you ready for your bike ride?”

Brooke knew better than to argue, and so they mounted the bikes, water bottles and small sandwiches in seat packs, and towels tucked in there to keep the food and water cool. They each donned broad, straw Panama hats, the only thing really covering any part of their bodies. Rue chose the route, which took them through some populated areas, where the girls waved eagerly to those they passed. Horns honked, men whistled, and some of the shouts were borderline insulting, but Rue and Brooke felt so good as they pedaled along, they didn’t mind.

Next, Rue chose a route that took them to an area when new homes were being built. It took a moment before Brooke realized that they were riding through a subdivision that her father was building. Sure enough, Rue stopped her bike near a partially completed home. Brooke stopped, too, but wondered what was going on. Then Brooke saw her father come out of one of the houses’ front doors, waving to Rue. Brooke’s first instinct was the same one she had when she was sunbathing nude, which was to put something on so as not to aggravate her father. She even was hesitant to wear her new bikinis around her father. At this moment, she was wearing a tiny painted on bikini, which was daring enough. But the truth was, she was standing next to her bike completely naked except for a few splashes of vinyl paint. She thought at worst she could always hide behind her Panama hat.

But her father was more interested in seeing Rue, who ran to him, threw her arms around him, and kissed him on the lips. He held her close, his hands finding her naked backside, and squeezing both muscular, dancer’s mounds. Did he realize Rue was naked, too, except for the splashes of paint on her pussy and barely covering her nipples? He was smiling like he didn’t care. He appreciated a healthy young woman showing an interest in him. What middle-aged man wouldn’t?

“Where are you off to?” he asked.

“We have a party at one of the bars tonight. Your daughter has to celebrate turning twenty-one. Would you like to come?”

“No!” Brooke said.

Rue and Brooke’s dad looked at her. He looked as though he had just noticed her. When he saw the purple splotches of paint barely covering her freckled body, he turned his head, and blushed.

“Maybe you two should go. I’ll see you later tonight after the bar, alright?”

Rue grabbed his arm and pulled him around so that he had to look at her. His mouth fell open as he realized that Rue was wonderfully nude, too. She kissed him again, then turned to walk away, giving him a perfect view of her naked behind. Brooke figured that was probably the right thing to do, so she turned and walked away as well. She heard a few wolf whistles from other workers as her full, lush behind rolled as she walked. She heard her father cursing at them to shut up, too. It was the kind of thing she would have liked to do in front of Dennis. And maybe a vinyl painting party might be in store for the study group, too.

The Golden Harp was a typical neighborhood bar, with wooden floors, a couple of pool tables, a long polished bar with tall stools, and a few tables tossed about where groups might sit. It had a corner dedicated to anyone who wanted to perform, either singers, groups, or poets. The lights were provided by walls full of neon beer signs, plus some Christmas lights that were hung the year around.

Rue and Brooke walked into the bar to a raucous cheer. Rue strutted, her thin arms raised high above her head, as she walked among the crowd, bestowing the occasion kiss and permitting a familiar hug against her naked body. Brooke walked to the bar with a little more decorum, her arms held at her waist, but her breasts full and free. She was stopped once or twice by a friend or lifeguard who gave her a kiss on the cheek. She looked around, but did not see Tyler.

She did see Cat, slinging a guitar over her bare tattooed shoulder and wrestling a keyboard. She had even more tattoos than the last time. It looked as though she would be the entertainment for the night. So, eventually, Tyler would probably show up. If not to see Brooke, then for sure to see Cat.

“Here you go. A strawberry margarita for a strawberry blond.” It was Rowan with two drinks, one for Rue and one for Brooke. His nose was surprisingly flesh-colored, though he still wore shades.

“I’m a red head, not a blond,” Brooke said. Then she swallowed the drink in one long delicious gulp, to the cheers of the crowd.

“Slow down, killer,” Rue said. “You can stay here all night.”

Cat glared at Rue and Brooke, and she sneered when she realized that they were wearing nothing but well-placed splotches of paint. Also in the bar were most of the lifeguards, but not Tyler. Cat started playing and singing, and the crowd started to dance. It was more a group bounce, with arms extended overhead, and shoulders dropping just a little as they danced.

