In the Dark Chapter 1

by Oliver Winslet. A boy, two girls, a mom, and several others get together for late night adventures.

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Author's Note

This is a story meant for adult reading, only. If you are under eighteen or whatever the minimum legal age is in your jurisdiction, if you find reading stories containing graphic representations of sexual acts offending, or if reading such literature is illegal where you are, leave right now. All rights retained by the author.

I was visiting family in Central Florida a few years ago, and while there was introduced to an older gentleman who had lived in Orlando for most of his life. We visited several times while I was there, becoming friends, and upon learning I occasionally wrote erotic stories, he decided to tell me of some of his experiences while growing up in the land of the Mouse, but long before Mickey's arrival. He swears that everything is true (I changed the people's names). He said the women involved would recognize themselves and find out details that they didn't know about; things that they would probably like to know.

By the way, if you are wondering about the detailed travelogue, it makes the rest of the story easier to follow if you have this information. It gives a pretty good “image” of the places where events in the story take place. Believe me, it will pick up in a while.

Also, I didn't believe some of the things he told me were anatomically possible, but after checking with some folks I know at a leading medical college, everything he said is at least possible, although not likely. I was told you'd probably have to be a contortionist to do some of them easily. They did say that using a water hose as a birth control method would probably work quite satisfactorily, if done within a few hours of sex, but they didn't know of any studies done to prove it.

When my new friend began telling me about his adventures, he said he would only tell me about five weeks in the year 1947. I figured that would be maybe 15- or 20-thousand words, something that could be read in an hour or so, and I'd be done with it in a week or less. Well, it didn't turn out that way. He was able to bring the diaries of three women who were principals in the story, and with that kind of available detail it kind of grew, a lot.

This is what he told me:

Prologue

I guess it was the summer of the year after I finished eighth grade.

My home was near the northern city limits of Orlando in an area called College Park. It was first occupied after World War I and was composed mostly of modest, single family homes. The house we lived in was built around 1920 and had one bedroom and a sleeping porch in addition to the usual living room, dining room, kitchen, and bathroom. It was on a 50 by 175 foot lot, which my dad thought was a little too small, so he scraped together enough cash to buy the adjacent vacant lot. We had lived there since I was five years old, so I was friends with most of the kids who lived in the neighborhood who were my age. I had never gotten the common boy's syndrome that girls were icky or the enemy. I was actually best friends with two of them, Marene Nortin and Joanne Burns, who both lived around the corner, but less than a block away.

Now, the vacant lot was important to me because it let me satisfy one of my favorite activities, sleeping in a tent during the summer time. There's nothing like sleeping in a tent in a rainstorm. Speak about something that will put you to sleep in no time; the sound of rain on a tent roof will really do that.

My dad had bought me an army surplus tent that was 6 by 8 feet and was 6 feet high at the ridge pole. It was big enough for the two surplus, folding Army cots, which I had in the tent. Having two cots allowed me to have a friend spend the night with me from time-to-time. Of course that was a special treat that didn't happen all that often. Actually there was room for a third cot, if the need arose.

In those days school ended for the year the Friday before Labor Day. I set the tent up on Labor Day afternoon and started my “camping” summer that night. I stayed in the house until the Inner Sanctum ended on the radio at about eight o'clock, grabbed my sheets and a blanket, and made my way to my tent in the vacant (well, formerly vacant) lot.

Settling in for a night's sleep between the sheets and under the blanket, I dozed off; probably snoring loudly. However, sometime in the night, I awoke and looked out the door to the tent. It was a beautiful, typically warm, Orlando night, so it occurred to me that it might be fun to go for a walk in the darkness.

There was no moon that night, so it was quite dark. Add to that the fact that in those days Orlando didn't have many street lights in these far regions of the town, and it was really dark. Anyhow, I decided to wander around the area a while.

