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   Cassadee's Coming of Age part 4

   Saturday

   Cassadee woke groggily and squinted at the clock on her nightstand
through bleary eyes.  It read 11:38am, Saturday.  Why had she slept so
late? She never slept this late.  And why hadn't her mother woken her up?
Suddenly, the memories of last night flooded her brain.  Her Coming of Age
party.  Her mentor ceremony.  Public nudity.  Public masturbation.  And
lots of sex.

   She reached down and touched her pussy, realizing how tender she was. 
She wouldn't be masturbating this morning, that was for sure.  She wondered
why she was naked, then she remembered taking off her night clothes before
she went to sleep.  Her parents had already seen her naked anyway, not to
mention the fact that they watched her pleasure herself.  Greg, her
brother, still had not, because he hadn't bothered to show up last night.
That reminded her that she needed to have a talk with him to let him know
just how much his thoughtless actions had hurt her.

   Absently, she wondered if anyone would care if she walked out of her
bedroom without any clothes on.  Probably not.  It might be worth it to see
the look of shock on Greg's face.  The thought brought a mischievous smile
to her lips.  Deciding to take it one baby step at a time, she grabbed her
thong off the floor and pulled it on.  Then she slipped into her tank top
and exited her bedroom.

   For some reason she was on edge, extremely aware of how little her
panties covered.  She had never had any problem walking around the house in
her underwear before.  Why now?

   Cassadee walked downstairs and headed for the kitchen.  No one was
there. She stepped into the living room and found her mom sitting on the
couch, watching television.

   "Hey, gorgeous!  You're finally awake," her mom said with a huge smile.
She patted the cushion next to her and Cassadee sat and cuddled up under
her arm, leaning into her with her knees pulled up to her chest.

   "Morning," she said with a yawn.

   "How are you feeling?"

   "Sore," Cassadee responded truthfully, looking up at her mom.

   Her mom smiled, knowing exactly what she was feeling.  "Give it a day or
so.  You won't be sore for too long.  Vaginas are very resilient."

   Cassadee's eyes grew large at her mother's frank use of the word
'vagina'.  Since yesterday, when her mother caught her masturbating in the
shower, and seemed perfectly willing to talk about it, Cassadee had begun
to see her in a different light.  Her mother was more than just 'mom'.  She
was a woman with sexual experiences of her own and was much more open about
the subject than Cassadee ever would have thought.

   As Cassadee absently watched an old episode of the Gilmore Girls with
her mom, her dad walked in and sat in the recliner.  "Hey, sweetie!  You
finally decided to join us, huh?"

   She smiled at him and tucked her feet up under her butt, shielding it
from his view.

   Why had she just done that?  She had never felt self-conscious about
being in her underwear in front of her parents before.  Granted, this was
the first time she was wearing underwear this skimpy around the house.  But
why now?  Her dad had seen her completely nude last night.  Shouldn't that
have the opposite effect, making her more comfortable with her lack of
clothing?  Was she concerned that her dad now saw her as a sexual being,
rather than just as his little girl?

   Making a conscious decision to be less inhibited, she untucked her feet.
Since she was leaning on her mom's shoulder, and away from her dad, it
exposed her bottom to him.  She imagined he could see the gusset of her
thong, which clung tightly against her vulva, most likely giving her a
serious camel toe, and the string in the back that was deeply nestled
between her cheeks, barely covering her butthole.  Out of the corner of her
eye, she saw him take a long, lingering look at her ass.  When she glanced
in his direction, his eyes moved back to the television.  This was too
much. It was giving her anxiety.

   "Can I talk to you guys?" she asked, standing up in the middle of the
room.

   "What's up, honey?" her dad asked as her mother turned down the volume.
Kathleen had an enigmatic smile on her face.  Did she have some idea of
what Cassadee was about to say?

   "Umm...I wanted to talk about last night."

   Her mom nodded, signaling that she should continue.

   "Well...it was...a lot."

   "I can imagine," her dad said.  When she said nothing more, he asked,
"Is everything OK?"

   "Yes, I'm fine...I think," she said, not quite sure how she felt.  "OK,
I'm just going to be blunt.  You guys saw me completely naked.  Heck, so
did a few hundred other people.  And now I'm feeling self-conscious
standing here in my panties.  Why is that?"

   "You don't have to feel that way, sweetie," her mom said.  "You should
be totally confident with your body.  Especially after last night. 
Everyone loves you.  Everyone thinks you are beautiful, with or without
clothes on...including us."

   "I was thinking about that," Cassadee responded.  "You went through
exactly what I did last night.  So, why did you go right back to wearing
clothes all the time?  I mean, I've never seen you naked.  Am I supposed to
feel like I should cover up, now that my Coming of Age is over?"

   Her parents smiled and looked at each other.  "I'm going to let you take
this one, Kathleen," her dad said.

   "Gee, thanks a lot," she answered playfully.  Giving Cassadee a look of
understanding, she said, "Things haven't always been as they are now, Cass.
Your dad and I were much more open with our bodies before we had kids. 
After you guys came along, I guess we just came to a mutual unspoken
decision that we would wear clothing around the house.  We weren't exactly
nudists anyway, so it wasn't a difficult decision to make.  But we used to
walk around the house naked a lot when we were younger."

   Cassadee tried to picture her parents sitting here naked.  The whole
idea was foreign to her.  She couldn't really imagine it -"yet, she had
been imagining herself doing it ever since she woke up.

   "Okaaay," she said, drawing it out as if searching for her next thought.
"So, if I should be confident about my body, then why can't I walk around
here naked?"

   "No one said you couldn't," Kathleen replied.  Her dad shrugged his
shoulders.

   Cassadee thought her jaw would hit the floor.  They didn't care if she
didn't wear any clothes around the house?  Were they serious?  "So, I could
just take off my panties and tank top and it would be perfectly fine?"

   "Yeah," they both said in unison.

   Cassadee felt as if she were back on stage at the strip club, with a
spotlight blazing down on her.  This was it, then.  It was time to put her
money where her mouth was.  It was almost as if they were daring her to do
it.  Then, I'll do it!  she thought to herself.  About ten seconds went by.
Why am I not doing it?

   "What about Greg?" she asked.  Greg hadn't been at her party last night.
He had never seen her naked.  At least, not since they were little kids.

   "What about Greg?" her mother replied.  "He's an adult.  If he doesn't
want to see you without clothes, then he can look away.  Why should it
bother you?" By her mom's tone of voice, it was obvious that she was pissed
at Greg for not showing up last night.

   For some reason, that made her feel better.  She looked around the
living room.  Cassadee pictured herself sitting on the couch with no
clothes or walking around the room nude, with no one caring at all, and it
suddenly gave her a shot of courage.

   Reaching to her midriff, she grabbed the hem of her shirt.  In one fluid
motion, she pulled it over her head and tossed it on the couch.  She was
now topless.  Looking down, she saw her pink, puffy areolae and tiny
nipples, which were growing erect in front of her parents.  They glanced
down at her bare breasts and then back up to her eyes, smiling.

   Cassadee slipped her thumbs under the elastic of her panties, and after
a moment's hesitation, pushed them down over her hips and let them fall to
the floor, exposing her smooth, pink outer labia, topped with a light blond
landing strip.  She watched as they both looked at her naked pussy.  Her
dad's gaze had been just a fraction of a second longer.  The world had not
ended, and her parents seemed completely unfazed.

   "Feel any different?" her mother asked.

   "I feel..." Cassadee thought for a moment.  "...naked."

   This was a different feeling than she had had at the strip club.  There,
it was expected that she would take her clothes off, even in front of her
parents.  But this was her house.  It felt weirdly normal to be naked here,
but not in front of her mom and dad.