Rowan brought two more drinks. “You do like Margaritas, right, Brooke?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never drunk them before. I’ve really never drunk anything before.”

Brooke sipped this drink a little more slowly, but it didn’t take long before it was gone, too.

As the evening went on, Brooke and Rue both got tipsy. Brooke liked pool, but she tended to sprawl over the edge of the table when she lined up her shots. Because she was naked from behind, nobody complained. She didn’t seem to mind either, even when she suffered the occasional butt squeeze or goose. Rue tried to protect her, but Rue was getting a little sloppy as well.

By ten o’clock, the bar was singing along with Cat a collection of songs from the nineties and later. No one knew who started the chant, but soon everyone wanted to see Brooke and Rue dancing on the bar.

The bartender was nervous. “I can’t have nudity on my bar. I could get shut down.”

Rowan laughed. “Can’t your see that they are not naked? Not exactly, anyway. They have something covering their private parts, right?”

“It’s paint! It’s like their own skin, but a different color. They’re not fooling anybody in this bar that those are actually swim suits.”

“Has your bar ever been this crowded?” Rowan asked.

The bartender shook his head. He looked at the crowd, all singing, shouting, and most importantly, drinking and paying for the drinks. He had to admit, the birthday girl and her friend were a big draw. He leaned into Brooke, and whispered loudly into her ear.

“Hey, can I get you to come back again tomorrow, and every day for the rest of the year?”

Brooke laughed. She put her arm around the bartender, and tried to look straight into his bearded face and blue eyes. But her own eyes wouldn’t focused. They started to buzz back and forth. She figured she better answer quickly before she had to throw up.

“I like you. I like your bar. I wish my study group could come here. I even wish my boyfriend Dennis could be here. But I have to go back to school soon. So, sadly, no, I cannot come back here every night until the end of the year.”

Brooke kissed him. Her arm slipped from around the bartender’s neck, and flopped on the bar. She needed it to keep upright.

Cat started to play a dance number, and some one started to shout that Rue and Brooke should be dancing. The crowd agreed. The question was where should they dance in the crowded place so that everyone had a view.

“Up on the bar!” someone shouted.

The suggestion was accepted and echoed by most of the other patrons. In less than a minute, Rue and Brooke found themselves on top of the slippery beer-soaked bar, barefoot, trying not to lose their balance. The applause was loud and sustained. Everyone in the place had a full view of the faux nudity of the two women. Rue was defiant as she danced perfectly, with long leg kicks and extended arms and jazz hands. Brooke was not a dancer, but she had more to show off. Her hips were wide and sensuous. Her breasts were full and curved nicely. From the side, there was a smoothness that made the men in the audience flex their hands reflexively. Brooke danced as though she were oblivious to her own sexiness. She danced, thinking of her boyfriend Dennis. Or maybe of the study group, which also crept into her mind as she was up on the bar.

“Take it off!” someone shouted. That made the crowd laugh, because it was pretty clear that neither girl had much, if anything, to remove.

Take it off! We want tits! We want pussy!”

Rowan raised his arms to quiet the crowd while Cat played her insistent music in the background. The crowd, curious as to what Rowan had in mind, did calm somewhat. Rowan crooked his finger for Rue to come closer to him. She ducked down to him, and he snaked his arm around her neck, pulling her toward him. He used his mouth to latch onto her left boob, and used his teeth to get a piece of her tiny brown triangle. She pulled back, but Rowan didn’t let go. The vinyl piece stretched from Rowan’s bite all the way to Rue’s erect stance. But slowly the vinyl started to peel away from Rue’s skin, until it snapped against Rowan. Rue’s breast was uncovered.

The crowd laughed and cheered. The bartender tried to get Rowan to get the girls down. Instead, Rue offered her right boob to another lifeguard, who used his teeth to repeat the process, leaving her completely nude from the waist up. All that was left was a small paint daub on her pussy.