I walked to the left as I left the yard, heading toward Elizabeth Street where my street dead ended. Again, turning left, I strolled past Marene (Muh REE' nah) Nortin's house, the last one on her block, and continued toward the Dubsdread Country Club, which was bordered on one side by the road at the end of Elizabeth Street. I got on the golf course at the fourth green and wandered along the fifth fairway toward Par Avenue and the clubhouse to explore away from the clubhouse, along the first fairway of the golf course. (Note: For all you folks who live in Orlando, it was Par Avenue in 1947. Some yahoo city councilman got the idea in the mid 1960s that all streets running north and south should be avenues and those running east and west should be streets and sold the idea to the mayor and the council. Who cares. The streets looked just the same as before, but the city had to buy a lot of new street signs)

One place I wanted to visit was the so-called Big Tee. Since the land was so flat, the course designer thought it would be a good idea to have at least one elevated tee, so he included a pile of dirt that had a truncated cone shape and was about 20 feet higher than any of the rest of the course. Leaving the first fairway, I crossed to the Big Tee and climbed to the top. The view was really great and I enjoyed what little I could see. The only illumination, other than the stars were the red lights on the WDBO radio tower that was adjacent to the course and not far from the Big Tee.

Figuring I had been gone long enough, I started back. I was about a mile and a half from home, so it didn't take too long to get back to my tent and my bed. I was back asleep in no time.

The next night, I got to the tent at about the same time as the evening before, and again slept for a few hours before waking up. This time, however, I turned right on Elizabeth Street. Joanne Burns lived three houses from the intersection with my street on the same side as Marene's house. About four blocks down the street were a couple of concrete tennis courts and then the playground of Princeton Elementary School. There was a streetlight hanging from a cable in the center of the intersection by the tennis courts and another in front of the school. Crossing Princeton Avenue in front of the school led to Lake Ivanhoe after another couple of blocks. The lake is divided by a causeway with a road on it, and as a result the lake is divided into Little Lake Ivanhoe and Big Lake Ivanhoe. For what it's worth, President Roosevelt, himself, cut the ribbon opening the causeway somewhere around 1935.

Roadways run around the lake, being too close to build homes on most sides, so houses are usually across the street from the lake(s). Interestingly, except for the causeway, the streets were paved with bricks. The only streetlights in the area were the dozen or so lamps along the causeway. The places where the houses are across the street have a park along the lakeside. It's a beautiful part of Orlando.

I was once again about a mile and a half from home, so I turned around and went back to my tent and my bed.

Chapter 1

My adventures continued every night for the next few nights. Being fourteen years old also means I had discovered that rubbing certain parts of the body can bring a great deal of pleasure, so one of those nights I pulled out my teenage pecker and rubbed it while conducting my nightly travels. Being particularly able to quickly regenerate my ability to orgasm, I shot off all over the place, but stayed with just the same two routes as the first two nights. The greens, the tees, the fairways, the streets, the tennis courts, the school playground, and around the lake all received my jism on one night or another; sometimes, several times.

One night I decided that it would add to the fun of my walks if I just left my clothes in my tent. So, I tried it. I left everything in the tent, even my shoes. I was totally bare-assed as I traveled my nightly routes. The added thrill from the risk of being caught wandering around naked added immeasurably to the gratification I got from jacking off while I was on my nightly sojourns. It was incredibly arousing.

The middle of June came around with a full moon, and I must have slept longer than usual before heading out. I was walking along the fourth fairway coming back home when I noticed the eastern sky was beginning to brighten, a lot. As a result, I put myself into a higher gear, not wanting to be caught out in daylight. It was probably about five o'clock or maybe fifteen minutes later when I rounded the corner to my street. Fortunately, I beat the kids doing morning paper routes and the milk men making early morning deliveries. I breathed a real sigh of relief when I crawled back into my bed. I didn't even put my PJ's back on, just staying naked.

A little later in the morning, about nine o'clock, I had a visitor in my tent. Fortunately, I was still covered by the sheet and blanket, and still sound asleep. It was Marene Nortin. I know all of you think Marene is Hispanic because of her name. Well, she could be if being tall for her 14 years, having longish blond hair, blue eyes, and a very nice, slender, nubile build is common to Hispanic women. Her mother, who had her at an early age is enough like her to be an older sister. Her mom is truly a classic MILF.

Marene had come into the tent, settled onto the empty cot, leaned over and poked me in the ribs with a finger. I think I moaned. She poked me again. This time I grumbled, "Go away . . . " She did it again, and I grumbled louder, "Go away!!" She poked me again, and this time said, "I saw you this morning," before I had a chance to complain. "Yeah," she said, "and you were NEKKID!!" That got my attention, and I sat up and said, "What!" She responded with, "Yep, you were nekkid as the day you were born."

Of course my mind went into overdrive. I was thinking, 'what if she tattles? What kind of trouble will I be in? What can I do to stop her from telling everyone?' I said to her, in a bit of a panic,"So what are you gonna do about it? Are you going to be a tattle tale? What can I do to keep you from telling?"