   "It feels sort of good -"thrilling -"not to have clothes on...yet, kind
of taboo, especially in front of you guys.  Is that weird?"

   "It's not weird," her dad replied.  "You haven't been raised to be
naked, so it's a new thing.  It's kind of breaking a social norm.  But
being naked should feel good.  It is our natural state.  Maybe we will
decide to join you one of these days."

   Kathleen looked at Roger sideways with a wry smile and then back at
Cassadee.  "Maybe," she offered, not giving away too much of what she
thought about the subject.

   "What about you, dad?" Cassadee asked, swallowing a lump in her throat.
"I saw you kind of take a long look at my butt when I was leaning against
mom.  And then you stared a little longer when I took my panties off.  Has
all of this changed how you see me?  I'm worried that our relationship
won't be the same."

   Roger smiled and looked down for a moment before meeting her eyes.  "I
didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, sweetie.  You will always be my
little girl, no matter how old you get.  Nothing will ever change that. 
But you have grown into a beautiful young lady, and as such, seeing you
naked attracts my eyes.  Your being naked is new to me too.  But a
beautiful girl is a beautiful girl.  Breasts, butt and vagina are things I
like to look at.  I don't ever want to make you uncomfortable, but I have
to be honest -"if you are going to be naked around the house, I'm probably
going to look from time to time.  Is that OK with you?

   Cassadee thought for a moment.  How could she be naked and expect people
not to look?  It was kind of unrealistic.  And he was her dad.  It's not as
if he were a weirdo, or someone she felt unsafe around.  Maybe it was
strange, but it was kind of flattering that he couldn't help looking at
her. It was validation that he found her attractive.  She nodded and
smiled, letting him know she was OK with him looking at her.

   "So, this is OK now, right?  It wouldn't matter if I did this every day?
All the time?  Even sitting at the dinner table?" Cassadee was testing
them, trying to see if they would put any limits on her.

   "You are an adult now, Cass.  If this is how you want to walk around the
house, then that is your choice," her dad said.

   "What if you have friends over or a meeting with someone from work or
something?"

   "It's still fine, sweetheart.  If it's your decision to be like this all
the time, or even only some of the time, then we will make sure to warn
anyone we bring into the house.  This is your house as much as it is ours,"
her mother responded.

   Cassadee felt a weight lift off her chest.  She looked down at herself
again.  She was completely nude, and it was perfectly acceptable for her to
remain so, if she desired.  "OK.  In that case, I think I will stay this
way for the day."

   "Wonderful," her mom replied.  "Mind if I turn the volume back up on the
show?"

   Cassadee laughed at just how nonchalant they were being about this.  It
was perfect.  She had never even thought about walking around the house
without clothes until today, and here she was doing it.  It was going to be
a great day.

   She excused herself, picked up her clothing, and walked out of the
living room.  She ascended the stairs and headed down the hallway to her
bedroom, nude the entire way.  Nothing bad happened.  As a matter of fact,
it was exhilarating.

   Deciding to get a shower, she grabbed the towel, which she had used last
night, off the hook in her bedroom.  But instead of wrapping it around
herself, which was her habit, she carried it in her hand and walked to the
bathroom naked.  After a hot, steamy shower, Cassadee dried her hair and
body, then tossed the towel in the hamper, rather than using it to cover
herself.  She opened the door and strode confidently out of the bathroom.
Just as she was about to enter her room, she heard a door open behind her.
She turned to see Greg, her brother, who was frozen in place.  His eyes
were as wide as saucers, staring at her naked ass, looking like a deer
caught in the headlights.  Cassadee froze as well.  This was the first time
Greg was seeing her naked.  Should she dart into her room?  Should she
cover her ass with her hands?  Should she wait to see how he reacted?

   Why should this be an issue?  If he had been at her party last night,
like he should have been, then he would already have seen her without her
clothes on.  It wasn't her fault.  And she was walking on air right now,
enjoying her newfound freedom to be naked in the house whenever she wanted.
Why should she let Greg's attitude ruin this for her?

   Deciding to end the impasse, Cassadee turned to face Greg, watching his
eyes travel up and down her body.  Her chest heaved as she stood there,
nervously allowing her brother to visually feast on her naked private
parts. Finally, the spell broke and Greg looked her in the eyes.  His
expression changed to one of annoyance, and he walked briskly past her and
down the stairs.

   What the fuck?  Why was he acting like that?  They used to be so close,
but over the six months he had grown cold and distant...even surly. 
Cassadee wanted her loving, caring brother back.  She didn't know how, but
she was going to get to the bottom of this.  She couldn't live with him
like this anymore.  With tears in her eyes, she locked herself in her
bedroom.

   *****

   An hour later, after a good cry, Cassadee walked out of her bedroom in a
teal bikini and dark sunglasses, carrying a beach towel, a book, and her
cellphone.  She stopped in the kitchen and made a sandwich, poured a glass
of iced tea, and took everything through the sliding glass patio door to
the sundeck in the back yard.  It was a hot day and when she tested the
pool water, it was warm on her toes.  She jumped in, swam for a couple
minutes, then climbed out and sprayed tanning oil all over her body. 
Spreading the beach towel out on the deckchair, Cassadee reclined and
opened her book, eating her sandwich as she read.

   After about ten minutes, her mother peeked her head out the sliding door
and said, "Cass, your dad and I are going shopping.  We should be back in a
couple hours.  So, the house is yours, OK?  Make sure you lock up if you go
anywhere."

   "OK, mom," she replied over her shoulder.  "Where's Greg?"

   "He left.  He didn't say where he was going or how long he would be
gone."

   "OK, thanks.  Love you."

   "Love you, sweetie," her mom replied, then slid the patio door shut.

   After twenty minutes or so, Cassadee set her book down.  Her sandwich
and tea were gone.  She surveyed the back yard.  They had an in-ground
pool, at which she spent most of her time during the summer, and a large,
grassy yard behind that with a few trees here and there.  Surrounding the
property was a six-foot tall wooden privacy fence.  They had neighbors on
both sides, and directly behind their house, as well as houses on each side
of that one.  All five of those houses had second floors, just like theirs,
which enabled a direct line of sight into the back yard.  The privacy fence
only obscured the ground floor from view.  From behind her sunglasses, she
scrutinized the windows of each of the five houses but didn't see any sign
of movement.

   Did her freedom to be naked extend to the back yard?  She couldn't see
why not.  It was still their property.  And someone would literally have to
be spying on her from the second floor of their house to see anything. 
Plus, she had always heard a rumor that public nudity was legal here, even
if no one took advantage of it.  So, if that were true, she wouldn't even
be breaking any laws.  If anyone complained about her being naked in her
own back yard, it was their problem.

   Cassadee lay in the deckchair for ten minutes contemplating the pros and
cons of taking her bikini off.  Finally, after deciding that there really
weren't any serious cons, she stood up.  She took one last look around and
then reached behind and untied her bikini top.  Holding it against her
chest for a moment, she skittishly checked again and, seeing no one, let it
drop to the concrete patio, releasing a nervous breath.

   Just like this morning when she stripped in the living room, nothing bad
happened.  She quickly untied the side strings of her bottoms and pulled
them from between her legs, tossing them to the deck.  It was shocking to
be outside with no clothes on, even if it was in her semi-private back
yard, and her nerves were tingling with excitement and fear.  She quickly
sprayed tanning oil on her previously hidden parts, taking her place on the
deckchair.

   Wow.  Her heart was beating fast, but it was exhilarating.  She ran her
hands over her skin, which was slick with oil.  Her areolae looked extra
pink and puffy.  She rubbed across her belly and hips to her toned legs. 
It was odd seeing that much skin in the sun, unbroken by strips of fabric.
Her closely cropped landing strip of pubic hair was just as blond as the
hair on her head.  She touched her vulva, which was shaved baby-smooth, and
pebbled with drops of oil.

