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  “She looks petrified, Carmen,” he laughed.

  “I know.”

  I was at a loss. These two obviously had a rapport. What was I supposed to say?

  “She’s got a body,” he murmured. “It’s there under all those…clothes.” His look was considering and slightly lascivious.

  “That she does. I saw it five minutes ago. I’m still jealous.”

  A little shiver went down my spine, sinuous and pleasurable. I’d never been examined like this before, as openly or as ardently. My nipples became firm little nubs pressing against the Lycra of my suit. “Are we going to the pool?”

  “Yes we are,” Carmen said loudly. “Let’s hit the road. Good bye, Stuart.” She linked her arm through mine, whispering, “Sorry about that. He was my first.”

  “What?”

  “He popped my cherry a couple of years ago.”

  My mouth fell open. “You’re eighteen. When did that happen?”

  “Fifteen.”

  “Oh, wow.”

  “I fuck him whenever I’m here. He’s not bad, if you like it rough.”

  “W-what?”

  “Never mind, my sheltered one. I gotta have a cigarette.” She popped it in her mouth and lit the end, blowing noxious smoke into the air. “We really need to have a talk, Jess.”

  “We do?”

  She nodded. “You’re gonna get eaten alive here, trust me. It won’t be pretty either. I don’t think I can save you.” Humor flashed in her eyes.

  “You’ve changed a lot since I knew you.”

  “Christ, I hope so.” The pool was an enormous rectangle with inlaid stone all around and seating areas. A woman lay on a lounge chair, her tanned breasts completely exposed. “Hey, Roberta!”

  “Hi, Carmen. I have a fucking hangover. Could you make any more noise?”

  “Sorry. This is Jessica. She’s here for the summer.”

  “Hello, Jessica.” Her voice sounded monotone. “Welcome to the party.” She wore an enormous straw hat and huge black sunglasses.

  I didn’t want to stare at her breasts, but I found myself doing that. They were large and firm, the masses jiggling slightly, taking over her entire ribcage. She wore several gold bracelets, which caught the light. We sat on cushioned lounge chairs near the water’s edge.

  “I’m getting in real quick.” Carmen stubbed out her cigarette and jumped into the water.

  I began to apply sunscreen, feeling woefully overdressed. I glanced at Roberta, and little tingles registered in my tummy, pinging one by one. I’d never seen a woman topless before, not even my mother. The sun gleamed off her bronzed skin, the surface shimmering with suntan oil. The curve of her breasts were obscene, they were so full and lush looking. Mine were just as large, and, if I were to drop my top, the effect would be similar.

  “Fucking freezing,” muttered Carmen. She grabbed her towel. “They say they’re gonna heat it, and they never do. Liars.” She sat cross-legged on the chair. “So, we gotta talk.”

  Oh, boy. Here it comes. “I’m sorry I’m a disappointment.”

  “That’s not it at all.”

  “Seems like it.” I applied sunscreen to my arms.

  “Mom was the religious one. Dad wasn’t into all that crap. Ya know? So, after he met Constance, um…things changed. They started to have parties. Wild parties. I’d sit on the landing and watch. The guests were naked, and everybody was fucking everybody.”

  The images her words created sent little tingles through me. The idea that Mr. Hollander would have sex with someone other than his wife was unthinkable. “You’re joking, right?”

  “Nope. I shit you not. I couldn’t make this up if I wanted to. Constance comes from a really liberal family, Jess. They’re weird and flaky, but totally fun. My mom was the opposite. I guess dad was looking for something different. I don’t know. I hated her at first cause she was taking mom’s place and everything, but she grew on me.”

  “If my mom knew about this, she’d never let me come.”

  Carmen grinned wickedly. “Yeah.”

  “I’m tired of being told what to do.”

  “You’re eighteen. You can do what you want.”

  “Not really.”