Brooke was dizzy. When she looked into the undulating crowd, she was sure she saw that Dennis was there. He’d come to see her! He had a great smile on his face, which she saw even though he still wore the protective goggles over his glasses, and he still had purple latex gloves on his hands. He waved to her like a frond in the fish tank. Next to him, Brooke thought she saw her study group, all six of them. The guys were cheering for her, asking her to sign their study notebooks. She saw the coeds, too. They were naked, except for notecards that covered their boobs and their hairy vaginas. Or maybe not notecards, but calculators.

Brooke leaned forward to a tall, thin man wearing glasses, but no goggles. Was it Dennis? Did it matter? The man grabbed her breasts with both hands, and grabbed onto her nipples so that she could not stand up without stretching the vinyl the way Rue had. So, Brooke stood up, and let the vinyl stretch. Her breasts were pulled out a bit, too, but their weight was too much for the vinyl, which ripped off, leaving each breast lolling like pendulums side to side on her chest. The appreciative roar from the crowd was deafening.

Rue pulled Brooke closer, and used her own teeth to remove the last small purple triangle. Brooke blinked as she stood there, completely naked, completely shaved, bare as a boiled hot dog. She felt like a goddess, with her worshippers before her. She was less artistic when she pulled Rue’s suit off.

“Pull off the freckles!” somebody shouted, which caused the place to erupt in laughter.

“We have to get them off the bar,” the bartender told Rowan.

“I wish I could control them,” Rowan said. “But they seem to have a mind of their own.”

“They are wasted, man. They will do anything at this point. Get them out of here.”

But when Rowan tried just to remove them from the bar, the crowd booed and threw their drinks at him. He shrugged his shoulders at the bartender. The bartender could not risk the police coming in on their own, so he decided to call them himself. He was dialing the phone when Tyler banged the door open and limped in.

Tyler first saw Cat on the stage in the corner. He gave her a smile but she looked elsewhere, not acknowledging him at all. He then saw that Rue and Brooke were sloppily dancing naked on the bar, to crowd clapping.

“Time to go home,” Tyler said to Brooke, and opened his arms so that she could ease into them.

“Where’s our hats?”

Rowan gave Tyler the Panama hats, which he used to provide Brooke some modesty as he carried her out of the bar and put her into his small car. Before she closed the door, she threw up next to the car onto the parking lot. Tyler went back in, where Rue was lying on the bar, doing leg extensions.

“You, too, cuz” Tyler said to Rue. He gave her the other hat, pulled her onto his back, and took her outside to his car, too. He had to dodge the drinks and the insults, but the bar crowd knew their good time had ended. As Tyler closed the door to the bar, he heard the crowd giving a loud round of applause for the fun they had had. He also heard Cat playing a slow song, which allowed some close dancing among the patrons.

Tyler took them both to Brooke’s house. He plopped unconscious Rue on a porch swing and went back to carry Brooke. She had both arms around his neck, and was curled in his arms. He rang the doorbell, and Brooke’s father appeared. His attitude went from horrified when he saw Tyler carrying his naked baby girl, to protective when he saw naked Rue perched on the swing.

“What happened?” he asked.

“They had too much to drink.”

“Where are their clothes?”

“I don’t think they started out with much clothing besides their hats. They need to get into bed. Can you carry Rue?”

Brooke’s Dad picked Rue up, curled in his arms, and carried her inside and up the stairs. He indicated to Tyler where Brooke’s room was. Tyler placed her gingerly onto her bed, and got a big glass of water and a basin from the bathroom, in case Brooke needed it later. Rue was taken into Brooke’s Dad’s room. Tyler put his hand on the older man’s chest.

“What are you doing? I don’t think that’s fair when she’s so wasted.” Tyler started to go get Rue, when he stopped upon seeing her getting comfortable in the large double bed, covered with sheets.

Brooke’s Dad smiled sheepishly.

“She’s been here before, I take it,” Tyler said.

“I love her. I think we might have something going here.”

Tyler nodded. Before he left, he turned to the older man once again. “If I find out that you’ve done anything that she wouldn’t want you to, I’ll be back, and I’ll kick your ass.”

“I’d want you to. Thank you for bringing twenty-one year old Brooke home. I hope she survives her first hangover. At least the first one I know about.”