   Cassadee quickly took her hands away from her pussy.  If anyone was
watching her from a window, she didn't want them to think she was
masturbating.  That definitely wasn't legal in public.  Although, she
wasn't sure about the privacy laws and how they would be interpreted to
protect someone on their own property.

   She smiled to herself, feeling, in this moment, like such a grownup. 
Whether, or not, she wore clothes in the house was entirely up to her.  And
she had made the adult decision that her freedom to be nude should also
extend to her semi-private back yard.  Until someone told her she couldn't,
for some legal reason, she would continue to do as she pleased with her
body.

   Cassadee picked up her book and tried to continue reading, but she just
couldn't concentrate.  She kept glancing up at the upper windows of the
other houses.  And she really wanted to touch herself.  She was squirming
around in the deckchair, squeezing her legs together.  Her hands kept
nervously touching her thighs and stomach.  After a quick glance at the
surrounding houses, she ran her finger between her lower lips.  It was
slippery with a mixture of tanning oil and her natural lubricant.  Thinking
about masturbation had that effect.  She brought her finger to her nose,
smelling her the scent of her vagina, and sucked it clean.  She loved her
own taste.

   Cassadee covered her pussy with her hand and surreptitiously stuck her
middle finger inside herself.  She moaned quietly, moving her finger
around, in and out.  Her other hand moved to her breast and her fingers
found a stiff nipple to squeeze.  She kept glancing at the houses in
rotation, keeping an eye out for any sign of movement in the upper windows.
Her finger withdrew from her pussy and began massaging her clit, trying to
keep the visible movement to a minimum.  Lying there as motionless as
possible, Cassadee glanced around once again, even looking back at her own
house.  Seeing no one, she concentrated all her efforts on getting herself
off quickly.

   Cassadee's hand was well-trained in self-abuse, and she worked speedily
toward her orgasm through muscle memory.  Her eyes closed, her head cocked
to the right, and her legs stiffened as she got in the zone.  She forgot to
check her surroundings as she lost all pretense of covert activity.  Her
legs opened of their own accord and her sex was splayed for whoever might
be watching.  She tweaked her nipples and alternated between penetrating
herself with her fingers and rubbing her clit.

   The pressure inside her womb was reaching the point of no return.  In
one final moment of clarity, she quickly scoped out the upstairs windows in
all the houses.  Seeing no signs of life, she closed her eyes and gave in
to the orgasm.  It ripped through her body, a loud moan tearing from her
throat, as she shook and bucked in the deckchair.  Her fingers, jammed
deeply inside, felt the strong contractions of her vaginal muscles as they
squeezed and released with each wave of orgasmic bliss.

   As the euphoria dissipated and Cassadee regained her self-awareness, she
realized that her legs were spread obscenely far apart, and her fingers
were still penetrating her pussy to the last knuckles.  She glanced around,
her face flushed in embarrassment and post-orgasmic heat.  No one was
watching.  Nothing was happening.  She withdrew her fingers from her most
private place and cleaned them off with her tongue, closing her legs.  Then
she listened.  All was quiet except for the sounds of nature -"birds
chirping and the breeze blowing through the trees.  She looked over her
shoulder at her own house and noticed the curtain move in the last window
on the top floor.  Greg's room.

   Oh shit!  Had Greg come back home without her hearing anything? 
Cassadee looked around at the other houses again.  Nothing.  She looked
back up to Greg's window.  Nothing.  Had she imagined it?  Cassadee stood,
grabbing her stuff and picking up the towel off the deckchair.  She walked
inside and listened, placing her things on the dining room table.  Then she
crept to the front window and looked in the driveway.  Greg's car was
there. Fuck!

   Wait a minute.  Why was she panicking?  If Greg had been at her party,
he would already have watched her masturbate.  So why was the thought of
him seeing it now so scary?  Was it because she didn't know he was
watching, and it felt like an invasion of privacy?  Was he watching?  She
had to find out.

   Cassadee crept up the stairs and down the hallway to the end.  Greg's
door was shut.  Holding the towel in front of her, she knocked lightly. 
There was no answer.  She knocked again, louder this time.  "Yeah?" she
heard him say from inside the room.

   "Greg...can I come in?" she asked.

   "I guess," he said.

   Cassadee opened the door to find Greg lying on his stomach on his bed,
scrolling through his phone.

   "What do you want?" he asked without looking at her.

   Cassadee swallowed nervously.  It was an odd position for him to be in.
She had never seen him hanging out in bed on his stomach.  It was a girl's
position.  Was he hiding something?  Did he have an...

   "Were you watching me?  Outside?" she asked him, trying not to sound
defensive.

   "What are you talking about?" He still hadn't looked at her.

   "Will you look at me?"

   Greg looked into her eyes.  "Why are you naked?"

   "Because I want to be.  Last night was huge for me.  In more ways than
one.  Why weren't you there?"

   "No guy wants to see his sister naked and showing her pussy to everyone
he knows."

   "So, you are embarrassed of me?" she asked.

   "Not embarrassed.  I just didn't feel it was right for me to see you
like that."

   "But you felt it was OK to spy on me out the window?"

   "I wasn't doing that," he said defensively and looked back at his phone.

   "I saw the curtain move, Greg!  I'm not stupid!  You were watching me
masturbate!"

   "Why were you masturbating in the back yard?" he asked with sarcasm in
his voice.

   "So, you at least admit you were watching?"

   "I saw you.  I wasn't watching.  There's a difference."

   "Is that why you are lying on your stomach?  Because you are a huge perv
and you have a boner?" Cassadee was getting very angry and defensive,
although she wasn't sure why.

   "Fuck off.  Leave me alone." Greg said, giving her the finger.

   "Thanks for being such a dickhead," Cassadee spat.  "And thanks for all
your support yesterday...big brother!" She slammed his door and stomped to
her room, then slammed her own door.  Fuck!  What was his problem?

   Cassadee pouted in her room and didn't come out until dinner time.

   *****

   At 6pm, Cassadee's mom knocked on her door.  "Honey, dinner's ready."

   "I'll be right out," she answered from behind the closed door.

   Cassadee lay on her bed in sweats and a tank top.  After fighting with
her brother, it had made her second-guess her decision to be nude in the
house.  She scrolled through her phone for another minute, then walked
downstairs and into the dining room to see a lasagna dinner prepared.  It
was her favorite meal.  Her parents and Greg were already seated.  She
pulled out her chair and joined them.  Greg, she noticed, wouldn't really
look at her.  After an awkward dinner, Cassadee spent the rest of the
evening in her room, watching television until she fell asleep.

   *****

   Sunday

   On Sunday morning Cassadee woke up refreshed, with a renewed desire to
explore her newfound love of nudity.  She walked to the bathroom, took a
shower, and walked back to her bedroom -"all without wearing any clothes.
It was almost disappointing that she hadn't run into anybody.  Having left
her bedroom door open in order to maximize the chance that she would be
seen, Cassadee was drying her hair when she heard a knock on the jamb. 
"Cass, can I come in?" her mother asked.

   "Sure," she replied with the towel over her head.

   Kathleen briefly took notice of her daughter's state of undress, then
said, "Hey, honey, do you remember Mr.  O'Shea from across the street?"

   "Yeah..." she replied, looking up with wide eyes, assuming her mom had
bad news.

   "There's nothing wrong.  I didn't mean to scare you.  I just wanted to
let you know that he asked if you could come over."

   Cassadee gave her mom a look of impatience and rolled her eyes.  Charlie
O'Shea was a Viet Nam War veteran who had lived in the house across the
street for probably forty years or more.  When she was younger, Cassadee
would do little odd jobs for him and his wife and they would pay her a few
dollars.  But with classes and extracurricular activities, it had been a
few years since she had had the time for any of that.

