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 ONE AND DONE.  Or so I thought. by FunKelly

   ONE AND DONE.  Or so I thought.  Part 5

   Barely more than an additional three steps were taken on our journey
back to my deck, when Susan said, in the most maternal yet somewhat
sarcastic tone, "Jenifer!  Now don't you dare be "Embarrassed",
"Self-Conscious" or worse yet, "Ashamed", that you displayed your pussy for
"My Kevin!" Trust me.  Kevin has had lots of girlfriends.  I'm sure your
pussy isn't the first one he's seen.  In fact, I'll bet Kevin, being the
gentleman he is, never mentioned a single word about you being naked. 
Well, other than that, "Hey, Jen.  Jacuzzi night?", wisecrack, he made when
he first walked into the kitchen".  Knowing what Keven had said to me about
my pubic hair being shaped like an 'Arrow', that pointed to the opening of
my pussy, along with his comments about how his Dorm Room buddies would
like to perform oral sex on me, when Sue went to check up on her dad, had
me completely freaked out about what I was hearing.  Still, I remained
silent, as we approached my deck.

   Once on the deck, I went to reach for my bathing suit, when Sue asked,
"What are you doing, Jen?  I thought we were going to use the jacuzzi", as
she started removing her clothes right there on the deck in front of me. 
She folded them neatly and placed them on the picnic table.  I couldn't
take my eyes of her incredible body.  I now knew why she was so
pre-occupied with the way I trimmed my pubic hair.  Her perfectly plump
pussy lips were totally clean shaven.  She walked up to where I was
standing, looked down at me, and asked, "How about some more wine, Jen?"
Looking up at the 5' 9" woman, while just inches from her perfectly formed
size "C" breasts, made me feel like I was twelve years old again.  At least
that's how it felt standing face to face with her.  With my tiny breasts
and my pussy being trimmed the way it was, I looked as though I had just
recently reached puberty, and this was my very first small crop of pubic
hair.  I felt so inconsequential standing in front of the tall, beautiful
blonde.

   Trying to come to grips with the sudden influx of feelings of
inadequacy, I remained frozen yet still standing in front of the naked
42-year-old daughter of my next-door neighbor.  Susan looked down on my
naked form, and said, "Who would have expected my dad's little neighbor (as
she ran her fingers through my short black hair) would turn out to be an
exhibitionist?" All I could think was that being labeled an "Exhibitionist"
was far better than being labeled a "Slut".  Susan walked past me, entered
my kitchen, and returned with two wine glasses a moment later.  I remained
frozen, feeling humiliated yet totally aroused.  She poured us each a
glass, handed me my glass, then put her glass of wine on the picnic table.

   'Unexpected', is the only word to describe the peculiar turn of events
that were about to unfold.  I was soon to go from feeling "Inadequate" to
feeling 'Subjugated', in seconds flat!  Sue started twirling my nipples
between her forefingers and thumbs, as I attempted to choke up the words,
"Sue!  What are you doing?", but unable to move an inch.  Susan's reply
would render me defenseless.  "Jenifer.  You and Paul moved into this house
two years ago, just about the time Kevin's dad and I were finalizing our
divorce.  We agreed to divorce amicably, after I revealed to him, that
although I had fought my inner feelings and desires for years, I was
someone other than, "The Susan" he, and others thought they knew.  Most
importantly!  I realized, I needed to be "The Susan", I needed to be!  "I
AM A LESBIAN, JENIFER!", she declared, as she continued twirling my nipples
between her fingers.

   I was equally astonished by Susan's decision to share her 'News' with
me, as I was about the 'News Itself', yet I was completely sexually aroused
for whatever reason, and unable to pull away from her grasp.  She looked
down on my tiny breasts, still fondling my nipples, and said, "Jenifer! 
Your nipples are like an elegant pink strawberry topping on those
wonderfully milky white pancakes of yours.  They're Perfect!" I could only
mumble, "I wanted to get breast implants, but Paul was against it".  "PAUL
WAS RIGHT!", she replied.  "JENIFER!  You have the body of a '14-year-old
Gymnast'!  I can see you in a 1/2 size too small leotard.  Just enough
'Camel Toe' being displayed, and those silver bullet nipples of yours
penetrating the thin material of your suit, as the gym full of people were
more interested in your figure than your performance!  You stay just the
way you are!"