Tyler laughed softly. “It’s her first. She’s a good kid.”

Brooke woke up with a major hangover, which kept her in bed until almost noon. When she checked her phone she saw that there were a million pictures documenting her twenty-first birthday party. There was no way Tyler was going to protect her image from being splashed across the internet now. What had she been thinking?

The truth was, she just wasn’t thinking. She got a few texts from her study group. They had seen the posts. They were “looking forward to seeing more of you this semester, but after seeing the posts, they didn’t think that was even possible.”

Ha. Ha.

Her head hurt. Her throat was dry. She had to get up. She tossed on a t-shirt and started down toward the kitchen, dreading the confrontation with her father. She smelled the coffee, and it made her want to throw up. She fought the urge. From the kitchen, she heard sobbing. The light in the kitchen was too bright, so she clicked off the switch. The sunlight was still too bright.

Rue was crying, her head on the table, wearing one of her father’s denim work shirts. Her father was softly stroking her hair and her shoulders, but it seemed to do no good. He looked up at Brooke, but not in judgment; he looked to her in supplication. He needed her help for a change.

“What’s going on?” Brooke asked.

Her father sighed before answering.

“Well, first, the pool called, saying that because of the cool weather today, they don’t need as many guards. Rowan? The head guy? He said you both could probably use some time to recover.”

“How nice of him,” Brooke said. “So, what’s the matter with Rue?”

“That’s the bad thing. She was fired from the theater production. They saw some pictures taken last night. Did you know she had the lead in the production?”

Brooke shook her head. “She never told me. This is awful. That was all she wanted to do at the end of the summer.”

“They fired her. They said she might bring disrepute on their theater once this gets around.”

Rue moaned as she cried. He kept trying to calm her.

“What happened last night?” he asked. “How did you let things get so far out of hand? You’re not that girl I saw in the internet photos. At least I never thought so.”

Brooke blushed. “I don’t know how it happened. It was all in fun, I thought. We were celebrating, and then, I don’t know. It got crazier and crazier.”

“At least you can walk away from this. You get to go back East for college soon. Rue has to live here, and live with this scandal. Maybe she can enroll in your college this fall and hide out there.”

“I don’t think you should call it a ‘scandal.’ We just had too much to drink. We thought we could trust our friends. We were stupid, but it’s not a scandal.”

“Maybe you’re right, Brooke. It’s awful, but I admit it’s not a scandal.”

“Rue can’t escape the pictures by going to college with me. My friends have found the photos, too. It’s something we’ll have to live down. I’m not worried. By next week there will be some new viral video to take up the news.”

“Please,” her dad said, “don’t let it be another one of you.”

Brooke left her dad to take care of Rue while she took a very cold shower. The weather had cooled, and Brooke dressed more conservatively. She brought Rue some warmer clothes, too. Rue looked lost in the warmer clothes, compared to the commanding presence she had when she wore little clothing.

“We have to get out, Dad. We’ll be back for dinner.”

Brooke helped Rue pile into Brooke’s Camry and drove her around. They stopped for some hot coffee and cinnamon rolls.

“I’ve destroyed my career,” Rue said. “I had the lead in that show. Did you know that? I had the lead. And now I’ve been replaced by an understudy.”

“No, I didn’t know you had the lead. You never told me what part you had.”

“Well, I did. Now, I have nothing. Do I start over and apply for other shows? Who is going to take a chance on someone like me?”

“Rue, you’re talented. You will land another show.”

They ended up back at the pool, even though they were not scheduled to work. The cool weather had kept nearly everyone away. Rowan was there, though, and let the women in.

“Rue, I can’t believe that you aren’t going to be in the show this fall. I’m sure the theater will reconsider when they have the chance. I’m behind you,” Rowan said.

Rue hugged him, but wasn’t convinced. Brooke rubbed her hand.

“Well, I know what we need. We’re coming to the end of the year here, so I’m offering my father’s cabin for a final party. Please come. And everyone can bring a guest. Whoever you want to bring.”

