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When Greg returned from his run and showered, she was in the gym. He read the paper as he ate his breakfast. When she finished and came into the kitchen, they both were a little withdrawn. She asked if she could have a massage after a quick shower and he said certainly. He had already massaged her three times, and should not have felt uncomfortable, but after last night... He went through the usual working of her arms, neck, shoulders, and back, then started with her feet, working up to her thighs. As he was finishing her thighs and was about to stop, she asked sleepily, "Do my butt, too, please." He had not touched this area and was about to object when he remembered what he had learned about her sensitivity to rejection. Not having seen Alex do this area, he improvised, and, judging by her slight squirming response, he must have done all right. When he again thought he was done, she suddenly turned over and lay on her back. "Do my front, too, please." "Where?" "The front of my legs, my hips, my sides, my shoulders, everywhere." He started with her temples and forhead, moved down to her neck, out over her shoulders, and on to her upper chest. She sensed he was about to move to her legs, grabbed both his hands, and placed them on her breasts. "I want to be oiled everywhere!" He worked it into her soft, heavy globes. He circled his oily palms over the nipples, making her gasp and squirm. The rolls on her belly and sides moved about and shook under his hands as he rubbed in the oil. "I'm sorry for the flab. It won't be there for long, now." He said nothing, but patted her cheek lightly in reassurance. Reaching her waist, he moved down to her feet and moved up the fronts of her legs. As he did her upper thighs and the fronts of her hips, she squirmed constantly, and he started to detect the odor of arousal. He was about to ask her if she wanted him to bring her off, but decided to say nothing. Facing her feet, he oiled up his right hand, put his left hand under her right knee, and pulled her knee up and out, opening up her pussy. He placed his open, oily hand right on her mound and started rubbing in the oil. "Oh, yesss! Don't stop, please!" He spent a few minutes just massaging her whole groin area, applying more oil frequently. Soon, he felt her moving to try to get her sensitive spots under his hand. By now she had brought her other knee up and out, opening herself lewdly. He turned around to face her head and inserted a finger into her. After a few strokes he eased in another finger and began stroking more vigorously, hooking them slightly upward to stroke her sensitive spot. He placed his thumb right on her clit, eliciting a long hiss from her. As he continued stroking, the thumb rubbed her clit back and forth. She built up quickly, and when felt her just begin to stiffen, he slowed the pace until he felt her tension ease back from the brink. He found the pace that held her just below the no return point and held it there for a good five minutes. She didn't say anything, but he could tell she was now desperate to come. Deciding to take her all the way, he let his ring finger trail down so it slid across her oily asshole on each stroke, and increased the pace. Within a minute she went over, grabbing his wrist with both hands, slamming her thighs tightly together and convulsing in almost a dolphin stroke on the table. His fingers barely stayed in her and his thumb left her clit, but he kept on stroking until she stopped shaking, shuddered a few times, heaved a huge sigh, and went limp. Silent tears began coursing down her cheeks. "Hey, I'm sorry if..." "No, no, it's ok! You've got to understand about tears, Greg. I am just happy and overwhelmed. I've never come that hard before. Adam never made me come at all. I had to do it myself. He looked down and was almost surprised to see that his hand was still clamped in her crotch, fingers still partially inserted. He made to pull away, but she still had her hands on his arm. "Please, just a little longer." He put his other hand on her breast and kneaded it gently. Finally, she said "Thank you," released his hand, and got up off the table. "Now I need another shower. I'm too limp to do laps to clean off." "Shannon, I felt bad last night after you went to your room. You got me off but I didn't do anything for you. I wanted to apologize earlier, but I couldn't figure out how." "Well, you just found the best possible way." She giggled. "But really, I didn't want anything more last night. You made me feel so alive, so important, I almost floated to my room. I have to change the sheets today because I didn't wash off your cum. It made the experience last into my dreams." ***** When Julia arrived that evening, Shannon greeted her as if it were her house. Greg was bemused, but decided this was a good thing. It was an exceptionally nice evening, and they decided to go for a swim, eat by the pool, and spend the whole evening in their swimsuits, except for Shannon, of course. The conversation was light and general, staying away from the plan and its progress. Julia, who was a very aware, well read person, drew Shannon into talking about the week's major news events. At this point, she knew the facts of what had been happening, but had not formed many opinions on the meaning and impact of the events. He loved watching Julia's interviewing expertise at work, remembering how she had drawn from him thoughts and feelings he didn't even realize were buried in his psyche. He recalled all too vividly the pain as they came out, then the freedom as together they worked them over. He could see her drawing opinions from Shannon that he doubted Shannon realized she held. It was mostly a two-person conversation for quite a while, but he was in no way bored. He had the sense of watching a really good mind starting its slow emergence from a quagmire of anger, self-loathing, emotional deprivation, and chemical bombardment. Shannon was quick to grasp Julia's questions and respond. Then she seemed surprised at the response she had made. It was as if she had been unaware her mind could operate at this level. He was getting the idea that the hot tub was where everything important happened, because when they got in, Julia immediately began asking about progress. Shannon started to relate how she was doing in studies and on her workouts, but Julia wasn't interested in that. "Not to ignore how hard you are working, but I want to know what's happening with Shannon. What were the big events of the week? What was the hardest thing you did last week?" "Oh, meeting Alex almost killed me. I was sure death by embarrassment was possible. Here's this absolute hunk of a man, and I have to meet him naked, with fat rolls hanging all over. There were several times when I actually couldn't breathe. Then, I had to do this machine where I open and close my legs. Can you imagine what that is like?" "So, how did he treat you?" "You know, I think that is the only reason I survived. He was a perfect gentleman and he talked to me like a person, not just a subject. He even stood behind me when I did that leg machine, not that there was anything he couldn't see some other time. He did a lot of little things that showed he respected me, fat and all. And the massage! Do you know that was my first, ever? I'll tell you, if you want a fabulous feeling, call Alex! Do it naked, though. It makes it even better. My only problem was fear he might smell me." Giggle. "I asked you for your worst experience, but you're positively gushing about it. It doesn't sound like it was really bad at all. Tell me, would you rather have met Alex in a workout suit?" "Of course! Hey, that's a trick question. If it wasn't for the plan, I would never have met him at all." "I can't wait to hear you best from the week." "I got this huge naked hug from Daddy and I made him hard!" Greg thought Julia's jaw was going to catch water, it dropped so low. She stared open-mouthed for the longest time, then, "You mean he was naked, too?" At Shannon's energetic nod, "Details! Please!" Together, they replayed a fairly detailed account of Saturday evening's visit. Julia listened in fascination, and apparently some nervousness, since she was increasingly squirming in her place in the tub. They stopped at the point where her parents left. "I get the feeling you are not comfortable with what went on. You look really nervous." "Nervous? Hell, I'm horny. That is the most erotic tale I've heard in a long time." "Well, it's not quite over, yet." "Shannon, don't..." "You said we had to talk it over with Julia. She needs to know what happened. Besides, it was really a tie for the best thing of the week." From Julia, "I've got to hear this. Tell me." "After my folks left, Greg didn't get dressed while we cleaned up. We were standing in the kitchen and I told him I liked it when he was naked, and I asked him for a hug. He was leaning against the counter and held out his arms to me. I came over and hugged him tight, but was careful not to touch his penis. Then he grabbed my butt and pushed his penis right into my belly. I started rubbing him with my fat and he got hard. I got him pointing up and kept rubbing and he came all over my front." "HE WHAT?" "He came. I felt him getting close and he tried to push me away, but I begged and he let me finish him. I think he was ready from all the stuff that had happened before." "Did he, um, do you?" "Not then. I just went right off to sleep with his cum all over me. Julia, it made me feel so wonderful! This morning, he got me off after my massage." There being no corners on the hot tub, Greg could not find a hiding place. He was so embarrassed his pulse was thumping. He glanced at Julia, who was staring at him with her mouth still open." "You guys didn't..." He croaked out, "No. You've heard everything." As he continued to watch her, Julia's mouth closed, her expression changed, and he saw a definite twinkle in her eyes. "I'm supposed to be a paid professional here, but you've got me acting more like a window peeper. Shannon, I don't want to offend you, but could you give Greg and me a few minutes alone, please." "Oh, oh! Are you going to figure out a punishment for me. Spanking would be good!" Giggle. And she went off toward the house. "What the hell were you thinking, Greg. This has escalated out of control all of a sudden." "I know that, and believe me I didn't not seek out anything like this. You should have seen her after the hug from her Dad. When she fondled him, it was like the frightened, depressed, self-hating Shannon I got into this plan was suddenly replaced by the vibrant, out-going Shannon from my childhood. Only she was starved. Starved for contact. There was hardly a minute the rest of the night when she wasn't pressed up against one of her folks. And starved for sex. She was so thrilled at Jim's erection! She was like a kid at Christmas. And I don't think she is starved for intercourse. I sense that she has had plenty of that, and it is not all positive. She's starved for the fun, gentle, loving parts that I don't think she has ever had." "Look, I'm not the shrink here, but I was there, and I had to decide. Do you know what she asked me? 'Greg, can you hug fat?' What were my possible responses, and what would they have done to her? I could sense she was set up for rejection, so I had to hug her, right. I was really trying to think of what would hurt her least. Then she came into my arms and gave me a fairly polite hug, at least as polite as bare boobs against bare chest can be. I could just sense that she really wanted it sexual. I really struggled with myself. I was both horny and terribly embarrassed. I knew I would probably get hard, but it never crossed my mind I might come. Apparently, she could tell, and she was almost desperate to make it happen." "It wasn't your worst experience of the week, either, huh?" Giggle. "Hey, no fair!" "Do you know you are really cute when you are embarrassed?" "Do you know how much a guy hates to be called cute?" "Of course I know. I'm a shrink! Seriously, you might as well do this shrink bit yourself, here. You have nailed it exactly as far as what she needs. I really did notice a huge change in her demeanor tonight. About this morning, though. Why did you do her?" "I guess I believe in the Golden Rule, especially when it comes to relations with women. Also, I thought it was part of her need. She needs to know she can please someone else, but she also needs to know someone is willing to please her. Julia, I will have intercourse with her, but only if you convince me it is the best thing for her progress." "Otherwise, would you not want to because of her weight?" "That's not it at all. I like beauty in a woman, but I also like the woman herself. I like Shannon again, even though I really didn't at the start. The fat wouldn't keep me from expressing my affection for her. My real concern is her future. I am not her future husband, at least as far as I know now. She doesn't think so, either. When she meets her future husband, and I meet her future husband, I don't want to have to lie about or explain away anything that happened while she was with me." "Two other reasons: I put the no sex clause in the contract, and I think some part of that document should still stay in force." Chuckle. "Also, I love Shannon, and I have told her so. But I am not 'in love' with her in the romantic sense." "Would you never sleep with a woman you were not 'in love' with?" Wondering where that question came from, he replied "I didn't mean to imply that at all. It was just one of the reasons with Shannon. There are definitely women I have strong feelings for that I would love to sleep with. But that has to work both ways." "But you would sleep with Shannon if I recommended it?" "Only after I had given you the third degree so I really understood and believed it was the best thing." "You didn't really believe nudity was the best thing when I suggested it, did you?" "Point taken." "I have to use the potty. I'll bring Shannon back with me when I come." When all three were back in the tub, Julia resumed her professional demeanor. "Do both of you agree that you are not going to be married in the future?" Having discussed it themselves, they agreed readily. "Do you want to continue the kind of sexual play that has started?" "I really do!" Shannon replied. "I feel like I have found a whole new world I didn't know was out there. I don't want to be a slut or anything, but it is just so close and intimate and...and...and connected when I arouse someone." "What about you, Greg?" "I like the intimacy, too. My one concern is that I am supposed to be helping Shannon reach some goals. I don't want anything to hinder that." "Fair enough. I think the intimate play is harmless, and even beneficial for Shannon. We just need to agree on some limits. My suggestion is this: anything goes, EXCEPT intercourse, oral sex, or sleeping in the same bed together. Does that sound like something you can live with?" Both agreed readily. All were quite warm from an extended time in the tub and they moved to the lounge chairs for a while. "Anything big coming up this week?" "You could say that," replied Shannon. "The kids are each going to be here for about a day, and Janie is going to stay overnight." "And how do you feel about that?" She looked puzzled as Greg started to laugh. "It's just that you almost never do the cliched shrink lines, but you just did. Sorry to interrupt." Julia good-naturedly laughed with him. Shannon spoke up. "I'm scared shitless! Again. I should almost be used to it by now, but this one will be particularly hard." "What are you going to do while they are here?" "I've thought a lot about that. The whole idea is to convince them that I am really trying to change into a real mother. I'm going to go through my regular busy day. They can swim and exercise along with me if they want to, and maybe even help me with my studies. Sure, I'll take some time for just them, especially the time I would usually talk to them on the phone. Do you think that is a good approach?" "I think it is very wise. About Terry. Are you going to do anything different? Wear bottoms? Anything?" "Unless you tell me different, no. This will be harder even than Dad or Alex, but after hearing Mom and Dad talk about family modesty and such, I am going to do it. Look, he's fourteen, and unless he's got something going on I don't know about, he has never even seen a live boob. He's on the wrestling team and the locker room talk must be awfully hard for him. When he goes back to school, he will for sure not have any questions about a woman's body. I think he will have more respect for the girls that way, and they will like him better for it. I want him to grow up like Dad, or Greg, or Alex. I'm afraid I've got some big time catching up to do in the sex education area." "Wow! You have really though this through. How about his embarrassment? He'll probably be constantly hard. How will you get him through that?" "Hmmm. Guess I'll just hit it right up front. Tell him I understand and that it's a good thing. Before too long, I am going see him naked, probably with a hardon. Also, I want the three of us to be together naked, too. Hell, I want my kids to come to one of our naked Saturday nights! Do you think that will hurt them?" "Nooo. Just be aware that it is a long way from where they are now. One other important question: will they know you are naked before they see you?" "I hadn't planned for them to. Do you think the shock will be too great?" "I'm not sure. You might consider having Greg tell them in the car on the way up. I don't think it should be your mother who tells them. You could tell them on the phone, too, if you decide to let them know. I personally think having Greg tell them would be the best strategy." "Thanks a bunch!" "Hey, I have to show them my pussy. All you have to do is explain. Don't be such a wimp! I think I have had enough of Sunday. I'm going to bed." She gave Julia a quick kiss without hugging her. Julia took the initiative and drew her down for a firm but 'polite' hug. Greg stood and gave her a warm hug and a quick kiss on the lips, and she went off to the house. Her departure was followed by several minutes of nothing but outdoor night sounds. "I never envisioned our plan progressing like this, Greg." "But is it bad? Are we succeeding for Shannon? Look at what has happened in the relationship area in just two weeks! You say it's not going like we thought, but I really never knew what to think. Could it be that the real Shannon is a lot stronger than we knew, and that it is easier to bring her out than we thought it would be." "Well, you're with her all the time. You're probably right. I kind of envy you the chance to see someone blossom like this. It doesn't happen like that in my business most of the time." "I really believe your nudity idea is the key. It certainly has accelerated the healing of family relationships. Right now, Shannon is probably less affected by it than I am." "Hmmm. Thank you for the complement." Another long pause. "Greg, how about your relationships? Do these emotional Saturday nights make you wish you could experience the same kind of healing." "Surprisingly, I really hadn't made that connection. I guess I am so focused on Shannon and so in awe of Caroline and Jim that my so-called family never entered the picture. I honestly do think of the Randolphs as more my family than anything." "But, don't you think there will always be a hole in your life if you don't try for some sort of resolution." "What's to resolve? I know absolutely nothing about my father. He wisely boogied before I was aware. He left me to survive with those three bitches who thought I existed to give them an outlet for their anger at the male species." "How come you don't hate women. In fact you seem to love and respect them far more than most men." "That's easy. Caroline. And Jim, too. And Shannon as a girl. I tell you, there was so much love and respect in that house you could feel it pouring out the doors. Without trashing my mother and sisters, they somehow convinced me that theirs was the real world, and my house was just a nightmare. My mother didn't mind my eating over there most of the time. She didn't want to fix what a boy needed, anyway. They were so into their bodies that spaghetti or a hamburger were considered obscene. Jim bought all of my sports equipment and they came to my games just like Ted's. I would have had no sports career without him. A car was out of the question, so Jim got a fourth one and insured it so I could use it when I needed to." "Wasn't there anything positive about your home life." "The positive was that my real home life was at the Randolph's. Probably the only good thing about going to my own house was the skin show. They didn't see why they should do anything to cover up just because they were stuck with a boy in the house." "Were they really exhibitionistic?" "I don't think they thought of it that way. They just didn't wear clothes a lot of the time. No clothes. They would parade around as if I wasn't there, then get pissed if they caught me looking. My sisters would sometimes gang up on me, jerk down my pants, and laugh at my erection. When I got bigger, I could fend them off. A few times I slapped their bare asses, hard. My mother had major fits at that, but it stopped the harassment. They didn't wear any more clothes, but I could watch in peace." "I'll bet your house was poplular with your friends." "Never brought a single one there. My mother wouldn't allow it. That was their sanctuary." "Did your mother parade around naked, too?" "She was almost the worst. When she would get a little drunk, she might come naked into the family room when I was watching TV, flop into a chair with her legs spread and light up. I often gave up on the TV and just went to my room." "Were they good looking?" "I guess my sisters were considered foxes at school, and my mother was constantly bragging about her cheerleading days. My mental image is that of Cinderalla's ugly sisters. Beauty has to be as much from inside as just face and figure." "That's such a wonderful thing to hear from a man. Did you feel that Jenna was beautiful inside and out?" "Oooof! Going for the jugular again, eh, Doc? I know you are not a Jenna fan and you think I am well rid of her. From just the last two weeks with Shannon, I am starting to believe you are right. You've said that Jenna was a fool for leaving me. I probably served my term as a fool for falling in love with her and marrying her. I really think she somehow just changed, though. You knew her when things were still good between us. Did you sense a problem ahead?" "Not specifically. But I did feel that her personality was not as firmly anchored as I would have wished for you. Turns out I was right." "Yeah." Long, friendly pause. "Where is you fam...er, where are you mother and sisters now? When was your last contact with them?" "I have no idea where they are, and care less. It has been at least ten years since I even heard anything about them, and that was indirectly. If they ever found out what has happened to me, I'm afraid they would be all over me for my money. You would see a turnaround like nothing in recorded history. For the record. Caroline and Jim are my parents, and Shannon is my sister. That has been brought home to me strongly these last few weeks. I am at peace with that, and have no desire to resurrect anything else. Does that make me a psychiatric freak?" "Not at all. You are fortunate to have such wonderful people there for you. I think I finally realize why you so strongly wanted to help Shannon. I am delighted things are looking so positive." "Julia, something else I wanted to talk about. You are a wonderful friend in so many ways. Over all these years, we have never even made suggestive comments or told off-color jokes to each other. Tonight when all this sex talk was going on I felt like I had somehow dirtied our relationship. I was really chagrined to have you hear about what happened between Shannon and I. I'm sorry if it offended you, and I hope you don't think I'm some kind of pervert." She broke into all out laughter. Greg didn't know what to think, but just waited it out. Finally, "Do you think I'm a nun? For the record, I am a normal, healthy woman who absolutely loves sex. And I could never think of you as a pervert. You are one of the most decent, considerate men I know. I am just thrilled to know that sometimes the good guys win. You have never, ever made a suggestive comment to me, and I just responded in kind. Your experiences last night were erotic and beautiful, and, frankly, I wish it could have been me. Hey, close your mouth! There might just be a few bugs flying around." 'Don't try to figure them out,' he had to remind himself from Jim's wisdom. Just enjoy the ride! Was it him? Was it the house? What was having this amazing effect on all the women who came here? Well, not all the women. "Julia, what can you tell me about Yvonne? I figured out that she was a patient." Total silence, then, "Um, did she tell you that?" "No, she really hasn't talked to me much." "Well, IF she was a patient, I couldn't even acknowledge that. Are you interested in her?" "I certainly could be. She is bright and attractive, make that stunning, and seems to be a really caring person. I have been really impressed with how she has worked with Shannon. Right now, though, she is really aloof, almost cold, to me. It bothers me why she might feel that way. At first, I thought it was the nudity thing, but that seems to be resolved. There just seems to be something else there." "Why don't you ask her out? Get to know her better. Find out for yourself." "I haven't asked a woman out since the divorce. I guess I would like to ask her. So far, there hasn't been time to even think about it, though." The conversation died, and a few minutes later, Julia said she had to leave. Monday Shannon was down over four pounds again Monday morning. His continued warning that it was too fast a loss to maintain did not dent her enthusiasm. Since Monday was her workout-free day, she decided to do a heavy study session. While she sat at the computer in the study, he went to his room to call Caroline. He was nervous about the call, but knew it was important. He would have to reveal embarrassing things about himself to Caroline, but it was for Shannon, and he knew she would not think ill of him. After a brief greeting, he dove right in. "Julia thinks that the hug Jim gave Shannon was incredibly perceptive and courageous. That and your stripping for her are the biggest events so far in helping to bring out the real Shannon. We described to Julia everything that happened Saturday in some detail. When Shannon was not there, Julia and I discussed what to do about it. We agreed that she is just starved for intimacy. It is very important to let her touch and hug all she wants. We should initiate some hugs, as well as accepting them. When we hug her, we must wait for her to break it up. Right now, breaking away might be taken by her as rejection. As much rapid progress as she seems to have made, she is still fragile." "Shannon is a very sexual person. She has had too little real satisfaction in her sex life, and has almost completely repressed her desires of late. Getting Jim aroused was more important to her than we realized. It opened the possibility that sex could be joyful, friendly, open, and non-threatening. Hard as it may be, we have to let her have these little sexual discoveries and new experiences. To her, sexual play is the ultimate intimacy, and she craves it. It is a way of expressing love." "Are you saying we should turn Saturday nights into orgies?" "No, not at all. She wouldn't want that, either. It's too serious. She used the phrase play, but not foreplay." "When did she say that?" "Um, well, Caroline, I need to tell you about some things that have happened. This is going to be embarrassing for me, and I hope you won't be offended." "Greg, I am naked as I talk to you. It won't offend me. Just relax. I respect you and love you too much to be upset at what you tell me." "Okay. Well, after you left, I didn't dress. We were both in the kitchen and I was leaning against the counter. She asked me, 'Greg, can you hug fat?' What was I supposed to do about that question." "She was really laying herself open, wasn't she? I hope you didn't reject her!" "She looked like she was expecting rejection, and I just couldn't. I didn't want to, either. I was starting to understand her starvation for hugs, and I knew the sexual contact was important to her. Anyway, I gave her a real sexy hug. Like Jim did only more so because I knew beforehand what would probably happen. At least I thought I did. I pulled her tight to me and pushed my, er, my..." "Your cock, Greg, your cock." Giggle. "...right into her belly. She started moving her belly back and forth against me and I got aroused." "You got hard. You can say it to me. I want to hear it." "Yeah. She got my, my cock straight up between us and really started rubbing it with her belly. Caroline, I'm ashamed to admit it, but, I...I..., well, I went off." "You came!? On her stomach? From her rubbing against you? Oh, my God!" "I tried to push her away, but she was like she was desperate to make it happen. When it was over, she was just ecstatic. It was apparently the biggest possible ego boost she could have had. I didn't understand it all, but in talking about it with Julia, it must be a way for her to affirm her self-worth. A way to prove she is still a woman. Are you shocked? Angry?" "Shocked? Absolutely! I'm not angry, though. It was the same reaction as with Jim, only taken a step farther. He and I have talked about it a lot, and came to the same kind of conclusions about her need for intimacy and sexual play. We also think she is going through some of the same sexual discovery a teenager usually does. You're right about her sexual history not being that positive. We think a part of this rebirth that is happening is sexual rebirth. That puts a lot of responsibility on you and us to make sure she gets a completely positive experience this time." "Caroline, you don't know how right you are!" He told her about the evenings events. He heard her sniffle on the other end of the line. "Oh, that is so sweet. How wonderful that she could experience that. I am so happy she wants that. It is such an important part of our life. Thank you so much for allowing her to experience it." "It was wonderful for me, too, as you can guess. But it was a discovery for me, too. Jenna and I did not have very much of that sexual play. Maybe if we had...Enough moping! There is one other important thing I need to tell you. You know how Shannon got me off by rubbing me with her belly? I am absolutely certain she will want to do that with Jim! It will be even more important to her than with me. Can you handle that? Can Jim handle that?" A dead line for many seconds. "Oooh, Greg! That's a step I hadn't thought of - her getting Jim off. I...I...oh boy! Orgasms are so intimate. I guess I always felt they belonged only in marriage." "I knew this would be a tough thing for you, and I wanted to let you have time to think about it and either prevent it from happening or help it along." "You mean, you actually think I should encourage it?" "It won't happen unless you do. Jim won't let it happen unless you tell him you want it to. It won't be enough to tell him it's all right. You'll have to make him believe you want it to happen." "But I'm not sure I do. You think this is really that important to Shannon?" "You just cannot believe her reaction after she did it to me. Making her father come will, to her, be the ultimate achievement in expressing her love for him, and at the same time affirming her womanhood. The only thing beyond would be intercourse, and neither Julia nor I think that is a threat. To her, intercourse is serious, committed sex, and for her, that has not all been good. Everything else is sexual play, love-sharing. That includes masturbation to orgasm. I am sure that is how she looks at it. She is probably wrestling with whether she dares do it to her Dad. I'll bet she will ask your permission before she tries." "If I decide to let it happen, what should I say to Jim?" "Don't tell him specifically what she might do. Just convince him that you encourage anything that might happen between them, anything at all. Discuss the reasons, and make sure he really believes you." "How much will it affect Shannon if this never happens?" "I can't really tell. She loves and respects you and Jim so much I think she will understand your scruples and not be damaged. I think she will feel it is a barrier to the closeness she is trying to achieve." "Thanks, Greg for telling me all this. I've got a lot to think about and talk to Jim about it." "I'll see you Wednesday morning to pick up Janie. Have the kids bring swimsuits, workout clothes, and books or something to fill some empty time. Shannon has decided to just let them follow her through her normal busy schedule. She will not be able to entertain them every minute. Oh, Janie needs to bring nightwear." ***** When Yvonne came at dinner time, she complimented Shannon on her loss, and on her discipline for staying with the eating plan. He watched Yvonne very closely after the brief conversation with Julia, hoping he would not be obvious. When the meal was finished and cleaned up, he invited Yvonne to stay and join them in a hot tub, a swim, or both. "Oh, no. I didn't bring a suit and I can't go, I mean, uh, no I'd better go." "We have some suits here, and I'll bet one would fit. It's a beautiful night to be outside." She stammered out another objection, and he quickly said "Maybe you would like plan on it next week and bring your own suit. If you want to, that is." Her face showed relief and she said she would see. As she was preparing to leave, Shannon talked to her. "Yvonne, I really wish you could stay for a while. I know one of the suits would look great on you. You don't need to be nervous around Greg. He is a really good guy, and he really respects women." "Thanks, Shannon, but I really have to leave. If he respects women so much, how can you let him keep you naked." "I couldn't stay naked if he wasn't so respectful and considerate. Much as I hated it, this nudity was the right thing to do. So many good things have happened because of it. Remember, he didn't want it either, but he's done everything he can to make it bearable." "You sound like you are in love with him." "No, that's not it. He's my best friend and I love him, but I'm not in love with him. He calls me his almost-sister and I like that. We were like that for fourteen years, then I screwed up big time for eighteen years, even totally rejected him. Now, he's doing all this to rescue me, and doesn't expect anything in return. Don't you think that's respect?" "Hmmm. Sounds too good to be true. Well, I have to go. Goodnight." Monday was her non-exercise day, but she just felt like she wanted some exercise. She did twenty minutes in the pool while he did some email. When she was finished in the pool, she came to get him in the study. "Will you join me for a hot tub?" Recalling her need for acceptance and closeness, he agreed and rose to leave the study. She put a hand on his arm to stop him. Then in a move so slick it seemed rehearsed, she unsnapped, unzipped, and pulled down his shorts, taking his underwear with them. He reflexively reached to pull them back up, but she grabbed his arm more firmly. "Don't. It won't hurt for you to at least do the hot tub naked with me. I bet before I came along, there weren't many swimsuits worn in there, right? Now arms up!" When he complied, she pulled his shirt over his head. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants. She took his hand and led him out of the room. Out on the patio, she walked tight to him, swinging their arms back and forth and giggling merrily. The contrasting bare backsides made quite a sight. He, lean and sinewy, wide shouldered and narrow hipped. She, heavier, much shorter, with fat areas jiggling as she walked. They sat in the tub with her still holding his hand and snuggling up tight to his arm. "Thank you" was all she said. They enjoyed the evening quiet for a while. She took his arm and placed it around her shoulder, turning to press her breasts against his side, one arm around his back. As he gave her a gentle squeeze and began tracing his hand gently over her back and side, she hummed contentedly. Using her free hand to push his legs apart slightly, she eased her hand under his balls and lifted them gently. After just nestling them without moving for a while, she set them gently down on the seat. With two fingers she took his still flaccid penis and sort of twirled it around in her fingers. Obviously, it started to harden, but she continued to twirl it and gently dance her fingers around it. "Every woman should have a nice cock and balls to play with. I always wanted to play for hours. Not foreplay, just play. I wanted to fall asleep just holding it. Feeling it go soft in my hand. When I played with Adam, it was always foreplay. When we were done, it was `don't touch.' Is it OK if I play with you for a while?" "You can't imagine how OK it is. Play all you want. Sorry it didn't stay soft for you." "I would be really pissed if it did." Giggle. He found that he could reach down to her bottom. Not quite able to reach her labia, he began tracing his finger lightly over the area around her anus and perineum, making her squirm and hum. Knowing there was no lubrication under the water, he just circled her rectum and pushed a finger gently against it, repeating the whole cycle over and over. His other hand easily reached the breast against his chest, and started alternating caressing it, kneading it, and rolling the nipple. She moved lazily between his shaft and his balls, causing wonderful sensations, but never in danger of causing ejaculation. They didn't keep it up for hours, but it was a long, satisfying time. "That was so sweet. It was just like my fantasy. Thank you so much. And thank you for playing with me so nicely. That wasn't even in my fantasy. But it will be from now on." "I need relief, and I'm sure you do. Do me, please. It won't take much. She got up and faced him, then put her knees on the bench on either side of him, hands on his shoulders. This put his face tight against her belly, her wide-spread crotch just below face level. Knowing what she wanted, he inserted fingers of one hand in her vagina and began stroking, while the thumb of the other hand worked her clit. She was right about not needing much, as she went off in only two or three minutes. The knowledge of what they were doing had kept him hard. Kneeling in front of him on the floor of the tub, she used one hand on his cock and the other on his balls and began a vigorous stroking. He lasted no longer than she had, wondering as he came if the tub's filter was designed to remove semen. She hugged him fiercely for a while, and they both went off to their rooms. After reading a few pages from a magazine, he was just about to turn off the light when she walked in. "I know this is off-limits to me, and I know we made an agreement with Julia, but I really want to fulfill the other part of my fantasy. Please?" Thinking he would probably regret it, he threw back the cover, indicating she could come in. She fairly skipped to the bed, got on it on her knees, and pulled off the boxers that were his warm weather nightwear. He turned off the light and lay on his side facing her. Using both hands, she cradled his balls and kneaded them gently, then twirled his penis. Having come recently, and being truly weary, he remained soft, which seemed to delight her. "You like her, dont' you?" came out of the blue, startling him from the pre-sleep trance he had fallen into. "Wha..? Who?" "You know who? Yvonne." "I would like to get to know her, but she doesn't seem to want anything to do with me." "I don't think it's you, Greg. I think it's men." "She's a lesbian? What a loss!" "I'm not sure it's that. You're really disappointed, aren't you?" "Not really. After all, I've only seen her a few times." "Liar! Don't forget, I've got a hold of the ultimate lie detector, here." Giggle. It was true. His penis had stiffened slightly as they talked. When would the weirdness end? Here he was in bed with a naked woman fondling him while she quizzed him about another woman. He doubted he could ever sleep like this, but there was no denying the pleasant sensations from her touch. It really was relaxing. Surprisingly soon, he drifted off, her hands still holding him. Shannon had thought she might sleep in his bed all night. He was so sweet to indulge her, although she was sure he got plenty of enjoyment from it, too. It felt different here than in the hot tub, very warm. Being careful to do everything with extreme gentleness so he would not waken, she explored every part of his genitals over and over, reveling in the different textures. She held her hand perfecly still, and felt his scrotum flexing spontaneously. The testicles had drawn up and the sac had stiffened when she masturbated him in the pool. That had given her a feeling of great satisfaction, and of power. This was different and intriguing. How neat! How intimate! She just knew it could be like this. A cock did not have to be a weapon to be feared. Adam had almost turned her off on sex. The feelings were often good, but it seemed too much like payment for the drugs he got for her. She had a nice body, then, and she knew Adam was in lust with her, but there was no tender enjoyment of each other like Greg was sharing with her. She longed for a man like this, a tender, playful man to enjoy, and to enjoy her. Was it Greg she longed for? Maybe. But maybe it was because he was the only one she even knew well right now. It wasn't worth worrying about it, now. He was giving her a wonderful gift, filling an empty longing she had carried for years. It was time to just enjoy it. Pretty soon, she would have a body that a man could really enjoy. She was sure of it. Nothing would stop her. He had been asleep for a few minutes and she felt herself getting drowsy. This was perfect. She would fall asleep holding him, just like her fantasy. She did fall asleep, but wakened not too long after. In a sudden flash of conscience, she decided it was best to go back to her own bed. The euphoria from the evening's activities carried her quickly into a deep and restful slumber. Tuesday Even after the events of the weekend, and after having survived the first painful meeting, she was so nervous before Alex's arrival she could not eat anything. Sure, he had already seen everything. Sure, he was a perfect gentleman. In fact, he was just plain perfect! It was intimidating just to be in the presence of such perfection. Fat and naked, it was unbearable. Oh,how she wished she could meet a man like Alex on equal terms, looking sexy, and with a good job, and....and no kids? No, she did not want it that way. She would not think