   Susan finally released my nipples, picked up her glass of wine, and
said, "Well Jen.  Join me in the jacuzzi?' I watched as she climbed into
the jacuzzi and submerge her awesome naked body into the bubbling water,
right up to her neck.  The image Sue had portrayed of me wearing an
ultra-tight leotard, in a gymnasium full of people, was ingrained in my
mind.  I was starting to realize that I became aroused at the idea of
clothed people looking at me for no other reason than getting a glimpse of
my petite body, naked or almost naked.  I joined Susan in the jacuzzi,
still feeling somewhat aroused.

   Sue and I were soaking in the jacuzzi and enjoying our wine, when out of
nowhere, she asked, "So Jen.  When did you first know?" "Know what?", I
asked.  "Know that you are an exhibitionist?", she replied.  "I'm not an
exhibitionist!", I insisted.  "O.K.  Jen.  You've been prancing around the
neighborhood completely naked for several hours now, yet you claim you're
not and exhibitionist?", was Sue's reply.  I immediately argued, "I was not
prancing around the neighborhood naked, Sue!  I was in the privacy of my
own back yard!" She took another sip of her wine, and said, "I guess,
'Technically, when I first discovered you naked with Dad, you were on your
own property.  I'll give you that one.  However, it was your nonchalant
demeaner when you were naked in Dad's kitchen with Kevin and I, that made
me realize how much you were enjoying the experience.  You even made sure
Kevin got a good look at your pussy!  Ergo, 'Exhibitionist'!"

   I took another sip of my wine and remained silent for a moment, as I was
contemplating Susan's words, and how they aligned with my actions. 
Remembering the incredible urge, I had to lean over on their countertop and
spread my legs apart so Kevin could see my pussy lips from that vantage
point.  If I had done that, and he leaned over to get a better look, I'm
convinced I would have just spread my legs even further apart and shaken my
ass for him.  Susan was right.  I did want Kevin to see my pussy.  In fact,
I wanted him to see 'ALL OF ME'!  I had never had a single thought or
impulse to be naked in front of other people, until I watched that 'Level
One' trailer on Caroll's website, just a few hours ago.  Now I felt
consumed by the idea!" Am I an exhibitionist?", I thought to myself.

   Before I could respond to Susan's allegations, she threw me another
curve ball.  "You know, Jen.  I have a friend in the art department down at
the community college.  He tells me they are always looking for 'Life
Models' for their evening classes.  Maybe you could indulge your 'Passion'
by posing nude for some.  That way you could be in a safe environment, and
still expose yourself to strangers".  "First off, Sue!", I barked.  "I
don't have a 'Passion' for exposing myself or being naked in front of other
people!  I could never do something like that!  Not that I'd want too
anyway!" I immediately started feeling like I had just admitted in some way
to both myself and Susan, that I did have a yearning for the taboo
activity.

   Sue just sat back against the jacuzzi water jets, with this smug
expression on her face, and asked, "More wine, Jen?" I got right out of the
water, grabbed the bottle of wine and stood outside the jacuzzi as I filled
our glasses, with zero concern of being seen standing there naked under the
lights of our deck.  Granted, only if someone was in our back yard could
they have seen me, yet I instantly realized, as Sue also must have, I threw
caution to the wind with no regard for modesty whatsoever.  It was just at
that moment of soul searching, that I heard Kevin's voice again.  Once
more, he was walking up behind my petite naked body.

   "Kevin!  You're still here!".  Sue called out from the jacuzzi.  "Yeah",
Kevin replied.  "Just thought I'd see what you two were up too before I
headed out", I heard, along with his footsteps coming up onto the deck.  I
wanted to turn around but was afraid Sue would continue her accusations
about me harboring some fantasy about being discovered in the nude by
someone.  Anyone.  Sue then said, "Kevin.  What do you think of the idea of
Jen posing nude for the community college evening art classes?" I froze for
a moment, mortified that she was discussing the subject with Kevin, while I
stood there totally naked.  Kevin's response had me curious about its
meaning.  "Well mom.  She already possesses the necessary attitude about
public nudity".