  A bottle of sunscreen was in her hand. “Nobody around here cares about that. You can walk around naked, if the urge strikes.” To illustrate the point, she removed her top and bottoms, exposing perky breasts and a hairless pussy. “This is gonna be an all over tan.” A saucy grin played on her lips. Her toned body was on full display, the curves of her narrow hips, the pale mound of her pussy, with its mysterious cleft, and the tautness of her tummy. I shaved, but I had never gotten rid of all the hair down there. “Oh, man, this is nice.” Carmen massaged lotion into her skin. “I’m so gonna burn my pubes, but I don’t care.”

  An older man approached. “Good afternoon,” he said. I found it shocking that Carmen didn’t cover herself.

  “Grandpa Fred! Grandpa, this is Jessica. She’s here for the summer.”

  “Hello, Jessica. Pretty girls are always welcome at High Bridge.” He tipped his hat and continued walking, a shiny oak cane in his hand. “What a lovely day. Let’s see if the ducks are out.”

  “Hey, dad,” called Roberta.

  “Hello, dear.”

  Carmen glanced at me. “He’s Constance’s dad.”

  “Yeah. I got that.”

  “Don’t look so freaked out. Nobody gives a shit about nudity here.” She rolled to her side and held her head in the palm of her hand. “You hate it, don’t you?”

  “Hate what?”

  “Being here.”

  “No.”

  “You think I’m a slut.”

  “No.”

  “I’ve grossed you out.”

  I shook my head.

  “I’m not go—”

  Abby and Madison ran by. “Ew! Naked boobies!” The girls darted down the path, giggling and laughing, followed by several household pets.

  “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”

  “Maybe.”

  “You wanna stay that way?”

  “I-I have to.”

  “Who says?”

  “God.”

  “Ugh.” She fell to the chair. “I got my work cut out for me.”

  Chapter Three

  I met everyone at dinner that night. We sat at a long table, filled with pretty dishes and shiny cutlery. Animals were at my feet, waiting for scraps of food, which Abby and Madison provided, much to Constance’s chagrin. The family matriarch sat on the end dressed in a black dress with a string of pearls around her neck. Carmen was to my right and her parents were across from us. I hadn’t seen her father, Joseph, in years, and he was almost exactly as I remembered with dark, gray tinged hair, strong facial features, and an athletic build. His attention was focused on me, which was disconcerting.

  I’d come down wearing a sundress my mother had made; the multicolored, ensemble was modest and comfortable, while Carmen wore a sparkly silver top with tiny black shorts. She looked so cool and sophisticated that I felt twinges of jealousy. Her shoulder-length hair was styled to perfection, while mine hung down my back, straight and boring.

  Earlier I had met Uncle Henry, who wasn’t as sociable and preferred to drink brandy and read. He wore a wrinkled suit and dark-rimmed glasses. “Pass the wine, please,” he requested gruffly.

  Christian, who was a family friend, blonde and handsome, handed him the bottle. “Here you go.”

  “Thank you, son.”

  Christian and Sonya had joined us by the pool. He had played the guitar and smoked a joint, which Carmen had shared with him. As a result, she’d behaved strangely all afternoon, giggling and looking bleary-eyed. The narcotic effects of the drug were slowly wearing off.

  Carmen flung a heaping spoonful of mashed potatoes onto her plate. “I’m freaking starving. Pass the meat, please.”

  “So your family’s in Ithaca?” asked Joseph.

  I nodded.

  “In the same house?
”

  “Yes.”

  “They go to that church still?”

  “Yes.”

  “Your dad’s teaching, right?”

  “Yes.”

  “And you’re heading to college?”

  “I am.”

  “Which one?”

  “Mercy College.”

  This announcement left him unimpressed. “What are you doing there?”

  “Education. I might teach.”

  “You seem unsure.”

  Everyone’s eyes were on me. “I’m…probably.”

  “Teaching what?”

  “Elementary school.”

  “Was that your decision or your parents?”

  I glanced at Carmen, hoping that she would intervene and save me from this interrogation. She had just crammed a spoonful of mashed potatoes into her mouth. “I…a…it was my decision.” Actually, it hadn’t been at all. I didn’t know what I wanted as a future career, but I had to do something, and going to school would get me out of the house and away from my mother.