of her children as impediments any more. They were great kids and after this last weekend she realized she had the same kind of love for them as her parents did for her. She had just been too drugged-out, too self-centered, too full of self-loathing to realize it. And she certainly had not shown it to them. Well, that would change starting tomorrow! If Terry and Janie were the reason she could never have her own Alex, then so be it. She was a mother, and she was going to enjoy it and be proud of it. She didn't know how she was going to support them better, but she just knew when she was done at Greg's that would seem like a trivial problem. Surprisingly, this new-found resolve suddenly took the fear out of meeting Alex again. Greg said that after the first time, she could wait for him in the gym. When he arrived, she was able to look him straight in the eye and greet him with no stammering. She told him she wanted him to give her all the work she could possibly do without hurting herself. She was in a real hurry to change her body. Alex could see that she had followed his schedule perfectly, and complemented her on her progress. He only increased the weights according to his original plan, but he did add a few more routines. He admonished her not to try to speed her progress by working out on her off day, or by alter the schedule of routines as he had laid them out. She assured him he was the boss and she would do exactly as he instructed. She told him she liked the warm, tight feeling in her muscles after a workout. She especially liked the massages. They exchanged a little small talk during the workout, and especially during the massage. When she went off to shower, he packed up his gear, and popped his head into the study where Greg was doing some work. "Who was that woman I worked with this morning? It sure wasn't the same terrified person I met last week. Whatever you are doing with her, it seems to be working." "Why, what happened?" "She greeted me in a clear voice and looked me straight in the eye. She did not try to cover herself - it seemed as if she forgot she was naked. And she talked to me. We chatted as if this was the most normal situation in the world. It relaxed me, too. You know, last week was not easy for me." "Tell me about it. You're right. There has been an incredible change in just the last three days. Part of it is because of her wonderful parents. Part of it is because the real Shannon is an incredibly strong person, and she is starting to come out. A lot of what happened is too private for me to tell you, but she may want to at some point." "Well, I'm impressed and I'm happy for her. Keep an eye on her and don't let her overdo the workouts. She's in an awful hurry to rebuild her body. I'm looking forward to seeing the results. See you next week." ***** Every since Greg's call on Monday, Caroline had been agonizing over the sexual play between Jim and Shannon. The idea that her daughter might make her husband come was hard to accept. She wanted to just draw the line and say 'no way.' Their sex life was all she could ask for, and she didn't want anything to complicate it. Yet, the things they had done so far in desperation had worked, and worked better than anyone could have expected. Intimacy, and especially sexual intimacy, was vitally important to Shannon. They seemed to be the keys that were opening her up. If it happened, would Jim love her any less? Would she love him any less? Would their sex life be impaired? Well, the last answer at least seemed clear. Everything so far had just increased their intensity of love-making. The other answers were obvious, too. Nothing would change their mutual love. It would help Shannon, and nothing would be hurt. There was only one answer. Tuesday evening in bed, she brought the subject up with Jim. "Honey, how are you feeling now about what happened with Shannon Saturday night?" "It is still embarrassing to think about. I'm not sorry I hugged her that way, because it seems to be just what she needed. I am thrilled with how much she changed afterward. I guess I am mostly just glad it is over." "Well, dear, I'm afraid it is definitely not over." She told him of Greg and Julia's conclusions, and how careful and willing they needed to be with affection. "You mean, she will want to do that again?" "That and more." "How much more could there be? I will not make love to her!" "No, I don't think that will ever be an issue. Although, I'm not saying it couldn't be at some time." "Caroline, I can't believe you are even thinking that! I could never make love with anyone but you! Even our daughter! I know we've done some things that were unthinkable two weeks ago, but, but..." "Shhhh. Shhhh. Thank you, darling, for reaffirming you devotion to me. Really, the question is not going to come up. I just want you to know that if I thought it was the only way to save our daughter, I would have a tough decision. That's how much I love her and want her back." "Oh, Sweetheart, I love her too, and I desperately want her back." "I know. And I wanted you to know how strongly I feel, because I have to ask you to do something difficult." "What's that, my love." "I believe Shannon wants to make you come, and I want you to let her." The shocked silence lasted so long, Caroline was becoming concerned. Finally, with a gulp, he responded, "You really mean that? You think that is the best thing?" Acting on a suspicion, she reached for his penis - it was completely hard, sticking straight up as he lay on his back. "Yes, I'm ashamed to admit it," he said, "but the idea excites me. I'm so sorry, Sweetheart!" "Oh, you dear, sweet, faithful man! Of course it excites you. That's the whole point. Shannon needs to excite you. It is very important to her. Exciting her Daddy to the ultimate point affirms her self-worth and her womanhood. To her it is not dirty or incestuous. It is joyful and intimate. It is all she has to give right now. Will you do it, please?" "My conscience is screaming NO, no matter what my cock says. But I am just smart enough to listen to my wife about love, sex, and relationships. She can have her way with me. And I love you so much!" "Speaking of excited, you're not the only one!" She straddled him, and slid right down onto him. - - Pygmalion Project (1/13) Prologue (F, slow) Prologue: Early May -------------------- Sunday This 'homecoming' weekend was not turning out to be the nostalgic interlude Greg had hoped for. Going to the reunion had been a mistake. He had missed his five-year high school class reunion to finish preparing for his Masters Degree orals. When the ten-year came around, he was out of the country negotiating the sale of the software business he had built. For the last three years, he had been completely in control of his own time, so when the invitation for the fifteen-year celebration arrived, he thought "Why not?" While he was in town, he would also visit with the Randolphs. The `Why not?' was because it was like walking into a crowd of strangers. The elapsed time had just been too long, and he no longer had anything in common with those who had been his closest friends. Greg was certainly not shy among strangers. In fact, he was quite the opposite. He could be comfortable in most social situations, and was generally a dominant presence when he wanted to be. The problem here was finding some way to connect with his old classmates and teammates. He was absolutely amazed at the paths many of them had taken. Dissolution seemed to be the order of the day. Of course, given his own strict physical regimen, he was undoubtedly extra critical, but still... These people were only 32 or 33 years old, and middle aged spread was the norm. Only one or two of the cheerleaders looked like they could even squeeze into their old outfits, and the football team was no better. Greg was, as usual, carefully understated about what had happened to him. When questioned, he admitted he had started a successful software business and then sold it. When pushed about his financial status, he carefully avoided any specifics. The fact that he wore no obviously expensive clothes or jewelry, and that he had arrived in his two-year-old Grand Cherokee took the edge off much of the questioning. Most classmates had heard nothing of his success and were much more interested in talking about themselves. Any feelings of superiority Greg may have had were quashed when the conversations turned to family. There was at least the usual percentage of divorces among the group, but there was also some sincere bragging about offspring - there really were some traditional nuclear families represented. All of which served to accentuate the loneliness that had been growing in him since his divorce. If he was honest with himself, he would admit that loneliness was one reason for not throwing away the reunion invitation out of hand. Well, it was early Sunday afternoon. The reunion was mercifully over, and he had just pulled up in front of the Randolphs' house. This wasn't going to be easy, either. He had not seen them for five years. How could he have let that happen? They had been substitute parents for him - much better than his own. How could he apologize? The large bouquet on the passenger seat seemed pathetically trivial. As he walked toward the front door, he tried but could not avoid a glance three doors down - his old home. An almost palpable chill rippled up his back as he saw the familiar, yet strange, house. He steeled his mind against the flood of painful memories that threatened to overtake him. Before he could reach for the bell, the door was opened by Jim Randolph, beaming, hand extended. "Greg! We're so glad you're here." As Greg shook his hand, Jim stepped aside and Caroline stepped forward to give Greg a hug and a kiss on the cheek. As he pulled his head back, he saw that her eyes were moist. "We have really missed you!" she said softly. "I am so ashamed! How can I ever apologize for staying away so long?" "That doesn't matter now. You're back! Oh, what a gorgeous bouquet! Let me get them in a vase right away. Come on in." As she walked off toward the kitchen, Greg stood transfixed. Jim saw has reaction and chuckled softly. "Sorry!" Greg said, sheepishly. "It's OK. I do that myself all the time, even after knowing her 40 years. Hey, you look a little sad." "It's because there is only one Caroline, and I'm afraid I'll never find anyone even close." Ever since childhood, she had represented Greg's female ideal: elegance, class, warmth, caring, loyalty, and as he matured enough to sense it, strong but contained sexuality. Now in her mid-fifties, she had never had either the centerfold or runway model looks. Still, he thought her as achingly beautiful as any woman he had ever known. Had his ill-fated marriage suffered because Jenna could never be Caroline? "I know I am the luckiest son-of-a-bitch alive, but, hey, let's not start this visit on a morose note," Jim quipped. "We've got a lot of catching up to do. What can I get you to drink? Are you still tee-totaling?" With that, the conversation proceeded through drinks and dinner as if the separation had been five days instead of five years. Some of the topics were painful. Caroline finally asked, "What went wrong between you and Jenna, anyway? I thought you two were so well matched." "We were great for a few years. We had nothing but each other, but it seemed to be enough. Then the company really started to take off, and I was working terribly hard. I really tried to make time for us and I thought she understood. The sad thing is she didn't get angry with me or pressure me to back off. She just found someone else, or someone else found her. I was so destroyed it almost ruined the business. If only she could have waited one more year! When I cashed in, it almost seemed like a hollow victory - it could never make up for the failure of my marriage. I guess that's why I have chosen to live so no one would guess how much money I really have. I feel almost like I haven't earned it." Caroline, as usual, took a comforting tack. "I know it's sad, but divorces are awfully common among successful entrepreneurs. You achieved something really significant. I'm sure you tried your best to burn the candle at both ends." "You bet I tried! I nearly killed myself. No sleep, no exercise, rotten eating, living on caffeine. Ever since I was old enough to think about marriage and family, I was determined not to repeat the dysfunctional mess of my so-called family. It was going to be what you guys have! But...I failed. I guess part of why I've been away so long is that I wanted to emulate you guys. I failed and I was ashamed." "Where is Jenna now?" "Oh, she's still in the suburbs, not far from my place." "Is she married?" "No. After our divorce, the guy just disappeared. Guess he was more interested in hunting than keeping. We still see each other occasionally, though I find it pretty painful." "What is she doing?" "She is just putting in time at fairly menial administrative jobs. You know she quit college when we married, and I could not get her to finish. She just seems to be wandering. Acquaintances have seen her frequenting pickup bars. I had wanted to give her a decent settlement - the company was already doing fairly well by then. My lawyer insisted that I go for the infidelity angle. I was hurt and angry enough to agree. After the sale, I had wanted to give her something, but he threatened to quit as my lawyer if I did. I've talked to her parents, and they are really distressed about her situation." "Are you still in love with her?" "Oof! Caroline, you never did dance around the tough stuff, did you? I would never tell anyone but you two, but yes, I still am. The pain and anger are still huge, but underneath, somewhere, there is still love. It really doesn't matter, though. I just need to grow out of it." There was a protracted silence as they sipped after-dinner coffee. "Now, tell me the news of your family." "Laura is now a full professor at Arizona State. Her husband, Rick, is working his way up the pilot ranks. He is still with the commuter branch, but is hoping to be called up by the big carrier yet this year. They waited longer to have kids, so their two are just four and six. We wish they weren't so far away, but at least with his airline perks, they can visit quite often. We have been spending a week at a mountain cabin with them every summer." "As you probably remember, Ted & Kathy and their kids live rather close to you. It is nice having them just an hour and a half away. Their marriage seems to be good, and we enjoy some great times with them. Ted has a good chance to be the youngest partner ever in his accounting firm. The oldest of their three children is in Junior High. She is something of a musical prodigy, and we often drive up to see her perform." "I wish I had known. I would have loved to join you and see Ted again. I don't think I have seen Kathy since my wedding." "We thought many times of calling you and stopping by. We knew you had been through a lot of upheaval. We feared you might have been upset with us for some reason." "Oh, Caroline, that could never happen! I have no excuse for not making contact myself. I hope you can forgive me." "No apology necessary." There was another lag in the conversation. Greg mused on how they responded in conversation almost as one person - sometimes one speaking, sometimes the other, not really mattering which. After a bit, he spoke up again. "Um, you didn't mention Shannon." "We weren't sure you wanted to talk about her," came from Jim. "Aren't you angry with her?" "I think the anger has passed. After the divorce and the sale, I spent some time just moping. A good friend who is a psychiatrist finally talked me into some sessions, and it helped me a lot. She showed me that I needed to start focusing more on people. Since then, I have done a lot of volunteer work with various kinds of charities, some of whom run shelters, halfway houses, and such. I have worked closely with a number of people who suffer from addictions. Much as I was hurt by how Shannon treated me, I can better understand what she must have gone through. It has made me angrier at the drug business and less at her." "She wasn't even on drugs when she first rejected you." "I know. I blame myself for rejecting her back. I responded in kind instead of trying to love her through it. I've always thought I should have done something to keep her from getting hooked on cocaine by her 'in crowd' friends." "You were awfully young then. I remember how devastated you were." "You should remember. I must have ruined a lot of your blouses crying on your shoulder. I was just 14. I guess puberty is the time when acceptance and rejection can seem like the only important things in life. She was getting 'in' with the cheerleading crowd. To them, I was a nerd. She had to choose and I lost." "That was so strange. You were already getting noticed as a runner, and you were out for football. You'd think that would be enough to join the 'in' crowd." "Somehow in the culture of that school, my commitment to good grades and my interest in computers put me outside the pale. To tell the truth, though, I didn't want to be 'in.' I didn't want to lose my best friend, either, though." "We were so devastated by the way she treated you. We worked hard to instill good, solid values in our kids. Somehow, with Shannon, it didn't take. Since then we have done some study on birth order. We now realize there are some things about a third child that need to be handled differently." "Wouldn't we all like a chance to replay some things. I haven't seen Shannon for over ten years. She didn't come to my wedding. What is she doing now?" He could see Jim trying to formulate a reply. When he spoke, it was very subdued. "Shannon and the kids are living here. The walkout level has a full apartment, and we don't need the space. They have been here for several years, now. She has never been able to afford a decent place of her own. The jobs she has had are not very good, and she cannot seem to hold them for long. Right now, she is selling tickets at a theater." "Is she clean, then?" "Well, she is off drugs, as far as we can tell. She drinks and smokes some, although I wouldn't call her an alcoholic. As you know, she dropped out of high school when she got hooked. She lived with that guy Adam for a few years, and had both kids by him. When he took off, we were able to convince her to go into rehab, and we took the kids. When she got out, she found a job and an apartment and things were looking up. Caroline provided day care for three or four years, but we thought it was worth it. When she started using again, we didn't know what to do. This time, she got crossed up with the law. She had just enough sense left to know she didn't want to lose the kids and everything. Rehab worked again, and we are just holding our breath ever since." "Do you think she would want to see me?" "I don't know. Why do you want to see her?" "It's hard to explain. I guess it's a desire to reconnect. It's partly why I came to the reunion. That didn't work, but Shannon was a much bigger part of my past than the whole high school. I guess I would like to see if there is any spark left of the childhood buddy I remember. I don't suppose there is anything I could do that would help her. I believe I am helping people through my volunteer work, but they are strangers. You are people I care about deeply, and I can see how Shannon's problems weigh on you. If there was even a chance I could help, I would not want to miss it." "We really appreciate you concern, Greg. I don't see what you could do that hasn't already been tried. We need to tell you that you might not recognize her." "I remember the punk hairdo, the weird makeup, and all the piercings." "It's not that. She has been borderline depressive since her last bout of addiction. She seems to have lost all drive and initiative. She can't seem to plan or make a decision. Her major addiction now is food. She has gained a lot of weight. Well, why don't you just call her and see if she is willing. To change the subject, I wanted to ask, are you romantically involved now?" "How did you put that question off so long, Caroline." They all chuckled at that. "No, I am not. Women who get close to me don't have very bright prospects. I haven't wanted to inflict my curse on anyone else." "You're not being fair to yourself. Shannon was not a woman when she went bad. She was just an immature girl, much as she would never admit it. You certainly did not cause her downfall. As for Jenna - sometimes people are just fools. Bright as she is, she must kick herself daily for leaving you." "Whatever the reason, I am 0 for 2 and gun-shy." ******* After the usual busy Saturday night at the theater, Shannon slept until almost noon. The kids were quiet - Terry playing his computer games, and Janie watching an old movie on TV. Another of her many waves of guilt hit her as she thought how decent they were to her and how shitty she often was to them. At 14 and 13, they were the only good things she had ever accomplished, and she didn't deserve them. Like everything else, if it weren't for her parents, they probably wouldn't be great kids, either. As she lurched toward the bathroom, she saw Terry hunched over the keyboard in his room. He had on a sleeveless T-Shirt, and she could see the muscles developing on his shoulders and chest. He was going to look like her father. Carefully avoiding looking in the mirror, she turned on the shower and stripped off the panties and T-Shirt she slept in. She saw the bottle of sleeping pills she had left out last night. It reminded her of her almost nightly internal debate - should she just take them all and really sleep through it? Shuddering, she put them in the cabinet and stepped into the shower. As the water began to wash away the sleep fog, the image of Terry in his muscle shirt returned. He was becoming a man. Would she ever have a man again? Who would ever want her? How had she turned into such a blimp? Last time she stepped reluctantly on a scale, it yelled back 201! As a JV cheerleader, she weighed just 115 at 5'6"! Now, she could grab an ugly roll of fat in her hand anywhere on her torso, or her back, if she could ever reach it. She had started to do that knock-kneed fat lady's waddle when she walked. She had to do contortions to see the clit ring that still adorned her permanently bare pubis. Why was she always hungry? Why did food never satisfy the hunger? She knew she had lost that last waitress job because of her weight. A fat waitress had to at least be jolly, and she was a long way from jolly. Thinking of Terry again, she wondered just how much of a man he was becoming. When she was growing up, modesty was the rule around the house. Because of how she looked now, she never exposed herself to her children, and they reciprocated. Thus, she had had no opportunity to see how her son's package was developing. This line of thought triggered a tingling in her groin, and as she washed her crotch, she dropped the rag and decided to bring herself off. Right now, she was glad for the clit ring. Otherwise, she might have trouble finding her nub in all that fat. Getting off had always been surprisingly easy for her. As she started off slowly on her clit, she worked a nipple with her other hand. She kept this up for several minutes until she felt the momentum starting to build. Speeding up on her clit, she dropped her other hand to her vagina, inserted two fingers carefully, and starting stroking in and out in time with her other hand. It took less than a minute of this for her to peak. She had to take her hand from her hole to steady herself against the shower wall, but she kept rubbing her clit to keep the orgasm rolling. Finally, she slowed to gentle rubbing of her whole mound as the last of the shudders rippled through her. It was not a big one, but she did feel better. As she finished her shower, the depressive side of her brain wondered if she would ever again get off from anyone's hand but her own. After dressing in sweats and a T-Shirt, she had a quick breakfast of a kids' cereal she found on the shelf. She made a pot of coffee, and finished off with a couple of donuts she had picked up at the shop next to the theater. As she was putting her dishes in the sink, Janie came into the little kitchenette area. "Mornin', Mom. Hey, who's visiting Gram and Pops? There's a strange car in the driveway, and I thought I heard a man's voice at the door just now." "I don't know who it is, honey. Did you guys get some breakfast?" "Yeah, Mom, we're all set for a while. What are we going to do for lunch?" "Don't know. I'll work on it." As Janie left the room, it suddenly hit her. Greg must be here! Last night was that stupid reunion, and he was coming for it. Mom had told her. They had encouraged her to go, but there was no way. High school represented the worst time of her life and she wanted no reminders. Besides, she had never graduated, so it wasn't really her reunion. Greg! She had basically blotted him from her brain for these many years - he was all tangled in with the other high school pain. Why was he here? He hadn't been around for years. He must hate her guts! Suddenly and uncharacteristically overcome by curiosity, she crept up the inside stairway that opened into the house's main entryway. She just had to hear if it really was Greg, and what they might be talking about. As she reached the top step and sat down, she heard her mother ask "Where is Jenna now?" She hardly breathed as she sat listening to the conversation. As the subject turned to her, she bristled as usual at the idea they might be trying to 'fix' her - to run her life. But as she listened, she was actually touched by evidence of true concern for her, even from Greg! When he mentioned his 'childhood buddy,' her eyes welled up with tears. Almost stumbling from haste and blurred vision, she tore back downstairs to her room. Frantically, she riffled through her closet for something that fit and looked halfway decent. Nothing was right, but she hastily donned a slacks and blouse she frequently wore to work. In the bathroom, she applied a little makeup and combed out her hair the best she could. Slipping on some sandals, she hurried to the lower level door thru the family room that served as her little family's main room. "Where you goin', Mom?" Janie queried. "Nowhere, honey. I'll be right back." She walked around the house on the flagstone walk that brought her to the driveway. At the corner of the garage, she waited. After less than ten minutes, Greg came out. She almost gasped. He looked great! What was she thinking? She couldn't let him see her! ***** He said his goodbyes and started toward his car. He thought he sensed some motion at the corner of the garage, but when he looked over, no one was there. After another step, though, he heard a noise as if someone was walking away. With a flash of insight, he called out "Shannon," and sprinted over to the corner. As he looked around the side of the garage, he saw her retreating down the walk. "Shannon, wait!" he called out. She stopped facing away from him, almost in mid-step. He caught up and moved around in front of her. She looked at him with a 'deer in the headlights' expression on her face. "Shannon, I'm glad you're here. I wanted to see you." "H..Hello, Greg. Why did you want to see me?" She couldn't let on what she'd heard on the stairway - she still was not sure she believed it. "Can we go somewhere for a cup of coffee or something?" "I..I've got to fix lunch for the kids." She still had hardly moved a muscle. Greg thought for a moment, and then had an inspiration. "Tell you what, let's go to the food court over at the mall. I'll buy you all lunch, and the kids can shop or go to the arcade while we visit." "Are you sure you want to do that?" "Yes, I really do!" He had planned to be on his way back home, but he really had nothing scheduled the rest of the day. Hesitantly, Shannon agreed and went to get the kids. The introductions were a little awkward, but the planned outing soon met with enthusiastic approval. They all piled into the Jeep for the short trip to the mall. As they pulled out of the driveway, Greg briefly saw Jim and Caroline at the corner of the front window, Caroline with head lowered, her face in her hands. At the mall, it was decided the kids would play first for a half hour. As they were about to move off, Greg saw Terry start to ask his mother something, then drop his shoulders and back away. Two inspirations in one day - Greg was hot! "Here, Terry, use this to get yourself some tokens at the arcade," as he handed the boy a ten. Greg purposely kept his back to Shannon as he watched the kids move off, not giving her a chance to protest. The next half hour was uncomfortable. Shannon was almost tongue-tied. Both had to pretend they didn't know the things they had heard about the other. There were a number of long silences, but not the kind between old friends who don't have to always be talking. It was a relief when the kids returned, and Greg spent most of his time getting acquainted with them. When all were finished eating, he dropped them home. Goodbyes were cordial but brief - much better from the kids. As he caught the freeway and headed on home, he felt a heavy sadness, but yet a sense of determination. He would find some way to get Shannon a better life. ***** When Greg dropped them off at the house, both kids went up to the front door to tell Gram & Pops about their outing. Shannon went straight to her room and stretched out on the bed. She felt incredibly weary and thought she would just nap until time to get ready for work. But sleep would not come. For years she had been dealing with the specter of her past by repression - she just would not let herself think about it. The present was not good. The mind numbing jobs, the occasional binge, the cigarettes, and, of course, the constant food barely kept the depression at bay. Depressing as things were now, though, if she let herself think about her childhood, high school, using, Adam, or recovery, she would not be able to cope. Being with Greg had shattered her defensive barrier, and now the memories were pouring in full force. Greg had been one aspect of her past she avoided most scrupulously. His name and image were surrounded by a choking cloud of guilt. She knew she had been wrong to turn away from him as she did. Even at the time, she had felt bad about it, but her old friend just could not compete with her flashy new friends, and they wouldn't let her have both. Thoughts of Greg, especially after having just been with him, evoked another strong feeling as well - longing! He represented what could have been, if only... Seeing how good he looked and hearing how well he had done highlighted the meagerness of her own existence. Maybe she could have been married to him! Instead, here she was, unmarried; two bastard kids; a body that would turn off even a drunken sailor, and no prospects for any real improvement. How could she have made such a mess of her life? As she laid there, her mind kept going over and over all the events she could remember from her last eighteen years. All the energy drained from her. She felt she could hardly move. Hour after hour she lay almost catatonic. Time to leave for work came and went and she could not even muster the energy to call in sick. She was overcome by bouts of sobbing. Sometime far into the night she collapsed into exhausted sleep. The morning brought no improvement, and she was barely able to stumble through the necessities of existence. The kids were solicitous, and her mother came down to see what was wrong and try to get her to eat something. They could tell from her appearance that she was truly ill, but she could not say what was wrong. For the rest of the week, she hardly left her bed. She knew she wanted to change. She wanted a decent life for herself and her kids. She wanted at least a little bit of what her parents, her brother and sister, and Greg had. She wanted to feel like a success at something. She wanted someone to love! As desperately as she wanted these things, she just could not see how she was going to realize any of them. The more she wished, the more the hopelessness paralyzed her. ***** As soon as he was in cell range after leaving the Randophs', he dialed Julia Waxman, his friend and psychiatrist. Frank answered, but Julia was home, and he called her to the phone. "Greg! Haven't heard from you in quite a while." "Sorry to call you at home, Julia, but I want to buy some of your time. Her voice took on a more serious tone. "Are you having some problems?" "Oh, no! Nothing like that. Your fixes are still holding just fine." They both chuckled at this standing joke between them. "I want to tell you about an old friend whose life has not gone well. Maybe you can suggest some ways I could help her?" "You're not talking about Jenna, are you?" "No, it's Shannon. From my childhood." "Yes, I remember, now. I'm full the next two days, but how about lunch tomorrow at 11:30." "That's great! I'll be at your office right at 11:30. Thanks, Julia." Monday At lunch the next day, Greg told Julia as much as he knew about Shannon's history and current situation. She asked a number of detailed questions. At one point, he had run out of answers. He excused himself, called the Randolph house on his cell phone, and questioned Caroline for several minutes. He avoided telling her why he wanted the information, and she did not push. Julia had had a cancellation of her first client after lunch (at least that is what she told him), so they adjourned back to her office. "From what you have told me, she is a tragic but classic ex-addict. She was not using for all that many years, and the drugs she used were not the most destructive. Many in her situation become totally non-functional. The asylums are full of them. The still functional, but damaged ones, like Shannon, have pretty bleak prospects. A disturbing number of the women fall into bondage, or become sex slaves." "Guess I can't help her that way!" commented Greg. "The very idea of bondage makes me ill. I could never be a slave master." "No, I'm sure you couldn't. Disgusting as it sounds, though, slavery seems to supply some important needs and wants. Someone tells them exactly what to do - does all the thinking and deciding for them. The humiliation and pain supplies the punishment they instinctively feel they deserve. Many live out their whole lives in servitude situations. Sometimes it's in a marriage, but the situation is really the same." "What I had hoped to do was find some way get Shannon a new start - to get her back on track for the life she should have had with her talent, her looks, and her upbringing." Neither spoke for a few minutes until Greg asked "Could there be a kind of beneficent slavery, maybe constructive slavery? I mean where someone did all the thinking and controlled her life, but the objective was not control but rebuilding?" "Interesting! I have read some papers that discussed this idea as a variation of the 're-birthing' concept. The subject is brought to a state not unlike infancy where literally nothing is left in their control. Then, they are taught and trained under rigorous discipline. I do not recall reading any articles with great success stories, though." "What if a part of the program was physical change - weight loss, escape from addictions, improved health and strength? Re-birthing the body, as it were. What if the program had a time target, and a definite, measurable set of objectives for improvement?" "Hey, do you want to switch jobs for a while?" Chuckles from both. "That's the kind of radical thinking that shows up too seldom in my rather stuffy profession. Why don't you draw up a specific plan for Shannon. E-mail it to me and we'll go from there." ***** Back at home, Greg spent several hours writing, pondering, erasing, and rewriting a plan along the lines he had suggested. It took the form of a signed agreement that he would take complete control of Shannon's life for eight months. He and he only would decide what she ate, what she wore, where she went, what she watched, how she exercised, when she got up, when she retired, what she studied - everything he could think of. He e-mailed it to Julia and was surprised how quickly she called back. "It looks very thorough, Greg, but I have one key question: why would she sign this? I think you should include in the agreement the weight and conditioning she would achieve at the end, as well as any other achievements you think might induce her to sign." Greg added to the 'contract' that after eight months Shannon would weigh 130 pounds or less, would be able to bench press at least 80 pounds, would be able to run a 10K in 55 minutes or less, would have obtained her GED, and would be free of all drugs, alcohol, and tobacco for eight months. Julia liked the additions, but had another serious concern. "What is there to keep her in the program. What do you have to make her 'obey?'" "I believe having to go back to her current life is a significant threat. But you are right, I need to provide more incentive to stay in." After some calculation and some serious thought, he added a financial incentive. Shannon would 'earn' $50 each day she stayed in the program. If she finished the eight months, she kept it all. If she bailed out, or he kicked her out, he would deduct what he paid for outside help. He had already decided to use Julia, a nutritionist, a personal trainer, one or more tutors, and, if he could find one, a beauty consultant. It would be a tidy payout at the end, if she stayed in. Considering the caliber of people he planned to hire, the 'account' could easily be negative at any partway point. When Julia called again, she commented on his generosity. "I know the money is not a concern to you, and it should help. I thought of something more troublesome, though. Sex. Do you have a romantic or sexual interest in her? Would you be grooming her as a future partner? Perhaps you should address the issue on the contract." On the next pass, he added the stipulation that they would not have sex and that she would have her own room. As he worked on the program, he kept thinking of Jim and Caroline and all their sacrifice and heartache. He added signature lines for both of them. He also added a 'safe' clause. Her parents would contact her daily. They would agree on a safe word she could use to signal them that something was wrong, and they should get her out. After Julia had seen it, she called. "This is really impressive, Greg. Getting her parents involvement is brilliant. It fits perfectly with the re-birthing idea. This kind of change cannot happen without a support system, and family is the best one. I can hardly believe you would be willing to do this for eight months. Are you in love with her?" "No. I still have trouble stating my own motives. Partly it's my love for Jim and Caroline. Partly it's to try to close one of the last wounds from my childhood. Partly it's to see if I can accomplish something unique and significant with people as well as I did with computers." "Well, this is such an impressive program, I would like to be closely involved with a possible eye to a published paper. Would that be all right?" "That would be perfect! You can make sure I don't end up doing more harm than good." "Before you go any farther, let me work this over for a few days. Do a little research. Maybe talk to a couple of colleagues. Is that OK?" Greg readily agreed. On Friday, Julia finally called again. "Greg, after quite a bit of study, I have one major concern about your plan. Thinking in terms of the re-birthing concept, I don't think it removes her far enough from her comfort zone to get the fresh start impact we are looking for. I have a suggestion you may find absurd, but please hear me out......" When Julia finished talking, he was speechless. Absurd hardly described it. He could never do that. How could he even propose it to Shannon, much less her parents? What was Julia thinking? If Julia thought that's what it would take to succeed, he would just pack it in right now. For the rest of the day, he back-burnered his Shannon project and lost himself in all the things he had neglected the past week. By Saturday, he had relegated it to his mental shelf of brainstorms that fizzled, until the phone rang in the early evening. "Greg?" It was Jim's voice. "What did you and Shannon talk about last Sunday?" Greg described their visit and how little real substance there was to it. "I didn't think you would do or say anything destructive, but she is a total wreck. She hasn't been to work all week, so there goes another nothing job down the drain. According to the kids, her eyes are red all the time and they can hear her crying late at night. She is unable to cook or clean up, so we have had to take care of the kids. I just wondered if you had any clue what is going on. We're afraid she may be suicidal." When he heard this, his plan, even with Julia's outrageous modification, suddenly seemed the only glimmer of hope. "Jim, tell Shannon I will be there at noon tomorrow. I have something to propose to her. I assume the kids will be in school. If not, will you make sure they are not around? I need you to stay upstairs, too. Is that OK? When I,m done, I'll stop up and say hello." "We can do that. Can you give me a hint what this is about?" "Not yet, Jim. See you tomorrow." Prologue: Mid May ----------------------- Sunday "Shannon, ever since I saw you last, you have been constantly on my mind." "You must really be hard up to get the hots for a burned-out slob like me!" she snorted. He ignored the gibe and continued: "Shannon, what do you want to do?" "You mean today?" "No, Shannon, I mean with your life." He was pleasantly surprised when she didn't shoot right back with a glib remark or an angry curse. Instead, she slumped further down in her chair as if the air had been let out of her. It was several minutes before she said anything. "I really don't know, Greg! I want to change so badly, but I don't know how. Nothing I've tried has done any good. Maybe the smartest thing would be to kill myself and spare everyone a lot of grief." "I think if you really believed that, you would have done it already. Besides, deep down you are stronger than that. I have a proposal for you. It is extreme, and it is probably a long shot, but I am willing to try it if you are. When I say extreme, I mean it will probably make you angry when you hear it." "First of all, I won't do anything unless we have a written agreement covering all the details of the plan signed by you, me, and your parents." "WHAT!! What do my parents have to be involved for? They'll only make things worse. They've been trying to run my life since I was 13, and look what's it's got! No way! You can forget the whole idea, whatever it is, right now! I'm 32, for God's sake, I don't need my parents to run my life." "They did not try to run your life. They were just trying to fulfill their parental responsibility. I don't know why you could never accept any of it. They were more my parents than my own were, and I know how wise and caring they are. I cannot fix what has gone on between you and them over all these years, but I do not believe I can help you unless you let them in. Geez, Shannon, they are housing you and practically raising your kids! Doesn't that earn them a chance to be in your life? Tell me this - do you love them?" "That's not a fair question! I just don't know! I am very grateful for all the help with the kids, and with money. But they are always trying to get me to clean up my act - to get into treatment, get a better job, finish school, or whatever. Why can't they just let me be my own person?" "And a fine job you've done of that, haven't you?" He immediately regretted saying it, but it was how he felt, and she would be hearing much worse before this was over. She did not react violently, though. Nothing like her original response to her parents' involvement. She sniffled softly, and he could see some tears forming. "Tell me about this great plan of yours." Greg handed her a copy he had printed up, and waited while she read it. "Wow! That's quite a bit of money!" "It adds up to almost $12,500 if you stay the whole time. Also, you will not have to - actually, you will not be able to - spend any of your money. I will provide everything." "Why would you do that? How can you afford it? What do you get out of it?" "Believe me, the money is not a problem. I have been very fortunate financially. As for what I get out of it: I would have a chance to do something significant for a person that was once important to me. Also, I will get some personal jollies from it." "Oh? Why is that?" "Remember, I said I would be in control of what you wear? Well, for the eight months you would be at my house, you would be naked!" She bolted staight out of her chair. "Shit!! You're nothing but a pervert! What is this? 