   "What does he need?" she asked.

   "I'm not sure.  He just asked for you, so I told him I would talk to
you. It would be nice if you went over to see what he wants before you head
out anywhere."

   "OK," she replied, huffing out a breath of air.  As any teenager did,
she knew how to make it obvious that she was annoyed.

   "Thanks, sweetie." Her mom kissed her on the cheek and walked out.

   Cassadee had planned to spend another day just being lazy around the
house, but now she would have to put on clothes and walk across the street.
Greg wasn't speaking to her, and now she couldn't even chill this morning.
So much for a relaxing weekend.

   *****

   "Hi, Mr.  O'Shea." Cassadee approached the open garage door, wearing a
black sports bra, black yoga pants, and white running shoes.  It was warm
out, and she intended on going for a run after finding out whatever it was
that her neighbor wanted from her.  If she had to put clothes on, she
figured, she may as well get her run in.

   Charlie O'Shea glanced up from his worktable in his garage and watched
as Cassadee Ellison walked into his garage.  "Well, hello there,
Cassie-girl!" He was mostly bald, with a fringe of white hair around his
head.  He had a closely cropped white beard, and he was dressed in a plaid
shirt, overalls, and work boots.

   He had called her Cassie-girl for as long as she could remember.  "You
wanted to see me?"

   "Yes, yes, come on in.  Take a seat.  Would you like a cup of cider?" He
walked over to a mini fridge in the corner and grabbed a clean mug off the
shelf.

   Cassadee gratefully accepted the drink and sat down in a handmade
varnished oak chair that he had built from scratch.  The garage was
extremely clean and smelled of sawdust and lacquer.

   "I know it's been a couple years since we really talked, you being a
busy young lady and all, but I just wanted you to know that you can talk to
me anytime you want, about anything at all.  I'm always here for you."

   "Oh...OK...thank you..." Cassadee wasn't sure where this was coming
from, but his kind eyes and warm smile put her at ease.  She'd never really
noticed that about him before.  He was like a cuddly old grandfather.

   "That was one heck of a shindig your parents threw for you the other
night.  Quite a show.  Margaret and I enjoyed getting out of the house.  We
don't do that a whole lot anymore."

   Cassadee almost spat out the mouthful of cider she had just taken. 
"You-you were there?" she asked nervously.

   "Oh, yeah.  I don't go to too many of them anymore, but with you being
our neighbor and all, it seemed like the proper thing to do."

   Cassadee felt like she was under a microscope.  This genteel man and his
little old wife had seen her completely naked -"and since he mentioned a
"show", he probably saw her masturbate as well.  She hadn't noticed them
there.  But then again, there were probably over three hundred people there
that night.

   "And, of course, I was very honored when your mom asked me to be one of
your mentors, too.  At my age, I'm sure you will be my last girl.  I just
wanted to let you know that I'm here for you.  Stop on by if you need some
advice, or a shoulder to cry on, or if you just want to shoot the breeze.
You know where I live." He smiled and patted her knee in a grandfatherly
gesture.

   Mortification wasn't a strong enough word to describe what Cassadee was
feeling right at that moment.  She thought her stomach might empty itself
all over the floor.  Did old Mr.  O'Shea just say that he was her mentor?
Did this man have sex with her less than two nights ago?  She couldn't wrap
her head around it.

   "Y-you're my m-mentor?" she asked, her face deathly pale and her vision
swimming.

   Mr.  O'Shea studied her curiously and said, "Wait...you didn't know? 
Oh, of course you didn't know!  I'm so old and out of practice with this
sort of thing.  I'm sorry, Cassie-girl!  I just sprung it on you all
sudden-like.  Yes, honey, your mom asked me a couple weeks ago, and after
talking it over with Margaret, we decided that we would be honored.  If it
helps your memory any, I think I was your third mentor that night."

   Cassadee thought back to Friday night.  Her third...

   She had almost drifted off to sleep by the time she felt the third man's
hands on her thighs.  These hands felt rough, just like the first man's
hands had.  But they were also tentative.  When she felt him push against
her, she could tell he was trying to enter her, but he didn't seem as hard
as the previous men.  This penis was definitely more flaccid.  She felt him
pull away and wondered whether he would be able to do what he needed to do.

   She was shocked when she suddenly felt whiskers scratch her vulva as a
tongue licked her from bottom to top.  She jumped as his tongue flicked
across her clit, which by now, was terribly sensitive.  A moan escaped her
lips as he masterfully massaged her pussy with his mouth, using his tongue
in wonderful ways.

   Then she felt him move away and an erect penis pushed inside her.  Her
wet vagina accepted it easily.  Cassadee moaned again as he began to pump
in and out in short strokes, building up a nice rhythm.  It didn't take
long before she felt him pressed against her, trembling from his orgasm. 
He stood in place as he grew soft inside of her, then patted her leg softly
as he left.  What a curious gesture.  Almost like a kind old uncle or
something.  Again, she felt the familiar discharge of semen, but this time
it didn't seem like there was as much as there had been with the previous
men.

   Of course!  The clues had been there the whole time.  His rough hands
from woodworking.  His scratchy beard on her pussy when he went down on
her. His genteel manner.  She had thought her third mentor might have been
an older man.  But she hadn't thought he would be this old -"or this
particular man.

   "Are you OK, honey?  Can I get you anything?" he asked.

   "No!  No.  I'm fine.  I just wasn't expecting..." Cassadee shook her
head in disbelief.  "I'm OK."

   "I'm sure I'm not what a young girl like yourself hopes for in a mentor.
But, like I said, I'm a good listener.  And I'm not totally useless yet."

   "Oh, I don't want you to think it's like that!" she said apologetically.
"I just...  You are the first mentor to reveal himself to me.  I didn't
think I would find out this soon.  I guess I just wasn't prepared," she
said, suddenly sweating.  "Did...do you want to...umm..." Cassadee couldn't
quite get the words out.

   It took a second for Charlie to catch on.  "Oh!  No.  Take your time. 
We don't need to do anything right now.  eI'm an old man.  I don't do that
as much anymore anyway.  If you don't mind me being honest, I much prefer
to use my tongue to my pecker." He grinned and chuckled, amused with
himself.

   Cassadee forced a laugh as her insides twisted.  His tongue.  When she
thought back to Friday night, though, his tongue had felt really nice...

   "Well, I'll let you get on with your business.  I just wanted to have a
little talk with you.  You feel free to stop over anytime.  We are always
here."

   "Yeah," she said, standing and nervously shifting from foot to foot. 
"Thanks for telling me, Mr.  O'Shea.  I'll get back to you soon." Cassadee
waved goodbye and jogged across the street to her house.

   When she entered the front door, she yelled, "Mom!!!"

   Kathleen peeked her head out from the kitchen.  "What's wrong?"

   "What's wrong!?  Mr.  O'Shea?  Really???" Cassadee was caught somewhere
between fury and nausea.

   "Let's go up to your room and talk," her mom said.  They walked upstairs
to Cassadee's room, Kathleen closing the door behind them.

   Cassadee sat on her bed, visibly shaking.  "Why him?  He's so old.  And
I haven't really even talked to him in years.  I thought my mentors were
supposed to be men who could help me through life!  How in the world is
that old man going to help me?"

   "Calm down, Cass.  I chose Mr.  O'Shea for his years of experience and
wisdom.  There have been many times your father and I have gone to him for
instruction on how to fix something, or even just to get advice.  That "old
man" has a wealth of life lessons to impart and a vast knowledge of many
different things that most people no longer have.  And you are right.  He
is old.  He won't be around forever.  So, if I were you, I would take
advantage of it while he is still with us."