  “I see.” He took a sip of wine, eyeing me. A slightly perplexed, yet interested expression was on his face.

  “Teaching is a marvelous occupation,” said Rose. “You mustn’t frown on it, Joseph.”

  “I’m not. If it was what she really wanted to do. I don’t get the feeling it is.”

  “She’s young,” said Roberta. “She’ll figure it out.”

  “What the hell is Mercy College anyway?” asked Sonya.

  I was going to speak, but Carmen beat me to it. “Religious shit.”

  “Oh…fun.” She rolled her eyes. “Good times will be happening there.”

  “There’s nothing wrong with religious colleges,” said Uncle Henry. “An education is an education.”

  “I beg to differ,” said Joseph. “An education is supposed to open your mind, broaden your horizons. It shouldn’t reinforce limited thinking.”

  “Tell that to congress,” quipped Grandpa Fred.

  “Don’t get me started,” warned Joseph.

  “No talk of God or politics at the dinner table,” said Constance. “Quit offending our houseguest. If you don’t stop, I’ll make you eat in the kitchen.” She winked at me, smiling.

  Joseph glanced at her. “That leaves us with almost nothing to talk about, honey.”

  “Oh, that’s not true.”

  I was thankful that the focus was off me for the moment. I hated feeling singled out and questioned. After dinner, Carmen and I watched a movie with Christian and Sonya, while Abby and Madison scampered in and out, always with animals at their feet. When the show was over, Carmen and I went to the kitchen and shared a slice of coconut cake, which was delicious. We went for a walk in the gardens afterward.

  Carmen skipped ahead down the path. “Let’s see who’s up to mischief, shall we?”

  I ran to catch up. “What do you mean?”

  “Shhh…” She held a finger to her mouth. “Someone’s always doing something they’re not supposed to at High Bridge.” We approached the art studio; the barn-like structure was hidden in the furthest corner of the garden, near the woods. “I bet naughty things are happening in here.”

  “How do you know?”

  She giggled, “Be quiet now.”

  We peeked through a window at the dimly illuminated interior. Easels and art supplies took up the space with huge canvases stacked against the walls. Drop cloths were all over the floor.

  “Oh,” she whispered. “I see ‘em. Gotcha.” A naked couple was on a blanket, kissing. It looked like Sonya and Christian. “I knew it,” Carmen giggled. “Those dirty birds. For shame.”

  Sonya sat on him. Then she thrust her hips back and forth. He gripped her, guiding her as she threw her head back and moaned, the sound echoing in the cavernous space. Her breasts bounced with the motion of her body; the nipples looked like hard pieces of candy.

  I glanced at Carmen. “W-we shouldn’t be watching this.”

  “Why not? What else is there to do?”

  “Oh, God, baby, fuck me,” a male voice moaned.

  The muscles in my tummy contracted, an eruption of tingles fanning out to every region of my body. I knew it was wrong to sneak up on people and watch an act of intimacy, but…it was exciting. I’d never seen R rated movies before or read books with sex in them. The only breasts I had ever experienced were my own, up until today. I stared at them often after a bath or a shower, marveling at their fullness and enjoying the hardness of my nipples. The way I looked naked made my pussy tingle and dampness appear between my legs. I fingered myself to climax almost every night. I’d been doing it for years. It was my dirty secret.

  You’d better never admit that, Jess. That’s a sin. “We should go,” I whispered.

  “Not yet. She hasn’t cum yet.”

  Morbid curiosity had me staring at the fornicating couple. Sonya’s buttocks thrust back and forth, the globes rounded and firm. The tempo had increased dramatically. Her moans filled the barn, the sound of sex teasing me, creating even more tingles.

  “She’s getting close.”

  I swallowed the lump in my throat. My pussy had begun to throb distractingly, and my panties felt damp. My nipples rubbed against my bra, feeling achy and sore. The sound of female screams tore through my consciousness, Sonya convulsing over him, head back and breasts heaving.

  “What did I tell ya.” Carmen smirked. “Will she suck him off now?”