'Revenge of the Nerds III? This is your way to get a cheap sex toy! No thanks! You get out of here right now! I didn't figure you for such a lowlife, Greg." "Let me finish!" "Why should I? This is digusting!! Do you think I've sunk so low you can make me your whore?" "Yes, I think so! But that is not what this is about. Will you listen some more?" She stood stock still for a long moment, then sagged back into the chair. "I'll listen, but this had better be good!" "Read the agreement again. It says we would not have sex, and you would have your own room. Although not written in the agreement, I would be clothed at all times when you were present. I would not in any way abuse you physically. No bondage. No corporal punishment. This is not about sex or dominance. It's about bringing out the real Shannon that's been buried in there for so long. A Shannon I happen to believe is worth trying to uncover." "But why do I have to be naked? Why is that so important? I look so terrible! I don't want you to see me like this!" "But by the end, I would get to be around a naked beauty. That is part of my reward! " "Pervert!" "Seriously, there are two reasons for you being naked, Shannon. An important one is for you to be constantly aware of how you look. This would be a big incentive for your diet and exercise. I want you to be proud of how you look, and confident in your appearance, even without clothes. There would be extra mirrors installed all over the house. You would see your reflection literally everywhere you went. At first, you would be upset, maybe disgusted. That would make you work harder at your exercises. Toward the end, you would be fascinated with how good you look." "But a bigger reason is to get down to the real Shannon. Ever since you got hooked, then went punk, your weird clothes, your wild hair, your cadaverous makeup, and your piercings have been your defense against anyone seeing the real you. Without those things, you have to be real. My psychiatrist friend refers to this plan as a sort of a 're-birthing' process." "But Greg, it will be so embarrassing! Can't you please just change that part of it?" "No, I won't. And that's not all. I wouldn't be the only one to see you naked. Other people would visit the house, and you would remain naked around them, as well." "Oh, no!! That's way too much. I could never do that. I couldn't stand the shame. I thought you wanted to help me, not shame me." "I'm afraid that some shame is a necessary part of the plan. I would not be shaming you. I would just be letting you see the shame you have already brought on yourself. Besides, how many men have already seen your naked tits or pussy? "That was before I got fat. And besides, I was just a kid for a lot of that. There weren't that many men, either. I was not a slut, no matter what you think. It's even more embarrassing because I'm bare down there." "You can just let it grow out. It shouldn't take long." "No I can't. It's permanently bare. Adam liked it that way. And I have a clit ring." "Then you will have a constant reminder of the life you would be finally leaving behind. Shannon, anyone else who came to the house would know just why you were naked, and would be impressed with your determination. Before long, they would be impressed with your body, too! They would all be sympathetic people, and absolutely discrete." "So you want me for a skin show for your buddies? Please!" "That's not it at all. I want you to make a completely fresh start, as if from nothing. I want you to become so strong and so confident that nothing can faze you. The thought of needing a drink or a line to pump up your confidence and get you through would never occur to you again. I want you to become permanently high on Shannon. I still remember the buddy, the almost-sister, I grew up next door to. You were like the wind, the sunshine, and the lightning all rolled into one. I was so in love with you I could hardly stand it. Then, in Junior High, you totally changed, and I lost you - you rejected me. For almost twenty years, that rejection has been an empty spot in my heart. Now, there is at least a chance I could get some of it back. I'm not saying I'm in love with you. It just hurts to see what has happened to your life. And don't forget your parents. I owe them so much for all they gave me in those tough years. I know how deeply they love you, and even if I got no benefit, I would still do this if it could give them back a little something." "God, you should be on Dr. Phil!!" The tough street-girl veneer was back. "I think I've said all I can, Shannon. Right now you are either heading back to using, or to a bottle of sleeping pills. I can offer you eight months where you don't have to worry about anything but doing what I tell you. You will be a whole new Shannon at the end. Some of the things I do will be hard on you, but I will not be mean or unkind." Greg was so physically exhausted he could hardly drive home. He still couldn't believe he had done something so audacious, but deep down, he felt he had given it his best shot. He was not at all sure he could follow through with the plan, but he figured the chances of Shannon and her parents all agreeing were nil, anyway. ***** Shannon was fuming. She could not sit or lie down, she was so agitated. She simply could not believe what Greg had proposed. Naked, for God's sake! Up until then, it had sounded pretty good. She honestly believed Greg would work hard to help her lose weight and get in shape. She just knew he would be honorable and considerate. The way she felt now, if he wanted to enslave her and punish her, she would probably agree. After all, she certainly deserved it! What he proposed sounded safe and comfortable. He might push her to do some hard things, but she would not have to decide or plan anything. She could quit worrying for a while about what was next. Behind these thoughts was the dream that if she really did get to looking good again, maybe he would fall in love with her. But, naked! That spoiled everything! She was no more useful for real-world activities than last week, but her entire demeanor changed. The laying in bed and crying at night stopped, replaced by chain smoking, snappishness with anyone who got in her way, and late nights staring vacantly at the TV. Greg had offered her a chance at the things she so desperately wanted, but at a price she could not possibly pay. She felt like the prize had been held out to her, then pulled away at the last second. Monday night she caught one of those makeover segments on the late night news. This was followed by an infomercial for a body building machine - more before and after shots and testimonials. She had become immune to anything relating to self-improvement, but suddenly she was watching and putting herself in the before and after shots. She had to admit to herself how much she hated the way she was, and how much she longed for a body she could be proud of - a body that would attract men! Greg was offering that, but, Damn! Maybe she could talk him out of the naked part! No, he had been very emphatic about no negotiations. Why did she need him, anyway? She would show him! She would start dieting and running. She would make herself attractive again without being in his stupid peep show! She went to her closet and dug out a box of old pictures that had been buried for several years. She found photos of herself from Junior High and High School years. There were several of her with Adam and the babies, and some with her parents, the kids, and herself. She had not let herself see these for many years. In these old pictures, she was slim. Even the outlandish styles in the later ones could not disguise the beautiful young woman she had been. There were no photos from her recent 'fat' years. Suddenly hungry, she got an ice cream carton from the freezer, and was reaching for a bowl when it hit her what she was doing. She could never lose weight by herself! She needed this food! She could not make it without it! She was overcome by the realization of defeat, and slumped into a chair, tears streaming down her face. The anger was gone; the depression was returning big time. What if Greg was right? What if his plan was the only way she could change? She wanted to change so badly! The longing seemed to grow stronger each day. After a few hours of fitful sleep, she spent Tuesday alternating between agitation and depression, sometimes crying in her bed, sometimes terrorizing anyone who got in her way. Late Tuesday night, she carefully checked to make sure the kids were asleep, then took a shower. After she finished drying, she braced herself and walked naked the few feet to her room. Trembling from the adrenalin rush of combined fear and excitement, she stood in her room for several minutes. Finally, she walked, still naked, into their 'living room.' Knowing there was no one to see her, she still covered herself with her hands. After several more minutes, she was able to drop her hands, sit in her favorite chair, and turn on the TV. The illumination from the screen made her fearful of being seen, but she steeled herself and stayed put in the chair. She was totally unaware of what was showing on the tube, so absorbed was she in the battle between the instinct to turn it off and hide in her room, and her surprising determination to see if she could stand being naked, even in the safety of home. After perhaps an hour of tension, she started to relax, and was even able to get up and get a Diet Coke. She shuddered with every bang of the refrigerator or cupboard door, and even the pop of the can top being pulled off. She was sure Terry would hear the noise and come to investigate. Still, she refused to let herself bolt to her room. After finishing her drink, she decided to test herself still more. She tremulously opened the outside door and stepped out into the Mid-May night. Her nipples hardened instantly. At first she thought it was the cold, but the tingling in her crotch told her that was not the reason. The moon was nearly full, and the brightness was intimidating. She told herself she had proved enough, but something surprising inside propelled her away from the house and out into the middle of the back yard. She stayed there, totally exposed, for several minutes, not sure what had brought her there, or what kept her. Suddenly, someone closed a window at a neighboring house. Stifling a scream, she tore back to her room, almost slamming the outside door as she entered. She once again stood trembling, hardly able to breath. At last, she got under the covers, still naked, hurriedly brought herself to an intense climax, and sank into the first sound sleep in a week. Wednesday Back in the Randophs' living room for the third time in two weeks, he was more nervous than ever. Presenting his plan to Shannon had been bad enough, but telling her parents was going to be agonizing. Discussing his first meeting with Shannon the week before, he said. "When I saw her, it was almost like a physical pain. Even after the way she treated me, and even after all these years, seeing her like that really tore me up. I went home and could hardly think of anything else for several days. I wanted to find some way to help her, but it seems like she has tried everything. I have a good friend who is a psychiatrist and has worked with a lot of addicts. She told me about how the initiative is often destroyed; she described the low self-worth; she showed me studies on the complete lack of decision-making ability. It was as if she had had a session with Shannon. The hardest part was the studies on the poor long-term prospects. It really shook me up! "We have read the same studies", interjected Jim, "and had many sessions with a counselor to help us cope with her situation, and to help her any way we can. The fact that she has been drug-free for several years is positive, but it seems like she lost too much when she was using." Greg continued, "One phrase my friend used got me thinking. She said it would almost take a re-birth to get an ex-addict into a normal life. With her help, I devised a really radical plan. This crazy plan is why I wanted to meet with you today. If we do this, you and Shannon all have to sign an agreement. I think re-connecting with her parents would be an essential element in this re-birth strategy." "Well, you've just guaranteed you'll never get to try it," said Caroline, glumly. "Our relationship is so strange. She is perfectly willing to have the kids stay here. Sometimes, we can have very comfortable times together. But there is definitely a wall that keeps us a safe distance from her personal life. She will never sign anything that requires us to sign." "Caroline, I am totally shocked about it myself, but she has already agreed. Otherwise, I would not have bothered to even approach you about it. In fact, once you hear some of the specifics I have planned, you will be even more surprised she agreed. I don't know if it's desperation, or the fact that she somehow trusts me, or if she subconsciously wants me to punish her. We seem to have caught her at just the right time. Here, I have the agreement written out. Go ahead and read it over, then I will explain some more things." They both spent a few minutes reading the one-page agreement. "Greg, can you really afford the time and money to do this?" asked Jim. "I'm sorry I haven't communicated more with you about my life, Jim, but I am very comfortable financially, and I have control of my own time right now. For a lot of reasons, this is something I really want to do." Caroline asked, "Why have you made it so easy and so profitable for her to get out? Aren't you afraid she will just take the money and run when things get uncomfortable?" "That is one of my biggest concerns. However, I personally cannot stand any kind of bondage or slavery. As hard as this may get for her, if she decides on her own to stay in, I think our chances of getting Shannon back are much better." At this last statement, Caroline literally distintegrated in sobs. Jim moved over to comfort her, and Greg, embarrassed, went to the kitchen and refilled his coffee cup. After several minutes, Caroline was finally able to speak. "Oh God, what I wouldn't give to get her back. We lost her when she was only 14, as you know. It has been almost as bad as those kids with pictures on the milk cartons. Can this really work, Greg?" "I wish I could tell you for sure. I do believe that if I can help her, this plan is the only way." Greg then proceeded to describe in detail his plans for the personal trainer, the nutritionist, the beauty consultant, the study program, and other particulars, carefully leaving out the nudity. There was lively discussion and more than a little skepticism. Finally, it was time to spring the big one. "Jim and Caroline, there is one important aspect of the plan that I have not yet mentioned, and it will probably be hard for you to accept. I know you are very reserved and modest people." He paused to collect his thoughts for a moment, then plunged ahead. "Hear me out for a minute before you respond at all, OK?" As both parents nodded uncertainly, he dropped the bomb - "Shannon will be naked for the whole eight months!" Both parents were visibly stunned, and before they could speak, he kept talking. "This is not a sexual thing. I will not have sex with her. She will sleep in her own room. I will never be naked when I am with her." "No way, Greg! That is indecent. I cannot agree to my daughter running around naked for eight months!" Jim exclaimed. Caroline looked too stunned to say anything for a while. Finally, "Oh, Greg, that just seems too extreme. It's indecent. How could she ever stand the humiliation? Why does she have to be naked?" "My psychiatrist friend feels it is an essential part of the whole re-birthing idea." He went on to explain the reasons as he had to Shannon. "Remember, Shannon has agreed to this. Believe me, her initial reaction was much stronger than yours, but she apparently decided it was worth it. If you should agree, Shannon should not know that you know of her nakedness." From Caroline, "You mean there is more of a basis for this than just enslavement and humiliation?" "Actually, the inevitable humiliation would be a strong incentive for weight loss and physical conditioning. I plan to put up mirrors literally all over the house. But besides that, the symbolism of stripping away all pretense and camouflage is considered effective for this kind of treatment." "There is one other essential thing I would want from you. This will be very hard, and should be kept from Shannon. I want the two of you to visit her at my place - frequently, and soon after we start." "You want me to see my own adult daughter naked? Visit with her? That's crazy! That's just wrong! I couldn't do that!" Jim was obviously angry. "We appreciate you wanting to help, Greg, but this is way over the top." "OK. As I said, I won't proceed without you. Shannon is willing, but that's not enough. Will you do one thing for me before you completely reject the plan? Will you bring Shannon and the kids up for the day next Saturday? Bring your swimsuits, and we'll have a barbecue by the pool. I will have my psychiatrist friend stop in so you can chat with her." "We would like to see your place and visit some more", said Caroline. "A three hour round trip all together might be pretty uncomfortable, but we will try. Don't get your hopes up for us agreeing, though." "I really want all of you there. Let me know if you can work it out." Saturday If he had not been so concerned about the big issue, Greg would have really enjoyed the day. The weather was perfect and his barbecue was delicious, if he did say so. They kids had a blast in the pool, but overall were extremely well behaved. When he first saw Janie in her swimsuit, he thought he would choke. It was like jumping back 20 years and seeing Shannon! Shannon refused to swim, claiming she did not have a suit. Greg could not avoid thinking humorously that if they all signed, the swimsuit problem would be moot. Caroline & Jim had had a long discussion with Julia, and had seemed unusually reserved ever since. Julia had asked to speak privately with Shannon as well, but that session had been much shorter. She had stayed for lunch, and there had been one good laugh when Janie asked if she was Greg's girlfriend. After everyone had finished eating and Julia had left, it was obviously decision time. When the kids were out of sight, Jim said to Shannon, "Honey, if you are ready to sign, we are!" Shannon visibly trembled for a moment, then straightened her shoulders and said, "Let's do it!" Greg got four copies he had prepared and they all signed them all. He then told them to select a safe word when he stepped away. With that, they made preparations to drive back home. As they were all heading toward the car, Greg gently took Shannon's arm and said, "Shannon, you stay. It starts now." Stunned, she looked at him in disbelief for a moment, then said, "But I don't have anything with me!" "Right!" was his response. Shannon looked like she was trying to catch her breath. She started to speak but he cut her off. "This is not negotiable. Say goodbye to the kids. Tell them I set up an appointment for you in town and you have to stay. Your folks will know why." Looking pale and frightened, she did as he instructed, and they stood together and watched they others pull away for home. ***** "Come on inside and get familiar with the house. I'll show you your room." As soon as they entered the house, Shannon stopped as if frozen in place. Greg was several steps away when he noticed she was not following. When he walked back to her, she asked plaintively, "D..Do I have to strip, now?" He almost laughed, but knew she was too fragile to handle that. Truth was, he was pretty nervous about her getting naked, as well. He thought for a long moment, then asked her to come into the family room and sit down." "Remember, you are here by your own choice. You will obey everything I tell you to do by your own choice. I will give you some choice of when you get naked, too. I have a suggestion. We take the rest of today and tomorrow to relax and get more comfortable with each other. Tomorrow at bedtime, you get into the hot tub naked. I will join you, in a swimsuit, of course. I will leave the hot tub first and go to bed. You will dry off there, leave the towel, and go to your room naked. When you come out of your room Monday morning, that will be the decision point. If you are dressed, I will drive you back home, and the whole plan is done. If you are naked, it means you agree to stay." "I can sense you are more nervous about first getting naked than about anything else that might happen. If worrying about it keeps you from relaxing and talking with me, maybe you should just do it now and get it over with. Like everything else, it's your choice." A flash of relief crossed her face, but it was soon replaced by the same tension. He took her on a very thorough tour of the whole place, trying to be as relaxed and friendly as he could be. It took a great effort of will not to display the same nervousness she felt. Shannon said hardly anything throughout the tour. When they came back to the family room, he offered her something to drink. She asked for a diet Coke, but said she had to use the bathroom first. He got himself a mineral water, and sat down to think of how to get her to talk to him. He heard her come back into the room from behind and turned to talk to her. He dropped the bottle of mineral water when he saw that she was naked. "I..I couldn't stand it! I just had to get it over with." There were tears streaming down her face, she was flushed bright red, and she had her hands trying to cover as much as possible. Flexing his will power, he looked her right in the eye. "I'm really glad you decided to stay. I'm going to get my suit on. Let's go for a swim." "But it's outside. Someone might see me." "I've checked, and no one can see into my yard unless they work very hard at it. Look, I think swimming will be a good way to start getting used to no clothes. As I remember, you are a really good swimmer." After they had been in the pool a few minutes, Shannon mostly huddling under water in the deep end, Greg told her he needed to make a phone call, and he would be back in a few minutes. Inside, he dialed Julia and told her the plan was on, and Shannon was already naked. She seemed surprised but very pleased. "I need a little help, Julia." "I'll help any way I can." "Well, I was so pessimistic about this happening, I didn't do any of the ground work. First of all, can you find me a doctor who will do a complete physical immediately - preferably Monday? What I really want is assurance that it is OK to proceed with the diet and exercise program." "That is a challenge! I do have a few favors I can call in. If it's cash, full price, it would make it easier." "No problem. I just want it fast and thorough." "I hope you weren't planning on a house call." "No, no, nothing like that. We have to make a shopping trip for a few other necessities, anyway, so she will have to dress and go out. I know who I want for her personal trainer, even if I haven't approached him yet." "Him? You're going to have her working nude with a male trainer?" "Every week. He really is the best, and he is a good friend I can trust. Do you think that is a bad idea?" "Hmmm. Hadn't thought about it. I guess having some other men see her naked is just part of the program. It sounded like you need someone else, though." "Yes. A really good, discrete, nutritionist. Know anyone?" After just a few seconds, Julia exclaimed, "Oh, of course! Yvonne Torres. She would be perfect. She is really into fitness, as well, so she knows just the right foods for Shannon's situation. Not that it's important, but she is attractive, as well. "I will want complete menus planned out for a week at a time, so that will be more work. I will pay her top dollar. How do you know her?" "Uh..just someone I have met and later worked with." "Oh, you mean a former patient?" "You know that's a no-comment subject." She chuckled lightly. "I think once I describe the program to her, she will be eager to participate, but the nudity could be a deal-breaker. I'll call her today, and have her call you." "One other big favor. Could you make your first visit tomorrow evening? I know it's Sunday, but I will be doing a lot of setting up earlier tomorrow, and we will have gone shopping. She has already met you, so it would be good if you were the next to see her naked. In fact, why don't you come for dinner at 6:30. Better come alone this time." "I can do that. Frank's on the road again, so alone is assured. See you then." ***** After coming in from the pool, Greg asked Shannon to sit in the family room and talk for a while. She perched stiffly in a chair, legs crossed and arms folded. He thought he should say something about her relaxing and not covering up, but decided to let it happen in its own time. "Shannon, the fact that you are really here has caught me rather by surprise. I have to admit I did not believe it would happen. Let me ask you, why did you decide to take me up on it?" "You had it right. I has heading either back to drugs or to sleeping pills. I already hated myself so much I could hardly stand it. Then seeing you was like holding up a mirror and seeing how bad I really was. I just couldn't take it. You are literally the only hope I have." "So you want to change so badly you will even do it naked?" "I am having a terrible time with that, as you can see. I'm still not convinced it is necessary, but you are, and you won't do it any other way. I have rationalized it all kinds of ways. If you're punishing me for what I did to you, then I have it coming, and maybe I will actually feel better because of it. If it's just penance for all of my screw-ups, well, I deserve that, too. Julia, the doctor, seems to really believe it is an important part of starting a new life. Anyway, here I am, in the flesh!" She giggled briefly, the first sign of relaxation she had shown. "I am glad you are here! I am also humbled that you trusted me enough to take this step. I have to admit, I will be shooting from the hip on lots of things. With your help, and Julia's, I will try to get things right as soon as possible. Here's what I do have planned, so far; tomorrow, we will go shopping and pick up some things that we need to have here. Later, Julia is coming over for supper." "What kinds of things do we need to buy?" "There are quite a few I can think of. We need some running shoes for you, and some sport bras." "Why bras if I am to be naked?" "When you are on the treadmill, it is probably best for you not to bounce all over. I want to get several identical two-piece swimsuits, and several identical leotards in decreasing sizes." "Whatever for?" "Every Monday we are going to have a recording session. We will record your weight and all your measurements. I'm going to have you make a chart for the numbers. It will hang on the wall of the workout room." "You mean where anyone can see it? Ooooh, I guess that's the least of what they can see, isn't it?" "I guess so. I also want to take pictures every week to record your progress." "Wait a minute! Naked pictures are not part of the deal." "The naked ones will be just for you, if you want to keep them. The sets in the swimsuit and the leotard will be for you to show other people someday, if you choose. You should have a nice housecoat and some decent slings or sandals to keep near the front door." "Why is that?" "I cannot be here with you all the time. I want you to stay naked while I am gone, but if someone unexpected comes to the door, you will be able to look 'normal' when you answer." "That's thoughtful. Thank you." "Remember, humiliating you is not my objective. Changing you is. Also for your safety and comfort, I will always have my cell phone on when away. I will show you the speed dial on the house phone. Since you only have your purse with you, you'll need to get cosmetics and female supplies..." She gasped, then, "Ohmygod! My period is due in a few days! I can't go around naked when that's on! Please!" "How long does the flow last?" "Three or four days." "Each month, you pick the first day, and you can wear swimsuit bottoms for four days. Does that make you feel better." "Oh, yes! My boobs still get swollen and heavy, but at least....You were married, right, so you know about these things?" "Yes, I was. My ex was something of a PMS monster, so I REALLY know about 'these things.'" He couldn't help chuckling to himself. This woman, whom he had assumed was so hard-bitten and worldy-wise, needed to talk obliquely about her menstrual cycle. Maybe if there was this much modesty left, a lot of other good things were still in there, too. "Now, how about the cigarettes? How do you want to quit? If cold turkey is going to make a tough situation even worse, I will let you choose another method. I suppose you have a few in your purse, and if you really need a smoke, you can step outside and have one. Let me know in the morning what you want to do. I never have alcohol in the house, and, of course, no recreational drugs of any kind. In fact, only a few basic over-the-counter items. Are you on any meds? Anti-depressants?" "I have been, but I've only taken them off and on. Let's assume I won't need them." "That reminds me. Julia is trying to find a doctor who will do a complete physical for you Monday or Tuesday. I don't want to start any vigorous diet or exercise without one." "I hate doctors! Besides, I don't have any medical insurance right now, so I can't pay for an exam." "That's part of my cost. Don't worry about it. Sometime next week, a nutritionist will be coming for her first weekly visit. Probably a week later, your personal trainer will be here for the first time." He thought it best not to mention gender just now. They chatted for several more minutes about shopping and what things were needed. After a pause, Shannon asked: "Greg, what am I going to do with myself all day every day?" "That will be the least of your problems. Before long, you will be wishing for more hours in the day. I am going to have you lay out a detailed schedule for your days, then journal exactly what you did. You will work up to two hours a day of exercise. Studying for your GED will take 2-3 hours. I want you to read at least one newspaper thoroughly, and watch at least one hour of a news channel every day. We will spend probably an extra hour around mealtime discussing current events, politics, etc." "I never pay much attention to that." "That needs to change. It is part of expanding your horizons and thinking about something besides yourself. Every day, you will talk to your parents and your kids. It would be good to pick a regular time to call, and stay with it." "What will I talk about every day?" "That should not be a problem. Ask about their lives. Start to really find out about someone else." "How am I going to study for my GED? Will I have to go to a school?" "On the Internet." "But, I've never used a computer!" "Then, that will be the first part of your learning." "Wow! I guess I won't have much time to get bored, will I?" "When you have free time, I hope you can really relax, instead of getting bored. Later on, I have some outside activities I may want you to get into." "What are those?" "Let me keep that a secret for a while yet." "If I'm going out, I'll need to buy some clothes. I don't really have any decent ones even back home." "Clothes we will buy only when really needed so we're sure they fit. You will only need them for short periods, anyway. You can wear the clothes you came in shopping and to the doctor. After that, it will be a while before you go out again." "So, I really am kind of a prisoner, huh?" "I prefer to think of you more as a patient. And, I hope, a friend. The isolation has a purpose." For the first time, Shannon had relaxed her posture a bit. She had moved her arms, and her breasts were completely exposed. When she first undressed, and all the time at the pool, he had killed himself to look only at her face when she could see him. Now, he let himself examine her breasts in detail. He could not guess what their normal size was, but in her teens, they were medium sized. Now, they were very full and quite pendulous. There was a roll of flesh where they 'hinged' on each side. Her aureolae were about half-dollar sized and not very dark. As he watched, her nipples crinkled and expanded until they jutted about a half inch. "Uhhh...Greg. You're staring at me." "Yes, I am. That's something you'll have to get used to. I see you don't find it totally repulsive." "What...Oh!" She flushed and quickly covered up again. "Please don't cover up. I am going to be seeing every inch of you constantly. The sooner you get used to that and just let it happen, the sooner you will feel comfortable here. I will try not to be crude or obnoxious, but I am a male, and you are a naked female. I cannot avoid looking, OK?" She sat looking thoughtful for a few moments, then dropped her arms down again. "I really am quite modest naturally, you know. It has always been hard to expose myself. I could probably get over that easier if I didn't look so ugly. It's like I just want to hide myself in shame." "Please believe I am not looking at you with disgust. I feel bad for you that you have gotten into this condition. But I really do want to help. The need to look is just pure biology. For this next eight months to work like we want it to, I am going to have to learn everything about you - more than anyone has known before - more than you ever thought you would let be known. I'm talking not just your body, but your emotions, your fears, your fantasies, your biases - everything. I guess nakedness is important because clothes are the most obvious means of hiding something you don't want known. With clothes gone, and nothing hidden, hopefully, it's easier to expose those other things. I guess that's why Julia felt nudity was so important to this re-birthing." "Why can't you just be naked, too?" "I'm afraid that might defeat the purpose. The focus has to be on you. Anyway, that point is not negotiable." She made a petulant face, but said nothing more. After a light supper, they spent the rest of the evening chatting and watching TV. She seemed a bit more relaxed, but reflexively kept her crotch hidden as much as possible. When it was time to go to bed, she looked hesitantly at him and asked, "Uhhh..do I have to sleep naked?" "That's your choice. You have panties, and I can give you a large T-Shirt if you want. I would recommend you sleep naked, though, just to help you adjust to it. What you do in your room is your choice, though." She did not reply, but did not ask for the shirt, and they both retired. - - Pygmalion Project (2/13) Week 1 (MF) Week 1: Mid May ----------------------- Sunday Shopping late Sunday morning was about the most unusual experience Shannon ever had. They went first to a sporting goods superstore. She reluctantly picked out a somewhat conservative bikini, returning several that Greg judged too modest. She looked ridiculous in it, but he was insistent. He then picked up one of every size down through size eight. They repeated the same drill with the leotard. The shoes and sports bras were easier. The looks they got at checkout would have been hilarious, if she was not so embarrassed. Later, they went to Target for the housecoat, cosmetics, and supplies. She had decided just to do an aggressive tapering off to quit smoking. Greg told her she had just ten days, and they bought just enough smokes to make it. He was relaxed and considerate as they shopped, and treated her to lunch. He acted like this was just a normal shopping outing. He had forwarded the home phone to his cell, and just after lunch, he got a call from Yvonne, the nutritionist. They introduced themselves, and he explained how he wanted her to visit each week and set up a complete menu for the week. She said she would stop by Monday evening, and they could arrange a permanent schedule then. After agreeing on her charges, she rather hesitantly said, "Julia tells me that Shannon is naked, but it is nothing kinky - no bondage or S&M. I find that rather hard to believe. I want to talk to Shannon alone for a while, and if I don't think the setup is right, I won't be able to work for you." "I'm actually pleased to hear you say that. I want you to be comfortable and enthusiastic about helping her out. I think we can do something unique and significant here. See you tomorrow evening." Back home, Shannon almost froze coming through the door again. She had only been dressed for a few hours, but it was almost as hard coming out naked again as it was the first time. She wondered if it would ever become easy. He had her swim laps for fifteen minutes, then she decided to do her phone calls. She was very nervous, so they planned out what she should tell the kids about why she was at his house. He left her alone, and she spent nearly an hour by the time she had talked to all four. She was exhausted when she finished, but was surprised how well the talks had gone. Apparently, her folks had briefed the kids pretty well. They were apprehensive about the long absence, but very supportive of her goal. Terry was concerned that she might miss all of his wrestling matches later in the fall and winter. She did not know what to tell him about that. It was getting to be late afternoon, and Greg told her he wanted her to do her first session on the treadmill. Swimming and walking were the only exercises she would be doing until the physical was completed and her trainer had worked out a plan. He told her to put on her new shoes and her sport bra. When she came out, she was blushing and very nervous again. "God, Greg, this is almost worse than being completely naked! With my boobs covered but my ass and pussy bare, I feel awfully exposed. Couldn't I please put on some bottoms for exercising?" "No, sorry! We're going to stick with the program. The bra is not to allow you to cover up, but to stop any harm from prolonged jiggling." "More like flopping!", she retorted. She was already having trouble, but when she walked into his exercise room, she practically froze. Because of his competitive running in high school and college, and his high school football, Greg had always been in perfect physical condition. Until, that is, the divorce and the push to the sale overtook him. He had let himself slide, not to the extent of gaining weight, he was driving himself too hard for that, but he lost energy and concentration. When things settled down, he vowed to make proper conditioning a top life-long priority. When he bought and remodeled the house, he added a club-quality exercise area. It had a treadmill and stationary bike, several weight machines for different muscle groups, along with a rack of dumbbells and an area of tumbling mats. Three sides of the room were nearly all mirrored, and the lighting was very bright. Everything stood out in sharp, unforgiving detail. When Shannon had first toured the room, she was dressed. Now, in her accentuated nakedness, she was near panic. "I can't stand this! I see myself everywhere! I look so bare and so awful. Please, don't make me do this!" Greg wondered to himself how many of these crisis points they would have to work through. He talked gently to her, letting her gradually calm down and adjust to the reflections. He showed her how to work the treadmill, and after a few minutes, she got on and started it very slowly. She was walking in almost mincing steps, and when he reached over to speed up the track she said, "Don't speed it up! I can't go any faster." "Of course you can. You're barely strolling, now." "But..but.." "Shannon, you can't walk with your thighs held together. It doesn't work." "But, if I take long steps, my cunt lips will be out in the open every step! It's too embarrassing!" Sighing, he reached over and paused the treadmill. Taking her hand, he sat her down on a bench. It was time to be tough, again. "Remember, I said I would see every inch of you? Well, let's get over this covering up business right now. Lean back and spread your legs wide open. Let me see everything right now so you won't worry about hiding it from me." "Nooo...that's too much. Please, I can't!" tears starting to form. "You know this will happen sooner or later. Just relax. I won't hurt you, I won't laugh at you, and I won't make you do anything kinky. It's part of the program that nothing is hidden. Now, please, just do it." She looked at him plaintively; looked liked she might balk and end the whole thing right then. Finally, though, a look of determination crossed her eyes, and she jerked her legs apart and leaned back on her elbows. He waited a few seconds, then knelt down with his face only about two feet from her crotch. It wasn't from lust. He just wanted her to get used to her privates being exposed. She flinched as he knelt, but he had positioned himself so she couldn't close her legs. Of course, with her pussy shaved bare, he had already seen just about everything, but he took time to examine her more closely. Her labia were fleshy, probably because of the extra weight. They were no darker than the skin on her