   Cassadee immediately felt ashamed of how little she had thought him
capable.  "But I'm supposed to have sex with him, mom!  I don't know if I
can."

   Kathleen pulled her close.  "This is why the mentors are anonymous at
your Coming of Age.  Because prejudices come with how people look -"their
age, their attractiveness, their personality...  As you continue through
this process during the next few weeks, you will begin to discover that sex
and attraction don't necessarily have to go hand in hand.  Sex feels good.
It's pleasurable.  And it brings people closer.  Even people with whom you
could never have imagined having sex.  And look at it this way...you've
already had sex with him once.  Besides, he might not want or require it
nearly as much as some of the younger guys.  It's all between you two. 
Whatever arrangement you have with him is fine.  Even if he only wants it
once in a great while."

   Cassadee tried to put it in perspective.  If she could do all the things
she did the other night, she could have sex with an old man.  It wasn't as
if her life was going to end.  And who knows?  She might even enjoy
herself. "Which other mentors are going to cause me to melt down?" Cassadee
asked with half a smile.

   "You will find out in the next couple weeks.  It's not for me to tell
you," her mom replied, giving her a squeeze.

   Cassadee decided, since she was still dressed for it, to go for a run.
It always helped clear her mind.  She already had a lot to think about, and
only one of her mentors had been revealed.  What did the next couple weeks
have in store?

   *****

   Monday

   Cassadee spent the morning at school thinking about Mr.  O'Shea.  It was
difficult to concentrate on her first few classes.  Once the bell rang, she
left the Computer Science room and dropped her books off in her locker. 
She grabbed her duffel bag with her swimsuit and towel and headed for the
pool.

   She had chosen to take swimming as an alternate for this semester's gym
class, it being available only to seniors.  As soon as she entered the
locker room she ran into Bethany Tate.  Bethany was an exquisitely
beautiful brunette, who also had been in cheerleading with her.  At 5'8",
she was quite a bit taller than Cassadee, and had a beauty mark on her
right cheek.  Cassadee thought the girl might someday be a Sports
Illustrated swimsuit model.

   Bethany's Coming of Age party had been about three months prior, and
Cassadee had heard through the grapevine that she had stripped a handful of
times since.  She seemed extremely comfortable with her body, which was
evident as they were changing.  Bethany was fully nude but seemed in no
hurry to put her swimsuit on.

   "Your party was off the hook, Cass.  You really brought it," Bethany
said, offering her fist.

   "Thanks," Cassadee replied with a smile, bumping knuckles and causing
the other girl's large D-cup breasts to jiggle.  Cassadee pulled off her
panties and shoved her clothes in the locker.  As she was stepping into her
one-piece swimsuit, she said, "I wish I could have gone to yours."

   "Yeah, me too.  I'm going to be dancing at Defloration on Friday night,
if you want to come!"

   "Really?  That would be cool!  The only time I've ever been in there, it
was extremely stressful, and I had a lot on my mind.  It would be nice to
go and just be relaxed," she replied.

   "The first time is totally nerve-wracking.  But once you do it on your
own, it's so much fun.  And the money is great too." Bethany winked at her
as she moved her hips sexily, her breasts shifting from side to side.  The
girl's vulva was shaved totally smooth, with no inner labia visible.  It
was probably the prettiest pussy Cassadee had ever seen.  As the tall girl
turned toward her locker and stepped into her swimsuit, it stretched to
contain her round ass.  Cassadee hadn't really understood the whole
'attraction to girls' thing until now.  Bethany was a fucking bombshell.

   It was the second-to-last week of school, so there was no real
curriculum planned for the day.  It was pretty much a free swim.  Some of
the girls played a game of water polo in the deep end of the pool, while
others just swam about and socialized.  Cassadee talked to a few people
here and there, but mostly she just watched Bethany.  The way the water
washed over her curves.  The way her cleavage jiggled over the top of her
suit.  The amount of ass that was spilling out down below.  She couldn't
help staring, and Bethany caught her a couple times, much to Cassadee's
chagrin.

   After the period was over, they rinsed off in the showers and then
walked dripping to the lockers to change.  Ms.  Lawton, the P.E.  and swim
instructor, announced that she would be back to lock up the swimming area
later because she had to run out for a while, so the girls were on their
own to finish dressing and get to their next class.

   "Hey, what's your next class?" Bethany asked Cassadee in a
conspiratorial whisper.

   "Just a study hall.  What do you have?"

   "English.  Fuck it.  It's almost the end of school.  We aren't testing
today or anything.  Hey, take your time changing.  Let the rest of the
girls leave, OK?"

   "OK," Cassadee said.  She wondered nervously what her friend had in
mind.

   By the time everyone had left, the girls were in their panties and bras.
Bethany quickly took her undergarments back off and threw them in her
locker.  "Meet me back in the showers," she whispered.

   Cassadee swallowed loudly, then looked around nervously and undressed.
She walked nude over to the shower room, and by the time she entered,
Bethany already had the water running.  Cassadee walked up to her and
Bethany pulled her under the spray.  Bethany's breasts were about four
inches higher than Cassadee's, and she got a very nice look.  They were
firm with dark pink nipples, which stuck out like large pencil erasers.

   "Do you like them?" Bethany asked.

   Cassadee paused.  Was Bethany asking her if she liked her breasts?  She
decided to play dumb.  "Umm...like what?"

   "My tits, silly!  I saw you looking at me during class, and just now you
couldn't take your eyes off them."

   "Oh," Cassadee said, her face turning bright red.  "Uh, yeah.  They are
beautiful."

   "You can touch them if you want," Bethany offered.

   "Oh, that's OK," she replied.

   "Go ahead.  I don't mind." Bethany grabbed Cassadee's hands and placed
them right on her breasts.

   Cassadee was stunned and frozen in place.  Her palms were resting over
Bethany's erect nipples.

   "Relax, Cass.  Go ahead and feel them.  I could tell you were curious.
I'd like to feel yours too."

   Bethany grabbed Cassadee's small, B-cup boobs between her thumbs and
first fingers, squeezing them.  Then she ran her thumbs over Cassadee's
puffy areolae and erect nipples.

   "I love how puffy your nipples are," Bethany said, kneading and feeling
Cassadee's breasts like it was the most normal thing in the world.

   Having her breasts felt up by the taller girl brought Cassadee out of
her spell.  She carefully squeezed Bethany's boobs, feeling how large and
heavy they were.  She couldn't imagine running with those monsters. 
Lightly pinching Bethany's nipples, she was amazed by their stiffness.  Her
areolae were slightly smaller than Cassadee's, but her nipples were twice
as large.  They were like miniature marshmallows.  Cassadee began
unconsciously to lean forward as she wondered what those nipples would feel
like in her mouth.

   "Do you want to masturbate with me, Cass?"

   Cassadee looked up in disbelief.  "Here?  What if we get caught?"

   "You heard Ms.  Lawton.  She won't be back for like an hour," Bethany
replied with a mischievous grin.  She could see that Cassadee looked
nervous.  "Come on!  Use some of that newfound freedom and confidence!  Be
daring!  I'm going to do it, even if you don't."

   With butterflies in her stomach, Cassadee nodded.  Bethany turned off
the shower, then led her over to a bench seat that was recessed into the
tiled wall of the shower room.  The taller girl sat on one end of the
bench, resting her back against the tiles, and faced the other end, her leg
bent at the knee.  Her other leg hung to the side, her foot on the floor.
She spread her legs wide, welcoming Cassadee's gaze.

   Cassadee nervously looked around, then took a seat on the other end of
the bench, mirroring Bethany's position.  The bench wasn't that long, so
their legs were somewhat intertwined, with each girl's foot between the
other's hip and the wall.  Cassadee stared at her friend, waiting for her
to make the first move.