  “I’ve no idea,” I whispered. I pressed my forehead against the window, breathing deeply and creating patches of fog on the glass. I stared at the couple, watching their every move, as Sonya slid from him, exposing a glistening, rigid shaft. She closed her lips over it.

  “Yeah. Ooohhh…yeah…” he groaned.

  “I knew it! Aha! She’s gonna suck him off.”

  The pulsing in my pussy was becoming almost unbearable. Creamy sludge dribbled to the insides of my panties, indicating an extraordinary state of arousal. It was so dirty to think like this, to be like this. I had only ever entertained these thoughts under the covers of my bed, in the safety of my room, with a wooden cross over my head.

  “We should go.”

  “Yeah, in a sec. He’s gonna blow any minute.”

  Sonya sucked his cock, sometimes taking him so deep, her mouth met up with his pelvis. He groaned repeatedly, a pleasure-pained expression on his face. Every move was natural and unhurried. She seemed to enjoy eating and sucking on him, the sloppy sounds reaching my ears. His hands went to her head, pushing her down, choking sounds emerging. He did this over and over, until he groaned and pulled himself free.

  “Here we go.” White streams of fluid shot out, splashing Sonya in the face. She held out her tongue. “Oh, yeah. She’s gonna eat it all.” Several squirts landed in her mouth.

  “What does it taste like?” How could you ask something like that?

  “Kinda gross and salty.”

  “You’ve h-had it before?”

  “Yeah,” she laughed. “Don’t look at me like that. It’s fun. You’ve no idea.”

  “We should head back.”

  “She’s eating every last bit. What a dirty whore.” Carmen grabbed my arm. “Come on. Race ya!”

  We thundered down the gravel path, sprinting towards the house. Once in my room, I brushed my teeth and slid into bed, feeling the dampness in my pussy and knowing I was going to finger myself. The scene from the barn seemed to flash through my mind, in blow-by-blow, vivid detail. My hand drifted to my belly, and I couldn’t wait to touch myself and find relief, having been aroused for the last hour.

  The door opened. “Are you sleeping?” a voice asked. It was Carmen.

  Damn! Go away!

  “Almost.”

  “I hate this house sometimes. It’s creepy.” She slid into bed with me.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I can’t sleep.”

  Oh, no! Go away!

  “I have to ask you something.”

  “What?”


  “Did watching them turn you on?”

  “Huh?”

  “You heard me. Did it turn you on? You looked weird after.”

  God. This was embarrassing. “No.”

  “Liar. I’m turned on. You have to be too.” She felt around under the covers, touching my hip.

  “What are you doing?” Alarm raced through me.

  “Have you ever thought about sex with a girl?”

  “Are you serious?”

  “Yeah, why not?”

  “I-I didn’t know you were a lesbian.” My heart picked up a few extra beats.

  “I’m not. I’m just horny.”

  “Um, I can’t help you with that.”

  “Yeah, you could. We could…touch each other.”

  “Th-that’s dirty.”

  “No it isn’t. There’s nobody here. It’s only us.”

  The thought of having her fingers in me had set off a rush of sensation that I was wholly unprepared to deal with. The dampness of my crotch, the achiness of my breasts, and her wicked insinuations were wreaking havoc with my morals. My body was behaving like a traitorous bitch, entirely uncooperative and demanding. Her hand was on my hip, beneath my nightgown, touching my skin, which felt like it was burning from the inside out. We were alone in the dark in the privacy of my room. The only thing missing was the cross hanging over my head.

  Chapter Four

  As her fingers gently kneaded my tummy, sending sparks of pleasure-filled shivers through me, I knew I would give in. Not only because my body burned with need, the throbbing in my pussy creating a gush of moisture, but, because I wanted her to touch me, even though I knew it was a sin and I would have to go to church and confess.

  “Have you ever fucked a girl before?” she whispered.

  “No.”

  “It’s nice.” Her hand massaged me gently, moving in circular motions. Hot breath was in my neck, near my ear. “I’m not a pervert, Jess. I just like girls sometimes.”

  “I…didn’t think you were a pervert.”

  Soft kisses fell on my cheek. “Have you ever kissed a girl?”