belly. Her slit came up the front of her pubic bone a bit, so it was easily visible from a frontal view. He mused on how different this was from Jenna, whose slit was almost completely hidden underneath. He could not see any of the inner lips, and there was only a slight separation over her clit where the ring held the slit apart. "Have you thought of just taking the ring out?," he asked. She reacted as if startled out of a trance. "I would want a doctor to do it, and I haven't seen one in years." "You can have it done when you go for your physical, if you'd like. I'm sure it's just a matter of making sure it's properly disinfected." "I would like to be rid of it. It just attracts attention to my pussy, and, now, that's the last thing I want." "I assume it's through the hood, and not the clit itself?" "Right. Adam wanted it in the clit, but I just couldn't handle the pain." "That should make removal pretty easy, then. Spread your lips open so I can see it." "Huh? You...? She waited a long time, staring at him, then took one hand and spread herself wide open. He could see the hood, but not the clit itself. It was apparently shrunken. At least right now, the fear and embarrassment overwhelmed any feelings of arousal. "Maybe you didn't notice, but you were able to talk quite clinically, there. See, it's just something you have to get used to. There is one more thing I want you to do, now. Get down on the mat on all fours, spread your knees apart, and lower your shoulders." "You're kidding! That's gross!" "I know, but it's the last piece of shock therapy here so you won't worry about covering up anymore." Again, exhibiting some hidden determination that surprised him, she did as he asked. He again knelt behind her and stared for a few moments. Then, he touched her lightly and briefly on the hip and stood up. She yelped and rolled quickly to her side. She looked up at him with a combination anger and fear, and he knew instantly he had made a mistake. "Please, forgive me for touching you like that. I just wanted to let you know you could get up. I'm new at this, too, and I don't want to do anything to frighten you or make you mistrust me. I promise not to touch you again without your permission, OK?" She sat motionless, breathing heavily, then said, "I guess I'm too jumpy. I know you didn't mean anything, but I was really tense and it startled me. Being in that position has some bad memories for me. I'm OK, now." Finally, back on the treadmill, he was able to get the speed up to where she was taking decent strides. He could see how bad her conditioning was, and set the timer for only fifteen minutes. "I'm going to the study to make a phone call. When it stops, just get a drink, or shower, or whatever, and wait for me in the kitchen." In the study, he dialed Alex Torvold, his best friend and an old teammate. Alex was two years ahead of him at college, but had stayed on the team staff after his eligibility ended. While Greg had been a middle distance man, Alex was a pentathlete. He had studied sports medicine and done extremely well for himself. He was now on the training staff with two of the local pro teams, as well as their alma mater. As an additional business, he was in demand as a personal trainer for both athletes and celebrities. To top it all off, he was a trained, licensed masseur. In all Alex' experience, though, Greg was sure he had never heard anything like this call. After some brief preliminaries, Greg just laid the whole thing on him. "Why do you want me", Alex asked. "Because I trust you to be discrete and considerate. Because she needs to lose a third of her body weight. Because you are the best. This is such a crazy, intimate situation, there is no one else I would even consider. I want a man for her trainer to put some extra pressure on her to improve. I'm hoping there will be some sexual drive to want to look pleasing to you. She is going to need all the incentive we can generate to succeed in this remake." "But, are you going to make her work out naked? How will she feel about that? How will she feel about another man seeing her? I'm not even sure I can handle it. I will be so embarrassed for her?" "And that is exactly why I asked you. You will care about her. Yes, she will have to exercise naked except for shoes and a sports bra for running only. Yes, it will be extremely hard for her. The first session could unravel the whole program, but, somehow, I don't think so. Whether it's desperation or a resurgence of her will power, she has surprised me with her determination, so far." "You said a third of her body weight. Just how much does she weigh?" "Our first weigh-in is tomorrow, but I would guess she now weights about 200. She is carrying that on a rather slender frame. So, you see how critical the bodybuilding will be. If this isn't done right, she could have a real Shar-pei problem when she loses the weight." Alex chuckled slightly at that, and Greg could tell his tension had eased a bit. "There's one other thing I want you to do. I want her to have a good massage each visit and I want to see what you do so I can give her at least a soothing massage after her harder workouts. I will pay you much better than your going rate for your time." "I wasn't too worried about that, but thank you. I still think this is crazy, but I will do it as a favor. If you think this woman is worth all this trouble, I would kind of like to meet her. Say, do you have a romantic interest in her?" "No, I don't. After what we will go through the next eight months, I doubt if a relationship could work. I guess you know I have not completely gotten over Jenna." "Yeah, you've told me that. As a friend, I wish you could get past her, but... When do you want me to start." "In about a week. There are some other things that have to happen first - things that could blow up the whole program and make this conversation moot." Early mornings fit Alex's schedule best, so they agreed on Tuesdays as a regular time. When Greg came back to the kitchen after the call, Shannon was sitting there breathing heavily and drinking a glass of water. "This is awful! Do you know I have not walked for exercise in years? How will I ever run a 10K?" "Eight months is a long time. The trick is too build up gradually. Your trainer will set the right pace." "Who is this trainer, and when is she coming/" "The trainer's name is Alex, and HE is coming a week from Tuesday." "A man! You're going to make me exercise naked in front of another man? Oh, no! I can't do that!" "Alex is my closest friend. He is a real gentleman and a complete professional." He described Alex's credentials and what his businesses were. "I'm sure he has massaged some of his female clients nude." "But none of them look as bad as I do!" "Then do just what he says and start looking better, OK? If you can't do it, tell me now so I can take you home." She sat for a long time, just breathing heavily and staring at her water glass. "I don't want to go back. There is nothing there. This is awfully hard, but I just hate my life. I've got to change. It just seems you are trying to find ways to embarrass me." "No, that is not my intention. Some of the things I have to do are tough, but please believe me, I want this to succeed. I am hitting you with all the outsiders in about the first week. That way, if you can't handle it, neither of us will waste a lot of time. After Alex, it will be a while before you have to meet anyone else." He silently hoped he had not lied to her by not mentioning her parents - they weren't really outsiders, were they? They both sat in silence, then. Finally, he told her she should freshen up before Julia arrived. ***** When the doorbell rang promptly at 6:30, he led her to the study just off the front entry, and had her sit on the loveseat that faced at a right angle to the door. He had two reasons for having her wait here. First, the door was solid, so if it was not someone who should see her, he could just leave it closed. Second, if she panicked, there was no other way out of the room. Predictably, she was very frightened. "Relax, Shannon. You have met Julia already. She knows all about this, and is rooting for you as hard as I am." "But she hasn't seen me like this. You know, it's hard having you or any man see me, but in a way it's worse with a woman. There is almost more shame, especially if she is attractive." "Just remember, Julia is the person you should feel most free to tell everything." Here goes another of those make or break moments, he thought. How many can we pile in one day? When he ushered Julia into the study, Shannon literally froze in panic, hardly even able to breathe. Pro that she was, Julia started talking to her immediately. "Shannon, I am so proud of you for doing this plan. I can't imagine how hard it must be for you to meet people like this. You must really want to change, don't you?" "I..I..I don't just w..want to change. I have to! I feel like if I don't, my life is over." "Well, it's not over by a long shot." Julia walked over and took one of her hands, gently pulling it from in front of her breasts. Shannon resisted a little at first, but then relaxed and looked up at Julia, still with a frightened look. "Together, we are going to let you become what you really want to be, aren't we?" "I..I hope so. It's just so hard to expose myself all the time. I keep thinking I can't do it one more time. I still don't really understand why I have to be naked." "When someone, like me, for instance, comes in and meets you naked, what do they think about you?" "They wonder how I got so fat, and how I could ever expose myself, looking like I do. They think I must be really desperate to do something like this." "People who care won't think about the weight, and Greg will only let people who care meet you. Everyone will think that you must be being completely honest. You would not subject yourself to this, then try to fool or deceive them. Have you always been honest with people, before?" "No way. Us users are the best liars in the world. It's just part of the 'anything' we will do to get the fixes we need." "Why do you say 'us' when you talk about users?" A pause and a startled look. "I'm an addict. I always will be. That won't change." "But you are no longer a user! You are getting forever beyond that. Don't let yourself think about being one of them. This is very important! Part of the reason for being naked is to show that nothing from before is still hanging on to you. You are starting over with an absolutely clean record." All through dinner, Julia kept up a steady conversation, mostly with Shannon. It took him a few minutes to realize it was not just chattiness, but a conscious effort to relax Shannon and keep her mind occupied. After dinner, they sat for a while in the family room. Julia somewhat surprised him by sitting beside him on the sofa, and moving close, touching shoulders and legs. She occasionally laid her hand on his arm or leg, and rested her head on his shoulder briefly once. Shannon had to visit the bathroom, and he asked Julia, "Is this unusual, but very pleasant, cuddliness for Shannon's benefit?" "Julia blushed briefly, then responded, "Oh, you caught on to my non-stop talking tactic, huh? But, no, I'm just enjoying being close to my good friend. What you are doing is unbelievably kind and giving. Women are just naturally attracted to those traits. I just felt the desire to be close. Hope I haven't disturbed you!" She put her arm around his neck and kissed him briefly on the cheek. Startled, he turned toward her and she kissed him again, this time right on the lips. "Not at all! You know you are one of the people I am closest to. It's just that you have always been so reserved and professional with me before." "I guess I just decided you won't really ever be my patient again, and we can go back to being just good friends." "That's fine with me." Surprising himself, he reached over and gave her a warm hug. They had barely rearranged themselves when Shannon returned. "How about a hot tub? Julia, did you happen to bring a suit?" "No, I didn't." Shannon piped up, "Well, we have all those two pieces." At Julia's puzzled look, she explained about the weigh-ins, the swimsuits, and the leotards. "I don't have a two-piece body, though. In fact, I don't have a swimsuit body at all, any more." "Ha! Look who's talking. How do you think I feel. Please, let me get you a suit and let's soak. It really does feel good." Julia suddenly realized this was an important supporting move for Shannon. She turned to Greg, shrugged helplessly, and followed Shannon down the hall to her room. Julia O'Brien Waxman had always been a fascinating woman to Greg. At 47, she had lost none of her innate womanly appeal. A classic redhead, she had piercing gray-green eyes that sparkled while gazing into the depths of your soul. Her face was beautiful, if not in the classic cover girl sense. Her features were regular, well proportioned and extremely expressive. Her detached 'professional' look had taken her a great deal of practice to perfect. She was not a small woman, standing about 5'9". Neither was she slim. All of her parts were substantial, although he had never considered her fat. Well-endowed was a perfect description. Besides her lovely, lively face, her best asset was her incredible skin. Creamy white and freckled, it appeared to him to be without a flaw. Of late, there was no question she had put on extra weight, perhaps 20 pounds, or so, enough so it was starting to show on her face and neck. At their first ever meeting years ago, she was dressed up for dinner out, and he could hardly stammer through the introductions. Her clinging cocktail dress showed off her hourglass figure, her waist seeming almost impossibly small between her bulging breasts and her lush hips. Jenna had a marvelous figure, but somehow, she seemed like a pre-teen standing next to Julia. As they became better acquainted, he saw her in casual clothes, even shorts. There was nothing that could make her look anything but sexy. Later, when she was treating him, it was hard to adjust to the professional dress and demeanor. Indeed, she had been reluctant to treat him because of the friendship that had developed. Julia's husband, Frank, was CEO and owner of a successful women's fashion house. He was 12 years older than Julia. Frank had been Greg's key customer for his logistics management software. Greg was struggling with just a few smaller manufacturing firms as clients, and his company's future was very much in doubt. Jenna had wanted to attend a fashion show and he had agreed to take her. After the show, he had accidentally overheard an angry exchange between a department store buyer and a fashion house sales rep. The buyer loved the line, but the rep could not ship for several weeks, almost missing the season. Greg knew nothing of the fashion business, but he knew a logistics snafu when he heard one. He caught the name of the manufacturer from the rep's briefcase, and personally made the call. Somehow, he got through the usual maze of skeptical, resistant administrators and managers, and ended up with the boss. Frank had just been reamed by an angry department store CEO, and was surprisingly receptive. He invited Greg and Jenna to dinner with him and his wife at their club. Frank later confided that he relied heavily on Julia to vett any prospective business relationships. Fortunately, Greg passed. It took two fashion seasons, but through a monumental effort, Frank's company attained a reputation as the most reliable supplier in their market. Surprisingly, no other fashion houses came calling, but Frank was well-connected in the business communty, and Greg was soon off to the races. He could honestly say he owed his success to Julia. Later, he came to owe his mental well-being - his sanity - to her. He was almost surprised to see Julia look a bit embarrassed as she dropped her towel and stepped into the hot tub. She, who was always composed and in control! From his brief look, he could see the extra padding she was concerned about, but she still looked womanly and desirable. They enjoyed a congenial soak for a half-hour, toweled off and dressed, then said goodbye until next Sunday evening, their agreed upon regular get-together time. Monday The first thing Monday morning, they did the weigh-in and measurement session. He had her do all the measurements, first, and write them down. Later, she would prepare a chart to show her progress. Several times, tears coursed down her cheeks when she saw the numbers. Next, he set up his digital camera on a tripod and shot the nude sequence first. He had decided on a series of ten standard shots they would use each week. He took front, back, and both sides standing, then several typical body-building poses. Some of these shots looked frankly pathetic. She barely held it together through it all. They did the same sequence in the bikini and the leotard. He convinced her to don and remove the suit and the leotard right there without retreating to her room. He did turn around while she changed, since this action was somehow harder then just being nude. He again had to assure her no one but she would see the pictures, unless she showed them. Julia had arranged a physical for late morning on Monday. The doctor was rather stern in his assessment of her condition, but raised no objection to her diet and exercise program. Back home, Greg immediately noticed the missing clit ring when she came out from her room. "Did it hurt to remove the ring? Is there any pain now." "No, it was really quite painless. Were you looking for the ring in particular, or do you just naturally check out my pussy all the time?" "Just biology, remember? Besides, we did talk about it yesterday." In the few hours before Yvonne was due to arrive, she did her laps in the pool, then made her phone calls when the kids got home. When the doorbell rang late in the afternoon, he led Shannon to the study to wait while he went to the door. When he opened it, he paused an embarrassing time before finally opening his mouth. Julia's description of 'attractive' missed the mark by half. "H..hello, Yvonne, I'm happy to meet you. Please come in." He noticed her giving him a long, appraising look, as well. "Would you like to meet Shannon right away, or would you rather find out more about me first?" She seemed surprised at his question, but responded quickly. "I would really like to find out about you from Shannon, Let me meet her and talk to her alone for a while. Would that be all right?" He readily agreed and led her into the study. Shannon was once again almost catatonic and near tears when they entered the room. "Shannon, this is Yvonne Torres, the nutritionist. She would like to speak to you alone for a while. Join me in the kitchen when you are finished." He brewed a fresh pot of coffee, and was well into a second cup when the two women came into the kitchen. He threw them a questioning look, but said nothing. "Well, Greg, I was not at all sure I would be staying to work with you. I really came out of deference to Julia. I really do not understand or like this nudity business. Shannon, however, has convinced me there is no coercion involved, and that she really wants to change no matter what it takes. If she is that determined, I will be honored to help her. Tell me what you would like me to do." "I want to set up a complete eating plan that will allow Shannon to safely lose two pounds a week for 35 weeks. She will be ramping up to a vigorous exercise program at the same time, using an expert personal trainer. My ideal would be for you to devise a complete menu for each week, plus any supplements you recommend for Shannon. You can include me on the menu." With that, Yvonne set about planning the first week's menu. She asked many questions about what Shannon liked or disliked, about any problems with certain types of foods, about water consumption, etc. When she asked about alcohol, he told her there would be none in the house, and that he was a teetotaler. This drew an intense look from Yvonne, but she did not comment. While doing the planning, she stayed next to Shannon, across the table from him. She would glance at him occasionally, but did not address him directly. When the planning was done, she gave them the completed menu and and the ingredients list, along with a list of recommended supplements. "I could email you the information in the future if you would prefer." Greg sensed she might actually prefer this, but he did not think it was best for Shannon. "No, I would really like to have you here in person each week, if you can work it in. I will be happy to pay your for your travel time." Yvonne gave him another long look with an indecipherable expression, then agreed to visit again each Monday afternoon. At the door, she said a polite goodbye, but did not extend her hand. It was obvious she was at least uncomfortable with him. Perhaps she really disliked him. Why had Julia recommended her? She must have had some idea of her reaction to him and the situation. What was Julia's connection with her? Of course! She must be a patient! It would be just like Julia to put Yvonne in this situation for therapeutic purposes. He went back to the kitchen and chatted with Shannon a few minutes. She was stressed by the encounter, but liked Yvonne. She left to visit the bathroom, and was gone a long time. When she returned, she was wearing the swimsuit bottom. With a red face, she stammered out, "Uh...remember I said my period was close? Well, it's here." "We knew it would happen. Let's try to keep up your normal schedule, but let me know if you are feeling too bad to continue, OK?" With that, he fixed them supper. As he thought ahead, he realized her four days would end Friday, so she would be totally naked again for the weekend. Later, while Shannon did the treadmill, we went to the study and called Yvonne. "Yvonne, this is Greg. I could tell you were uncomfortable here today, and I'm sorry if I made it any worse." "You've got to admit, this deal is a 10 on the weird scale." "Yes, I suppose it is. Did Julia tell you why she is naked?" "No, she told me very little, except that this woman could really use my help, and that you were willing to pay for it." "Well, I would appreciate it if you would talk to her some more. Let me just say the nudity was her idea, not mine, and, believe me, I am not finding it easy, either." "Oh, I didn't know that." "The real reason I called was to give you the chance to do the planning by email if being here was too difficult. The reason I wanted you to visit in person was to give Shannon as much outside contact as possible. Also, learning to face people when naked is part of the process Julia has set up. I just did not consider that others coming into the house would be as uncomfortable as I was, and I shouldn't expect you to just accept it." "I really appreciate your offer. I will talk to Julia and let you know in a day or two. Would that be all right?" He agreed, and they ended the call. ***** The rest of the week was a blur of activity, only slightly curtailed by her menstrual problems. After an early swim for her and his morning run, they started right in with computer lessons. Within a few hours, she was able to log into the home delivery grocery site and order the groceries needed for Yvonne's planned menu. Next, they ordered the supplements, which would arrive by mail in a few days. Over lunch, they worked out a schedule for sharing meal preparation. After lunch, he showed her how to do searches, and they located several candidates for online GED completion. She had never sent or received an email, so he told her to make sure to get addresses from her parents and her kids when she talked to them next. After the first two days, the phone conversations got shorter, and he encouraged her to pick a single subject to focus on with each person each day. She was hungry! She had expected the diet to be difficult, but it was more than just her stomach. When waves of depression and self-pity came over her, she needed to eat! Or at least smoke, and her agreed on supply of cigarettes was almost gone. The few things Yvonne had authorized for snacking did little good. She found that the full feeling from drinking lots of water helped a little. She had never seriously dieted before, and she could not imagine keeping this up for eight months! Greg was hardly out of her sight that first week. She figured he did that on purpose to keep her occupied and not thinking of food. Just wearing the bottoms made being around him quite a bit easier. The Internet was a whole new world. She found the learning easy, and completing that first grocery order gave a feeling of accomplishment she had rarely experienced of late. Wednesday evening, Yvonne called to say she would hold to her scheduled Monday afternoon visits. Julia had explained the re-birthing concept and that it was her idea. She sounded actually friendly on the phone. After Shannon retired that evening, he called the Randolphs and asked them to come up for dinner Saturday evening. Jim was still very reluctant and wanted to delay, but Greg was insistent and he agreed to come. Saturday "Oh, someone is at the door. Wait in the study while I see who it is." Reluctantly, Shannon went into the study off the front entry. Greg had had her wait here for the other guests who had come, so everything was 'normal.' She knew to sit in the love seat, facing the door. Greg went to meet Shannon's parents, whom he had cautioned to be silent when they entered. Heart beating wildly, Greg ushered them into the study. Caroline could not stifle a slight gasp as she saw Shannon's sitting there naked. Whatever reaction he had expected or feared, what happened surpassed it. After a stunned moment, Shannon emitted an ear-piercing shriek. She dove into the corner of the loveseat and curled into a ball. Her knees were up against her chest, and her arms around her knees. "OH, NO, NO, NO! GOD, NO, NO, NO!" she kept moaning over and over, rocking herself as if in a trance. "How could you do this? This is too much! I can't take it. OH, NO, NO, NO!" Then nothing but wracking sobs. "Get out! Get out of here! He can't bring you in here! You can't see me like this!" "We'd better leave," Jim said. "No, you need to stay. We've got to get through this," Greg replied. "I'M DONE! I'M LEAVING RIGHT NOW! JUST GET THEM OUT OF HERE SO I CAN DRESS AND LEAVE! NOW!! OH, NO,NO,NO!" More violent sobs. Despite Greg's restraining hand on his arm, Jim turned and led Caroline out of the study. They had been warned repeatedly that this was a crucial step in the process. They knew her reaction could be extreme. But when it actually happened, they could not deal with it. Greg sat in the office chair opposite the loveseat and looked dejectedly at the still huddled and whimpering Shannon. He said nothing and she didn't move for several minutes. Finally, she sat up and stared angrily at him. "That was completely rotten! I can't believe you would try that! Shit! My parents! Get me my clothes, right now. I'm getting dressed, and you can keep your part of the bargain and take me back. I can't ride with them after this." "I've told you all along your parents are a key part of this plan. They care about you more than anyone else alive. You've decided to do the plan. Some strangers have already seen you naked. Why can't you accept your parents seeing you through the eyes of love?" "I just can't! Now you've really done it! I'll never be able to even visit them again! I'll be too embarrassed! Now, just get my fuckin' clothes so...WHAAA!!!!....OH MY GOD!!! She stiffened and stared at the doorway. Seeing her reaction, Greg rose, turned toward the door, and almost fell over from what he saw. There stood Jim and Caroline, NAKED! Jim stood slightly ahead, farthest from Greg. His arms were at his sides, and one hand clutched Carolines's tightly. Caroline stood slightly behind Jim, her breast up against the back of his arm. She was blushing fiercely, and her other arm was hunched toward her breast, her hand covering her pussy. She glanced nervously at Greg and shuddered slightly. Greg thought she might faint. Suddenly, she dropped her hand, raised her chin, moved up even with Jim, and threw her shoulders back. Having always considered them a handsome older couple, Greg couldn't resist a closer look. In their mid-50s, both could pass for younger. At about 5'11", Jim had a wide-shouldered, angular build. His arms, shoulders, and upper torso were beefy but not flabby. He did not have a visible six-pack, but his belly protruded only slightly, and he had modest love handles. He had the jutting ass of an athlete, well cushioned, but not flabby. His thighs were tight and substantial, with surprisingly thin calves. His pubic thatch showed no signs of the moderate graying of his head. His flaccid penis looked to be slightly longer than average, but noticeably thicker. His balls were definitely larger than average. Greg could see how difficult it was exposing his privates to his daughter from the obvious strain mingled with determination on his face. Greg remembered his vehement reaction to the possibility of seeing his daughter naked. While growing up, Caroline had embodied Greg's idea of 'woman.' She was statuesque and graceful. 'Elegant' was a description he learned as he grew older. Now, he was ashamed of the times in his youth when he wondered what she looked liked under the always modest clothing she wore. Now that he saw her completely, he was impressed. She showed no signs of wrinkling anywhere, except for the 'character lines' around her mouth and eyes. Even her neck was smooth and tight. The flesh on her shoulders and chest was smooth and soft-looking. Her medium-sized breasts were pleasingly full, and showed only moderate sag. Her aureoles were large and dark, but here nipples, although apparently hard, did not protrude far. Her waist was quite small and her belly protruded pleasantly, marred by a couple of small surgical scars and some stretch marks. Her hips flared nicely, while her ass was rather flat and tight. Caroline's legs had always impressed Greg - they seemed to take up most of her 5'8" height. He could see that she took care of them. There was no cellulite all the way to her crotch. She kept her pubic hair trimmed quite short, but it extended down over her labia. The pubic color was identical to the medium brown on her head. While Greg registered all this, Shannon sat motionless, hunched over with her arms instinctively covering her bulging breasts. Still almost in a trance, she murmured "What are you doing? WHY?" "Shannon, honey, your father and I have come to believe Greg's plan is your last, best chance for happiness. If our seeing you naked was going to ruin it, we hoped our being naked would change your mind. We couldn't think of anything else to do! Please don't leave! We desperately want to be part of your life! Let us in, please!" "But..but..I've never seen either of you naked - EVER!" "Honey, no one but your father and my doctor ever has!" Greg thought back over the years. Caroline had always worn knee length dresses, generously cut slacks, and loose fitting blouses and sweaters. In hot weather, her shorts were loose and halfway down her thighs. His rare memory of her in a swimsuit was of a chaste one-piece. This woman was modest! And look at her now! He started to shake just thinking of the enormity of what she was doing, and was almost ashamed of himself for looking at her. "Ex..excuse me! I..I'll leave you alone," Greg said, finally recovering slightly from his shock. "But Greg, didn't you invite us for dinner?" Caroline asked. "You..you mean you're going to stay like this?" he asked incredulously. "Well, Shannon has to, doesn't she?" asked Jim. That was it! Greg totally lost it. His eyes suddenly filled with tears. He collapsed back onto his chair and began shaking with racking, heaving sobs. He did not want to cry in front of Shannon, but he just could not help himself. For several minutes, he could barely catch his breath, he was sobbing so hard. Finally, he felt a gentle hand on his lowered head, and smelled a combination of pleasant perfume and woman smell that could only be Caroline. "What's wrong, Greg?" Still struggling for breath, he finally blurted out "God, I just hope someday I can love someone enough to do what you just did!" Then Shannon lost it! Still huddled over, she started a high-pitched wail, breaking into gasping moans. She kept this up for many minutes, rocking back and forth, clutching her breasts. Caroline gently stroked Greg's head as he gradually regained his composure. Jim sat down beside Shannon and gently rubbed her bare shoulders. They all waited until Shannon finally calmed down. Jim went back over and stood by Caroline, holding her hand again. Red-eyed and sniffling, Shannon finally looked up. "I..I..I guess it's my time to stand up and show myself, huh? God, I don't know if I can! You guys are so beautiful. I'm such a fat, ugly mess. How can I show myself? You'll be so disgusted!" "We won't be disgusted, Baby. We want to help you get back to your beautiful self again. Don't be afraid." "God, Dad, you haven't called me 'Baby' since...well, since before I went punk. I guess I kind of am a baby again. I've got to grow up all over again. Well, here goes...get a good look. Try not to gag." With that, she stood up, her eyes downcast, her hands at her sides, twitching from the mental effort to keep from covering her bare pussy. No one moved or said anything for a long time. Finally, to Greg's surprise and chagrin, Shannon spoke up: "Uh, Greg. Aren't you overdressed for dinner?" "Part of the agreement was that I would remain clothed when you were present. I'd better stick with that." "That wasn't part of the written agreement, just your promise. Here, mom has bared herself in front of you. Who can tell how much that cost her. Can't you show support for her by stripping? Besides, you won't be alone with me, so you aren't really breaking the agreement." Greg had always been somewhat body shy. After all, everything about him physically was decidedly average. But his awe of and gratitude for Caroline's nudity won out. Before he could change his mind, he stood right there and stripped off his clothes. As he was folding his slacks over the chair back, he glanced over at Shannon and saw her staring at his flaccid penis. "Oh well," he thought, "I guess she's got a few stares coming." Because of the extreme emotions he had just experienced, an erection was no threat, for which he was thankful. Even in her present overweight condition, being around naked Shannon constantly had caused a constant edge of horniness. Now, however, he would have felt shamefully disrespectful to Caroline if he showed even a twitch. "Now, don't get the idea this is ever going to happen again, Shannon. Anybody for supper?" Fortunately for everyone concerned, dinner preparation was simple. Everyone was eating what Shannon ate. The chef's salad had been prepared ahead of time, and there was a choice of dressings. Greg had picked up some dinner rolls for Jim and Caroline and himself. He had coffee and water ready. There was no wine to offer. Shannon helped Greg with the few setup tasks as her folks watched in astonishment. Caroline offered to help, and seemed rather lost when told everything was under control. She stood uncertainly near the table, her hands clenching and unclenching. It was obvious she was fighting to keep from covering herself. Jim seemed almost in a trance. As they sat down to eat, a new look of consternation showed on Caroline's face. "What's the matter, Caroline, did we forget something?" Greg asked. "No, it..it's just this table. I feel so exposed! I know it's silly - we're already naked - but.." "Tell me about it!" Shannon interjected. "Greg claims he's had this glass top for a long time, but I bet he bought it just to further humiliate me. I hate mealtime! I look my absolute worst sitting here with my fat boobs hanging down on my big belly. Only good thing is there's so much fat you can't see my bare cunt." Jim bristled and started to object: "Shannon, please don't..." Caroline gently placed her hand on his arm and said "Shhh, Jim, it's OK. We're not here to make this any harder on her." Shannon looked up quickly and her jaw dropped, but she said nothing. Everyone ate in silence for several minutes, the tension almost tangible. After a while, Shannon put down her fork, which Greg was happy to see, and spoke to Caroline. "Mom, did you mean it when you said only Dad and your doctor had seen you naked before?" "That's right, dear. At least since puberty, and I don't remember any men seeing me before that." Shannon was silent again and resumed eating. A few minutes later, she again put down her fork, and asked, "Mom, how many men have you seen naked?" "Greg is the second." "You're kidding. Didn't you ever skinny dip, or play strip poker, or 'I'll show you mine'? This must be terrible for you if you're hardly ever naked." "Oh, it's not that we're never naked. Your Dad and I enjoy seeing each other's bodies, and many times we'll be naked around the house for.." Jim nearly choked and said, "Sweetheart, we shouldn't be telling them our secrets. That's private stuff." "Honey, she's sitting here exposing literally everything to us. If we can let her know a little of how we love and enjoy each other, maybe she can see a side of sex, nudity, and love that she might want. We've already undressed our bodies, so what's the harm in showing a little of our private life." Once again, Greg was in awe of this regal woman who could ignore the obvious discomfort of her nakedness and think so much of her wayward daughter's benefit. "Shannon, I just haven't felt I needed to see any other men naked. I really don't care how Jim's body compares to others. I know he keeps it the best he can for me, and I am satisfied. I know men are different, and I know he always appreciates a look at a woman. But I also know I am the one who gets the benefit of his interest. Does that make sense, honey?" "Yeah, I guess. Well, it's easy for you to enjoy looking at each other. You both look so good. You don't have any of this ugly fat you need to hide." "Well, thank you, Shannon. You know, when Greg is done with you, you will be proud of how you look, too." "If I make it that far. I don't think I can take any more days like this. Every second I sit here I just want to jump up and run and hide." "You're being very brave to go through with this. Have any other people seen you?" "I've only been here a week. So far there have just been two women. Greg tells me there will be some men, soon. I don't know if I can handle that. I guess you two were the biggest shock. I had no idea you were coming. I really hate you seeing me like this. I don't see why this is necessary, but I'm not ready to quit, yet. Maybe the hardest is over." Greg thought this was probably a good time to drop a real bombshell. "Uh, Shannon, I think you have some other people you really need to rebuild relationships with, so the hardest may still be ahead. Now you will be able to choose whether you want these people to see you, but I don't think you will consider this whole program successful until you are right with them." "Who are you talking about?" "Your kids, and your brother and sister." "NO WAY! You can't be serious! I could never do that!" "Greg, that's just not right!," Jim said rather angrily. "Now wait a minute! Remember, this is not something I am going to make her do. I won't spring any surprise visits like tonight. If it happens, she will invite them and explain everything. I just happen to think it is important." "But Terry is a young man, now! He shouldn't see his mother naked. How could he handle it?" This from Caroline. "Hey, I didn't say any of this would be easy. Maybe it won't happen at all. Shannon is in a very deep hole. She knows she can't get out of it herself. That's why she signed on for this. She cannot get to where she wants to be without a support system. The family, unless it's dysfunctional, is the best support system. Your family is the opposite of dysfunctional. For her to have the kind of life we all want for her, she has to get connected with her family. She has only been here a week, and I took a huge gamble bringing you here so early. As you saw, the whole plan nearly broke down already. Only your unbelievable love and courage saved it. If it had failed, I would rather it be right away and not after a lot of time and effort had been wasted. Because, if you and she never re-connected, it would all be a waste." "Shannon, do you love your kids?" "I really do, Greg. I don't know them nearly as well as I would like, but they are great kids. They kind of make me feel ashamed when I think of them." "Would you like a normal family relationship with them?" "I'm not sure what that means, but I would like to live with them and try to be a mother to them." "What do they think of you?" "I don't think they trust me. It especially hurts with Janie. She needs a mother right now, but she doesn't come to me with anything. I've had a few talks with her, but I had to take the lead. I guess I can't expect Terry to confide in me." She paused for a while. "You know what's worse than the lack of trust? I feel like they pity me! They are always courteous and obedient, but I think they view me as more of a patient than their authority figure." "What would it take to change that?" "I guess they would have to be convinced I am really changing." "Would seeing you here, naked, convince them?" "But that's just too much! I mean, Terry...." "Your new life won't be complete until you have the relationships you want with the people important to you. I think you are starting to see what that is going to take. Remember, I will not make you see them. It's a matter of what you want, and how you can make it happen. You have made a great start tonight with your parents, but unless you include your kids and your siblings, you won't be complete." "I have been just terrible to Kathy, and hurt Ted in the process. It will be impossible to patch things up with them." Caroline spoke up. "Your brother and sister love you very much. Yes, they have been hurt, but if they are convinced you have changed, they will be as happy as we are." "And Greg thinks the only way to convince them is to let them see me like this! I just can't do it!" The conversation shifted to other, lighter topics. After cleanup and goodbyes, Caroline and Jim got dressed and left. After they had gone, Shannon collapsed in a chair and visibly shuddered. "I'm emotionally wiped out. I could never, ever have guessed what would happen tonight. I am angry with you for surprising me with my parents." "Would you have agreed to see them if I had told you ahead of time?" "No way." "Then you see why it had to be a surprise." "Yeah, but if they hadn't stripped, I'd have been home by now, and the whole plan would have failed." "Doesn't the fact they did that convince you the meeting was right?" "I think I understand better what real love is, now." ***** Neither Jim nor Caroline spoke until they had traveled the several miles to