Message-ID: <8520eli$9802161245@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Andrew Roller Subject: Summer of Sin part 12 of 12 (NND) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: roller666@earthlink.net Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <34E7A3F5.420F@earthlink.net> --------------------------------------------------------------- PROBLEMS? Please try viewing this with Netscape Navigator. --------------------------------------------------------------- _/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/ Andrew Roller Presents NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS in SUMMER OF SIN _/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/ Chapter Twelve Brad left for college. The summer dwindled to a close. I would have to return to America soon, but Rebecca wanted me to enjoy one last fling. Her eyes were bright. She kissed my cheek and told me we would be going to a “Honeymoon Party.” “Who is getting married?” I asked. “No one,” Rebecca answered. “It’s just a name for it. A nice name for a party in August, don’t you think? You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.” “Oh, I do!” I said. “But I don’t want to have to take my clothes off.” Rebecca turned. She was standing in front of a mirror, brushing her hair. She wore a tight pair of jeans. The knees were slit open, as were the sides of her jeans, along the hips. Through the rips I could see her bare skin. It was unusual, gazing especially at her hips, where, peeking through the torn-open gashes, one could see her bare flesh. She wore no panties. The rips in her new jeans, along the hips, only extended along the bell-shaped curve of her hips. Below, her thighs were concealed, as were her calves. Her knees showed through the holes in the front of her pants, of course. At the ankle of each pants-leg there was a small, half inch rip along the side, as if to promise that it might, somehow, extend all the way up to the rip along the sides of her hips. Rebecca smiled at me. She tossed her long lovely hair. Its brown strands tumbled down over her blouse. It was a see-through blouse. It was black. Beneath, she wore a frilly white bra. Rebecca put down her brush and picked up a white ribbon off the top of her bureau. She tied it into her hair. “I can’t promise anything,” Rebecca told me. “What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked. I looked up at her boldy. My snub nose wrinkled with childish indignity. Rebecca laughed. It was high and lilting. “I didn’t organize the party,” Rebecca said. “But the hostess did decide to call it a ‘Honeymoon Party.’” She picked up the invitation off the top of her bureau. She showed it to me. It was a small, discreet card. It was white, with a white lace ribbon hanging down the side. I took it and opened it. Inside, it read: For those who didn’t get married in June, But are humming a bridal tune, A party most private, Wherein one may find it, And enjoy newlywed bliss, And love’s sweet kiss, In surroundings most sweet, Filled with good things to eat! “That’s the worst poetry I ever read,” I told my aunt. “Go put on something nice and be ready to go in fifteen minutes,” my aunt said. “Oh, alright!” I gasped. I handed her the invitation. I felt conflicted. I would be sore in the morning, if the party was anything like the invitation promised. I’d told Brad before he left for college that I was going to be his one true love. Now, it looked like I wouldn’t be. “I’m going to be a strumpet,” I said frankly to Rebecca. “And you are, too.” Rebecca laughed. “We’re not charging money for it,” Rebecca said. “Would you prefer to stay home and read the encyclopedia?” “No,” I said. “Then get ready,” Rebecca said. She turned and began brushing her hair again. “If you don’t like any of the guys, don’t do anything.” “What if I like the guys but you don’t?” I asked. “Then we come home,” Rebecca said. She gazed at herself in the mirror. “Even if I like the guys?” I asked. “You’re only 13, darling,” Rebecca said. “I’m in charge of you, even if I am more liberal than your parents would be.” “That’s no fair,” I said. “When you’re 19 you can make decisions for yourself,” Rebecca told me. “When I’m 18 I can do whatever I want,” I replied. “True,” Rebecca said. “Hurry up and quit bickering. Who said I’m not going to like any of the guys, anyway?” “I dunno,” I said. “I just wanted to clear it up.” “Well, now you have your answer,” Rebecca said. “No more silly questions.” We travelled in a cab to a large home. We were met at the door by a woman. She was a born-again Christian and told us she would save us from masturbation. 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