“That’s the judge’s cabin? I heard that it’s stunning. Remote, isolated. Of course, we’ll be coming,” said Brooke. “With a guest? I’m not sure I have a guest. It’s not like I’m dating a mystery person like Rue.”

Rue smiled wistfully. “I wish he would come, but I don’t think I can convince him.”

“There is a hitch though,” Rowan said with a sly grin. “It will be clothing optional. You can of course wear paint if you prefer.” He laughed.

“Too soon, Rowan, too soon.” Brooke took a playful slap at Rowan.

The party at Rowan’s family cabin was scheduled for the Sunday night before Brooke was scheduled to drive back East. The weather was cool again, and the pool had closed early. By the time that Rue and Brooke arrived at the cabin, the sun had nearly set, and long shadows spilled over the lake beaches. The lake had been warmed by the hot sun all summer, and was warmer than the air around it. Tendrils of fog swept slowly across the surface in mysterious forms. Someone had started a bonfire, which blazed warmly, magnifying shadows of the partygoers around it.

Rue didn’t bring anyone. She said her boyfriend would not have enjoyed the party. Brooke asked Tyler to be her date when she found that he had not been invited by Rowan. When she got to the cabin, she had second thoughts. Despite the cool weather, there were a handful of skinny-dippers in the warm lake water. Tyler saw Cat in the water. When Cat saw Tyler, she decided to come out of the water. She wore nothing, but her brazen nudity wasn’t as shocking as the tattoos that crawled along her left arm, her back, and down half of her left leg. The images looked smudged from a distance. Closer, they were music images — clefs, notes, microphones, wavering staff lines, guitars, keyboards, and clapping hands. Her tattoos had multiplied and now covered half of her body, quite an expansion since the first time Brooke had seen just a small dark tattoo on her left shoulder at the beginning of the summer.

Cat stood at the edge of the lake, trying to hide the fact that she was shivering, until she was convinced that everyone was looking at her. Then she strode with hip-swinging insouciance to the circle of people around the bonfire, and sat next to Rowan, who held her close and called for a beach towel for her.

Tyler had been trapped watching her, like she was a train-car accident occurring in slow motion. He shivered like he was the one coming out of the water. Brooke held him close, but it didn’t seem to help. Rue sat with her head down, covered in a hoodie and long jeans.

“I don’t know why I came,” Rue said. “I shouldn’t have come.”

Rowan overheard her, and leaned in her direction.

“Of course you should be here. You have to celebrate.”

“I’ve got nothing to celebrate, Rowan.”

Rowan stood up, although Cat was clawing at him, trying to get him to remain seated next to her.

“You’ve got the show, Rue.”

Rue shook her head.

“No, Rowan, you’ve got the show. I’ve been cut.”

Rowan grinned sheepishly as everyone looked at him.

“You’re in the show?” Brooke said.

“Of course he is,” Rue said. “He’s the male lead, Billy Bigelow.”

“Typecasting,” Cat said out of the side of her mouth. “He’s a born gigolo.” She wrapped her beach towel around her shoulders.

The crowd around the campfire began to tease Rowan. No one could imagine him as a leading man, even playing a flawed character like the one in “Carousel.”

“Have they heard you sing, Rowan? I kinda doubt it.”

“I think his daddy the Judge got him the gig. The same way the Judge fixes gigs for Cat.”

Cat shot the speaker a dark look, stood up, and stomped into the cabin.

“Don’t tease me, Rowan,” Rue said.

Rowan waited until all the teasing stopped, and the only sound was the crackle and pop of the bonfire and an occasional splash near the shore. Then he walked closer to Rue, crouched down next to her, and spoke quietly to her.

“The producers changed their mind. The director, too. I don’t think they had much choice. The show is only two weeks away, and every member of the cast threatened to quit unless they kept you.”

Rue sat up a little, and searched Rowan’s eyes.

“You’re not just saying that, are you?”

Rowan shook his head.

“Everybody stood behind you. What else could I do? I had to stand behind you, too.”

Rue’s face broke into a huge smile, and she threw her arms around Rowan.

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me too quickly. I think the producers and the director are trying to figure out a way to incorporate some nudity into your part.”