the freeway. Finally, Jim said, "Sweetheart, can you believe what we just did? I would never have thought you would undress in front of anyone, yet you were the one who insisted we do it! " "But what if we hadn't? Where would Shannon be, now? That's my baby, and she's in big trouble! I think we did the only thing we could to save the plan. To save her future!" "You're right, Sweetheart, as usual. It was the hardest thing I've done in a long time, though. After all these years, I have never been more proud of you." "Don't think it was easy for me! I almost couldn't do it because of Greg. He was a gentleman, though, and didn't stare. He did check me out real thoroughly at least once, though." She giggled. "How could he not. You're so beautiful. And I'll bet he has wondered for many years exactly what you looked like." "You think?" "Of course. All young men have a fascination, sometimes even an obsession, with the significant women in their lives. It's just biology." "Well, I hope he was pleased with what he saw." "How could he not be? The most difficult thing for me was not getting hard with you standing there naked. You know how you always affect me." "I sure do!" She giggled again, then reached over and put her hand on his crotch. "I guess you just delayed it for a while, huh?" He just grunted in response. She left her hand there, and after a bit began stroking him lightly. "If you keep that up, you could cause an accident." "Are you that aroused? Guess you are - it's hard as steel. You know, after I got over the initial embarrassment, I was concerned that everyone could smell me, because I was getting pretty aroused, too." She suddenly reached for his belt and unbuckled it. He grabbed at her hand. "Hey! Are you trying to cause another kind of accident?" She swatted at his hand. "Keep your hands on the wheel and we will be safe. There's hardly anyone on the road tonight." Ignoring his further, halfhearted protests, she unzipped him and, with no small difficulty, pulled his turgid cock out into the open. She leaned over to try to take him in her mouth, but found that the center console made it impossible. "Sometimes, it would be nice to have the old fashioned bench seat." Instead, she started stroking him with serious intent. She reached into his fly opening, gently eased his balls out, and began fondling and caressing them. He soon began squirming in his seat, letting out frequent gasps and moans. After only a few minutes, he warned her and she grabbed some tissue and wrapped it over the head to catch his discharge. He gave another loud moan, then lurched violently in his seat as he began to come. He fought to retain control as the strength of the ejaculation shook him again and again. Finally, he exhaled heavily and sagged back. She continued to hold his shaft with the tissue around it and gently caressed his balls. "I just love how they tighten up against you and then jerk when you are coming." "Woman, just wait until I get you with your pants off. I'll show you jerking!" "Hah! Big talk!" She wiped him off, then wrapped a fresh tissue around him and released him. She turned in her seat so her back was against the console and her knees up against the passenger door. She raised her butt and slid her slacks and panties off her hips, up her thighs, and down past her knees. She sat back down and spread her knees as far as she could. "Let's see what you can do with one hand, Big Boy!" She grabbed his right hand from the wheel and placed it over her crotch. Stunned, he spat out "Who the hell got into my car?" When she giggled, he began stroking her labia. He could feel she was already very well lubricated. He stroked gently for several minutes, then stretching as far as he could, inserted first one, then two fingers into her. As he thrust in and out, she began moaning and squirming. As he could feel her agitation growing, he pulled his fingers out and began working her clit in earnest. It was now protruding to its maximum and he worked it vigorously. When her orgasm hit, she clamped a death grip on his arm and convulsed in wave after wave. It seemed to last for minutes, finally receding to a series of shudders as he gently stroked her whole pussy with his open hand. "You are absolutely the sexiest woman alive! You just keep surprising me. How did I get so lucky?" Too exhausted to speak, she just gave a long sigh. After breathing heavily for a while, she piped up "Wow, I guess that nudity really got us going. I hope you can get it up again later when we are home. I want some more!" "What later? I'm ready right now! " "You're kidding! Already?" She started to sit up to turn around, but he held her in place with his arm. "Stay right where you are!" She responded with a sigh and a contented, "OK!" They rode that way in silence for just a few minutes, when he suddenly pulled off the freeway onto a farm access exit. Within a few hundred yards, he found a dirt track leading into a field with no gate across the entrance. He pulled into the field, stopped the car, turned off the headlights and the overhead light, told her not to move, and got out. He walked around the front of the car, his stiff cock and his balls waving in front of him. He opened her door, and to her amazement, took off her shoes, then removed her slacks and panties from around her calves, leaving her naked from the waist down. Without saying a word, he dropped his slacks and briefs to his ankles, put her legs around him, pulled her slightly toward him on the seat, placed his cock at her opening, and pushed completely into her in one stroke. He grabbed her slacks from the floor, folded them up and slid them under her head on the center console for some cushioning. Then he began thrusting. This was no gentle lovemaking. This was what they both wanted and needed - raw, high-energy sex. Because he had come just a while before, he knew he could last long enough to make her come, probably more than once. As he stroked, she lifted her blouse and undid her front clasp bra. He had both hands steadying her hips, so she grabbed both nipples herself and began stroking and twisting them. Being still aroused from her first orgasm, she peaked surprisingly quickly, yelling out loudly as a moderate come overtook her. He didn't slow down, but kept pumping until he felt her start to peak again. Then, he backed off slightly to cool her down just a bit. The angle of attack with his feet on the ground and her ass on the seat was not perfect, but he ignored the slight discomfort and speeded his strokes again. Twice more, he brought her up then backed down. Finally, he kept right on driving, and she erupted into a massive one. As her vagina clenched around him, he came again, not a huge quantity, but seemingly rung from his guts. When he came down, she was nearly unconscious, and both were dripping with sweat. He grabbed some more tissue, wiped himself off as he withdrew, and put some over her opening to catch the effluent. He found her panties, and pulled them up her legs. He had to lift her butt himself to get them up around her hips, holding the tissues in place. He put her shoes on the floor, turned her around in the seat, and reclined the seatback. Pulling up his pants, he got the emergency blanket from the trunk, and put it over her, leaving off her slacks. He closed her door, got into the driver's seat, gave her a gentle, unreturned kiss, then headed back toward home. They were nearly home before she made a single sound. He was weary, but all the events of the evening kept playing over and over in his mind. To his amazement, he was hard again. "Honey, where are my pants and shoes?" she murmured sleepily. "They're right her, but you don't need them." "Oh, OK," almost inaudibly, and she was asleep again. She stirred again when he pulled into their garage, but he told her not to move until he came back. She was not conscious enough to disagree. He went into the house and down to the apartment. He found Terry watching TV and told him they were home and to go to bed. In the master suite, he started filling the jacuzzi tub, then went back to the garage. There, he lifted her gently from the front seat and carried her to the bath. Holding her tightly to his shoulder with one arm, he set her feet on the floor and skinned down her panties with the other hand. Trying to decide how to get her pullover blouse and bra off, he shrugged, picked her up again, and was about to set her in the nearly full tub. "I've got to pee!" she said as she started to wake up. He carried her to the toilet and set her down, and she raised her arms to let the blouse off. When she was done, he picked her up again and set her in the tub. Making sure she was awake enough not to slide under the water, he went to the kitchen and quickly assembled a tray with crackers, cheese, grapes, chocolates, glasses, and bubbly. Back in the bathroom, he set the tray on the wide ledge by the tub, undressed, and climbed in with her. Pouring a glass, he lifted it to her and she drank almost unconsciously. He found her soap and began washing her with his bare hands. "Oooh! Exposed, ravaged, and pampered all in one night! What more could a girl possibly ask for?" He leaned over and kissed her lightly then popped a grape in her mouth. Warming to the occasion and starting to awaken, she put some cheese on a cracker and put it in his mouth. He turned on the jets and they spent a leisurely time feeding each other. When the food was gone, she turned and leaned her back up against him. Together, they sipped their wine. "Let's finish washing, shall we?" he finally said. "OK!" she said coquettishly, and stuck one spectacular leg straight up in the air. He slowly and sensuously rubbed the soap from her toes down to her thigh at the water line. She raised the other leg and he repeated the process. She got up on her knees and he did her face, arms, and torso, ending with very careful attention to her crotch. As he finished, she dove into his arms, pressed her slippery body against him and kissed him long and hard. "My turn!" she said pulling back. Her cleansing job was just as sensuous. Fortunately, his penis was extended for easy cleaning. When the water started to cool, and they started to shrivel, they reluctantly climbed from the tub and grabbed the giant towels stacked on the ledge. They dried off, turned out the lights, and climbed into bed. Lying face to face, naked, they held hands and kissed softly. "Do you have any idea how much I love you?" he asked with a catch in his voice. "Oh, I do, I really do!" She wrapped her arm around his neck, pressed against him and kissed him fiercely. He returned the kiss for a long time, then left her lips and moved his kisses down her neck and across her chest. He laved and nibbled both her nipples for several minutes, causing her to squirm and her breathing to shorten. He left he nipples and his tongue moved down across her belly. "Jim, you don't have to!" "Don't have to. Get to!" His reply was barely audible between the descending kisses. "Then turn around so I can do you, too." "Nope. Only one shot left and I want to save it." He reached her center and began gently stroking with his tongue. As her squirming increased and she began to moan softly, he inserted two fingers in her vagina. He moved them in and out several times until they felt very wet. He withdrew them and traced the wetness down over her anus. He reinserted the fingers, then used his thumb to first circle, then press into her back door. Her moaning and squirming increased rapidly, now. He went straight for her clit, sucked it hard and begin flailing it rapidly with his tongue. In less than half a minute she exploded, nearly cracking his skull with her thighs in her convulsions. Just as she started to taper off, he moved up in the bed, rolled her onto her right side, lifted her left leg, and entered her from behind. He put his hand over her mound and rubbed firmly, wanting to prolong the delicious contractions massaging his cock. She was whimpering constantly now. She pulled her left foot up to her ass, raising her knee straight up, and arched her torso forward. She reached both hands between her legs, pushed his hand off of her, cupped his balls in both hands, and began rhythmically but gently pulling him into her by his balls. "Come, Jim, come, come, come, come... she chanted in rhythm as she pulled and he synchronized his thrusts. Of all the thousands of times they'd made love, nothing had ever been so intense. He desperately wanted to come, but yet he didn't want the incredible sensations to stop. As he kept thrusting, his whole being became reduced to nothing but his groin. He was so lost in the sensations, it barely registered when she came yet again, but the contractions pushed him over and he exploded, then literally fainted. When he could finally feel anything but his crotch again, she was snuggled against him with him spooned behind her. She held his left arm across her breast. "Gotta shower. Stink." He was barely able to mumble out. "Don't move," she ordered. "Mess on sheets. Clean up," he mumbled again. "Don't care. Don't you dare let go!" With no strength left to argue, he mentally shrugged and fell immediately to sleep. Her breathing soon harmonized with his. - - Pygmalion Project (3/13) Week 2 (MF) Week 2: Late May ------------------------ Sunday The next night, Sunday, Julia came over for supper again. The conversation was light and relaxed as they ate. Later, it was Julia who suggested the hot tub. This time, she had brought her own suit, a green one-piece that complemented her red hair beautifully. The suit fit like skin, and showed the extra bulges she had developed, but the high hip cutouts showed off her nicely shaped legs to best advantage. She caught Greg checking her out as she walked toward the tub, and remarked, "Guess this psychiatrist is looking a little too prosperous, lately." "That's not what I was thinking, at all," he responded. "You are a sexy lady." When they got into the tub, Julia asked Shannon if she minded talking with Greg there. She said it was fine, and Julia quizzed her about the visit from her parents. "Do you feel differently toward your parents than you did before?" "Oh, definitely. I can see that what I thought was meddling was really just wanting the best for me." "Would your meeting have been different if you had been dressed?" This stopped Shannon, and she thought for some time. "I probably would have reacted just as I have for years." "Then, your being naked has already had a big effect on one key relationship." "I guess you are right." "Do you think it will have the same effect on other relationships?" "Ohhh...I see what you mean. Greg thinks I should let my kids and my brother and sister come here and see me." I just can't do that, especially with Ted and with Terry." "Does that mean you think you can with Laura and with Janie?" "Well, since they are women, it shouldn't be quite as hard. I still don't think I will ever be able to, though." "If those relationships are bad, and need to be completely changed, it may be the only way. Well, your parents, Yvonne, and myself have been here and seen you naked. What about Alex, the trainer?" "I am really worried about that! He is coming Tuesday morning, and I just don't know how I will be able to stand it. It will be so embarrassing." "Well, Greg and your father have both seen you, and they are men. I know Alex is a stranger, but it shouldn't be that much worse." "Yeah, but both of them are so kind and concerned about me, and they were naked, too." Julia looked over at Greg. "Oh, I didn't know you had stripped down. Didn't that violate part of your contract?" Shannon jumped in and explained how it had happened, and Greg told her how he felt it was a show of respect and support for Caroline. She mulled this over, then nodded. "I have not met Alex, but I talked to him on the phone at some length. I can tell you he is as nervous about this as you are." "I doubt that. I don't think I will sleep until Tuesday." "He initially said he could not do it if you were naked. It would be too embarrassing for both of you. What finally convinced him to help was your courage and determination going through with this. Believe me, he will go out of his way to avoid embarrassing you." "Just by showing up, he will embarrass me beyond what I think I can stand. I suppose he will be just gorgeous. Both you and Yvonne are so beautiful. It makes me feel even more like a fat slob!" Greg was about to agree that Alex was a very good-looking man, but decided to let it pass. "Say, what do you think of Yvonne?" "I like her. She is easy to talk to, and seems to really know her nutrition. She seems very concerned that Greg is some kind of pervert who has me in slavery, though." Chuckling, Julia responded, "Yes, she called me to find out why. I think she feels better about it, now." With that, the conversation faded. Eventually, Julia dressed and left. Monday The next morning, they went through the measurement and picture session again. She seemed surprised to see she had already lost over four pounds. He explained that the early losses might indeed be larger, but that pace could not be kept up through the whole plan. Nevertheless, he could tell it gave her confidence a welcome boost. When Yvonne arrived, she actually greeted him with a smile. He had to admit to himself that her smiled reached right to his core, leaving him momentarily speechless. He knew she must have seen his reaction, but he could not read her expression. The three of them chatted for a while, then Yvonne went about setting up for the next week. The supplements had just arrived that day, so she checked to see that they were all there. She reviewed with Shannon how to take the several different caplets and liquids she had prescribed. When the session was finished, he invited her to stay for dinner, and even suggested making dinner a regular part of her visit. "This would give you a chance to try the meals you have set up, and to see how well we have prepared them," he joked. "I'll bet Monday night will become the tastiest meal of the week!" They all chuckled at that, and, to his surprise, she agreed to stay and to make it a regular event. "How can I pass up a chance to have someone else cook for me? When you live alone, it is awfully tempting to take the easy way too often, even when I know how important correct eating is." He was about to ask if she didn't have a roommate, but had a feeling he should go very slowly on anything of a personal nature. Instead, he expressed his happiness that she would be joining them, and set about the preparation, since it was his turn. After dinner, she asked for a tour of the house, and Shannon eagerly volunteered to be the guide. Yvonne seemed to be genuinely interested, and had a lot of questions. When asked about Greg's employment or financial status, Shannon politely demurred, suggesting it would be better to ask him directly. The tour completed, Yvonne said her goodbyes and left. This time she shook his hand warmly at the door, the touch sending a shiver up his spine. Tuesday When he got up at 6 Tuesday morning, he was surprised to see Shannon already in the kitchen. She looked tired and tense, and he guessed she had slept little. "I wanted to smoke my very last cigarette," she said, "but it's too damned cold out this early." Obviously, he had allowed no smoking in the house. "I didn't even take my swim because you told me to hold all exercise until he got here." "I'm sorry you are having such a hard time with this. I don't know what to do to make it easier. Just remember, once you get past this, it will get easier. Are you going to make it?" "After the shock of my parents, I thought I could handle everything, but now..." Not knowing what more he could say to help, he went for his run, showered and joined her for their breakfast. By then it was 7:30, and Alex was due at 8. He suggested she check her email and maybe send a few to pass the time. At last the doorbell rang. She was literally shaking, and in danger of hyper-ventilating as he led her to the study and closed the door. Alex did not look any better when Greg let him in. "Man, you are going to owe me big time for this gig! I think I am more nervous than if I was the naked one! I like to think I'm a professional. I work with all kinds of bodies all the time, but this is just weird. How is she handling it?" How very much like Alex, Greg thought. "She is nearly falling apart. This is a very critical point in this whole plan. Come on, let's not keep her waiting. She is in the study." As they entered the study, she looked up from her seated position with absolutely the most pathetic expression Greg had ever seen. He could not help but be impressed by the raw determination it must have taken for her to stay there. When he did the introductions, neither moved toward the other to shake hands. After a short but awkward pause, Alex broke the ice. Greg noticed he was staring determinedly at her face, avoiding looking at her body. "Shannon, I am very happy to meet you. You are an incredibly brave woman, and I am honored to be able to work with you." "H..h..hello, Alex. I..I'm not b...brave at all. S..s..scared to death." "Greg, let me go and get set up, and you and Shannon join me when you're ready." Another brilliant move on Alex' part, Greg thought. "Greg, I can't do this! Please, just take me home! I give up!" "Why now, Shannon, when you've come so far?" "God, he's such a hunk! I just can't stand to let him see me. Please! Send him away and get my clothes. I'm sorry, but I just can't do it." "No, I'm not going to let you quit that easily! Alex is a good person. He is not going to look at you and think about how bad you look. He is going to think about how brave you are. Don't disappoint him and let him think you are a coward. Show him he was right about you. Do you care what he thinks about you?" "Why would he think about me at all? Don't you see? He looks like a movie star! Better, even! I'm just so ashamed!" "Shannon, that's why you're here. You don't want to be ashamed any more, do you? Alex can help better than any other person I know. Tell you what! Let's give you a goal. Let's see how long it will take you to look good enough to give Alex a hard-on when he sees you." She gasped, turned beet red, stared at him in shock for a moment, then giggled softly. "I don't think I will ever look that good. He must have women all over him all the time. Why would he ever notice me?" "Character! Courage! Determination! He will notice that, because that's the kind of person he is. Now, let's go show him!" This was it! The last make or break point, at least for a while. Taking a chance, he grabbed her hand and almost dragged her to her feet, leading her toward the door. She followed meekly behind him all the way to the kitchen. There, he pulled her in front of him, putting his hand on her elbow and giving a gentle pressure. At first, she balked, but then she squared her shoulders and headed for the exercise room. He mentally breathed a huge sigh of relief. At the door, she paused and spoke. "Alex, I really am pleased to meet you. I'm sorry I was so frightened earlier. It is hard to be naked in front of a man. I hate how I look - this is not really me. Can you help me look like myself again?" "It will be a privilege. With your kind of courage, I know we will get you there. Let's get started. You will be on a six-day-a-week workout program. On alternate days you will do a different group of exercises. This keeps you from working the same muscles every day. Your muscles actually grow the day after you work them. What day do you want for your off day?" She chose Monday, because of the time taken for the weigh-in and Yvonne's visit. "Our first concern is to start you on the correct weights and repetitions. We want to be careful to avoid any strain, as that will set you back quite a while. For about the first two weeks, it will seem that the exercises are too easy. We have to get the muscles used to working." They worked through each of the machines in the room, finding the best starting weight for her. He made up a chart of the sequence of workouts for each day as they went along. There was a difficult time when they came to the adductor/abductor machine. Opening/closing her legs against the weight would completely expose her pussy, and she at first could not bring herself to do it. She looked pleadingly at Greg for a moment, then the now-familiar determined look took over her face, and she went ahead. Her eyes were closed and her face was flaming, but she did it. None of the other machines caused as much trauma. When her chart for the week was finished, Alex set up his massage table and laid out a bottle of oil and some towels. Shannon was really reluctant to get on the table, but when he told her this was the reward part, she climbed on. She was visibly tense, and recoiled slightly when his hands first touched her shoulders. He ignored her reaction, and proceeded with the massage. He gave pointers to Greg as he went along. After completing her neck, shoulders, arms, back, and the backs of her legs, he paused and spoke to her. "Shannon, Greg has instructed me to give you a full body massage. That means I have yet to do your buttocks and then the fronts of your legs, hips, and shoulders. Can you handle my working on those places." By this time, she was really relaxed - almost sleeping. She told him it felt so good he could rub wherever he wanted. When the massage was all done, she went to take a shower. Alex packed up his gear and took it to the car. When he came back in, Greg offered him coffee or a soda, and they talked a bit. "I am amazed she can do this. How can a woman with so much determination have gotten into the trouble she has?" "It's probably more complex, but the simple answer is drugs. They seem to sap everything else from your personality. Fortunately, she has been able to dredge up the courage that was always there. She has surprised me many times already with how much she wants this to work. As of right now, I think we are going to make it." "You know, I think when we get farther along, she may be quite a beauty. That would make this job a lot of fun." "Oh, definitely. Before she went bad, she was blossoming into a real looker. That will be my bonus for all my work on this plan." "I still don't understand just why you are going through this, and what you will get out of it. Although, after today, I am glad you are because I think she is worth it. Are you sure there's not a romantic reason here?" "No, there really isn't. I love Shannon in a way, but more as a long-lost sister. I am definitely not 'in love' with her. Her success is important to me for a sense of completeness and compensation for bad things in the past. You know what my home life was like, and I've told you about the Randolphs and how much they helped me grow up whole. If I can give them back their daughter, I will have made a small payment on the debt I owe them." "Well, whatever drives you, I am honestly glad you asked me to help. This is still way strange, but I rather like her, and I want her to succeed. It is such a change from some of the over-indulged women I usually get as clients. Do you know I get propositioned at least once a week, and I don't do all that many massages?" "Don't you ever say yes? And are you still completely unattached?" "No and yes. Maybe I am wired strangely, but I just don't find these women sexy. Besides my professional ethics, I don't see the point in bedding someone I don't consider a whole individual. A lot of my friends wonder if I'm gay, but that's not it. I just want a woman who can be my partner in all ways, not just physically. Maybe I'm getting old enough to look desperate, but Ms. Right just hasn't come along, yet." "Well, far be it from me to offer advice or counsel. My history with women could be turned into a 'How Not To...' guide." "Aw, you're being too hard on yourself. Jenna was just a fool. You didn't do anything wrong but try to build a secure future." "But I missed that weakness in her. I wasn't careful enough to look for a 'whole' person like you are doing. Now, I'm kind of in the same place you are. I can't settle for another Jenna, although I can't say I've even been looking much. Mostly just licking my wounds." "Well, I'm always looking. I've probably just set my sites way too high for any real woman to qualify. Boy, aren't we a pair of sad sacks, though! Guess I'd better get going." At that moment, Shannon came into the kitchen, naked, of course, but with a towel wrapped around her head. The look was slightly humorous, rather than sexy, but she showed no shame or embarrassment. "Alex, I didn't want you to leave without thanking you. You made a terrible situation much easier. The massage was divine, and I can't wait until the exercises start changing me. I can honestly say I look forward to next week." They said their goodbyes, and Alex left. When he was gone, Shannon confronted Greg with, "Hey, when I said to Julia that he would probably be gorgeous, why didn't you tell me I was right?" At 6'2" and 200 pounds, Alex looked like he could still do the pentathlon. His near-perfect physique was complemented by a ruggedly handsome face and Nordic coloring. Ever since they had been friends, one of Alex' biggest problems was staving off the advances of females of all ages. "What good would that have done? Would it have made it easier for you?" "No, I guess not. I didn't see a ring. If he's single, he must have any woman he wants." "You're right. He can have any woman he wants, but he has not found the one he wants. He refuses to bed or even date women just because he can. He has incredibly high standards, and they include a lot more than just looks." "Wow! Someday, some luck woman will get herself a real prize. You know, at times like this I realize just how badly I've screwed up. If I'd just listened to my parents, I might have had a chance at a guy like Alex. Or you. Now, when I'm supposedly in my prime, I've got two illegitimate kids and no prospects for romance." "Shannon! That's the past. We can't redial and try it again, much as we'd like to. Let's just get you where you should be and see what happens. There are other Alexes out there, and one is for you." "I need to ask you something more mundane, here. Alex has given me some pointers on giving massages so I can do it for you during the week. The question is, do you want me to? Maybe it will make you too uncomfortable touching you that much. If you want me to, I need to go get a table and some oil. What do you think?" "I think it felt absolutely marvelous. Do you know, I've never had a massage before? I'm sure I will get some tight muscles from the workouts and it will really help. I would like for you to do it. The question is, are you willing? Do you really want to rub all that fat? Or is it too intimate for you?" "I don't have a problem. If it helps you feel better about the plan, I am all for it. I'll go pick up the table later today." ***** After Alex's first visit, life settled into a routine, as much as anything in that crazy setup could be called routine. They had chosen a GED program, and she spent most of her morning hours working on assignments. Even the modest weights Alex had assigned left her totally exhausted for the first several workouts. She was more than happy to have Greg's amateur efforts at massage. The first week she had no choice but to take a nap after the workout, massage, and shower. He continued to stay around the house most of the time, just to be available for her. Saturday Her parents visited again for dinner Saturday, having agreed to make that a standing time. Before they came, Shannon was again extremely nervous. This surprised him and he asked her why. "I know last week changed a lot of things. I know they love me and want the best for me. But there are a lot of years of history, of my fighting against everything they tried to do for me. When I am naked in front of them, it makes me feel like I am a little child again." "Uh huh. Re-birthing is working." "Well, it's still humiliating." "Why don't you be in the kitchen fixing dinner when they arrive, instead of the study. Would that help you relax?" "Yeah, that would be better." When they arrived, he let them in and told them Shannon was in the kitchen. Jim said they had to use the bathroom, so Greg went to the kitchen to help Shannon while they waited. When Caroline greeted Shannon from the doorway, both Shannon and Greg turned and stopped dead when they saw them naked again. "Oh, Mom and Dad, you don't have to do this naked any more. I can take it, now." Caroline responded, "I am going to be naked when I am with you here until you are finished. We don't want you to feel like a subject when we are around. We want to be partners with you, giving you all the support we can." Tears instantly flowed down Shannon's cheeks. She rushed to her parents, threw an arm around each of their necks, put her head on Jim's shoulder, and hugged them fiercely as she broke into full sobs. Caroline returned her hug enthusiastically and cooed gently in her ear. Jim looked frozen and his face was flushed. His hands were half raised, but he seemed uncertain what to do with them. Greg could understand his dilemma, as Shannon had her full body pressed tightly against them both, skin to skin. As Shannon continued to sob, he seemed to reach a decision, relaxed, placed his face next to hers, kissed her softly on her cheek, and began to gently stroke her back. They all hugged for several minutes. Caroline joined the crying, and Jim, too, had moist eyes. Greg quietly moved past them to his room. He stripped and brought a box of tissues back with him. As he re-entered they were just pulling apart, all sniffling, and he offered them the tissues. Shannon blew loudly, then seemed to realize just what she had done. "Oh, Daddy, I am so sorry! I shouldn't have hugged you naked like this. I'm sorry to push all this fat up against you." Jim stared at his daughter. Yes, he had been terribly embarrassed. Not because of the fat, but the naked skin. Hugging his naked adult daughter was just not right! As he was about to wave off her apology, he saw the look in her eyes and it chilled him to the bone. She was just waiting for rejection - expecting it. She had needed that hug she started! She needed a hug now from just him, a serious hug. But he couldn't. It was so wrong! Indecision. Caroline stripped in front of Greg last week. She thought that was wrong but she did it for Shannon. Look what came out of it! Did he have less courage than his wonderful wife? He was sure it's what Shannon was desperate for. His parental instinct told him so. His moral code told him it was all wrong. She would feel his penis! What if he got hard? He could never deal with that. He had felt at least the usual lust for his beautiful daughter as she matured, and successfully stifled it. Could he release it now? Could he hug her like he would Caroline? Wimp! He had to, for her! God forgive him! As Greg and Caroline watched with increasing shock, Jim took Shannon's hand and pulled her to him. He wrapped one arm around her shoulders, placed the other firmly on an ass cheek, and pulled her tightly to him, crotch to crotch and tits to chest. "Two week ago, I got angry with Greg at the idea of you being here with him naked. When he said I was to see you naked, I was appalled and absolutely refused. Last week when your mother pled with me to undress to keep you from quitting the plan, I was almost physically ill. Now, in just a week, I feel completely different. I have wanted to be close to you for so many years, and have not been able to. Now I am as close as I can possible be and it makes me unbelievable happy. Fathers are not supposed to have sexual contact with their daughters, but I can't believe the way I am showing you my love right now will send us to hell. As for the fat - that's not what I am hugging. It's my long-lost baby girl. She's beautiful and wonderful, and always will be in by eyes." Shannon raised her face and stared into his eyes. She moved her arms from around his back, stretched up to put them around his neck, and gave him a long, firm kiss, right on the mouth. "It's been so long since I have been held! I've never been held with such love. It feels so marvelous I don't ever want to let go. It can't be wrong, can it, Daddy." She put her face back on his chest, still hugging him around the neck. He found himself caressing her with both hands, completely ignoring the sexual impropriety. Caroline had sagged into a chair, her sniffles increasing and tears streaming down her cheeks. Greg found himself coming out of his shock. "Maybe I should arrange to be out Saturday evenings when you are here so you can have some time just as a family." "Absolutely not," from Caroline, "We want to be with Shannon in exactly the situation she is in. We can best support her that way." Shannon could not believe the sensations coursing through her. Adam was never much into cuddling or long loving hugs. If he felt this much bare skin against him, he would instantly want to fuck. Her Daddy was impressively strong and his body felt wonderful against her. At first, she felt bad about the loose rolls she pressed against him but his loving words soon put it out of her mind. She could feel his pubic hair against her lower belly. She purposely moved her ass to the side so his penis was right against her hip. It was so intimate her heart felt like it would burst. How could she have been so blind to how much she loved this wonderful man. As she clung to him after the kiss, it seemed as if time stopped, and it stayed stopped until she felt a stirring against her hip. Shocked at first, she thought to pull away but her euphoria would not permit it. Instead, she almost imperceptibly began to move her hip against the stirring. With a slight jerk Jim realized what was happening. "Baby, we need to break this hug, now." "No way!" "But..." "I know, Daddy, and I'm not letting go. I'm glad it's happening, so just let it." "Oh, Baby, this is not right at all. And I will be so embarrassed." "Embarrassed!?" Well, you wanted to support me, didn't you. I'm embarrassed practically all the time, so you will be right with me. Besides," and she giggled, "every daughter is curious about her father's equipment, and now I'm going to find out!" "Caroline!" She was initially too shocked to speak, but then, with a twinkle in her eye said, "You know, dear, if you are naked here every week, this was going to happen sooner or later. We'll get past it right now, then you won't have to worry about it any more. You're the one who started this hug, so you shouldn't be surprised." At that, Shannon stepped back and looked straight at her father's stiffening cock. "Daddy, it's absolutely beautiful! Mom is so incredibly lucky!" Jim brought his hands in front if his crotch, his face flaming with embarrassment. Shannon, though, swatted his hands away, cupped his balls with one hand, and gave his shaft a few strokes with the other hand. When it reached full hardness, she stopped stroking but held onto his balls. She just stared for a few moments, murmured "Absolutely gorgeous," gave a huge sigh, and stepped back. She walked over to her mother and pulled her mother's head between her full breasts. "I hope you're not upset with me for being so sexual with Daddy. I guess I just got carried away with the emotion." "I guess I should be, but it was so loving and beautiful it made me cry and got me all.." and she abruptly stopped. "Horny. Go ahead and say it, Mom. I'm aroused, too. I'll bet Greg can smell me across the room." Caroline looked over at Greg and saw his back as he moved toward the door. "Wait, Greg, don't leave." Without turning, he replied rather shakily "I think I should leave the family alone for a while." "Oh no you don't! I'll bet you're hard, too, aren't you. This is openness time so turn around and come back here so we can see you, too." The last two weeks had been a solid stream of new, unbelievable experiences. Greg thought he had been through everything, but this situation was way beyond any comprehension. As he watched the naked father and daughter hug, his penis had gone active. When she fondled him, he hardened in seconds. He had turned to leave the room but Caroline had caught him. He didn't know how he could possibly turn and display his erection, but it was Caroline asking him. How could he refuse? He thought of the look of determination he had seen several times recently from Shannon, and somehow turned his body around. He walked the few paces toward Caroline with his cock wagging back and forth with each step. He could feel the heat from his flushed face. He happened to glance over at Jim, who was standing frozen in the same condition he was. "Come on, guys, don't be so uptight. You both have lovely cocks, and this is all very natural. You must know that this sight makes us girls very happy." To Greg's absolute astonishment, she briefly mimicked Shannon's fondling of Jim. He almost collapsed from the sensation, and had to put his hand on Shannon's shoulder to brace himself. When she felt his touch, she put her arm around him for a brief hug, and kissed him on the cheek. Stumbling through his words, Greg suggested that they take their light supper outside and eat it in the hot tub. They all agreed. Caroline said she needed to use the bathroom for a few minutes and flashed a telling look at Jim. They headed off together. Greg told Shannon he needed a pit stop, too. He thought he saw a smirk on her face as he left, but he heard her heading down the opposite hall to her guest suite. In his room, he rushed to the bathroom and brought himself off with barely a dozen strokes. Shannon could feel moisture oozing down her thighs as she walked to her room. She was so aroused, her orgasm came almost instantly. Still feeling tension, she continued the stimulation, and after a much longer time, crashed into a really large one. She lay on the bed a few minutes to catch her breath, cleaned herself up a bit, then headed to the kitchen to help Greg with the meal. Caroline walked down the hall to the guest bathroom with Jim right behind her. She entered, waited for Jim, and closed the door behind them. She leaned over the vanity, looked back over her shoulder, and said, simply, "Now!" Needing no persuasion, Jim entered her and began stroking, much like their session in the field. He came in barely a minute, but, astonishingly, remained hard, and was able to continue his rhythm until she also came. Still panting when he pulled out, she turned and gave him a vigorous full-body kiss. After a bit of snuggling, she began searching through the medicine cabinet and drawers, and, finding what she wanted, asked, "Dear, will you help me here for a minute?" Greg got back to the kitchen first, wondering if the others had done the same thing he had. He had started assembling a tray with the necessary dishes and silverware when Shannon came in. She looked flushed, but had a half smile on her face. "Did you get relief?" she asked. "Huh? What?" He was totally embarrassed. "Well, I did. Twice. Come on, don't be so