   Bethany smiled and reached between her legs, dragging her fingers
through the wetness within her lower lips, and closed her eyes as she
tilted her head back against the tiled wall.  Once again, Cassadee thought
Bethany had the prettiest pussy she had ever seen -"even considering her
limited experience with watching porn.  Bethany's inner labia were small
and deeply pink in color.  When her legs were closed, they were completely
obscured by her smooth, puffy outer lips.  But right now, they were open
like a newly blossomed flower.  It was truly beautiful.  And sexy. 
Cassadee reached her fingers down and touched her own wetness, lubricating
herself all the way up to her clit.

   Bethany was now fully engaged in her own masturbation, uninhibitedly
rubbing her fingers through her cleft, making wet, squishy sounds that
echoed off the walls of the shower room.  Cassadee was entranced.  She had
never watched another girl masturbate in real life, let alone right in
front of her.  Her own fingers began to slide quickly and nimbly across the
erogenous areas of her sex, adding to the sloppy sounds of female
masturbation.

   The girls' faces were red with effort and increased blood flow as they
pleasured themselves while staring into each other's eyes.  Cassadee gasped
as Bethany paused her masturbation and grabbed her legs.  She pulled her
closer, so that Cassadee's legs were straddling her own.  Their pussies
were almost touching.  Bethany began masturbating again, her knuckles
brushing Cassadee's pussy as she did so.  Cassadee flinched as Bethany
accidentally made contact with her clit.  Breathing heavily, Cassadee added
her fingers to the mix, their knuckles fighting for space as they fingered
themselves.

   Cassadee could feel the heat in her entire body.  She knew her face and
chest had to be beet red.  Masturbating with another girl was way hotter
than she ever thought it might be.  She stared at Bethany's plump lips,
wanting to kiss them in the worst way.

   Bethany must have read her mind, because she suddenly leaned over and
engulfed Cassadee's lips with her own.  Her tongue was invasive, probing
and exploring.  She moaned into Cassadee's mouth as the passion behind the
kiss spilled over.  Breaking the kiss, she smiled.  "You're so fucking hot,
Cass," she whispered.

   "I wanted you to kiss me," Cassadee responded breathlessly.  Holy fuck,
she had a crush on this girl.

   Cassadee felt Bethany's fingers push her own out of the way.  Then her
friend stuck two fingers all the way inside of Cassadee's pussy, fingering
her deeply as her thumb stroked her clit.  Cassadee gasped at the
intrusion, then moaned quietly.  Never had another girl touched her down
there.  As Bethany pumped her fingers in and out, Cassadee began to quiver.

   She leaned back and opened herself up to Bethany, who began finger
fucking her fast and hard.  Cassadee couldn't take any more -"she was
cresting the wave.  She clamped her hands over her mouth and moaned as her
body bucked with the orgasmic contractions.  Bethany didn't let up, though,
keeping up the pace until Cassadee was practically squealing.  A large
amount of warm fluid gushed over Bethany's fingers as Cassadee had a second
orgasm.

   Breathing heavily, she cracked open her eyes to witness Bethany sucking
the pussy juice off her fingers.  Still throbbing, she sat up and grabbed
the back of Bethany's head, pulling her in for a long kiss, tasting her own
pussy on the other girl's lips.  Having recovered sufficiently from her
double orgasm, Cassadee broke the kiss and crawled between Bethany's legs,
which opened wide, inviting her in.  She penetrated Bethany's tight pussy
with two fingers, just as her friend had done to her, and finger fucked her
with fast, deep strokes.  Bethany's vagina was warm and slippery wet, and
Cassadee could feel the textured ridges inside.  She responded to
Cassadee's thumb rubbing across her clit by purring and opening her legs a
little wider.

   Bethany leaned back and gyrated her hips, matching Cassadee's rhythm. 
Within minutes, she was trembling and moaning.  Bethany squeezed her eyes
shut and grabbed Cassadee's wrist, guiding her in and out with more speed
and pressure than Cassadee thought would have been comfortable.  Reaching
her peak, Bethany came with a stifled cry.  The walls of her vagina
squeezed Cassadee's fingers in strong contractions.  It was the coolest
feeling.  She kept pumping her friend's pussy until Bethany abruptly
stopped her hand, unable to take any more stimulation.  Cassadee withdrew
her fingers and brought them to her nose.  The scent was similar to her
own, yet slightly different.  She licked her fingers clean, tasting
Bethany's juices and sticky, white discharge.  It was a familiar taste,
with an added tang.  The fact that it was another girl's vaginal secretions
on her tongue, made it ten times hotter.

   Bethany, with sleepy eyes, laughed in post-orgasmic bliss.  She grabbed
Cassadee's face and brought her in for a delicious kiss.  Cassadee was in
heaven.  Bethany was definitely her girl crush.  She hoped this wouldn't be
the last time they would play together.

   Giggling, they rinsed off in the shower and ran to the locker room to
get dressed.  As they left the locker room with their duffel bags, they
bumped into Ms.  Lawton.  "What are you girls still doing here?"

   "Cassadee has been having a little bit of a hard time at home, Ms. 
Lawton.  We were just talking.  I think she's feeling better now," Bethany
said with a smile.  Cassadee bit her lip so she wouldn't laugh.

   "Oh, well, I'm sorry to hear that, Cassadee.  If you want to talk about
it, I'm here as well.  Now, get to wherever you are supposed to be.  Your
class is half over."

   "Thanks, Ms.  Lawton.  See you tomorrow!" Bethany said as they left.

   Edna Lawton watched them leave and headed into her office, which was a
little room off the pool room.  She closed and locked the door, then pulled
the blinds.  Logging onto her computer, she accessed the pinhole cameras
that she had placed around the locker room and shower a couple years ago.
She rewound the footage to the moment she left, then watched as the two
girls, who had almost ben dressed when the rest of the students left, took
off their clothes and went into the shower naked.  She thought that little
Cassadee Ellison was a rocket.  And Bethany Tate!  If that girl didn't go
into modeling or porn, it would be a damn shame.  She fast forwarded a
couple minutes and saw the girls seated on the bench seat, masturbating
together.  With a smile on her face, Edna brushed her short hair out of her
eyes and stuck her hand down her sweatpants as she watched the covert
footage.

   *****

   After the bell rang at the end of her Chemistry class, Mr.  Chen called
her aside and asked her to stay, while the rest of the class left.

   "Hey, Cass, Cindi wanted to know if you wanted to come over to our place
for dinner on Wednesday night -"if you aren't busy," he said with a smile.

   Cassadee had given Mr.  Chen and his wife a private dance at her Coming
of Age party.  Correction -"she had given Mrs.  Chen a private dance.  Mr.
Chen just sat and watched as Cassadee made his wife come.

   "Oh, umm...sure.  I don't think I have anything going on," she replied
awkwardly.

   "Great!"

   Mr.  Chen gave her their address and told her he would confirm with her
on Wednesday.  Cassadee floated through the rest of the school day with a
smile on her face.  Even thoughts of Mr.  O'Shea weren't bothering her as
much now.

   When she got home, she immediately changed into a little red bikini, and
went into the back yard to tan.  She turned the deckchair so she could just
see Greg's bedroom window out of the corner of her eye.  Behind dark
sunglasses, she surreptitiously checked, every so often, to see if there
was movement in the window.  Sure enough, as she glanced up, she saw his
blinds part slightly, staying that way.  That little prick.  Pretending to
scroll through her phone, she opened the camera app, zoomed in on the
cracked blinds, and began recording a video.  She recorded for a good
thirty seconds, then waved and said, "Hi, Greg!  Thanks for perving!" As
soon as she waved, the blinds returned to normal and she ended the video.
Caught that fucker.  Now she had leverage.