“And you had nothing to do with that, I bet.” Rue playfully slapped Rowan’s shoulder.

“Me? Moi? That’s just crazy.”

Rue hunched up to her knees, and began to talk to herself more than to anyone else.

“1863. Not a lot of nudity going on around then. Especially in New England. But there are dream sequences in the play. Maybe in one of the dream sequences. Or, no! I know! In the beginning, the Carousel Waltz. That’s a fantasy, and introduces the characters. What if Julie Jordan became so enthralled by the music of the Carousel that she felt free enough to dance to it in her slip…”

“Or naked,” Rowan chipped in.

“And that would give Billy Bigelow a better reason to fall for her than just trying to take advantage of a poor, innocent mill girl. Julie has a strong sensual identity, too! I like it. I like it!”

“Sing us a song, you two,” someone said.

“I don’t think Rowan can sing,” someone else said. It might have been Cat.

Rowan looked as though he had been put on the spot. The group began to chant and clap for him to sing. Finally, when it proved impossible to dissuade the group from its request, he raised his hands to quiet them. The bonfire crackled, gray smoke swirled, and he began to sing his part of the opening duet with Julie Jordan, holding the the first low note long enough that everyone realized he had a powerful voice.

“If…..I loved you,” he sang. “Words wouldn’t come in an easy way.”

The crowd was calmed, mesmerized by his baritone, and shocked that he had a talent besides partying. Rue stood up, playing her part as Julie Jordan for them, listening to the words Billy Bigelow sang to her. As he concluded the first part of the duet, Rue began to sing her part, echoing the words that she had just heard Billy sing to her.

“If….. I loved you,” she sang. “Longing to tell you, but afraid and shy, I’d let my golden chances pass me by.”

Rowan and Rue ended the duet together. “Soon, you’ll leave me. Off you will go in the mists of day, never ever to know, How I love you…. If I loved you.”

The crowd around the campfire gave them a rousing ovation. Even Cat stuck her head out the cabin door to listen to the singing, and she had the reputation of listening to nobody. Brooke clapped until her hands hurt. Tyler nodded his approval.

Rue leaned forward and kissed Rowan on the cheek. Then she threw off her hoodie and wiggled out of her jeans. When she was completely naked, she threw her hands into the air and spun around. With a wild “whoo-hoo!” she ran until she was knee deep in the lake and dove in to swim to the raft near the center.

“She’s back,” Brooke said.

“She’ll knock them dead,” Tyler said.

Brooke leaned into Tyler as he was surreptitiously checked the cabin door for signs of Cat. All that was left on the doorstep was the beach towel she had been wearing.

“I wonder where she went?” Tyler said.

“I wonder what’s she’s wearing,” Brooke said, more in jest than concern.

But Tyler looked concerned. He stood up, but before he could leave, Brooke turned to him. “Cat is fine, Ty. She’s with Rowan. Rue’s on her own, too. Let’s go back to my house. “

When Tyler saw Rue surrounded by a group of playful swimmers on the raft, he agreed, and was pulled along by the hand. Before they left, they each nabbed a hot dog in a bun to eat on the way.

Brooke and Tyler tiptoed down the stairs at her house. She set the lights to low, and the music to soft rock. They were both tired and Tyler relaxed on the sofa. Brooke came over and sat beside him. His arm reached up to comb her red hair. On impulse, she bent down and kissed him once on the lips, the way she had seen Rue kiss her father. Not too sexual, not too insistent. Just a kiss.

Tyler smiled and waited for another one. So Brooke kissed him again. This time the contact was longer, and their tongues danced with each other. When she came up, both of them were panting. She was unsure what to do next.

“You must be starving. I think my father has some food down here.”

Tyler smiled. “Maybe some nachos? Maybe a hot dog?”

Brooke blushed, but grinned back.

“First the hot dog, then the nachos.”

She unzipped his jeans, and let his coiled spring loose. She had been right that it was different from the three penises she had seen on her study buddies. This was massive, almost scary. She suddenly saw what Cat had seen in Tyler, and wondered why Cat had ever given him up.