embarrassed. Your penis looks like it has had a workout. We all know how worked up everybody was. You need to loosen up and be more casual about the sex stuff. Look at Mom. She's a different person in one week. You know, I'll bet they're in the bathroom fucking right now. No, I take that back. With them it can't be just fucking, can it." Not knowing what to say, he just stared. He was not comfortable being naked alone with her. It just didn't fit his vision of how the plan would work. "Um, we're going to have to talk about all this when they're gone, Shannon." It was like she was suddenly the one in control, and he didn't know how to handle it. "Let's carry all this stuff out to the hot tub, shall we?" They got everything arranged for eating the meal in the tub. Jim and Caroline still had not appeared, so they both eased into the water. She surprised him by moving tight up against him. She took his hand and laid her head on his shoulder for a moment. "Greg, this is all so wonderful, I can hardly believe it. I can't thank you enough for getting me into this. Please don't be frightened if I get a little physical. I'm not expecting you to be my husband or my lover, or anything. You're my best friend again, just like before. It's just that I've got a lot more adult things to share, now, and you're the only one around all the time. Can you understand that?" "I'm trying to, but I...Ohhhh!" Caroline and Jim had just come out the patio door, and Greg was the one facing them. He could instantly see that her pubis was shaved bare! No wonder they had been gone a while! Shannon had been looking at Greg as he spoke when she saw his face flush. She turned quickly, saw her mother, and let out a shriek. "Mom! What! Why!" she stammered. They could tell from Caroline's walk that she was uncomfortable with the new feeling. As she approached the hot tub, she hunched her arms in front of herself, much like that very first exposure a week ago. Then, just like before, she threw back her shoulders and actually spread her stance and thrust her pelvis slightly forward. "When I said I want to support you, honey, I really meant it. If you have to be exposed like this, then I will be too. You have a long way to go and there will be times when you are discouraged and want to quit. I want you to remember that your Mom loves you and is right there with you, naked like you, pussy bare like yours. Besides, if I expect poor Greg to wave his erection around in front of me, then I should be willing to let him see everything I've got, right Greg? Greg? Greg? Are you OK?" He was definitely not OK! He was virtually catatonic, all except for his cock, which had instantly zoomed to full extension. He just stared at Caroline, specifically at her bare pussy. Finally, realizing how he was staring, he shook his head and mumbled "Sorry, I...I...this is just overwhelming." Then, in a stronger voice, "This has gotten to be a very intimate family thing, and I really think I should leave you all alone." "Absolutely not! If it weren't for you, none of this would be happening. Besides, you ARE family!" She and Jim climbed down into the tub. "You're right, this is an incredibly intimate family occasion. But we are the only family you really have, and I don't want you to miss this. I love you, Greg, just like you were my second son. Please don't feel like you are intruding." Jim had said nothing up to now. He had followed Caroline from the house with a combination bemused and stunned look on his face. Now, he spoke to Shannon. "Baby, I really apologize for what happened earlier. I should not have hugged you like that. It's not proper, but I was overcome by emotion. Then, to get aroused in front of you! That's completely against everything I've always believed and how I've tried to conduct our family life. Can you forgive me?" "No, I can't! I don't have to! There's nothing to forgive." She moved across the tub and knelt in front of him, hands on his shoulders. "That was absolutely the most perfect thing you could have done. Do you have any idea how terrible I have felt about myself all these years? How I was sure no one would ever want anything to do with this ugly, fat body. Then, you gave me that wonderful, sexy hug, like you didn't even notice all the rolls of blubber in the way. I couldn't believe it. You even loved my body! You didn't care! When you got hard, it was the most thrilling thing I'd ever felt. I could be a real woman again! I could be desired and desirable!" She parted Jim's legs and pressed herself tight against him, hugging him fiercely. "Now, I know I am going to succeed in this plan. And I have a whole new goal. I am going to get so beautiful and so sexy my wonderful, loving, hunky Daddy springs a monster boner every time he sees me! So forget apologies! You've made me happier than I can remember." "But...but...it's not right for..." "Daddy, shut up!" And she kissed him fiercely on the mouth. "Promise me you won't stop these sexy, naked hugs, and I promise you they will soon feel a whole lot better. Deal?" Jim glanced nervously over at his wife. She had laid her head over on Greg's shoulder and she wore a tear-streaked smile." "Jim, dear, right now I don't know if anything I have believed is right or wrong. Frankly, compared to getting our daughter back, the rules all seem meaningless. If it helps her succeed, then just love her. You were wise and perceptive and gave her just what she most desperately needed. Maybe this is the kind of real love families are supposed to share." Jim said nothing in reply, just returned his daughter's hug and stroked her hair. He did not know why he had done that hug. I was like a compulsion or an inspiration. There was complete silence for most of five minutes before Jim spoke. "Baby, you've been calling me Daddy tonight. You haven't done that since you were a little girl. I like it." "I am your little girl again, Daddy. Your little, naked, baby girl. I may be huge, but inside I am little and afraid, and I need my big, strong Daddy like never before. I've got to grow up all over again, and it's scary." She squeezed him even tighter, if that was possible. "So you aren't angry with me for snuggling with your man, Mom?" "I'm too thrilled to be angry with you for anything, Honey. Enjoy his loves. He's got a lot stored up he wanted to give you over the years, but couldn't. Let it all come out now. I know how wonderful it feels, and I am happy you can finally accept it and enjoy it. And if you happen to get him aroused, it's OK. I know I will get the benefit. More silence for several minutes. It was Shannon who finally pulled away and suggested they eat. Dusk was just starting to fall, and it was a very warm, windless July evening. They decided they had been in the hot water quite a while, and they should eat on the lounge chairs. As they ate, Greg finally worked up the courage to ask, "Caroline, what has happened to you? A week ago, you were almost fainting from exposing yourself to me. Now, you arrive and strip without even having to. Then, you go and shave your, umm.." "My pussy, Greg, my pussy. I'm not sure I can explain it myself. Last week, it was a move of desparation. I just knew Shannon would be stuck forever in the hole she was in if she quit on you. No embarrassment was as important as making her stick with it. I think I would have bared myself in front of every man I have ever met, just to keep her from quitting. After a bit, the determination started to wear off, and the embarrassment set in - about the time we sat down at the table, remember? Then, as we were talking about nakedness and sexual topics, the embarrassment was replaced by arousal. I was frankly afraid you would be able to smell me. Then, as the arousal built, I was ashamed to realize I hoped you would smell me. I have never in my life had these thoughts, except with Jim, of course. After we left, we had absolutely the best sex..", she stopped to wave off Jim as he started to object, "we have ever had, and we have thirty-seven years of heavenly sex." Jim was almost choking. "Sunday, I put on a robe a couple of times and went down to feed the kids. Otherwise, we were naked all day, and in bed most of it. It was absolutely incredible." "We also did a lot of talking. About whether we were wrong to stress modesty in the family so much. Were our kids sexually repressed because of it? Laura and Ted seem to have good, loving, marriages, but are they less than they could have been if we had been more open. The hardest question was whether our modesty had fueled Shannon's curiosity, and helped to drive her into the arms of that crowd." "Oh, Mom, you can't blame yourselves for that. That's how you were brought up, and what you believed. You know, I never saw Daddy's or Teddy's penises, ever, at least not since Teddy was little. I don't think Teddy ever even saw me in my underwear. Sometimes, the curiosity almost killed me." "That's what we talked about. Wouldn't it really have been better if you kids could have satisfied some of your natural curiosity with siblings who loved you and wouldn't have hurt you or ridiculed you? Wouldn't it have helped your self-confidence to be naked sometimes in front of people who would appreciate it, but not threaten you in any way? It gave us a lot to think about between times when we were making love. " She changed subjects after a moment. "Greg, I saw how you checked me out last week. You tried to be polite about it and I didn't mind. Jim said you had probably fantasized about what I looked like naked since puberty. Tell me, is that true?" Somewhat taken aback, he was speechless for a moment. Then he thought about the openness that was occurring and just spilled it out. "Most definitely. You always represented my ideal of woman. I almost worshipped you. But, sad to admit, it did not stop me from wondering. I have to confess to more than a few jerkoffs thinking about you naked. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it to be disrespectful - I could never disrespect you. I'm afraid it's just natural and unavoidable." "You've always been respectful to me, and I'm not offended. Jim said boys always fantasize about the significant women in their lives. Do you agree with that?" "Absolutely. I even fantasized about my mother, bitch that she was." "Then, poor Ted must have been terribly frustrated, thinking about me and his sisters, and never getting to see anything. And Terry! He must be going through the same thing right now." Shannon gave a gasp at that and stared at her mother with a stricken look. "Since I am a significant woman in his life, he must phantasize about me, too. If we were wrong in our excessive modesty, the same mistakes are being repeated, aren't they." "Anyway, Greg, back to your question. Last week did change me enormously. It's like it let loose some feelings I had kept bottled up tightly. I hardly dressed the whole week. I told myself it was conditioning for when I was here. But really, it was because it gave me a thrill, a sensation I really liked. I read somewhere about nudism - that nudity and sexuality are separate things. That's a lot of nonsense. When I'm naked, I feel sexual, and, frankly, I love it. From the look on Jim's face when I met him at the door naked Monday evening, I was hooked forever. I worried about the kids catching me, and of course I had to put something on for meals. They are really good about not coming upstairs without letting us know. As I thought about it, I decided it wouldn't really be so terrible if Terry 'caught' me. I might have had a little trouble explaining why I was naked, but it would have been a good learning experience for him." Shannon interjected here. "Mom, can I ask you a favor. I agree with what you are saying, but will you not let them see you for a while. I said I couldn't do this, and it will be terribly hard. I want them to see me naked first. I've missed most of my important motherly duties and left them to you. Let me take the lead on this one issue. Maybe it can be a start at rebuilding some trust and authority." "Sure, honey." With a stage sigh, "That means I'll have to start getting dressed around the house, but I guess it's for a good cause." They both giggled at this. "When are you going to have them come up?" "I'd like to say when I look a lot better, but that will take a while. Besides, I guess I need to be open with them about what a mess I am now. When I bare my ugly self, they'll have to believe I mean to get to be a real Mom for them." She sighed, gave a visible shudder and said, "I guess I'd better get it over with. Can you come up early next Saturday and bring them along. We need to work out a plan to leave them with me one at a time for about an hour each, with the rest of you gone somewhere else." To everyone's surprise, Caroline objected. "No, that won't work. If the kids come along on Saturday, we will have to give up our naked time. I don't want that, and I'll bet you don't want to give up your hugs, either, Honey." Everyone agreed on that point, and they mulled over several other possible ideas. Since practices were not a problem in the summer, they decided to use weekdays. Caroline would drive halfway and meet Greg. Forty-five minutes for each would not be a burden. They spent some time discussing the logistics, and finally worked out a graceful way for first Janie, then Terry, to have their first encounter with their naked mother. Janie would come up Wednesday afternoon and stay overnight. They would meet again Thursday morning and Terry would spend the day. Shannon thought his being there for her workouts would ease things a bit, and he might be interested in what she was doing for her GED. After finishing the meal, Greg needed to cool off in the pool, and asked Jim if he would like to join him. Once in the water, Greg asked, "When did I lose complete control of this situation? When did the women take over? I feel like I'm just along for the ride." "When the focus is on sex, women rule. That's Univeral Truth #1. Much as we think about sex, to them, it is their lives. They are totally built around it. The wisest and most rewarding thing a man can do is find ways to release a woman's sexual drive and make her feel good about it. Our society has made it seem so wrong, it is hard for them to let go without feeling guilty. I am so lucky Caroline has always let go around me. We have always kept a very protective wall around our wonderful sex life. Now, the wall seems to have fallen, and the boundaries are expanding. I choose to think of it as a good thing. Since she is in charge, I can't do a thing about it anyway, so I'm damn well going to enjoy the ride." "Are you upset that I see her naked. And that she saw, and even fondled, my hardon?" "That hit me hard at first. But, no, I'm not uspset. Partly because it's you, but mainly because I am totally confident that I have her heart. Maybe I'm an old pervert, but I was actually busting with pride when you were struck speechless by her bare pussy. I am immensely proud of everything about her, and I choose to take pride in her expanding sexuality, too. I am not at all concerned about her ever making love to another man. With that confidence, I can handle however she chooses to express love to those she cares about. Besides, what can I say after what I did with Shannon. Caroline reacted in the same confident, proud way I feel about her." Greg felt he had just been handed a massive dose of the wisdom of the ages. How could he have lived through this much and not realized these things. Or, did he know them instinctively and just never spent any time thinking about them? They all got in the hot tub again, and Shannon pulled both parents around close to her and snuggled between them. She started sniffling, then crying softly. Jim asked her what was wrong. "I am just thinking what an incredible fool I have been. I have had almost no affection for such a long time. Here you guys had all this love you wanted to give me, and I wouldn't even let you close. I just went without. I'm just realizing how much I've missed." She pulled Caroline up onto her lap, pushed her face between Caroline's breasts and hugged her tight. As they hugged, they rocked gently back and forth, both now pouring out tears. Jim turned sideways and wrapped his arms around both his women. Greg just watched, feeling he should leave, but so transfixed by the palpable love he couldn't move. When the Randolphs had left, Greg and Shannon went about cleaning up from dinner, and generally straightening up. When the house was again orderly, they both ended up in the kitchen. "Uh...Greg. You're still naked." "Yeah, I thought about getting dressed right away when they left, but it almost seemed a sacrilege after tonight. Is this OK?" "I said before, why can't you just stay naked. You're the one who made up that stupid rule." They sipped quietly for a while. "Greg, can you stand to hug fat?" Why did she ask him that, she berated herself? Of course he can't! He'll be really turned off. Mom and Daddy did it, but that's different. They really love her and will do anything for her. She would just tell him to forget she had asked. This was a whole new challenge for him. He was supposed to be the teacher, the boss, the slavemaster. The only physical intimacy they had shared so far was a few massages. This might change their relationship - damage the plan. But what about her? She seemed to crave the contact. What would happen if he said no? "Well...I...maybe it's not such a good idea for...Oh, Hell! Come here!" He was leaning back against the counter. He held out his arms and she came into them, wrapping hers tightly around his back. She leaned her chest into him and laid her cheek on his shoulder, holding her crotch slightly away from him. She couldn't believe it! 'He didn't mind! Or maybe he's just doing for her and he hates it. That's OK. It was wonderful that he would even do that for her. She had her boobs pressed right against him - can't help that in a hug. Better stay away from his penis, though, or he might freak and push her away. She couldn't take that. It was so lovely to feel Daddy's and make it hard. He was so upset, but she was so happy. It would be so great to make Greg hard, but that's too much to hope for. Maybe he couldn't even get hard against all this blubber.' Greg thought of her earlier hug with Jim, how openly sexual it was, and how it thrilled Shannon, and seemed to change her instantly. Jim had started it, hadn't he? How courageous was that! How did he know to do that? Did he dare try the same thing? Did he want to? What if he got hard? How embarrassing would that be? Actually, a whole evening of stimulation made getting hard by any means sound really good. If she wants it and he wants it, why not make it good? He took hold of both ass cheeks, spread his legs a bit, and pulled her gently but firmly up against his groin. "You meant a full-body hug, didn't you?" he asked. She was over the moon. He had grabbed her butt! He had stuck his penis right into her belly. He was a bit taller than her Dad and it rested above her mound. Maybe he really wanted this. "I'll take any kind, but this is wonderful. After having none for so long, I'm afraid I'm becoming a different kind of addict. Do you mind?" "I wouldn't have called you over here if I minded. I like it too. I am getting a little concerned about what is going to happen between us, though. I had no way to anticipate what happened tonight, and I don't know if there is a 'right' way to handle it. I want to give you a completely fresh start, without any anchors from your old life. It would not be good if we got sexually involved. I don't see us as life partners. I hope it is not harsh to say that." He was really in a struggle. The warm skin against his penis was arousing, but nervousness about embarrassing himself dampened the arousal. He couldn't just let go and enjoy it. Or could he? Why did he start this if he wasn't going to let her have her fun? She wanted him hard. He knew it without a doubt. "I told you before I didn't expect you to be my lover or my husband. But you are my very best friend again and I do love you. It just feels so good to be held. To be close. To feel bare skin against each other all over. To feel aroused and safe and happy about it. To feel your...Ohhh! To feel you complementing me like that." Oh, coool! It was growing! It had lengthened downward so the head was at the top of her slit. She was feeling a surge of power. "Thank you for understanding about the complement. And thank you for not expecting more from the relationship. I love you, too, and I am so thrilled to see the Shannon of my childhood starting to emerge. I think we should talk all this over with Julia tomorrow night. But for now...." As they held the hug, she began rocking gently. The complement grew. It started to press farther down along her slit. It felt great, but she wanted it to feel all of it so she pulled her ass back to let it stand up against her belly. Oh, that was wonderful. She could feel his whole shaft, and even his balls nestled into the fat of her belly. She guessed it probably felt good to him, too. He tried not to think about the feeling of being embedded into that warm, yielding flesh. He was concerned with his level of arousal, but he did not want to push her away. He wanted her to be the one to break the hug. He just knew that was important to her. She seemed content to stay there all night, as she slowly increased her rocking motions. Her hard nipples were moving slightly against his chest, now. The feeling was more intimate than anything he had felt since well before the divorce. It was as if a large, soft hand were rolling his cock and balls back and forth. It felt...Ohmigod! Getting hard was one thing, but he couldn't come! That would be the ultimate embarrassment! She would be so grossed out. He grabbed her shoulders to push her back, but she anticipated and squeezed him even tighter. "Shannon, I...." "Don't you dare push me away. Relax and let it happen, please!" "But..." "Please, please," in a small, pleading voice. He was enormously embarrassed, and his arousal fell back from the edge a bit because of it. Then he remembered, this was for her. She could not stand to be rejected now. He relaxed and began stroking her back and her ass as she increased her rocking motion. He built up again quickly, got nervous again, then decided to just go with it. As he passed no return, he grabbed both cheeks, hoping he didn't hurt her, and pulled her even more tightly into him. When it hit, the strength of his eruptions shook them both. She moaned as the warmth squirted up between them and began trickling down. He sagged against the counter, afraid he might collapse on the floor, but somehow staying upright. When his shudders finally stopped, she looked up at him with an absolutely beatific smile and said "Thank you." "You're thanking me!?" I just had the come of my life all over you, and you're thanking me?" "Yes, yes, yes. Thank you for not rejecting all my fat. Thank you for not being too embarrassed to let me make you feel good. Thank you for letting me think this ugly body can somehow be pleasing to someone. Thank you for letting me be so intimate. You know, all the sex I had with Adam never made me feel this close. Thank you, Greg. It was wonderful for me." He just stared down at her with a blank look. Now he was sure he had no clue about women, sex, love, and self-image. He was just glad he somehow knew it was important to let her take the lead. And he was glad he was able to stuff his embarrassment. She put her head back on his chest and they held the hug a while longer as he gradually softened. Finally, she straightened up and pulled back. She cupped his balls lightly and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. Saying nothing more, she walked off to her room. As much as possible at her weight, she had a saucy swing to her bare ass as she left. Jim and Caroline made it home without a stop that night. The sex when they got home was less feverish than last week, but no less intense. It took hours to take the edge off Jim's fascination with her newly bare pussy. - - Pygmalion Project (13/13) Epilogue Epilogue -------- It was Wednesday of the first week of school. Caitlin and Jordan had just come home. Extra-curricular practices had not yet started, so they took the regular bus. As they walked from the corner bus stop, they were nearly bowled over by Trish McNamara, a sophomore who lived three doors down. Trish was a freckle-faced flaming redhead. She had a nice figure and attractive features, but was still afflicted by braces. She was considered a nerd by many of her peers because she was at the top of her class, and did not care a whole lot about style. She had always been nice to the younger Caitlin and Jordan, and they enjoyed her company. "Hey, Guys, don't you have a cousin named Terry?" "We sure do!" "Did he, like, just transfer in or something?" "Yeah, they just moved up from Carlton. So you met Terry, huh?" "Oh, no, I couldn't get close to him. All the cheerleader types were all over him. Boy, were some of the football guys getting pissed, too!" "What was he doing with all those girls?" Caitlin felt a slight twinge of unreasonable jealousy. "Oh, he didn't do anything. I mean he was polite and all, but he didn't go acting all macho or anything." "You should go and talk to him. Tell him you're our friend." "Oh, I couldn't do that! He wouldn't want to talk to me. What is he? Like, a Junior? A Senior?" "Trish, Terry is a freshman." "No way!!" "Way! He's fourteen. Won't be fifteen until November." "Oh, wow!! But, he's such a hunk!" "You have no idea." Jordan muttered, barely audibly. "What did you say, Jordan?" "I just said he is a really good-looking guy." "Well, it gives me something to dream about. I'll never get a date with a stud like that." "Uh, Trish, uh, I don't know how to tell you this, but Terry and his sister are going to be our neighbors." "What? Where?" Caitlin pointed down the next block across the street. "They're moving into the old house on that big lot with all the trees and hedges around it. They're going to rebuild it." "Ooooh, neat! Think you could, maybe, like, introduce me." "How about right now? They're renting a place a few blocks away and he and Janie said they'd be over right after school." "OhMyGod! He's coming here? Now?" "Trish, just chill. Terry is a really nice guy. You don't need to be nervous. Why don't you have him show you their new place? It's empty now." At that point, Terry and Janie wheeled into view on their bikes. Caitlin introduced everyone, then said teasingly, "Come on, Janie. Let's leave these big high school types to themselves." She quickly whispered a couple sentences in Terry's ear, then the three cousins went off giggling. "Trish, are you the one Caitlin said would be valedictorian some day?" When Trish blushingly admitted it, he responded, "Cool! Maybe if I stick close to my new neighbor some of it will rub off, you think?" Trish was fighting to prevent a swoon and could not even think of responding. When she could speak, she asked him to show her their new place. They spent forty-five minutes just strolling and chatting. "Um, would you like to come in and meet my Mom?" "I'd like that. My Aunt and Uncle are the only neighbors I know so far." As Trish introduced her mother, Terry thought immediately of Julia, because of the coloring more than the shape, although Mrs. McNamara was a good looking woman in her own right. She offered the kids a snack, and after putting it on the table, made to leave the room. Terry said to her, "Mrs. McNamara, why don't you stay and have some with us?" "Oh, I just thought..." "I'd like to get to know you better, too. Gee, it's not hard to tell you are mother and daughter. Hmmm. Sisters would be a good guess, too." The mother swatted his arm playfully, and there was no way she was leaving after that. "Trish, I heard about this Fall Mixer dance. Would you go to that with me?" "Me!? But. But you had all those cheerleader types around you at school, and I thought..." "Nah. They all seemed to have more in their bras than in their heads, and... Ooops! Sorry! I shouldn't be so crude. Anyway, some time during the evening I'll for sure want to talk to my date, and I'm not sure any of them would have anything to say." Mother and daughter were both struck speechless at what they had just heard, but Trish managed to stammer out an acceptance. The three discussed timing and transportation options. When the door closed behind the departing Terry, mother and daughter looked at each other, squealed, and fell into each others' arms, hopping about with glee. ***** "Kathy, it's your mother." Ted rolled his eyes as she gave him a brief peck and took the phone. She grasped his hand and held him there while she talked. "Yes, Mother, I've been back about a week and a half, now." A pause while Evelyn spoke. "Yes, what he told you was the plan. I just finished a bit early." Another pause. "Things have been hectic since I got back, with school starting and all. I just didn't get around to calling." This time, she rolled her eyes. "No, Mother, not Sunday. We go over to Greg Laskey's every Sunday, and I don't want to make the kids miss that." Pause. "Of course it's important to see their grandmother. Why don't you drive up Saturday. You can head back home when we leave for Greg's." Pause. "Bye, Mother, see you Saturday." Ted's shoulders were slumped and he looked sullen when Kathy hung up. "Ted, Honey, I know this will be hard, but I want to use this visit to end this nonsense with my mother once and for all. She will either visit with us on our terms from now on, or we will never see them again. Right now, I don't care which it is. Are you up to some shock therapy?" She described her plan to Ted. ***** The girls had taken turns watching for Grandpa Snyder's Buick. Jordan saw it arrive and excitedly ran back to the kitchen to get everyone in position. As the older couple rang the doorbell, Kathy shouted out. "Come on in, Mom and Dad. We'll be right out." A few second's after they heard the door close, Kathy emerged naked from the kitchen. The rest of the family, also naked, was right on her heels. Evelyn started to berate her daughter in her accustomed fashion. "Katherine, you could at least meet....Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!" Her scream sounded like a steam whistle. She stood frozen to her spot as the whole family went through their usual greetings as if everything was normal. Her husband was not much better. He made no noise, but could not speak even the simplest greeting. "Well, Mother, as you might guess, we have some things we need to discuss." She had not mentioned her father, as he just did not figure in anything to do with relationships. He was a nice guy and a good provider, but completely dominated by his wife. Kathy's comment roused Evelyn from her stupor, and she lunged at her husband and tried to drag him to the door. "Ronald, let's get out of here! This is insane! This is disgusting! It's indecent! Come on!" Ronald held his stance, resisting her tugs. "If you want to go, go. Something important has happened, and I'm staying to talk about it." He took the car keys from his pocket and handed them to her. "I'll take a bus home." Evelyn fairly shrieked at her husband. "You cannot stay and look at them! I forbid it!!" Ronald just looked steadily at his wife, then made a landmark declaration. "Evelyn, your days of forbidding are done. I have not seen a live naked female in more years than I can count. I am staying right here and enjoying the beauty in this room." A staring match between the two followed, broken up only when Ted spoke. "Evelyn, please sit down right here," and he took her arm and seated her on the sofa. She was so totally befuddled by his nudity, she was unable to resist. Ted and Kathy sat in the love seat directly across, hips and thighs touching, Ted with his legs carefully opened enough so Evelyn had a clear view of his genitals. Still trying to do something to regain the upper hand, Evelyn lashed out at Ted. "Ted, for God's sake, cover yourself! You're showing yourself to the girls! It's disgusting!" Kathy reached over and gently lifted Ted's balls. "Mother, what is wrong with you? This is beautiful. And it gives me so much pleasure!" Ted had come shortly before they arrived so there was little chance of an erection. They had decided that was a step too far in their shock therapy. Evelyn nearly strangled and gasped out, "Katherine, what has happened to you. Why are you doing and saying these indecent things?" "Mother, the only thing indecent is how you have treated me since I was a child, and how you are now trying to treat my family." Kathy then launched into a brief but scathing recitation of the things her mother had done and was doing. Several times Evelyn tried to argue, but Kathy shouted her down, to her mother's total astonishment. When she was finished with the charges, she told the disbelieving woman, "Mother, to protect myself and my family, this should be the last time we ever see you." Evelyn exploded in fury and it took minutes to get her quiet enough to listen. "We are going to give you a chance to try a normal family relationship. You must promise to never again do the things I have just described." There was another, shorter explosion. "You are going to have to prove your sincerity through a very difficult act. If you want to promise to change, then you must come to lunch naked." All previous outbursts suddenly seemed like a gentle breeze. Evelyn raged on and on, but Kathy did not give an inch. As Evelyn started to lose steam, she followed the pattern of beaten bullies everywhere, shifting from attempted bullying to earnest rationalization, to abject pleading. When Kathy sensed she was running down, she stood and told her mother, "Lunch is in one hour. Either be in the kitchen naked, or be gone. Dad, that doesn't apply to you. About a half hour later, Ted and Kathy were still in their bedroom. Kathy had gotten as far as donning bra and panties, but had not hurried to put on any more. There was a knock on the door, and Kathy, thinking it was one of the girls, yelled out to come in. Ron stepped into the room, saw how Kathy was dressed, apologized, and started to leave. "Dad, wait. Come on in. I've got a lot more on than last time you saw me." She giggled. "Yeah, I guess that's right. That was the sight of a lifetime. Kathy, I've never seen you look so lovely." "Well, you've never seen so much of me, either, but thank you." She giggled again, and feeling frisky, she continued the tease. "Why don't I just take these off for you so I can get some more compliments?" "Uh, no, you'd better not. I need to talk to both of you, and I would be tongue-tied with you naked again. Honey, you must have been working out." "Yes, but only for about six weeks. I'm going to keep it up, though. I already like the results. Dad, you've always looked trim and fit, but Mother never mentioned you working out or playing any sports." "Well, I have parts of my life that Evelyn has nothing to do with and sometimes doesn't even know about. Over the years, I have protected myself and told her just to butt out. To my shame, though, I never stood up to her to protect you. I can't tell you how sorry I am for that. I was always afraid of divorce because she would end up with you, and that would be even worse." "I faced exactly the same dilemma, Ron," Ted interjected. "Kathy was already a long way down Evelyn's path." "Obviously, you found a solution. What did you do?" After looking to Kathy for approval, Ted told his father-in-law a condensed version of the last two months." "Wow! If I'd had that kind of guts, you wouldn't have had to go through this. Seeing your example, I am re-thinking a lot of the choices I have made to keep our marriage intact. We may be living in the same house, but there is nothing else that qualifies us as married." "Well, I have to get going. She will not undress for anything. You know, I haven't seen her naked for years, not that I've missed much." "Dad, do you mean you've had no sex for all that time." "Remember I said there were parts of my life she didn't know about? Well, enough said on that subject. Can we take a rain check on Evelyn's nudity?" "What do you mean?" "If she undresses some other time, can that qualify as her promise?" "As long as she is naked for the whole visit. She has to be here at least two hours, and we all have to be home." "Fair enough. Not that I have any hope of her doing it. Uh, one other question. If someday I show up with a different wife, will I still be welcome?" "Dad, if she treats you with love, respect, and care, she will be more than welcome." ***** Greg leaned back in his swivel chair and linked his fingers behind his head. It was eerily quiet with no one else in the house. It seemed only yesterday that Shannon had jokingly answered the phone "Greg's Motel." Then the next time, she answered "Greg's nudist resort. Sorry, we have no vacancies." He had gotten angry at that one until she assured him she knew it was Julia's cell phone from the caller ID. His secluded estate had been the site of so much activity over the unbelievable summer. Some nights in August, there had been thirteen people sleeping there. If he was honest with himself, he loved it. He loved the people themselves. His house had been the site of so much beauty. The naked Randolph women. Voluptuous Julia. The three incredible naked nymphs who had graced his pool so often. He would miss them all. The joy he felt from the restoration of his beloved Randolph family far outweighed any sense of loss. He could never have anticipated any of what happened. Shannon was living a modern fairy tale. Ted and Kathy were reaping the rewards of sheer `conquers all' love and courage. Shannon and Kathy had become inseparable, ecstatic that they would be neighbors. They religiously met for morning runs, and came out to his place three times a week to use his gym. Despite his protests that it was not necessary, they dropped their clothes at the door and worked out nude. They told him it was small enough reward for what he had done for them. He was not looking forward to the day when Alex finished adding his own gym to their new place. And what about himself? He had shared a bed with Julia - a woman with a fantasy body and sex drive and a mind that left him in awe. He had shared intimate moments with Caroline, the most significant woman of his life. For all the wonderful things that had happened, there were still holes in his contentment. His failed marriage would always be there, tempering the thrill of every success. And Yvonne. Intelligent, resourceful, beautiful, wounded Yvonne. She filled his bed many nights and his thoughts even more. Would she fall in love with him? Did he want her to? Was he the key to making her whole again. Was she the key to his own healing? Too many questions! Just `Enjoy the ride.' At least life was quite simple right now. The doorbell rang. He was not expecting any one as he almost absentmindedly opened the door. There stood Jenna. Naked. Holding a piece of paper toward him and blushing furiously. "Greg, I've, uh, got this contract." THE END - - Pygmalion Project (5/13) Week 3 cont. (mF, MF) Week 3: Early June ----------------- Wednesday Why was he so nervous about picking up a 13 year old girl? A very sweet thirteen, almost fourteen, year old girl. He had met her only twice before, but he did not think she would be uneasy around him. The hard part was he had to do the prepartion for the visit and the briefing afterward. Of course some would fall to Caroline, also. After much uncertainty, they had decided to go with Julia's recommendation. He would tell the kids of her nakedness before they arrived. He still was not sure how he would drop that one, but thought he could improvise. They met at a convenience store at an intersection about halfway. Caroline greeted him with a warm hug and a brief kiss on the lips. He could not help thinking of her naked with her bare pussy standing by his hot tub and felt horrible for thinking it. She was looking him right in the eyes and whispered, "I know, and it's OK, sweetie." His jaw dropped and she giggled. 