   Cassadee returned the chair to its normal position and didn't bother
looking back at the window.  Greg was going to be Greg no matter what she
did.  Her thoughts returned to Bethany and their mutual shower
masturbation. Fuck, was that hot!  Cassadee's fingers wandered down to her
bikini-covered cleft and she rubbed herself through the fabric.  She
couldn't wait until Friday to watch Bethany dance at Defloration.  The
thought of seeing her naked, performing in front of a crowd, had created a
wet spot in Cassadee's bikini bottoms.  She pulled the fabric aside and
felt the sticky wetness with her finger.  Bringing it to her nose, she
smelled herself.  It smelled strong with arousal.  She licked her finger
clean, then glanced up at Greg's window.  The blinds moved ever so
slightly. Fuck.  Cassadee needed to come in the worst way.  She wasn't
prepared to openly masturbate in front of her brother, even though he
watched her do it without her knowledge the other day.  She didn't want to
give him the satisfaction of being able to perv on her.  If she went up to
her room, it would kind of be the same thing.  He wouldn't be able to see
her, but he would know what she was doing, and might even be ballsy enough
to stand there at the door listening.

   She could call Ben Davidson, the star quarterback whom she had fucked in
a private room at her party.  But she really liked him and wanted to see
where things could go with him.  She didn't just want to use him as a booty
call.  Cassadee thought he might make a good boyfriend and it was past time
she allowed herself to explore that option.

   Where could she go to get off quickly?  A thought popped into her head
-"but it was a weird thought.  There was no way she could do that. 
Technically, she could...and it would be perfectly within the bounds of
their relationship.  But...could she?

   Her heart racing, Cassadee picked up her phone with shaking hands.  She
found the contact and pressed the call button, then placed the phone
against her ear.

   "Hello?"

   Oh, shit.  Not who she thought it would be.  "Hi, Mrs.  O'Shea?  This is
Cassadee...from across the street."

   "Oh, hi, sweetheart!  How are you?"

   "I'm fine, ma'am, thank you.  I was wondering if...umm..."

   "Would you like to speak to Mr.  O'Shea?"

   "Oh, uh...yes please...if that's OK..."

   "Of course, dear!  I know all about him being your mentor.  I'm so happy
for both of you.  It's not too often that an older gentleman gets to mentor
a young lady like yourself.  It's put a little spring in his step!  I'll
get him," she said.  The phone clacked as she set it down on some hard
surface.

   Cassadee was trembling.  She should hang up right now.  Fuck fuck
fuck...

   "Hello?  Cassie-girl?"

   "Hi, Mr.  O'Shea.  I was wondering...uh...if you might have time...to
talk...or something..."

   "Of course!  Come on over.  Mrs.  O'Shea was just about to head out to
the store.  That will give us plenty of time to talk."

   "Oh, OK.  I'll see you in a minute." Cassadee disconnected.  Breathe. 
Calm down.  She stood up, stepped into her flip flops, and walked around
the end of the house and across the street.  Her nipples were making
extremely noticeable bumps in the front of her bikini top.  As usual, Mr.
O'Shea was sitting at the worktable in his garage.

   Charlie O'Shea glanced up as Cassadee walked into his garage in a tiny
red bikini.  He whistled and she smiled shyly.  "Nice outfit," he said.

   "Haha, thanks.  I was just tanning in the backyard." Cassadee spun
around for him, letting him see it from behind as well.  Why did I do that?
she thought to herself, knowing exactly why she had done it.  She was
flirting -"trying to make this old man desire her.  The realization turned
her face a deep shade of red.

   "So, what can I do for you, darling?" he asked, looking her up and down
and gesturing for her to take a seat.

   Cassadee wasn't sure how to say what was on her mind.  She needed a
segue.  "I masturbated with a girl today," she blurted out.  Immediately,
her mouth dropped open, and she brought her hands to the sides of her face,
like in that painting by Edvard Munch.  Why did I say that?  She was
shocked by how comfortable he made her feel.

   "Oh, wow.  Tell me about it," he said with a smile.  "How did you feel
about it?"

   "It felt...naughty.  Like we were getting away with something." Cassadee
was red-faced, but she continued on.  "I guess it also felt naughty because
it was with a girl.  But she's really beautiful.  And she's a good friend.
So, when she suggested masturbating, I just kind of went with it."

   "Are you glad you did?"

   "Yeah.  I think so.  It was so hot.  We kissed too.  And it wasn't just
normal masturbation..." Cassadee didn't know whether she should be honest
about everything that happened.

   "Yes?" he asked.  He seemed genuinely curious.

   What the fuck.  Just tell him.  In a way, this feels naughty, too.  "She
fingered me until I came...and then I did the same to her.  And we both
tasted each other on our fingers." Cassadee partially hid her face in her
hands after confessing that last part and squeezed her legs together.  She
was pretty sure he noticed.

   Mr.  O'Shea laughed.  "Well, that's nothing to be ashamed of.  You know,
when I was younger, people didn't talk about doing things with a person of
the same sex.  It was looked down upon.  But now things are different. 
It's more accepted today.  Let me ask you -"do you still like boys?"

   "Oh, yes!  There's a boy I really like.  His name is Ben.  I think I
could see him being my boyfriend.  And I never even really considered girls
in that way.  But there is just something about Bethany that makes me feel
different -"like, maybe I could be in a relationship with a girl, as long
as it was Bethany."

   Cassadee was surprised, but she was really enjoying being open and
talking with him like this.  It felt like she now had someone with whom she
could talk about things that she wouldn't normally say out loud.

   "So, Bethany has been a friend, but now she is a special friend. 
Someone you can experiment with.  Is that how you feel about her?"

   The way he said special, Cassadee knew he understood.  "I think so.  Do
you think it's wrong?"

   "Not at all.  Mrs.  O'Shea used to have a special friend when she was
young, too.  She told me all about it.  Of course, back in those days, it
was a big secret.  And nothing ever came of it.  They just had fun
together. Like special girlfriends.  I wouldn't worry about it.  Just have
fun.  You have a lot less to worry about than Mrs.  O'Shea did."

   Cassadee immediately felt better.  She thought about telling Mr.  O'Shea
about Dr.  Spitelli, and how he had treated her the night of her Coming of
Age party, but she didn't want to get him in trouble.  At least not yet. 
She wanted to talk to him about it first.  She decided to table that
subject for the time being.

   "Is that all you wanted, honey?" Mr.  O'Shea asked with a smile as he
rested his hand on her knee.

   "Umm...well...I..." Cassadee couldn't quite look at him

   "Go ahead.  You can tell me anything," he said with a serious look.

   "Well...the reason I called...is because I was in the backyard
tanning...and thinking...and I..."

   Mr.  O'Shea had both hands on her knees and began to rub them softly. 
Her skin was smooth and shiny from the tanning oil.

   Cassadee closed her eyes and breathed.  She decided to let it all spill
out.  "I know we have had sex already.  And we are supposed to again soon.
I got really horny...especially when I remembered you said you like to use
your...mouth...and I didn't know if maybe...you wanted to...do stuff..."
She opened her eyes to see him studying her scantily clad body.  Her
nipples responded as he devoured her with his eyes.

   "You want me to give you an orgasm?  Is that it?" he said as he licked
his lips.

   Cassadee nodded and blushed even more.

   Charlie O'Shea gently pushed Cassadee's knees apart and saw the wet spot
on the gusset of her bikini bottoms.  He grabbed a remote from his
workbench and the garage door began to close.  Then he took Cassadee by the
hand and led her to a couch along the other wall, having her sit down.  He
got down on his knees, which took a little bit of effort, and pulled her
toward him until her butt was at the edge of the couch.