She encircled his penis with her thumb and forefinger, while he lay back on the couch. She did exactly what she saw Cat do earlier in the summer. She teased the head of his dick, she licked it, she took it into her mouth. It was hot, hotter than his body temperature. Probably from the blood rushing there, her biologist’s mind told her. The taste was like nothing she had imagined. It was salty, probably sweaty, and a little bitter. From what she had read in biology, that was probably from the pre-cum. If he had pre-cum. She was so new at this. She took his dick completely into her mouth, and found that she could not hold it all in. She would have to let a goodly portion of his dick poke into her throat. The first time she tried, she gagged. But she was game, and before long, it was halfway down. Although his hips were locked, forcing his penis forward, his cute thing had a mind of its own. It bounced, it quivered, it wiggled, but most importantly, it uncoiled. She found that she had the ability to coax motion from it with her tongue. She played with it, while Tyler moaned his pleasure.

“I’m gonna cum,” he whispered. “Where do you want it?”

Brooke looked around with her eyes. Not on the couch. Not on the rug. Not on the table. How much would there be anyway?

“Come on, Brooke, tell me. Your tits, your face, your hair, your mouth?”

Oh, she thought. The choices made it easy. She sucked on his dick so that it filled her mouth and slid it into her throat. It started to act like it was having a seizure, so she knew it was starting. His orgasm. She didn’t want him to pull it out, so she bit down on his dick to keep it in place.

“Ow, bitch! This isn’t a hot dog like at the fair.”

Brooke laughed with the big dick filling her mouth as it shook and spit its load down her throat. It was hot, too, and salty, and gooey. Most of it stayed in her mouth, and some that had escaped was easily mopped up by her fingers and licked off.

Tyler pulled up his pants, and turned on his side.

“Nachos, now?” he asked, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

Brooke lay on her back, and with some great effort and a little help from Tyler, removed her too-tight jeans. She bent her knees and spread open her legs. Tyler’s tongue found her vagina, and began its talented, muscular stimulation. He was wonderful at munching nachos!

Brooke thought that she could beat the water faucet-induced record for orgasms with the skillful help of Tyler. He was unrelenting.

By the time they were finished pleasuring each other orally, it was nearly three in the morning. Brooke’s bottom was wet with slobber, but she felt marvelously exhauster. Her blouse had been thrown aside, leaving her naked on her father’s couch, the one every who came over used to watch football. It was a very useful couch, she thought.

Tyler gave her a quick kiss, then tiptoed up the stairs with her. Before leaving, he kissed her passionately until she thought she might faint. Then, he gave her a folded piece of paper.

“Don’t read it until tomorrow. Before you leave. Okay?”

“Of course.”

She gave him another long, delicious kiss, let him out, and then went to her own bedroom, carrying her clothes in one hand. This time, when she watched him naked from her window, she saw him wave to her and throw her a kiss.

She was so tired she fell asleep on top of the bed, without having closed her bedroom door.

It wasn’t until after Brooke had showered that she was able to put her thoughts together. She was leaving to return to college! She was going to go back to study biology! She was going to see Dennis and was he in for a surprise. She thought about the things she had experienced this past summer, and wanted to share it all with him. She wanted to see the enthusiasm and love on his face all as the result of her own new skills and her newly beautiful body.

She smelled the coffee downstairs, but packed everything first before going down. She found her neon lime green bikini, the one that seemed fairly modest anymore, and decided to pack it. When she found the tiny white bikini, she giggled and held it against herself. Definitely, she needed to bring it. She threw it into the suitcase, and slammed it shut.

She put her dirty clothes into a garbage bag. A routine check of her jeans pockets showed nothing in there. She had a vague recollection that there had been a note from Tyler in her pocket, but perhaps she had dreamed it. She struggled carrying everything down to the foyer before going into the kitchen.

Her dad was cooking eggs, and gave her a kiss. To her surprise, Rue was seated at the table, sipping coffee. She held out a fresh cup for Brooke.

“What are you doing here?” Brooke asked.

“Had to come and see you off, you know. I won’t see you again until, what?, next summer? And if this musical is successful, you’ll have to come to Broadway to see me.”

