THE CLUB
Chapter 19

A few days later Marsha's initiation was planned. Mark hadn't seen her, but strangely missed her. Mark and Meg were walking to the clubhouse. "Hi!" a voice was heard a short distance away. They both looked and saw Marsha walking towards them. "Can I walk with you?" Marsha asked, before blushing realizing how dumb a question it was.

"Sure!" Meg answered. "...and I bet Mark will love it," she added teasingly.

"Shut up!" Mark blurted, even though it was true.

Marsha caught up with them and fell into place beside Mark, much to his delight. They talked about different things as they continued walking. As they approached the clubhouse, Meg saw Gail and, as she sprinted off, explained she wanted to talk to Gail about something, leaving Mark and Marsha alone.

"Um... Can I talk to you about something?" Marsha muttered in a soft voice.

"Sure," replied Mark, unsure about what she was going to say.

"Um... I'm... Ah... I'm not the goody two shoes everyone thinks I am," she stammered.

"Huh?" Mark uttered.

"I'm not the goody two shoes everyone thinks I am. I wanted you to know because... Um... Well..." Marsha repeated.

"That's OK," Mark reassured, realizing how uneasy she was.

"No, I want you to know. I want you to know the truth about me," Marsha started again, but before she could continue the other three girls approached.

"You're really going to join?" Rita giggled. Marsha just nodded. "I can't believe it!"

"Hi, everyone!" Sue blurted as she, Mish, and Ron came into view. That ended the conversation.

All eight exchanged greetings before Mish announced, "All club members go to the doorway. Mark, since you are going to sponsor Marsha, you can stay with her. "All the others went with Mish and had a slight conversation.

"I was kinda hoping he wouldn't come," Marsha whispered to Mark, to which he replied "Why?" "I feel funny getting naked in front of him. It's not the same as with you," she explained.

They were interrupted by Mish's announcement. "Marsha, do you wish to join our club?" to which Marsha said she did. "As you have been told, there are no clothes allowed in the clubhouse. If you want to join, get ready to enter."

Marsha took a deep breath, looked at Mark, then began to take her shoes off. "You too, Mark," Mish ordered. Marsha seemed to be hesitant and her clothes were coming off slowly. As she lifted her top, Mark was already down to his underwear. Marsha delayed as long as she could. After lifting off her top, she slid her shorts down and then reached for her bra strap. Knowing she couldn't delay and longer, she unhooked it and let that final barrier drop to the ground. Forcing herself to keep her hands down at her sides, she finally looked up at the others at the doorway.

"Underwear too," Mish stated.

"Huh?" Marsha blurted as she looked at Mish in shocked. She had been told she would have to strip down to her panties, then the others would get undressed completely and go in. She would then have to take her panties off and follow them in.

"No clothes allowed means no underwear either. If you want to join you have to take all your clothes off to go in," Mish stated without emotion.

Marsha sensed Mark moving and looked over to see his underwear drop to the ground. Somehow everything that she knew was going to happen became very frightening. Rationalizing they would be coming off anyway, Marsha slid her panties to her ankles. She turned bright red feeling everyone was now staring at her pussy.

It seemed an eternity before the others stripped and, one by one, went into the clubhouse. Still almost in a daze, Marsha followed them. The "ceremony" seemed to flash by with only a brief stop when Mark put the pledge stick into her ass. To Marsha it was only moments until the others were greeting her as their new members.

"Seeing Mark sponsored you, I guess we should use Ron now," Mish stated as she grabbed a pledge stick. Ron dutifully bent over and Mish instructed as Marsha inserted a stick. She was glad it was Ron and not Mark she had to do it too. If she did something wrong it would be Ron that would be hurt. It was also Ron who was on the table getting looked at and felt as "boys" were explained to Marsha.

Marsha was then told to get on the table. Reality set in and her face went blank. She looked at Mark and he smiled. She took that as his approval and did as they told her. An exam of her body began, but with Ron doing the exam. Mark was next to the table and she could reach him, so she grabbed his hand. Her face flushed as Rod poked, prodded, and even opened her pussy as the others watched. Marsha just closed her eyes and held Mark's hand until he was done. She finally relaxed realizing there was nothing all the others hadn't seen by now and even parts none had seen before.