I was sitting up on the cot with the covers across my lap, barely concealing my prick, which had for some reason become hard as stone and was pushing up the covers, making a really nice little tent. Marene quickly reached over and jerked the covers off of me onto the ground. My dick sprang free and Marene giggled and said, "Cute!" I tried to reach the covers to pull them back up, at least over my crotch, but she put her feet on them and told me to, "Forget getting covered up for a while." We talked a while. She wasn't letting me off the hook easily. She asked me why I was running around naked, and I explained how great it felt.

Finally I said, "You need to come with me one time to find out how great it is." She shut up for a minute. My suggestion apparently got her attention. An interesting look came across her face, and she finally said, "You know, I might just do it." I said, "If you do, you'll have to be nekkid, too." She thought a little bit longer and finally said, "When?" I replied, "How about tonight?" She answered with, "What time?" "Abut midnight would be good." "Where?" "You come here, dressed, and we'll leave your clothes here in the tent with mine, and then head out for an adventure." She gave me a hesitant, "OK" and reached over and handed me my shorts. 'Phew!' I said to myself. 'I'm glad I'm pretty persuasive.' You can't imagine the relief I felt about not being tattled on.

I pulled on my pants and a t-shirt and led Marene into the house, hoping my mother would fix me some breakfast and that Marene would keep quiet about the naked stuff. She said "Sure, I'll feed you, and Marene, too, if she's hungry. Marene, would you like a plate of eggs, bacon, and grits with some toast and milk?" Marene knew my mom cooked a really great breakfast, so she said, "Would I. Yes! Please!" Indeed, the breakfast was good.

After breakfast, Marene and I spent a few minutes in my bedroom (actually a sleeping porch) quietly talking about the details of the forthcoming night's activities. I learned that Marene was almost always the first person at her house to get up each morning. She had an early bedtime, so by about four a.m. She was wide awake. That in fact was what let her catch me this morning. Her parents were used to her wandering around the house at night, since she often gets up in the night and snoops around. She called the night time, her friend.

I knew that she was taking lessons in dance that included being able to get into some pretty exotic positions. Her mother had been a circus performer as a child, being raised in a circus family and performed contortionist circus acts. When she married Marene's dad, she quit the circus, but kept up practicing her act and after Marene was born, she decided that her daughter should develop her flexibility and learn the same skills she had. I had never seen her mom perform, but Marene demonstrated her abilities at an assembly when we were in sixth grade.

She was amazing. Her spine was flexible enough, and she had the muscle structure to bend over backwards and put her head and arms between her legs and walk around like a strange looking, two-legged crab. She also was able to rotate her upper body while bending over backwards and twist so that her legs were facing one way, and her head, shoulders, and arms were turned the other way. Another way to describe it is that her legs and hips were upside down, but her face, shoulders, chest and arms were facing the audience and right side up.

She could put her feet on the floor facing one way while her hands were on the floor facing the other way. With her flexibility, I'll bet she could lick her own pussy without any difficulty at all. The act was set to music, and everyone was really excited about how good it was.

She explained that she often got up and practiced in the middle of the night. She said she wasn't particularly loud, but she would occasionally grunt when doing something that was hard. This of course was why it was no surprise to her parents when she got up in the night and moved about a bit.

Once our conversation in my bedroom wound down, we decided to go over go Joanne Burns' house and see if she could play with us for a while. We all hung out with each other a lot of the time, so no one was surprised at our decision to go over to Joanne's.

Marene agreed with me that we should not tell Joanne about our plans for the night, but we should just act normally. We also figured we could feast a bit on the fruit of the mulberry tree in her front yard. Joanne was able to join us, so we climbed the tree, gossiped, teased, and generally had a nice time together. Joanne's mom also fed us lunch, so Marene and I didn't bother our moms with the need to feed us. About mid-afternoon, Marene and I decided we had better head home to begin getting cleaned up for supper. We were both pretty much covered in purple mulberry juice, which doesn't wash off easily, and we knew that our mothers would expect us to be juice free when we sat down to supper.

Walking toward Merene's home, we solidified our plans for our night time activities. We both felt we could make it happen with no screw ups. We were to meet in my tent at midnight to begin our adventure. Since it was a Wednesday, we felt that there would be little risk of being caught. Of course there was some risk, which made the whole thing really exciting.