Rue was wearing her favorite yellow summer dress, her long legs crossed at the knee, and bobbing her foot. Her sandal hung on by a single toe strap. She smiled at Brooke, but more frequently, her gaze was on Brooke’s dad.

Brooke had to admit she was slow about the ways of men and women, but it still was a stretch for her to think that her father would be found attractive to a beautiful, lithe, talented girl like Rue. Yet, that’s what appeared to be happening. As she looked back over the summer, she started to put together a lot of the occasions that Rue had been found in the kitchen, much too early to have arrived on her own, no matter what story she told. When Brooke saw that her dad was smiling, too. It wasn’t just that he was getting rid of his newly crazy daughter; he was happy that he would be alone in the house. At least some of the time.

“Rue’s got the lead in Carousel, Dad.”

“I know. I’ve got tickets. If you want to come back and see her, just let me know. We both know one of the stars, and we should be able to get you tickets.”

Brooke laughed. “Actually, I know both stars.”

Brooke dug into her eggs and bacon, sipped her coffee and orange juice, and nibbled at a piece of toast. Her father gobbled his breakfast, while Rue stayed with just coffee. He finished by wiping his lips with a paper napkin.

“I’ll load up the car for you, honey,” he said to Brooke.

“Thanks, Dad.”

When he was gone, Rue leaned over to her. She held the folded paper from Tyler in her hand. Brooke snatched at it, but Rue pulled it back.

“You may not like it, Brooke.”

“I can be the judge of my own notes. You invaded my privacy!”

“Eh, so sue me.” Rue tapped the note against her lips.

“Give it.”

Rue shrugged and handed the note to her. “You may not like it.”

Brooke read the note once, twice, then three times. It wasn’t that it was so long; it was just so unexpected.

“What is the matter with him?” she said. “Didn’t he know it was just a summer thing? I love Dennis.”

“He’s been fragile.” Rue sipped her coffee.

“He wants me to give up college, and stay here, and just be with him. He’s practically begging me to stay.”

“I can talk to him for you if you want.”

“I have to go back. I don’t have time to coddle him through his break-up, you know? Not that I have any experience in break-ups anyway.What is the matter with him? Why doesn’t he just go back with Cat?”

“I heard Cat is leaving to go try her luck in Nashville. She’s got a lot of talents. I’m sure she’ll get by.”

“So what am I? Tyler’s second choice?” Brooke was starting to cry. “No. No, no, no. I have to leave. I have my scholarship, my education. I have to see how the fish lab is doing. Dennis is waiting for me. I’m dying to see him!”

Rue stood next to Brooke, and patted her shoulder, offering her a tissue to wipe her eyes.

“You better get going, Brooke. Do you want to call him from the road?”

“No! I don’t want to call him. That is so unfair what he’s doing. I can’t just change my life for him, okay?”

Brooke dried her eyes and composed herself.

“Okay. Well, I’m off.” She gave Rue a long hug, and three kisses on alternate cheeks. “Break a leg, girl.”

Rue’s eyes were misting, too. “I’ll miss you, girl. You’ve got guts.”

“Take care of my dad, please. And don’t break his heart, okay?”

Rue shook her head. “He’s a great guy. I’m just afraid he’ll tire of me.”

They both hugged one last time.

Brooke backed out of the driveway, and noticed with pleasure that both her Dad and Rue were waving her goodbye, while their other arm was around each other.

It was two days before Brooke texted Rue that she had arrived safely at school, and asked her to tell her Dad she would call him on the weekend.

“Tyler is distraught, but he’ll survive,” Rue texted her.

“I may not.”

“???”

“When I came back, I found that Dennis had replaced me. Not just at the lab, but in his heart.”

“[Sad face.] Who is the slut?”

“Dolly. My dimpled roommate. She worked this summer as his intern.”

“Have you seen your study group?”

“Will see them next week. I can’t believe what they’ve done to me — and to you — with photoshop.”

“Ha. Ha. We had it coming.”

Brooke paused before texting the next line.

“What is it about summers that seems to change the world?”