Soon they were all swimming and their nudity, except for arousing to all, no longer mattered. Marsha stayed close to Mark, pleasing him. After a short time, she whispered to him, "I have to go. Would you walk me home?" Naturally he agreed. After saying their good byes and dressing, the two left.

"You started to tell me something earlier, but stopped," Mark reminded her.

"Yeah..." Marsha muttered. "It's kinda embarrassing to tell, but I want you to know. Don't say anything until I finish." She looked at Mark and he nodded.

"Before we moved here, my Mom and I had an apartment in the city," she began. "I can't believe I'm going to tell you this. I've never told anyone, but I want you to know. My Mom had a job as a waitress where she had to work late on Friday nights. Her boyfriend, at the time, Steve, would stay with me."

"Well, one night I had snuck one of my Mom's magazines to read. She would never let me look at them. It was a Friday night. After I went to bed, I was looking at it under my blankets with a flashlight. There was sex stuff in it. Anyway, I heard Steve knock on my door. I shoved the magazine and flashlight under my pillow and pretended I was asleep. He opened the door, came in, and asked if I was sleeping, but I didn't say anything. When I did that, he pulled my blanket down, then lifted up my nightgown so all that was covering me was my panties. I wanted to die, scream, say something, but I didn't want to get in trouble for the magazine. A few minutes later he pulled my nightgown back down, covered me, and left."

"At first I was scared, but he really didn't do anything and I liked him, so I didn't tell. The next week I was almost asleep when he came in again. I pretended I was sleeping and he did the same thing. I knew he was looking at my panties, but it made me feel kinda tingly. He just looked for a while and left again. It was kinda fun having him see my panties, so for the next few weeks I would chose what panties I wanted him to see and wait for him, even though it was scary too."

"One night I felt really daring, so I didn't put my panties on. When he knocked I got scared and rolled onto my stomach, but couldn't do much else. He came in, pulled the blanket down, and lifted my nightgown up. I had my face in my pillow and it's a good thing. I could feel my face get bright red. He was looking at my bare butt. I heard him say, 'Nice' and then he ran his fingers across my bare skin. I wanted to scream, but it felt good too, so I just laid there. He looked for a while and then left."

"The next week I did the same thing. It wasn't so scary the next time and... um... I kinda liked him seeing." Marsha looked over at Mark. He was obviously listening, but just looked back and said nothing, so she continued.

"The week after I wondered what it would be like if he saw... um... if he saw me from the front, so I stayed on my back." She was going to tell Mark she wanted Steve to see she was growing hair, but just couldn't tell him that. "He came in and I wanted to roll over, but I didn't want him to know I knew, so I just laid there. He pulled down the blanket, lifted my nightgown and I knew he could see everything. I couldn't believe I was showing him that, but I was."

Again she was going to tell Mark about her hair, but again couldn't get those words out. "I started wearing no panties to bed and every week he would come look. One week when he was looking he looked at my face and caught me peeking at him. He looked real scared, but I didn't want him to be scared and he had already seen me lots of times anyway, so I opened my legs for him to see more. He looked down, saw, and then looked back at me. I said, 'It's OK if you look. I don't mind. Can I see you too?' because I had never seen a boy. He just left."

"I wasn't sure if he'd come back, but the next week he did. That time I pushed down the covers and pulled up my nightgown. My legs were kinda open. I asked him again if I could see him. He didn't do anything for a minute, then he undid his belt and pushed down his pants. It was the first time I ever saw a real boy. He was huge. He let me look for a while and then pulled his pants back up. That night I was woken up because him and my Mom had a big fight. I guess instead of going to work she had gone on a date with some other guy. I never saw Steve after that."

Marsha then paused, but still Mark said nothing. She was too embarrassed to look at him though. "That was the only one I ever saw before you. When I heard about Nancy and the stuff she does I was curious, so I asked her. She told me I could see all I wanted, but the boys would want to see as well. I was so stupid... Do you think I'm a slut like Nancy now?"

That spurred Mark to respond. "No! Um... I guess every girl is curious. You are nothing like Nancy though."

"Good, I'm glad," Marsha smiled. "Um... Ah... Do you... Um... Do you want to stop at my spot... and talk some more before I go home?" Mark formed a big grin and nodded enthusiastically.