   I turned around, giving Kevin his second full frontal view of my naked
body, that evening, and sarcastically asked, "What does that mean?", as I
put the wine bottle on the picnic table, placed my hands on my hips, and
awaited his response.  Kevin simply replied, "Shyness or modesty are not
the attributes one's looking for when choosing a 'Life Model".  "And how
would you know?", I asked, feeling confident and somewhat inspired by my
nakedness, during our mildly confrontational discussion.  "I'm a 'Life
Model", Kevin said.  "You?  "You get 'Naked' for the art students?', I
asked, with some doubt in my voice.  "No Jenifer", he replied, with some
condescension in his tone.  "I pose 'In the Nude' for the college's 'Life
Model' classes".  He then added, "Fifty bucks is fifty bucks", as he
snickered.

   I was enjoying our playful exchange and wanted the friendly banter to
continue, so I asked him, "So Kevin.  What's the largest class you've been
'Naked' for?", still leaving his full-frontal view of my naked body,
unobstructed.  "Nude, Jenifer!  We pose 'Nude', not 'Naked'!", he said,
observing all I was making available to him.  "O.k.  Nude", I conceded. 
"How many?", I asked again.  "Most 'Life Model' classes have around ten to
fifteen art students, but the most I ever modeled for was twenty-four.  The
college was running discount coupon for senior citizens".  I was so emersed
in having a conversation while totally naked, I had all but forgotten Sue
was still in the jacuzzi, only feet from her son Kevin and me.  The noise
of the water jets must have been drowning out any and all other noise, and
she made no attempt to interrupt our conversation.

   I'm sure it was the alcohol talking, when I giggled, and asked Kevin,
"Have you ever gotten an erection while posing?" He calmly replied, "On
more than one occasion, Jen.  See, you women have an advantage over us men
in that regard.  If you get stimulated by the surroundings of a 'Life
Model' class, other than your nipples becoming erect, the artists can't
tell you are totally turned on.  It's a bit different for us men.  When it
happens, I just turn to a point in the room, focus on that point and think
about anything that is not sexual.  My class schedule or part time job for
instance, until it passes".  I sat up on the top of the picnic table, as
Kevin had maneuvered himself in front of me, while Sue remained silent in
the jacuzzi behind us.

   With my feet on the bench of the picnic table and my bare ass sitting on
the hard wood surface of the tabletop, I spread my legs just far enough
apart to leave my pussy in Kevin's field of vision, as we continued talking
about 'Life Modeling'.  It wouldn't have mattered what we were talking
about.  All I knew was I felt completely relaxed yet on the verge of total
titillation, at the same time.  Is that even possible?  I noticed Kevin
glancing over my shoulder toward his mother, but I felt it was Sue who had
put these ideas in my head, and therefore I was going to explore them.  If
she has a problem with the fact that I was exposing myself to her son, she
had every opportunity to say something about it.

   Keeping my pussy on display, I said, "So Kevin.  What other advice can
you share with me, should I decide to pose for some of the college's 'Life
Modeling' art classes?" Kevin's answer, and our forthcoming disagreement
about his delivery process, would evolve in such a short time, that I was
ill prepared.  "Well first off, Jen", he said, "You can't have a little
furry pubic hair arrow that points to the opening of your vagina, as if to
say, "Enter Here!" I looked at Kevin in horror, then spread my legs even
further apart and looked down at my pubic hair, and inquired, in an
insulted tone, "What's wrong with my pubic hair?" I almost died of
embarrassment, when Kevin replied.  "Jenifer!  These students are the next
generation of artist!  Not the next generation of porn peddlers!  You need
to grow a full pubic bush or shave your pussy altogether!" I felt so
humiliated as I heard Susan giggling in the background.

   I closed my legs together in shame, as Kevin said, "Jenifer.  You have a
wonderful figure for 'Life Modeling'.  Now you need to develop the proper
attitude.  That's my advice to you", as he walked back to Mike's house,
leaving me sitting there naked and utterly ashamed.  I heard Susan getting
out of the jacuzzi, which prompted me to turn my head around, but still
shielding the naked body I was so happy to display only moments earlier. 
She picked up her clothes, then stood in front of me.  I was so afraid of
what she might say, until she just kissed me on the cheek, and said, "it's
all part of the 'Exhibitionist Experience', Jen", as I watched her still
naked and soaking wet body walk off my deck and towards her father's house.