'Just enjoy the ride, just enjoy the ride' he repeated to himself. Shaking his head to clear his senses, he greeted Janie, made sure she had all her gear, and opened her door for her. He was rewarded with a small, strained smile. Nothing was said as they pulled onto the freeway. After what he considered a decent quiet period, he asked, "Are you nervous about your visit, Janie?" She seemed startled that he had spoken, but responded "Yeah, kinda." "Why is that?" "Well, it's sorta like visiting her in prison." Ouch! So that's what he had to deal with! "Haven't your mom and you grandparents explained why she is at my house?" "Uh huh, but it just seems weird." He decided to just let things ride for a while. "Mr. Laskey?" "Greg, please." "OK, um, Greg, why are you doing this." "Picking you up?" He decided a little levity was in order. "Hee hee! No, keeping Mom at your house, silly!" "Tell me, if Terry had gotten into real trouble and was all messed up, what would you do to help him get straightened out?" "Oh, I would do anything at all. I probably couldn't do much, but I would really try. Terry isn't getting into any trouble, is he? He is a really good brother." "No, of course he's not. I'm trying to explain why I have taken your mother in and why I am keeping her there. You see, she is just like a sister to me, and I will do what ever it takes, just like you would for Terry." "I didn't know Mom had another brother!" "I'm not her real brother. I was a neighbor, and my home life was just terrible. I practically lived at your grandparents' house, and they did all the things for me that my real mother wouldn't do. I call her my almost-sister." "Are the two of you, um, ah, living together, then?" "No, Honey, it's not like that at all." "Then why does she have to stay there?" "Janie, what kind of shape is your mother in? I mean, not just physically." "Um, pretty sad, I guess." "Are you happy with the way she is? Are you proud of her?" "Well, um. ah..." "You are a loving daughter not to answer, but I know what you are thinking. Did she or your grandparents explain the re-birthing concept?" "Yeah, Gram did, a coupe times. Do you think it can really work?" "It is working amazingly well already. Do you want be proud of your mother?" "Oh, yes!" "I can tell you she wants nothing more than for you to be proud of her." Things were quiet for several more miles. "Mr., er, Greg. What am I going to do while I am there? Usually, Mom just sits around and watches TV or reads those dumb novels." "No more. She has a very busy day ahead. She would like for you do as many things as you can with her. You can swim and work out with her if you want. While she is studying,..." "Studying? Mom? What is she studying?" "She is working on a high school certificate over the Internet. That is one of the main things she agreed to do." "Oh, wow! She is really doing that!" "You bet. And working very hard at it. Anyway, she will spend as much time with you as she can. I have video games, computer games, and lots of channels for when she is too busy. I hope you brought a book just in case." "I did. Um, is there anything I can do that will help her get better?" "You really are a loving daughter, Honey. Thank you for asking. The biggest thing you can do is show affection and be careful not to reject her in any way. She is just starved for touching and for hugs. Give her all you can. And when you hug, make sure she is the one to pull away." "Gee, she's really not big on hugs, you know." "Well, she is now, and you may think she is trying to smother you. Please, hug her back. Even if you are uncomfortable, don't let her know it." "Why should it be so uncomfortable? She's my mom." "She's very overweight, as you know, and hugging all that fat is not the most pleasant feeling. The biggest reason, though, is that she's naked." "Ha, that's a joke, right?" "No, it's not. She hasn't worn clothes since about the third day she was at my house." "You mean she's there with you all the time and she's naked? That's, that's, oh, man, that's..." "That's an important part of the re-birthing idea, Janie. It was not my idea, either. A psychiatrist friend suggested it. Your mother will tell you that it is working and that it was the right thing." Many more miles of silence followed as she tried to absorb this bombshell. "Greg, is Mom really going to lose all that weight and look pretty?" "Honey, when she was your age, she looked just like you. She was absolutely gorgeous. She will be again. She is determined, and she has the best help available working with her." He glanced over and saw her looking down at her lap, her face flaming red. "Um, do I have to be naked, too? Are you going to be naked?" "No, just your Mom." He could hear a sigh of relief. More silent miles. "You said I looked like her and she was gorgeous. Did you mean that?" "Absolutely! Hasn't anyone told that you are a beautiful young lady?" "Well, Pops always says it, but he would no matter what I looked like. Boys at school are always saying things, but they just want..., you know." "Well, believe your Pops. He's not just flattering you." "Thank you, Greg." Shortly, they arrived at his house. She seemed like she could hardly stand and was visibly shaking when she left the car. He took her hand and gently led her to the door. Just on the landing, she stopped dead. She threw her shoulders back, and a look of determination crossed her face. He had sure seen that before. These Randolph women! When he opened the door to the study, Shannon was standing. They both froze and stared at each other wordlessly. Then, with a little cry, Janie fairly flew across the room and leaped into her mother's arms, where she was enfolded in a fierce hug, feet off the ground. Both of them started sobbing and wailing uncontrollably, and he left the room quietly. At was at least ten minutes before they came out, and the loud crying barely stopped. When they emerged, Janie was plastered to her mother's arm, holding her hand tightly. Shannon caught his eye and mouthed a tear, silent 'Thank you.' They spent the day inseparable. Janie swam and worked out right beside Shannon. While Shannon studied, she sat in the next chair and read. They fixed meals together. At bedtime, Janie went with Shannon to her room, rather than to the other bedroom they had prepared. Thursday When they left the next morning to meet Caroline and Terry, Janie bubbled non-stop for at least fifteen miles. When he thought he could finally get a word in, he asked "Did you get some good sleep?" "Yeah, but not a whole lot. We talked girl stuff and laughed and fooled around for the longest time." "So, do you think this plan is the right thing for your mother?" "Oh, Greg, it's unbelievable! She was more of a mother in one day than she has been for years. It is so wonderful to have a real mother I can talk to. Gram tried, but it wasn't really the same. I think I really need her now, you know, boys, and stuff. I was scared trying to figure it all out by myself." Later, "You know, I was still kind of mad at you on the way up. I still thought you were just taking advantage of her. But now....Thank you so much for giving me a real Mom." Sobs, tears, but happy ones. Lots of them. He fought to keep his own eyes clear enough for driving. As they neared the meeting point, she asked "Is Mom really going to be naked while Terry is there?" "She is naked all the time, no matter who is there." "Isn't that wrong, like incest, or something?" "Just being naked around family members is not incest. Whether it is wrong or not is a matter of opinion. I know in your family everyone is very modest. Have you ever seen Terry naked? Or Pops?" "No. Never. Sometimes I see Terry in pajamas, and once in a while in underwear, but never naked. Won't Mom be horribly embarrassed? I'll bet Terry will be, too." "This is going to be one of the hardest days of both of their lives. But your mom thinks it is important to do, and I agree. They will get through it. Uh, don't say anything to Terry about her being naked, OK? I want to get him ready for that." "Sure." "Ask your Grams about seeing family members naked, OK." "Oh, she wouldn't talk about something like that!" "She has changed a lot lately. I think she will be glad to talk to you." In the car with Caroline, Janie got up the courage to ask, "Grams, how can you ever be naked in front of someone you know. How can you stand the embarrassment?" "Well, dear, do you think it is better to be naked in front of someone you don't know?" "Oh, I didn't mean that! It's just...I don't see how Mom can do it." "Janie, I'm going to tell you something very private that is going to surprise you, OK?" Seeing the girl nod, she went on. "When we visited your Mom at Greg's the first time, she wouldn't let us see her. She told us to get out, and told Greg to take her home. She was going to quit the plan." "But she didn't quit." "No, because your grandfather and I both undressed so we were naked, too." "No way!" "Yes, dear. We were naked the whole evening in front of your Mom and Greg." "But you have never been naked! I mean, I have never seen..." She was blushing furiously. "I know, dear. We were probably wrong in being so terribly modest, but we had to do this to help your Mom." "How did that help her?" "It showed her how much we loved her, and that we were supporting her every way we could." "So that's the reason to get naked in front of someone? To help them or support them?" "That's why we did it, Honey, but that was an unusual situation. Usually, you show your body to someone because you want to please them. Your grandfather and I show each other our bodies all the time because it makes us feel very good to look at each other naked." "Really! Wow, I never thought... Do you think some boy would like to look at me naked?" "Oh, yes, Honey, they would like that very much. But you have to be very, very careful. Only show your body to people who love you and care for you and will not hurt you. And only do it if it will make you feel good to have them see you." "Gee, Grams. I didn't know I could talk to you about this stuff." "Two week ago, Sweetie, you couldn't have, and I am very sorry for that." "That's OK, Grams. I know you love me. It seems like everybody is changing a lot right now." ***** Would the tough challenges never quit? Janie's day turned out to be a howling success. Terry was going to be a lot tougher. Terry asked Janie how her visit went, and was taken aback by her bubbly response. Caroline beamed from the driver's seat. Terry's first comment when they got in the car was "Wow, Janie's pumped! What happened up there?" "Well, Janie discovered she had a real mother after all, and that she really liked her." Terry said nothing, but sort of grunted. "I'm guessing that you love your mother like a good son, but you mostly don't like her very much, and you definitely are not proud of her. Did I nail it?" "Hey, that's pretty harsh." "You're right, but it's true, isn't it?" He didn't wait for a response, but plunged ahead. "Terry, I really like you. You're a neat guy and I would love to just shoot the shit for forty-five minutes on the way up." Terry looked at him in surprise, and Greg chuckled and said, "Hey, I spent a lot of years in locker rooms. I'm going to be saying a lot more earthy stuff to you before we get there. How would you like to have a mom you could introduce with pride to your buddies and watch them get hardons just from meeting her? How would you like to be teased in the locker room about how tough it is to live with two stone foxes?" "Right, like that's going to happen." "It is. I guarantee it. I wouldn't be doing this plan if I didn't believe it would happen. Your mother believes it's going to happen, and can't wait. She is going to look like a grown up Janie." "Aw, come on!" "I'm serious. At fourteen, she looked so much like Janie does now it's uncanny." "No shit?" "Good. A little jock talk will make this conversation a lot easier. Your mother also wants more than anything to be an honest to goodness mom to you. Do you want that?" A very long pause. "Yeah, I guess I do, but I'm not sure what that really means. She's said stuff like that lot's of times, and nothing ever changes." "Well, this time, believe her, and in a while I will tell you why. But whether that happens or not depends on what you do today. I hate to surprise you, but this could be the heaviest day of your life. I'm responsible for changing her and I am not going to fail. If I seem a little rough on you for the next while, it's because I need you to be a real man and do some really tough things to keep from destroying what we have already accomplished with your mother." "Okay, let's go right to the choke hold. Your mother is naked. She has not worn clothes since her third day at my house." "Holy shit! I can't go in there if she is naked! Isn't that illegal or something." "No, it's not. It's part of the plan she agreed to, and she will tell you it was the right thing to do. I'm not going to explain it all now. It is going to be terribly hard for her to see you." "Oh, man! I don't believe this!" "Just think what you would feel like having to go naked in front of Grams. Or Janie. I'm sure it's even worse for her because she is the parent and you are the child." "Why don't you just let her dress, then?" "No, the plan works, and she wants to do it, hard as it will be. There's more. Right now, she is starved for affection and intimacy. She can't get enough touching and hugging. Even some sexual touching. You know, she has had terrible self-worth?" "Yeah. She hates herself. She mopes about it all the time." "Well, the touching and hugging are really important to her self-worth right now. She is fat and looks pretty awful. She knows it and hates it and is working her ass off to change it. But that's the way she is today, and you've got to deal with it. It is most important today to do nothing to reject her or disapprove of her looks. Do you think you can do that?" "Oh, man!" "Tell me. Have you seen Janie naked?" "No way! She's a total prude." "How about your Grams?" "Ha! She's like the head prude. There's not much interesting skin to see around our house." "How about any of your girl friends?" "I..I really haven't had any girl friends." "Well, buddy, today is going to be a crash course on women's anatomy, then. It will be a big challenge for you. I want you to treat your mother with total respect and dignity, like a real man would. Do you see how your Pops treats Grams?" "Man, like she was a queen." "Let me tell you, she is a queen. I want you to treat your mother like Pops treats Grams, because if we succeed, she is going to be as fine a woman as Grams. Are you down with what I'm saying?" "But I won't know what to do. What will I say? How will I act?" "Act like she is the most special person on earth. Mostly, it's simple things. Let's talk about some specifics here. First, look her in the eye when you are talking to her. Many young people have a habit of looking away from adults when they are talking. You are an adult. Talk to her like one. You will want to look at her body, and that's OK. After all, this will be your first naked female, and you will be curious. She wants you to look and learn." "She does, really?" "Yes, she feels she has failed miserably as a mother. She thinks the area of sex education is one place she can make a clean start. I want you to let her do what she wants. If you think something is not right, do it anyway, OK? Let her decide. Right now, she is struggling to really feel like she is a woman. Everything sexy that happens helps to build that confidence. I'm kind of asking you be her toy if she wants you to. Believe me, she will not do anything truly harmful. Shocking, maybe, but no real harm. You can learn a lot, and really help her out. How are you doing?" "Um, OK, I guess. What else?" "Good man! When she makes some negative comment about her body or her weight, you have to be ready to respond. Try something like 'Oh, Mom! That's just temporary. Before long your are going to be a real fox.' A comment like that will send her to the moon. Believe me, making a woman feel good like that is the smartest thing a man can do." "Gee, it sounds like I'm treating her like a girlfriend or something." "Good pickup, man! You're exactly right. Learn how treat a woman right with your Mom. It will give you a great relationship with her, and you will be a hit with the girls. Your Mom can be your very best girlfriend right now. Be gentle, be loving, be romantic. She needs it and she will love it." "Next thing. Be extra attentive. Follow her around and do everything with her. Except maybe the bathroom. Don't be in a hurry to run off and do video games. You're here for her. Swim with her. Work out with her. Give her her massage." "I've never done a massage." "It doesn't matter. She won't care if it's good or not. She will be absolutely thrilled. When you're done working out, you suggest it, OK. While she is studying, at least take an interest in what she is doing. Then you can read or do a video game. Maybe you will just need to go and jerk off." "Oh, man, what if I get...get...um..." "You will have a hardon from the minute you see her. She expects it. She will be happy about it." "You're kidding. Won't she think I'm dissing her?" "Not at all. The way she is right now, knowing she can arouse her handsome son is a major ego boost." "How do you ever figure out women, anyway?" "I don't know. I sure haven't learned much. You screw up a lot. You guess. You learn from your mistakes. Mostly, you just remember they are special and should be treated that way." "Now, sometime today, probably more than once, there will be a hug." "You mean against her naked bod?" "That's the way she is. The hug is very important. If she doesn't give you one before dinner, then you must give her one." "That will be so embarrassing!" "No, it should be loving and affectionate. Forget the embarrassment. You've got to hug like you mean it. Like you're trying to pin her. No wimpy, limp arm stuff. While you're hugging, stroke her back and shoulders. Stroke like you love the feel, even if the fat doesn't feel the best. Same thing when you are massaging her. Be strong. You won't hurt her. Very important rule about hugs: don't stop hugging until she does. Got that?" "Yeah. She'll think I want to get away." "Exactly. And that will make her feel terrible." "Uh, how will these hugs start?" "Well, if she asks for a hug, or just holds out her arms to you, you walk up to her with a smile. Look like there's nothing you want more in the world. Be strong and stroke, like I said before. Little kisses are good, too. On top of her head, her cheek, her neck, her shoulders. Wherever you can reach. Talking sweet helps, too." "If she never starts one, pick a time, hold out your arms, and just ask her if you can have a hug. She won't say no. It's nice if you are leaning against a counter or a table and she can lean against you. "What will I do when we first meet. That will be really tough." "If she doesn't say something first, just say hi, and you've missed her. If she talks first, you're on you own. Just look her in the eye, and you'll be fine." "If at any time she starts to cry, walk up to her saying, 'Mom, it's OK. It's OK. Put one hand behind her head and bring her head onto your shoulder. Then hug firmly and stroke, like we talked about." "Now, what if things get more sexual, which they very well might. If she puts her hand on your cock, what will you do?" "Probably jump right through the roof!" "No, no! You tell her it feels good, and let her do it." "But no one has ever..." "I know. But it's for her. Just take it. If she strokes it and you feel like you could come?" "She wouldn't do that, would she? My own Mom?" "She might. Just tell her if she doesn't stop, you will make a mess, then leave it up to her." "But...but...if she doesn't stop?" "Did you bring extra underwear? Mine might fit." He laughed, hoping to relax the boy. "What if you're sitting by her and she takes your head, pulls it between her big, fat, boobs, and hugs you? Don't try to pull away. Hug back, whatever you can get a hold of. Stroke something. Kiss whatever your mouth is touching." "What if she asks if she can give you relief?" "You mean jerk me off?" "Right. Tell her that would be wonderful and let her do it." Terry looked absolutely stricken at that one. "What if she asks you to get naked with her? Please, don't say no. It will be more enjoyable than you think." "Did you do it when she asked?" "Yes, I did. One other thing. If, when you are hugging, she pushes her crotch into you, she wants to feel your cock on her belly. Take hold of her ass cheeks and pull her into you. Push your cock right into her belly. Then let whatever happen." "All these, uh, sexy things. Aren't they wrong. Kinda dirty?" "To her, they're not. She thinks she doesn't have much to give right now. All these touching things, even the sexy ones, are gifts. They're showing her love and letting her get close to you. Please, don't think of them as dirty. Think of them as beautiful." "Look, Terry, I'm sorry to throw all this stuff at you. I hope you remember some of it and it helps. If you forget everything else, just think 'She's special, I love her, and I want to help her." Terry sat silent for a while. "Thanks, Greg. It will be easy to remember that last stuff, 'cuz it's all true." Greg handed the boy a box of Kleenex. "We're almost there, and you have been hard for a long time. I'm going to pull off at a secluded spot up here and take a short walk. Get yourself off. It will make the day a lot easier. Five minutes enough?" "Plenty, thanks." ***** She heard the car pull in and started shaking. Of all the encounters, this was the worst. Her folks had been a surprise, and Alex was an unknown. This was her son, and she was naked and fat!. The front door opened, then the study door. He looked great in shorts and a muscle shirt. She stared at him, and he stared right back at her face. "Hi, Mom. I've missed you." He had never seen a naked woman before, and his eyes never wavered from her face. Did he not want to look at her horrible body? No, that wasn't it. He was trying not to embarrass her! Oh, what a loving thing! She couldn't help it, the tears just cascaded. Then, he was right there, bringing her head to his shoulder, telling her it was OK. Then those arms around her! Strong, firm! Oh, what a man he was. Stroking her back, little kisses, then 'I love yous.' She didn't deserve this. She had not been a good mother. Did he really mean it? The arms and the hands and the kisses said he did. He didn't seem at all concerned about the fat. The flow of tears just accelerated, she had no control at all. He began rocking her gently. Many long minutes went by before she regained her breathing. As soon as she could, she pulled her head back and looked him in the face. He had a small smile, and his eyes were wet. She kissed him, briefly but hard, right on the mouth. Her face must be a mess. That part should at least look as good as it could for her wonderful son. "I've got to fix my face. Come into the bathroom and talk to me while I do it." She took his hand and led him from the study. When they got to the hall, he caught up to her, put his arm around her, and pulled her close as they walked. She felt another flood of tears coming, jammed her face into his chest, and let fly. At this rate, she thought, she would never get her face fixed. Hell, she'd never even get to the bathroom! Finally, though, she dried up again, and they went in. With chagrin, she noticed the huge wet splotches on his shirt. "Sorry, I've soaked your shirt. Maybe we can put it in the drier. Or maybe you can use one of Greg's." "Aw, I don't really need it. It's warm in here," and he took it off. As he went to lay it on the counter, he noticed the front of his shorts bulging out from his hard cock. He grabbed his shirt back and started to put it on, but she put a hand on his arm. "Please, don't cover it up! I know it's there, and it makes me happy. It's a complement, and a very nice sized complement, too." As he was about to object, he remembered Greg's advice. Greg had been right on, so far. "Are you sure it won't embarrass you?" "How could it embarrass me when I'm parading around like this. It is so neat that my hunk of a son can get excited over a fat, ugly body like this." "Oh, Mom, quit worrying about the bod. You're working on it, and before long you're going to be a real fox." With thanks to Greg, he hoped his own version was OK. Turned out it was more than OK, as she lunged at him, hugged him fiercely and pinned him back against the counter. This time, he could feel her tits against his bare chest. There was another flood of tears, with accompanying sobs. Where did they all come from? He hugged her and stroked her as before. This time, she pushed her crotch right into him. He did as Greg suggested, grabbing her ass and pulling her close. She moved back and forth a few times, then she pulled away, and he thought he had blown it. But to his shock, she unsnapped his shorts and pulled them right down, along with his underwear. Then she pushed herself up against him again, grabbed his hands, and put them back on her cheeks. The back and forth motions had the inevitable result. When he warned her, she just hummed and hugged tighter, and it was over. The feelings had been incredible, like nothing in his limited experience. He was so wiped he couldn't think straight. Feeling a momentary twinge of guilt and fear, she asked him if he was angry with her for doing that. "How can I get angry about something that felt so good?" He reached down to pull up his pants, but she pled with him. "Please, leave them off. I want to look at that beautiful cock, those beautiful balls, and that beautiful ass all day. OK?" He had been here less than a half hour, and had exhausted everything Greg had talked about. What was going to happen next? "We need to clean up. Come on and do laps with me." They walked hand in hand toward the pool. As they passed through the family room, Greg looked up from reading with a smirk on his face. Terry looked at him and shrugged. Shannon turned slightly and saucily thrust her belly toward him, showing off the drying cum streaks. After laps, they did the workout together. When he saw her get on the leg spread machine, he walked behind her to another machine. She called him over and asked him to kneel right down between her legs. "Time for anatomy class." she joked. She was blushing furiously, as was he, but she went ahead with the exercises. "Mom, um, why don't you have hair down there?" "I had it removed by electrolysis years ago when I was in my punk phase. I will never grow back. Quite a few women shave theirs." "Oh. Gee, there's more, um, ah, parts down there than I thought." She giggled. "I take it this is the first live pussy you have seen. I'm sorry it's buried in all that fat..." "Mom, enough about the bod. I don't want to hear it again. OK. I didn't come up here to find a body. I came to find my Mom. And I found her. I can't wait till her body is gorgeous, but she's already gorgeous inside. OK?" She just sat there on the abductor/adductor machine with her legs spread lewdly in front of her son. And she bawled, and bawled, and bawled. He wanted to hug her, but felt the position was awkward. He spied a box of tissues and went to get them. He handed them to her and just waited for her to recover. There were just three more exercises to do. "Boy, Mom, whoever set up these exercises sure knew what she was doing." "He, Honey. Alex Torvold. And yes, he is a real pro." "A man?! He comes here? And sees you like this?" "Yup. It was terrible the first time. But he's a kind, respectful man who made it as easy as it could be. I'm glad he's working with me." "Say, Mom. Isn't that a massage table? Could I give you a massage?" "Do you know how?" "No, but I have pretty strong hands and I know about muscles. You could tell me what to do." "Oooh, I would love that. You are just so thoughtful!" He silently thanked Greg again. She instructed him how to use the oil. He seemed to instinctively know how to knead the muscles. She made sure he did her butt, then flipped over on her back and told him he had to oil up her entire front. He set to work, and when he got to her breasts, she explained how to knead and stroke them to give pleasure, and about the nipples. When everything else was oiled and rubbed, she said, "Now, I want to show you how to make a woman come." "Come? But you don't have a...you can't...how..." "Oh, Sweetie, you didn't know! I'm so sorry!" The ensuing lesson had a very satifactory result. As she came down, he was gently stroking her when he asked, "Mom, when you get all slim and hard-bodied, can I still see you? I mean, um, naked?" Another flood. Unbelievable. "You can see me naked every week. All the way till I'm finished. And maybe after that, we just won't wear clothes at home anymore. How would that be?" "But Janie! I mean we've never seen...I couldn't..." "I was just teasing, dear. But yes, you can see me naked anytime you want." They took another dip to get rid of the oil, and by that time, Greg had fixed lunch. After lunch, they went into the study. She showed Terry what she was doing for school. He got his book and she made him pull his chair up close to the computer. Whenever she was reading something on the screen and did not have to type, she would reach down and fondle him. She studied for over three hours. When she was done, she cold see Terry was in some distress, so she brought him off. They had canceled the usual family phone calls, so they spent the rest of the afternoon relaxing in the sun on the patio. Shannon told Greg to arrange for Terry to stay overnight. In the hot tub later in the evening, Greg said "The third bedroom is still made up. It's all ready for you, Terry." "Nope. He's sleeping in my room, in my bed!" "Uh, Shannon, don't you think this is too..." "Greg, don't. I have a baby boy. Suddenly, he's this wonderful, loving, hunky man. I was never close to him for all these years when I should have been. Too few hugs and kisses. Too little touching. Well, by God, I'm going to be close tonight. I am going to make up for some of those lost years. I'm not going to do anything bad with him. I know you could stop me, but please, don't." Greg was very uneasy, but knew when to back off. "Well, I can give him something to sleep in." "He's got on what he needs right now." End of discussion. Terry was a little nervous crawling into bed. Shannon immediately pulled him over to herself and put his head between her breasts. He put his arm over her and hugged her. He kissed the inside of her breast where his mouth happened to touch. They were silent for some time. "Mom, some of the stuff we did, I mean the sex stuff. Well, it was wonderful, but isn't it supposed to be wrong?" "Honey, I guess most people would think so. And, of course, we can never have intercourse. You know, you must never, ever tell anyone about Greg's place or what we have done. Do you feel it was wrong?" "Oh, no! I learned so much today. I love you so much." "Thank you for letting me do them with you. The sexy things mean so much to me. As awful as I look, it is hard to feel like a woman. These make me feel more like one. I really need them right now." "Does that mean when you get more beautiful, you won't want to do them with me anymore?" "Oh, Sweetie, don't worry about that, now. We probably won't do these things together very long. You will find a girlfriend you want to do them with. I hope I can find a man for me. Just enjoy them now. You will have even better experiences as you grow older." They did nothing more that night than fall asleep, snuggled tightly together. The ride back the next morning was a male version of Janie's bubbling. Terry was clearly thrilled and desperately in love with his Mom. He thanked Greg numerous times for helping his Mom and helping him. Greg's drive back home was almost euphoric. Now, surely, the hardest parts were over. ***** He was barely in the door when Yvonne's call came. Here voice sounded very hesitant. "Uh, Greg, you know how you said I could send Shannon's menus over by email every week? Well, could we still do that?" "Yvonne, I am really sorry if I offended you in some way. I certainly didn't want to drive you away. Shannon likes you and looks forward to your visits. Tell you what. I will arrange to be away from the house from five until six-thirty on Mondays so you can work with Shannon alone. Would that be OK?" Total silence. "You mean, you'd just go - leave your house?" "Sure. There's always something I need to do, anyway. Does that timing sound OK?" "S...sure. OK, I'll come over, then." What had he done to frighten her so badly? Maybe Shannon was right. Too bad! He had not met a woman in a long time that he instantly wanted to get to know a lot better. ***** That evening, Shannon made her first call to Laura. Her sister was cordial, but sounded skeptical. Shannon kept the call short and arranged for another time to call. Afterward, she felt depressed. Greg was sitting reading on the family room sectional and she plopped down close to him and lay her head on his shoulder. "Want to talk about it?" When she agreed, he told her "I'll be happy to listen, only first, lie down on the couch for the doctor." When she was on her back, he slid under her legs and put them on his lap. He laid his hand right on her mound and made her gasp. "Okay, now tell me all about it." At first, he just stroked with his whole hand very slowly, and she was able to tell him about the call. Gradually, he started using his fingers more and more. He opened, squeezed lightly, stroked and tickled every surface and crevice in her pussy. After about ten minutes, she suddenly jumped up, told him not to go away and ran off. When she returned, she lay a towel down under her bottom and lay back down, this time with one leg on the back of the couch and one over his knees. He resumed his attentions, having to ask her questions to keep her engaged. When her squirming became too vigorous or she moaned, he would slow down his pace. He was playing as she had done with him. Finally, after about a half hour of play and halting conversation, he asked her "Now, Shannon?" It did not take long. Hardly waiting to recover, she got up and kissed him hard, then started removing his shorts. "Wait! You don't have to do that!" She did not respond and did not stop. This was not play. This was production relief. He did not mind at all. In the hot tub before retiring, they just sat for a while, close, but silent. Saturday Caroline and Jim arrived right on time, as usual, and went to the third bedroom to undress. Jim came out first while Caroline went into the bathroom. When he got to the kitchen, Shannon gave him a kiss and a brief but energetic hug, and asked where her Mom was. Hearing she was in the bathroom, she scurried off that way. Jim looked relieved, but was definitely nervous. "You look anxious about something, Jim. What's the problem?" "Well, Caroline thinks Shannon wants to take this sex play between us to another level. I said I would go along with it, but I still don't think it's quite right." Knowing exactly what was in store, Greg still pretended. "You mean she wants you to make love to her? Wow?" "Oh, no, not that! I'd never do that! She wants to make me come. I'll admit, it scares me." "A very wise man once told me something about enjoying the ride." With a chuckle, "Guess it's always hardest to take your own advice." A burst of combined female laughter came from down the hall. Jim's eyes misted over and his voice shook a little. "God, that's a beautiful sound! Mother and daughter! I never thought I would hear that again." Both women came into the room and struck cheesecake poses, grinning from ear to ear. From Shannon, "Hey, studs! You're supposed to salute when the girls enter the room!" Then, to the astonishment of the men, Shannon walked up to Jim and Caroline walked up to Greg. They kissed the men lightly, then each took the man's penis in one hand and cupped his balls with the other, stroking till he became hard. While stroking Greg, Caroline whispered "The other morning, you were thinking about me naked, weren't you?" Too astonished to speak, Greg just nodded. "Do you have a thing for older women?" This time, he found his voice. "No, just gorgeous, classy women." She let go of his already hardened cock, stretched up with her arms around his neck, and pressed her body against him. His upright cock was trapped between them. "Doesn't feel quite the same as Shannon's belly, does it? Come on in the other room with me." She actually pulled him by the cock, leading him toward the study. With a quick glance, he saw that Shannon had Jim pushed up against the counter. He knew what Jim was in for. What about himself? In the study, Caroline pulled him onto the love seat beside her. "Shannon is going to try to make Jim come. I think she has a better chance with some privacy. Poor Jim! He is so torn. He loves Shannon and wants to please her and help her. But he's afraid it would be wrong, and he doesn't want to be unfaithful to me in any way. It took me some extraordinary persuasion to get him to agree." Giggle. She had her head on his shoulder and was running her fingers lightly over his stiffened shaft while she talked. "Uh, Caroline, is this right for us to be doing? I mean, you're like my mother, and..." "Shhhh. Don't you worry about that. I know what Shannon and Terry did. Last month, I would have been appalled. Now, I'm jealous. I should have had this kind of intimacy with Ted many years ago. If he was here right now, I'd do it to him. Jim knows. He understands. He approves. For my loving almost-son." With that, she knelt in front of him and took him into her mouth. She was blowing him! His female idol! The standard against which he measured all women. The most loving, most elegant, purest, sexiest, BLAM! He had no time to warn her, and he doubted it would have mattered. In just a few strokes, she pulled his insides out through his cock, leaving him slumped spineless in front of her. He sat gasping while she cleaned him off. Recovering just enough, he brought her into his lap and hugged her tightly. She pulled his head to her breast and stroked his hair. "Caroline, I don't know what to say! I never thought you would ever..." "Please, don't think less of me because of this. I never thought I would ever either. So much has changed. I love you, Greg, and I am so grateful to you. Did you hear Shannon and I giggling and laughing a while ago? Can you even imagine how much I have missed that special mother-daughter fellowship? I have been cut off completely from it. I ached for it. And you gave it back. I think some sweet, sexy intimacy is a wonderful way to express gratitude to someone you really care about. It's not payment." "There is no way I could ever think anything but the highest of you. Frankly, your new sexual openness just increases my love and respect. I'm, uh, not usually such a quick trigger. It's just the fact that it's you is so overwhelming, that..." "Oh, I know, Shannon said that..." "Shannon? She talks to you about what we do?" "You sweet man! You've got to know that women tell each other everything, especially about sex. I am so grateful for the way you've given her just what she needs. I'm sure it has been hard for both you and Jim at times. The embarrassment must be huge. Her weight must be hard to ignore, But you've done it for her. She knows it, and will be even more grateful as she...I guess I can say as she grows up. This sexual excitement right now really is childlike. Ohhh. You may have come in a hurry, but I can feel something pushing on my bottom already." Giggle. "Greg, a very big part of me wants to stick you right inside of me and..." "No, Caroline. I couldn't do that to Jim, or you. Your loving monogamy is a rare, precious thing." "I know, I know. That doesn't mean I can stop the feeling, though. Speaking of Jim, I wonder how he is doing. He is so nervous and uncertain, yet he so wants to please Shannon." "Uh, maybe this is awful, but would you like to watch? I think there is a place where if we sit down we can see without alerting them." "Oooh. I would love to!" They quietly walked to the family room, crouching low behind the sectional. Sitting on the floor behind the end of the sectional, they could look through the shelves of the étagère and see Shannon and her Daddy in the kitchen. Greg sat with his legs spread and Caroline sat between them and leaned back against him as they watched. Jim barely noticed his wife leave the kitchen with Greg. His daughter was stroking him so nicely, but he wasn't hard. "Daddy, I love playing with your beautiful cock when it's soft like this. It's so neat! I could do it for hours. But, Daddy, I want to make you hard. What's wrong? Are you worried about something?" "Baby, it's just hard for me to get past the feeling that this is wrong. That fathers and daughters shouldn't do these things together. I know! I know! My mind is convinced it's OK, but it so against what I have always thought." "Daddy, I love you so much. I want to show you, and I haven't got much to give right now. If I can make you feel good, it will make me so happy! It will remind me there really is a woman inside all this. Please! Don't be afraid. Come for me! I really want you to!" Even after her pleading, nothing was happening. She just kept fondling and cooing, happy, even though she wanted more "Daddy, do me! Make me come! It won't take much." She took one hand and placed it on her pussy. He didn't do anything at first, but she asked him again and he began stroking. He put his other arm around her and she leaned into him, quivering and whimpering as the sensations increased. He dropped his other hand to her ass and inserted his finger in her vagina from behind, the knuckle of his thumb against her anus. As he stroked her clit, he lifted from behind, literally raising her slightly off the floor with each stroke. Her whimpers turned to sobs, and she came hard, clutching his arm as she shook. She leaned against him limply, gasping for breath. She took his still flacid cock and his balls in her hands as she spoke. "Oh, Daddy, you are such an expert. Mom is so lucky!" She paused, still breathing deeply. "Say, where did Mom and Greg go? Are they playing, too?" She felt his penis start to stir. "That's it, Daddy! Think about Mom! What is she doing with Greg? Is she going to make him come? She is, isn't she? Oooh, that is so nice for Greg! He will be so thrilled! He thinks Mom is the most wonderful woman on earth! I do too! So do you, don't you? It is so beautiful of her to give him a gift! You are so loving to let her do it! Oooh, just think about what she is doing to him! Yesss, Daddy! That's the big, gorgeous cock that I want to love up! I am going to make you feel just as good as Greg. Ooooh, thank you sweet Daddy for letting me give you this gift! Thank you for letting me feel sexy and important! Now, come for me! Come! Come! Come!...." She held his cock tight against her belly with one hand, cupping his balls with the other. She stroked up and down with both hands with increasing vigor. He began grunting with each stroke and panting. It felt like she was wrenching his privates from his body with each stroke, but it was amazingly arousing. After being unable to erect for so long, he was rocketing toward climax at a surprising pace. When he came, she took her hand from his shaft and leaned her belly into him, pressing it between them as jet after jet covered their bellies. While he was still shuddering and oozing, she grabbed him round the neck and gave him a lovers' kiss, which he was barely conscious enough to return. She laid her head on his chest and wept freely. He also was sniffling and teary. They hugged tightly and he stroked her wherever he could reach. They stayed this way for what seemed like hours until they heard Caroline weeping quietly in the doorway. Caroline and Greg arrived at their watching spot just as Shannon asked her Daddy to make her come. When Caroline saw her husband begin to masturbate her daughter, she reached for Greg's hands, placed one over her pussy, and the other on a breast. She turned her head and whispered in his ear, "Please!" He was in absolute sensory overload. This body he had idolized and fantasized over. He was to bring it pleasure! He could hardly make his hands move, but this was a lifetime experience, demanding the best he had. Slowly, then with increasing confidence, he began worshipping her body. He stroked, kneaded, rubbed, rolled, and plunged. He kissed her ears, neck, and cheeks, and, hungrily, her mouth when she turned her head and lay it back on his shoulder. Unstoppable tears began to flow from him, increasing in volume as his hands moved faster and faster over his idol. Her breathing broke up into gasps and she bit her lip to keep from giving them away. She came with little stifled whimpers, fairly bouncing on the floor with the strength of her convulsions. On and on and on it went, finally subsiding into quivers, then nerveless stillness. She could feel his hands moving all over her smooth skin, sliding over the sheen of sweat. Her shoulder was wet and it ran down over one breast. She realized it was his tears! Shannon had come about when she had. She could hear her daughter taunting her husband about what she might be doing with Greg. Well, they could never imagine. Thinking of Jim, she had a brief attack of guilt, but it could not survive the feeling of euphoria. Shannon had gotten Jim hard, and would achieve her goal of making him come. Jim's cock was standing up between them. They would have cum all over them! She wanted cum on her! She turned and whispered to Greg to lie down. When he was on his back, she got up on her knees and slid back to sit on his stomach, facing his feet, with a clear view of her husband and daughter. She took hold of Greg's cock and balls, and began manhandling them the same way Shannon was with Jim's. Even though he had come just minutes