   Cassadee watched him through wide eyes as he gently took her flip flops
off and massaged her bare feet in his hands.  Then he kissed and smelled
her toes, which she thought was odd, before kissing his way up her legs to
her knees.  Parting her knees, he took turns kissing each thigh until
Cassadee's legs were spread, held up by his strong hands.  She began to
tremble nervously as he kissed his way to the wet spot on her bikini
covered mound.

   As he kissed Cassadee's pussy through her bottoms, he inhaled deeply,
savoring her musky scent.  This is what he lived for.  Sure, he enjoyed
orgasms, but at his age things didn't work as well as they used to.  But he
considered cunnilingus his specialty.  He had pleasured many a girl in his
lifetime with nothing but his mouth, and they all complimented him on his
skills.  He looked up at Cassadee.  The poor girl was shaking.  He smiled
at her as he said, "It's OK.  You are going to enjoy this.  Trust me."

   Cassadee nodded, thankful he was being gentle with her.  Mr.  O'Shea
grabbed the sides of her bikini bottoms at her hips and tugged them down
her legs, setting them on the couch.  He spread her legs and began to kiss
her bare pussy.

   Charlie loved this part.  He peppered her with kisses, working his way
from the landing strip on her mound, over her clit and labia, across her
opening, and ended on her puckered little asshole.  As he kissed her anus,
he stuck his nose in her opening and took a deep whiff of her strong,
feminine musk.  Then he stuck his tongue out and licked her from bottom to
top, scooping inside her vagina and gathering some of the sticky white
liquid onto his tongue.

   Cassadee moaned as his tongue invaded her.  She remembered this feeling
from her mentor ceremony.  He had used his mouth on her briefly before he
fucked her, and it felt amazing.  Her head sunk back into the couch
cushions and she closed her eyes, concentrating on the ecstatic sensations
between her legs.

   Charlie formed a suction with his mouth and tongued Cassadee's pussy as
deeply as he could.  She squirmed in his hands.  Then he gave her long
licks all the way up between her labia, flicking across her clit at the
end. He moved his hands close to her pussy and pulled her apart with his
fingers, licking rhythmically, and teasing her clit.

   Cassadee had been wanting to come for what seemed like hours.  She knew
he was teasing her, stretching out the buildup to her orgasm, and she
thought she might die of pleasure before she reached it.  Resting her bare
feet on his shoulders, her legs began to twitch and jerk as she was drawn
closer and closer to that moment of pure bliss.

   Charlie used his thumb on Cassadee's clit, rubbing across it
rhythmically as his tongue penetrated her opening and lapped up the warm
vaginal fluids being secreted there.  She was moaning almost continuously
now, and her legs were shaking.  He knew she was close.

   Cassadee's orgasm caught her off guard.  It came fast and hard.  She
screamed shrilly and squeezed her legs together around Mr.  O'Shea's head
as the contractions assaulted her womb.  She grabbed his head, pulling him
into her and bucked like she was at the rodeo.  Then she squirted.

   Charlie kept flicking Cassadee's clit as she came.  His head was clamped
between her tight, runner's thighs and his tongue assaulted her
mercilessly. As she howled through the orgasm, he opened his mouth just in
time to accept a geyser of female ejaculate onto his tongue.  He closed his
mouth and swished her juices around, tasting her smooth, tangy bouquet. 
Swallowing, it slid down his throat like a fine whiskey.

   Cassadee's body melted into the couch.  Her legs fell apart and she lay
there twitching in the aftershocks of the orgasm.  Mr.  O'Shea rubbed the
insides of her thighs and lavished her vulva with appreciative little
kisses.  She glanced down at him as he lovingly nursed her through the
euphoria.

   Charlie took one last deep breath, inhaling this beautiful, blond
18-year-old's scent.  It was transcendent.  He was hard in his pants. 
Eating a woman's pussy always worked like Viagra for him.  But he got up,
rather painfully, off his knees and sat on the couch next to her.  He ran
his hand over her upper thigh, marveling at how soft a young girl's skin
was.  He licked the spot of wet discharge from the gusset and handed her
the tiny garment.

   Watching him lick her bikini bottoms, Cassadee was suddenly
self-conscious.  She closed her legs and accepted the red fabric from Mr.
O'Shea when he was done.

   "Do you feel better, Cassie-girl?" he asked.

   Cassadee nodded and cast her gaze downward as she stood and pulled on
her bottoms.  The wet spot felt cold against her pussy.  "Thank you.  I
needed that.  And that was...wow!  You are really good at that."

   Mr.  O'Shea smiled and patted her leg.  "I love doing that.  Any time
you want that, or anything else, you feel free to come over."

   Cassadee looked down at her feet.  "Umm...do you want...anything?"

   "No, no.  I'm fine.  Eating pussy brings me more pleasure than almost
anything in the world.  Thank you for sharing yourself with me."

   She couldn't believe he didn't want anything from her.  "Oh, sure.  It
was my pleasure.  Literally." She chuckled at her own joke.

   "Is there anything else I can help you with today, sweetie?"

   "No.  Thank you.  I guess I'll see you later," she said as he stood up.
Mr.  O'Shea opened the garage door and she gave him a peck on the lips. 
She could smell herself in his beard.  As she walked across the street to
her house, she looked around nervously, as if the whole neighborhood knew
what had just happened.  Old Mr.  O'Shea had just eaten her pussy.  She
laughed at the thought as she went around the side of the house to the back
yard.  She jumped in the pool and cooled off, rinsing the sweat and pussy
juice from between her legs.  Then she relaxed in the deckchair and took a
nap.

   *****

   Tuesday

   The next morning at school had been tedious.  It was almost the end of
the year and her classes were pretty much finished.  She had a couple
finals left, but the teachers were as checked out as the students.  When
lunch came, she decided to get away.  They weren't supposed to leave school
grounds during lunch, but what were they going to do?  Kick her out for
skipping out on the lunch period?

   She walked a couple blocks to a Panera Bread and had a sandwich and a
salad.  She ate and relaxed by the window, watching the townsfolk go about
their day.  When there was about eight minutes left in the lunch hour, she
threw her trash away and began to walk back to school.  She was halfway
there when a car pulled up beside her and a siren chirped, scaring her half
to death.  Looking over, she saw it was Officer Lester Camden, a township
policeman.  The last time she had seen him, she had given him a lap dance,
making herself come in the process, and soaking the entire front of his
pants.

   "Aren't you supposed to be in school, Cass?" he asked.

   "Uh, yeah, I was just...umm...having lunch," she answered lamely,
knowing that he knew she wasn't supposed to be off school property.

   He stepped out of the car and opened the back door.  "Get in," he said.

   Fuck!  She sat in the back of the police cruiser as he shut the door. 
There was a plexiglass barrier between them and there were no door handles.
How humiliating to be dropped off at school in the back of a police car. 
She put her head in her hands.  After a few minutes of driving, she looked
up and realized they were farther from the school than they were when he
picked her up.  As a matter of fact, they were now on a dirt road, heading
into the woods.  Where the hell was he taking her?

   "Umm, Officer Camden?  Where are we going?"

   "We need to talk, Cassadee," he said in his deep, baritone voice.

   She looked at his huge neck and shoulders over the back of the seat.  It
was then that the pieces dropped into place.  Officer Camden was one of her
mentors.

   He drove off the dirt road, to a little clearing in a field.  He shut
the car off and got out, opening the door for her.  Cassadee was shaking in
her shoes.

   "Do you know why I brought you here, Cassadee?"



   Cassadee nodded.  "I think so..."

   "Turn around and place your hands on the hood of the car."

   She did so, and he walked up behind her.  He raised the hem of her dress
until it was bunched up on her back, then he pulled her thong off her ass
and let it fall to the ground around her feet.

   Cassadee sucked in a shaky breath as she heard Officer Camden unzip his
pants...