before, his emotional level was so high he built up rapidly and came before Jim did, ejecting a surprising load on her stomach. He was barely aware as Caroline turned over to lay on top of him, rubbing their bodies together to spread the effluent over their bellies. It was another exquisite sensation he cold hardly have dreamed about, yet there was just nothing left to raise his cock, or even his arms. Just keeping his eyelids so he could drink in the beauty of Caroline atop him used everything he had left. He was aware of his dream woman rising up off of him, then nothing. Father and daughter looked over at their weeping wife and mother. Shannon motioned for her mother to join them. As she approached them, she said, "I saw it all. It was so beautiful!" Her weeping increased. "Oh, Mom!" Carolline approached them and Shannon stepped aside. Jim objected that he was all sticky, but she ignored him. Soon they were kissing fiercely, trim, sticky bellies rubbing together. Feeling the result she was after beginning to happen, she pulled herself up so her legs were around his waist, showing the agility of a teen. Through the kisses, she said, simply, "Shannon, help me!" Knowing instinctively what her mother wanted, Shannon started in on Jim's half-hard cock, bringing it to full glory. Bringing it to her mother's opening, the two women gasped in unison as Caroline settled down onto it. Feeling himself securely surrounded, Jim slowly walked from the kitchen carrying his beloved impaled on him. Each step was like a stroke. Sensing rather than seeing Greg lying on the floor, he gently lay her beside Greg, than began loving her in earnest. At some point, either Caroline's moans or her shoulder touching his awakened Greg, and together he and Shannon watched spellbound, practically from within the embrace. The tenderness, the passion, the giving, the energy, the complete communion of that coupling defied description. Greg's half-conscious mind was able to realize that this was exactly what the Maker intended for his creation. Totally spent, Jim rolled off Caroline and lay beside her. Shannon cooed and caressed her father from one side while Greg stroked Caroline's hair and face. They were barely able to help each other to the hot tub, and sometime during the evening they must have eaten because Greg and Shannon found the food gone later. None of them remembered details. They only remembered hours of tender intimacy and sharing of hopes and dreams. At some point, Caroline and Jim retreated to Shannon's bed and collapsed for the night. Greg called Terry and was assured that he and Janie were fine. Shannon crawled into her king bed and fell asleep pressed against her father. - - Pygmalion Project (6/13) Week 4 (M/F, M/f, m/f) Week 4: Mid June ------------------------ Sunday Julia was especially bright-eyed and animated Sunday evening when she arrived. All through dinner and relaxation afterward, she seemed to exude energy. It was she who suggested it was time for the hot tub. Greg quickly got into his suit and went out to make sure the patio was tidy with Shannon's help. He had just placed a stack of fresh towels in the rack and stood up to see Julia walk out of the house naked. "How do you like my nun's outfit, Greg?" Shannon let out a small squeal of delight, ran to Julia and hugged her. Coming closer to the still immobilized Greg, Julia said "Shannon tells me you are very considerate of overly padded women. I hope you won't mind one more hanging around." She reached out and pulled down his suit, having to talk him through lifting his feet to remove it. Straightening up and stepping back, she told him "Wow, it's just as nice as I imagined it would be! Oooh, and I'm going to get a salute, too! OoooKaay!" Still almost comatose, but feeling as foolish as a horny teenager, he could offer no resistance as Julia grabbed him by an arm and his cock and carefully placed him on a seat in the tub. No sooner was he seated then she straddled his lap and positioned him at her opening. Panic finally roused him from his stupor and he grabbed her around the waist, holding her off of him. "Julia, no! I couldn't! Frank is a great friend! This isn't good." "Don't you like my body?" she queried with a mock pout. "Oh, God, it's too much temptation for any man, but I just can't do this." "Greg, listen to me! Frank knows and he approves." "Ohhhh, Julia! I want to so much it hurts. But I can't. You know I can't." "You're right, you wonderful man, you. I do know." She leaned into him, reached behind him and came up with a cell phone. Where had that come from? She punched two buttons, said 'Yes' twice, and handed him the phone. He put it to his ear and heard Frank's voice. "Greg, we just knew we would have to do this, and you did not disappoint us. Right now you have a big, beautiful redhead on your lap who is so horny she is practically twitching. Let me tell you about my incredible wife. I work in a business where I am in the middle of young, mostly naked models a lot of the time. When I met Julia, I was lost, even though she was so much younger and would never, ever be a runway model. Here was a real, real woman. I had had enough of starving waifs with little girl tits and little boy asses. She's got all the right stuff in generous portions. Tits that you can't get all of in your hand. An ass that makes you dizzy when she walks. Hips that curve and lift like ocean breakers. Skin so soft and smooth it feels like it's always oiled. And she loves to use it. We have spent years breaking beds and shaking plaster loose. Right now, my boy, I am in the most intense period of travel of my whole career. I hope it is the end of travel, but I have to do it. To make matters worse, I have medical problems the quacks are still screwing around with, so I can't give her what she needs even when I am there. Greg, if you value our friendship, screw her brains out. Right now, and as often as she wants. You are not endangering our marriage. That could never happen. You will be helping us both in a way only a close, trusted, and nicely-hung friend could. Thank you, my boy, and enjoy her for me." The phone clicked off and he had not said a word in response. Julia took it from his hand and gave him a questioning look. He stared at her gorgeous face and nodded. In less than five seconds he was encased. "Shannon, Honey, I would love to have you stay and watch. But if it makes you feel too bad, I will understand if you want to leave." "I wouldn't miss it for anything. Thank you for the privilege." It had been a very long time for Greg. He could not remember details, but he was certain it had never been like this. Her energy and urgency were astounding. When they were spent, they heard Shannon sniffling as she cuddled with them. Julia asked her what was wrong. "It was so awesome to watch. I am so happy for Greg. I've wanted to give him more, but... Last night Mom and Daddy, now you guys! I want it so bad, and I'm afraid it will never happen again." "Shannon, you and Greg made the right decision not to have sex with each other. I know it must be difficult going without amid all the sexual activity this place seems to attract. Believe me, just stay with the plan. With what you have to offer and what you have learned, I just know you are going to find a wonderful man of your own." "Now, Mr. Laskey, your are going to have another naked woman around here, working out and shaping up." "You?" "I have at least twenty extra pounds I need to lose and I want the rest of me nice and tight. When Frank gets his problem all fixed, I'm going to blow his mind with my revamped body. So, I need your Alex or somebody to train me and Yvonne to feed me. I have come to really love Shannon, and since she has to be naked, I am going to join her." Somehow, his mind still had some functional parts. "Julia, Alex comes over Tuesday mornings when you probably have cases, although you are welcome to arrange that if you want. How about this idea - let Shannon train you." This brought a squeal of delight from Shannon. "She is following the program faithfully, and has recorded everything she has done meticulously. You would not get the benefit of Alex's massages, but I am learning, and I'll bet Shannon would like to learn, too." "That's a wonderful idea! Consider me part of your program. Of course I have to work, and Frank will be home occasionally, but the rest of the time I will be here, naked. Deal? Oh, I will be sleeping with you, stud!" They all hugged. "I have to go in the house for a few minutes." While she was gone, Shannon chattered excitedly, and Greg realized that this was a perfect step in her recovery. Now she could be the giver, the trainer, the teacher. When Julia returned, he was stunned, but somehow not surprised to see her pussy bare. This had apparently become the badge of Shannon's support group. He regretted the loss of that gorgeous red bush, but the clear sight of those smooth, creamy, puffy lips more than compensated. "Counseling session is canceled for tonight, folks. I barely took the edge off there in the tub. Greg and I are off for some serious loving." Sex with Julia was joyous. She loved every single thing they did, and let him know it. She coached him, teased him, urged him on, and cried on him. Between bouts they played gently, as he had learned from Shannon. Maybe it just came with maturity, but it was thrilling to enjoy each caress, tickle, stroke, squeeze, pinch, or fondle for its own sake, not just as a precursor to intercourse. Again, he thought of all he and Jenna had missed out on, and wondered if....Awww, screw it. For however long it lasted, he had the intimate companionship of a brilliant, classy, beautiful, dear friend who was built for sex. If it was only for tonight, he would still be forever grateful. Drowsy and cuddled close, he couldn't help making a comment. "Julia, all these years, I had no idea you were such a bombshell. I knew you were beautiful and sexy, but you are always so composed, so professional, I never thought..." "Every woman is a bombshell down deep. It is the lucky man who learns how to bring it out of her." "Hmmm. Every woman? Even, uh..." "Yes, even Yvonne." "But how do I ever bring it out of her. Now, she won't even see me." "I guess you know I can't tell you any more about her. Just give it some time. Something will get through to her." Monday When Mondays weigh-in showed a loss of five more pounds, Shannon was absolutely resolute. "Don't tell me any more about how I can't keep this up! I am doing everything Alex tells me and eating everything Yvonne tells me, and it is working! I am not going to slow down! I will be skinny and hard and out of here in a lot less than eight months! And I'll be a high school grad, too." That evening, he made sure he was gone from the house from five until seven, just to be sure he didn't encounter Yvonne. Julia was planning to stay all week, and arrived about fifteen minutes after Yvonne, who was surprised to see her. When asked, Julia told her "I am joining Shannon in her shape up program. I will be working out here at Greg's with her as my trainer." She gave Shannon a hug, and Shannon beamed. "I want you to do a nutrition plan for me, too. I'll be glad to pay for the service. I need to go and change. I'll be right back." Shannon knew what was coming, and could barely contain her glee. Julia walked into the room totally unconcerned about her glorious nudity. When Yvonne looked up, she literally started to slip from her chair and had to catch herself on the table edge. "Julia! My God! You're....! And you're...! What?? Why??" Julia noticed Yvonne's eyes locked on her bare pussy. "Oh, Yvonne, I'm sorry to startle you." She put her arm around Shannon. "I have become very fond of this brave woman. Since I am working out with her, I decided to go naked to show my support and encouragement. Besides, it is kind of fun! I've never spent much time naked before." "But...but..Greg! I mean, how can you...?" "Oh, Greg is a very dear friend. He doesn't mind!" "Mind? I'll bet not. He's got two naked women to ogle all day." "Hey, Greg's not like that! Besides, he gets naked with us sometimes, too." Wide eyed, she replied "He does?!? But aren't you awfully embarrassed for him to see you, and your bare, um,..." "My bare pussy? I shaved that as a show of support for Shannon, too. Her hair was completely removed. Do you like mine?" Yvonne blushed an alarming shade of red, tore her eyes away from Julia's privates, and put her head in her hands. Julia cautiously placed a hand on Yvonne's shoulder making her jump. "I didn't mean to upset you, Yvonne. Would it be easier for you if I got dressed?" "No. I mean, yes, but don't bother. It's just a shock. I'm used to seeing you..." Julia cut her off before she could reveal their doctor-patient relationship to Shannon. "Good, because I would rather be naked when I'm around here." "You really mean that?" "Yes, it's a great feeling to be naked and uninhibited in a place where you can feel comfortable and safe." "Safe? But, Greg's here, and he's a man, and...and..." "He sure is!" She and Shannon giggled. "A man who respects us and would protect us, and never, ever hurt us." Yvonne stared back and forth between the two of them, saying nothing. "Let's do some planning here before Greg gets back." The women ganged up on Greg and insisted he strip as soon as he got home. They spent a quiet evening, mostly doing separate activities. Shannon called Laura again and found her a little more receptive this time. As he walked hand in hand with Julia down the hall to retire, Greg felt the loss of married companionship as he had not in quite a while. In bed, he told Julia his feelings. She pulled his head to her spectacular breast and held him close as they talked about it for quite a while. As his melancholy diminished, his hands became active, soon joined by his mouth. Concerns of loss and past mistakes were soon forgotten as they vigorously and joyfully guaranteed themselves a good night's sleep. Tuesday Tuesday morning, Julia made it a point to be dressed and gone well before Alex would arrive, even if he came early. Greg sat in the kitchen for part of the training session and heard something new - laughter from both Alex and Shannon. Shannon was working pullovers with the dumbbells, and they had been bantering all morning when something struck them both as funny. "Alex, you have a pleasant laugh. It is so good to hear it finally." "Have I been that much of a sourpuss?" "Well, you have been awfully serious." "I guess I have been, uh, have been intimated." "Intimated!?" Feeling playful, she grabbed a roll of fat on her side and jiggled it, saying "By what! By this?" Next, she jiggled a breast and asked. Then, she spread her pussy slightly and taunted "By this?" Flaming brightly and nearly hyperventilating, he regained control enough to respond to her banter, "Uh, no, yes, and yes!" At that, they both laughed heartily again. "Shannon, I am something of a film history buff. Many years ago, the first general release film to show full frontal nudity was entitled "What Do You Say to a Naked Lady?" That is how I have felt. My defense was to just do my job. I didn't mean to be unfriendly or distant." "So I not a job anymore?" "You're not JUST a job. I'd like to think you're my friend, too. But you will be my most outstanding success. I can't wait to see...uh, I mean, uh...Oh, shit." She giggled heartily. "I hope you mean 'see' as in 'ooh la la!" "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be suggestive about this." "Damn right you should! If every person with a cock doesn't stand in line to see me naked when we're done, you have failed as a trainer." He just sat there and shook his head. "See, you do intimidate me! Here you sit in about the most embarrassing situation possible. Yet, you're loose and witty, and I'm the one who's tongue tied. You are amazing." After the massage, while he was packing up, she asked him, "Hey, Alex, why don't you come early next week and swim with me before breakfast. I'd love the company, and I really want to see some more of your bod!" She swatted him playfully on the rump and waltzed down the hall to shower. Greg was still in the kitchen and had heard most of the exchange. He was chuckling when Alex came by. "Man," Alex said, "I feel like I've been steamrolled!" "She's a force, isn't she? That's the sister I knew back when. I am so thrilled that she has re-emerged so quickly. It does bring up a problem, though. My time table for this plan is way off. Things are moving much faster than I ever expected. Especially mentally and emotionally." "Buddy, if you let her dress before she reaches her goal weight, our friendship is over. I deserve a good ogle for the abuse she puts me through." "Why, Alex Torvold, I didn't think you were old enough to be a lecher. Seriously, do I detect some feelings developing here?" "Oh, I wouldn't say that. But she is one of a kind." "That old Swedish reserve, huh?" "Norwegian, man, Norwegian! Say, is it OK if I come early on Tuesdays and swim with her? It's hard to say 'no' to her, you know." "Don't I just. Sure, that's fine. I'll usually be running then, and I don't have any hanky-panky in the plan for her yet, so just watch it." He ducked the purposely slow round house. Wednesday When Janie got in the Jeep the next morning, she resembled an un-discharged capacitor. Greg was starting to catch on that this excess energy buildup in a female foretold something significant. Of course, he had no idea what that might be. "Greg, Mom isn't really your sister, is she?" He spent the next several minutes telling the whole story again. "Gee, that's neat! Gram and Pops are great, aren't they? Um, since you're like my uncle, do you care for me? I mean like a real niece?" "I certainly do, Janie. You know, I would care about you no matter what because you are a very special person." "Gee, thank you, uh, Uncle Greg." She did a slight giggle. "I'm glad, 'cuz then I can do it!" "Do what, Honey:" "Go naked today!" Sproinggg! He was ashamed of himself, but... "Gram said you should only show your naked body to someone who really cared about you and who you really wanted to see it." "Your Gram is very wise. Um, why do you want to show your body to me?" "Well, that isn't the real reason. It's because Mom is naked and I love her and I want to support her and show her I'm with her and..." She gasped a quick breath. "And I knew you would see me and I wanted to be sure you cared about me. I was sure you did, but I'm glad we could talk about it, because I really want to do it." "Janie Randolph, you are a hell of a woman!" That capacitor discharged into the smile she laid on him. Conversation the rest of the way was difficult for him, but she babbled on unconcerned. When they reached the house, she stood beside the car and asked him, "Could you turn around a minute while I undress? I don't want Mom to even see me in clothes. Gee, I guess that's silly! You're going to see me naked anyway, huh?" Whereupon, she threw off her few clothes and carried them skipping into the house. The initial mother-daughter greeting when Shannon saw Janie's nudity was again tearful. The rest of the day was even more playful than the previous week. "Just before lunch, Shannon whispered in his ear, "You are going to wear yourself out pretending you're not watching her. Give it up. She is captivating! Admit it and enjoy her. It's what she wants from you, you know." As it was getting toward dusk, Janie was again splashing in the pool. Shannon pulled him into his own master bath. She immediately pulled off his pants and started jerking him off. 'Enjoying the ride,' he said nothing, and had a very satisfying come. "You are going to be a touch and feel anatomy model for Janie, and I want you soft for at least a little while. Is one come enough?" Shaken, he started rising again just at the thought. "Guess not! Oh, well!" She undressed him completely and employed her now-famous hug techniques on him, all the while saying suggestive things about her daughter to him. "Shannon, I have my doubts about this idea, but frankly, I'm too pooped to argue. Let me shower quickly, then she can have her way with me." As they walked toward the pool, he thought this was a little taste of what Shannon went through constantly. As they approached, Jainie saw them and stared in open-mouthed fascination, fairly vibrating up and down in the shallow end of the pool. "Jainie, Honey, Uncle Greg is going to let you learn about a man's parts. Would you like that?" She probably expected no reply. Speech had not yet returned to the girl. The experience that followed would forever be stored in Greg's 'most memorable' file. The flawless beauty of the woman-to-be. Her absolute wonder at what she was discovering. The unblievalble feel of her hands on him as they moved to the second stage. He was almost in a trance, but was aware enough to try to stave off arousal. His two very recent ejaculations allowed him surprising success for quite a time. Phase three of the lesson, of course, made her determined to achieve the live result. Many minutes of carefully coached stroking produced a full erection. She became highly vocal as it gradually rose. He felt both relieved and sad that the lesson was over until suddenly phase four was being explained. He had no idea this was coming and was not at all sure he could achieve it. The magical hands, though would have spent the night if necessary. It didn't take nearly that long. The quantity was not of bragging caliber, but the awe and gratitude of the girl were. When finished, he felt he had given a gift, and it pleased him. When Shannon told him Janie was staying over for Terry's visit the next day, he was happy to be spared the inevitable awkwardness of the ride alone with her. Thursday Terry was surprised not to see Janie at the rendezvous. When he asked why, Greg told him she was staying over so they could all be together. "Guess it's a good thing I brought my suit, huh?" "Not necessarily." "What does that mean?" "Well, your Mom wants a day all together like you had with her last week, and like Janie had yesterday." "You mean Janie was naked yesterday? In front of you!?" "Yes, and I have to tell you, she is absolutely gorgeous!" "I'll bet. So many times I have j... Oh, shit! She's my sister! I shouldn't think about her like that." Greg took the opportunity to talk with the boy about young men, the women in their lives, natural curiosity, and other topics. When Terry had time to absorb some of the discussion, he suddenly remembered what triggered it. "Do you think Mom wants both of us naked with her today?" "I'm sure of it." "Oh, Man! You mean I'll really get to see her? She'll actually let me? This is too much to believe." He was silent for a few miles. "Geez, this is going to be hard! What will I do when I see her?" "Remember last week when we talked about respect. Your Mom told me you did a wonderful job. What pleased your Mom the most?" "Well, I guess the hugs and the touching." "Maybe, but what else?" "Uh, she liked it when I did stuff with her." He thought for a moment. "Sure! The complements! She just melted every time I complemented her." "Do you think Janie will react the same way?" "Yeah, I guess. How should I do it?" "Well, the first time you see her naked, how do you think she is going to feel?" "Probably very scared. She's pretty modest, you know." "That's right. What else do you think she will be feeling?" "Well, uh, I don't know. I'm not good at figuring out girls, and I've never seen, you know..." "Terry, your sister will be worried that you do not think she is pretty. I'll bet that will be more important to her than her fear." "So, I should tell her right away that she is beautiful, right." "Hey, sport, you're catching on to this girl business a lot faster than I ever did." "Uh, Greg. Uh, I might get hard when I see her. Won't that upset her? I don't think she's ever seen one." "She has seen one, and she knows. If you get hard, tell her it's a complement. Tell her that she caused it because she's so sexy. Use the word `sexy.'" "I hope I can think enough to say anything when I see her. I might just pass out." "Nah, you'll be fine. Just remember, she is the second most important woman in your life right now. The key word is R - E- S -P -E - C -T." Terry joined him saying the last letters as a cheer, and they laughed heartily together afterward. ***** Shannon no longer worried that she was doing something wrong. She was just concerned about doing it gently and making it easy for the kids. She wished she had time to talk to Terry first, but Greg seemed to have done a great job last week. She was so thankful he took after her Daddy rather than Adam. He was so gentle and loving. Janie waited nervously beside her mother in the family room. Rather than putting on clothes, she was cocooned in a giant towel with nothing underneath. Her Mom kept up a constant line of chatter, but sometimes she couldn't even answer. She heard Greg and Terry come in the front door and go into the study. Shortly after that, Terry came walking toward her naked. Her brother was amazing! She fastened her gaze immediately on his penis, and its slight swing with each step only added to her paralysis. She felt her Mom helping her to her feet, and then gently taking the towel from around her. She was afraid he might laugh. She was afraid he might turn away. He was walking right up to her. Taking her two hands in his. Spreading her arms apart. She saw his penis grow. He was telling her she was beautiful! His penis was growing because of her! He said she was sexy! Janie had not yet progressed to speech capable when Shannon brought both kids to sit close to her on the couch, one heavy arm around each one. She told them how thrilled she was they could all share in this intimate way. How proud she was of both of them. How beautiful their bodies were. She emphasized over and over how each should treat the other as their best girlfriend or boyfriend. Limits on what things they could do with each other were spelled out. When her little lecture was ended, the kids joined their mother for her lap swim, which she had delayed for their benefit. Next they worked out in the gym with her. After the workout, Shannon had Terry give his sister her first massage. Following her instructions the week before, he brought Janie to a thundering orgasm, her first at another's hands. While Janie recovered on the gym mats, Terry massaged his mother with the same final result. When Shannon regained her breath, she roused Janie and instructed her in massaging her brother. The girl put what she had learned with Greg the previous night to good use. Her lack of strength and experience meant Terry hardly felt her working on his muscles, except for the one that really counted. The three were inseparable the rest of the day. As they kept Shannon company as she did her homework, Shannon voiced her frustration with some math problems. Janie opined that Terry could probably help. He agreed and pulled up a chair beside his Mom. Greg happened to pass the study for a rear view, and the contrasting rear views of the two naked bodies would have made him laugh had the sheer tenderness of their obvious companionship not caused a totally different reaction. This turned out to be the first of many sessions where Terry proudly assisted his Mom with her math assignments. At hot tub time, Terry was mildly surprised to see Greg join them naked, but he made no comment. At bed time, the three went straight to Shannon's bed without considering any other option. Friday The Friday morning trip to the rendezvous was surprisingly quiet. Not that the kids were upset in any way. They just seemed content to bask in the memories from the day before. Almost hating to break the silence, Greg finally asked, "Janie, did you learn some important things yesterday?" "Oh, Gosh, I was learning things all day." "You mean about bodies and sex?" "Yeah, I learned more about that. But Mom kept talking to us about how boys and girls should treat each other and what we should expect." "And how will that help you?" "If any boys don't treat me like my big bro' does, I won't have anything to do with them." "Yeah, and I'll punch `em out!" Terry interjected. All three laughed. "How about you, Terry, did you learn some important stuff." "I sure did. Girls don't seem nearly as mysterious anymore. I think I can maybe relax and talk to girls at school now. Maybe even ask them for dates. And I learned it's a good idea to listen to advice. You really helped me a lot, Greg. Thanks!" ***** This would be another tough encounter. Mostly because of Kathy. Jim & Caroline had talked to Ted several times about Shannon and the plan. Greg, remembering what a great big brother Ted had been to him, had told Ted everything. As a boy, Ted had really loved and watched out for his little sister. Greg thought those feelings were still there. Ted had been as upset as he when Shannon went bad. Kathy was another story. There was a very strong possibility she would go ballistic. Shannon had been prepared for this possibility, and he was sure she was strong enough now so Kathy's rejection would not destroy her. Hopefully, she could at least get to talk to Ted. He greeted them and told them Shannon was waiting in the study, and that he would be in the family room if they needed him. He opened the study door and was about to walk to the family room. On a sudden hunch, he instead moved back to stand in front of the front door. It turned out to be a good move. As they entered the study, Kathy immediately saw that Shannon was sitting there naked. Shannon did have her arms crossed in front of her breasts, on Greg's recommendation. Thus, she was not really 'exposed.' Kathy let out a shriek. She jumped in front of Ted, grabbed his shoulder and turned him around. "Get out of here, now! You can't look at her like that! It's obscene! Disgusting! What is going on? Get out!" With the force of anger, she propelled her stunned husband into the entry hall where Greg blocked the front door. "Greg, let us out! We're leaving, right now! How could you do this?" Greg did not move. Kathy screeched on at him for almost a minute until she finally ran down, red faced and panting. "I am responsible for helping Shannon turn her life around. She is doing amazingly well. If you reject her tonight, it will slow her progress. I am going to prevent that if I possibly can." "Well, have her put some clothes on, for God's sake." "No! She is on a carefully devised plan that is working well. Being naked is a key part of the plan. Please, can we sit in the family room and talk about this." "There's nothing to talk about. I will not let Ted in there with a naked woman." Ted had said nothing so far. To his credit, he now showed some of the Randolph strength. "Kathy, take the car and go. I am going to stay and at least talk to Greg. Shannon is my sister. I think she is finally turning her life around, and if I can help in any way, I will. I'll bet Greg will bring me home." "What? Leave you alone here with her? You just want to see her naked body! I won't permit it! You don't even see.." "Enough!" He cut her off. "I am staying. Go or stay, whatever you like." He headed off toward the family room. Kathy looked nonplussed. She finally stormed out the front door. As she shut the door, Ted came back to the door of the study. "Shannon, I'm truly sorry. I think she will be back in, so I am going to the family room with Greg. I...I love you, Sis." Greg wanted to do something to help out Ted, but could not think of what to say. He offered him something to drink. "You could probably use something alcoholic right now, but my house is completely dry. Lots of sodas and mineral water, though." "If I reacted to her that way, I'd be a drunk by now." "Um, not to pry, but is this a common occurrence?" "I have never seen her go off like this, but it is constant harping and harangue." "About what?" "Propriety, mostly. Our home is a running battlefield over what the girls can and cannot wear. They won't even go swimming any more because they are ashamed of the suits she got for them." "I'm sorry to hear that. I always thought Kathy was a kind, caring person and a good mother." "She is, or was. As the girls started to grow up, she changed. This propriety thing just dominates her thinking. I don't know what happened to cause it, either." "Did she mean that...oh, sorry, it's none of my business." "You heard right. She won't let me see her naked." "That's rough, man. She is a pretty good looking woman, too." "Much as I can remember, anyway." Just then, the door opened and Kathy stomped in. "Ted, come out of here and take me home. You can't be involved in this. It's wrong, it's indecent. It should be illegal..." "Kathy, I am staying. If you want to stay, you sit and listen and be polite. Otherwise, leave." "Polite! Parading naked in front of another person is not polite, why..." "Sit down and listen, or leave!" Kathy flushed brightly and stood undecided. Finally, she flounced down on the sofa a good three feet from Ted. Greg went through a careful explanation of the nudity idea and re-birthing in general. He told them how it had changed the relationship between Shannon and her parents. "Don't tell me they saw her naked. They are good, proper people. They would never come here when she is like that." "They come for dinner every Saturday and stay for the evening." "You're lying. Jim could never look at his naked daughter. He is just too good for that!" "They are the most wonderful people I have ever known. But they love their daughter so much they would do anything to save her. They realized it was critical to her re-birth to restore their relationship with her. They did what had to be done, and it worked." "I'll never believe that of them." Greg picked up the phone and dialed the Randolphs. Jim answered and Greg asked him to put Caroline on the other line. He told them the situation and handed the phone to Kathy. He motioned to Ted, and they went out onto the patio while Kathy talked. "Ted, tell me to bug out if you want, but is your marriage in trouble?" "It's alright to ask. I know you'll be discrete, and I know you really care. I suppose from Kathy's standpoint, everything is OK. I don't give her any reason to take off on me, except sometimes looking at her when she doesn't think I should." "Sex?" "Yeah, I read about that somewhere," he joked lamely. "Seriously, I'll bet my Dad even gets more sex than I do." "Ha! Your dad gets more sex than almost anyone. Your parents have a magnificent sex life." "You're kidding!" "Nope! Ask him." "I couldn't just ask him that. We don't.." "..talk about things like that in our family. I know, that used to be true. Believe me, it has all changed, now. He will be glad to tell you. I guarantee it." "What are they telling Kathy? It looks like she is going to have a stroke." Not wanting to reveal private information, Greg hesitated, then thought of how much Caroline would do for her children. He told Ted the whole story of their first two meetings, leaving out many events, of course. "I'm sure you realize how sensitive this is. I'm only telling because I believe if Caroline knew of your trouble, she would want me to." "Mom naked? You actually saw her? I've won...oh, shit! What am I saying?" "The truth, Ted. She and I have talked about that, and she understands. Remember, she's almost my mother, too. I felt horribly guilty at first, but she made it better." He glanced in the house and saw that Kathy had put the phone down. She was sitting slumped back on the couch, apparently catatonic. "Look, we'd better get back in there. You need to decide what you are going to do." "What do you think I should do?" "I will tell what I think would help Shannon the most. First, totally ignore Kathy. I will bring Shannon into the room. As soon as you see her, run to her and hug her." "But she's naked!" "To her, that's nothing. I didn't say this would be easy, but I absolutely know this will get through to her. Hug her like a man. Hard. Stroke her all over, even her ass. Rock her back and forth." "Sounds like a lover's hug." "Exactly. If she pushes her crotch into you, push back." "But, man, I might get hard." "She would be thrilled." He explained her starvation for affection and sexual affirmation. The biggest thing to remember is, don't stop the hug. Let her stop it, even if it takes hours." "I don't know how I can do it with Kathy there." "Look, Ted, I'm no marriage counselor, but the way things are now is going to kill you. You're a Randolph. I've seen it several times tonight. Do what you think is right. She will either change or you will lose her. Either way you are better off." "I've not been willing to admit that to myself, yet." "Let's go in there, and I'll bring Shannon out." "I'll do it Greg. For Shannon. And for me." As Greg walked past Kathy, she did not say a word, or even move. Ted sat down beside her, but said nothing. Greg went to the study, closed the door, and talked to Shannon a moment, asking if she was all right. She was surprised when he asked if she had heard the entire phone conversation, but nodded. "Shannon, Ted is about to make you very proud and happy. He is putting his marriage on the line, but that is not a huge risk right now. Go out there and show yourself to him boldly. Can you do that?" "He's taking that kind of a risk for me? Well, showing him my bod is nothing compared to that." With that, she walked ahead of Greg to the family room, never even looking at Kathy. She stood about ten feet in front of Ted and spread her arms." "Teddy, this is the old me. All of it. It's going away and won't be back." He sprang from the sofa and engulged her in a massive hug, emotion showing on his face. Kathy gasped in the background. Shannon disintegrated. He did it right, showing the love he truly felt, telling her of his love, telling her how happy he was to have her back. When he started stroking her back, Kathy let out a scream and dashed out of the house. Greg went to his room to give them privacy. The hugging went on and on, but it did not get sexual. After many minutes, Shannon pulled her head back and gave her brother a kiss right on the mouth. He was stunned, but returned the kiss with feeling. They sat close on the sofa and talked and snuggled for over an hour. Finally, Ted said he had better see if he needed a ride home. Turns out he did. "Teddy, I'm sorry if this causes you problems at home." "Sis, the problems have been there a long time. This is just bringing them to light. I guess it's about time. Thank you for showing me such strength. You have given me the courage to attack my own problems. I love you, sis." Shannon got Greg from his room and Greg drove Ted home. On the way back, he dialed the Randolphs again and got them both on the line. He told them what had happened, and of Ted's problems. "O, I'm so proud of him for being so good to Shannon. I had no idea about their marriage problems. That really concerns me. Dear, it looks like we have to help another of our children. What can we do for Ted?" "Sweetheart, I don't really know right now. I'm going to meet him for lunch. I'm going to talk to him like I should have twenty years ago. I think he should come to our Saturday nights. You have to invite him, though. It will be hardest on you, and you are the one he is dying to see naked." Caroline giggled in response. "You know, dear, I don't think it will be hard any more. In fact, it excites me! Oh, that's awful, isn't it?" "There is not one thing awful about you, Sweetheart. Greg, thanks for the call. Seems like you're in the middle of rescuing our whole family!" "There is nothing that makes me happier than helping my Mom and Dad." He heard a slight gasp from Caroline as he hung up." Ted was surprised that he didn't feel frightened as he entered the house. He had tried very hard for a long time to avoid or soften confrontations with his wife. Somehow, his meeting with Shannon had changed his whole outlook. Caitlin, his oldest, was watching TV in the family room when he came in. Kathy was nowhere in sight. Caitlin made a panicked grab for the remote as he entered, and he was about to grill her about what she had been watching. He just couldn't do it. He sat down in the recliner across from Caitlin and looked at her for a long time. Several times she glanced over with a quizzical look on her face. "Sweetie, will you come over here, please?" She looked frightened as she stood up, but he quickly said, "It's OK, nothing is wrong." When she reached the recliner, he took hold of her gently and brought her onto his lap, sitting across his legs. He pulled her body back against his, and carefully brought her head to his shoulder. He felt her stiffen. "Dad, what...what if Mom sees?" "Sweetie, I have missed out so long on one of the joys of fatherhood. Every father should get to hold his beautiful daughter. I love the feeling. Is it okay?" "I like it too, Dad, but I'm worried that..." "Let me worry about that. Does this make you uncomfortable? Don't you like being here?" His response was nothing but tears. When she could talk, she said "I was afraid you didn't want to hold me or touch me." "I'm sorry, Sweetie. I've always wanted to, very badly. I've just let your Mother's crazy ideas affect how I was around you. No more. I love you and I want to be sure you know that." "Are...are...are you guys going to divorce?" "That's the last thing I want. It would be terribly hard on you girls. Besides, I do love your mother. It's just that she has changed so much." They sat in silence for a while. "Caitlin, I know you have had a very hard time because of your mother. I also know that you have started to do some things to get around the rules." She stiffened and gasped when he said that. "I'm not angry with you. I understand why you are doing it. I am just afraid that someday you will rebel and we will lose you. Do you remember your Aunt Shannon at all? Well, I saw her tonight. I decided that everything has to change around here. Some of this story is rather adult. Is it OK if I tell you about her?" Of course, with that kind of tease, the girl readily agreed. Ted spent nearly an hour telling Shannon's complete story, right up through tonight's events. He left nothing out. There were many gasps of shock from the girl, but as the tale went on, she clung more and more tightly to her father. "Of course, your mother would never allow you to hear any of this, so it must be our secret." "Dad, is she really, um, ah.." "Naked, Sweetie. You can say it." "But how can she stand it? How can she let people see her? I would just die!" "It took an awful lot of courage for her. People who know about these things decided it was necessary to help her recover. She believes it has helped. I know in our house, we don't let anyone see our bodies. Your mother and I were both brought up that way. Now, I am not sure how right that was. I'm afraid you may have missed learning some things that are important to a young woman. Or maybe learned them from friends who didn't have their facts straight, or at least weren't concerned about you." "Well, I don't really have that many friends, you know, and most of them don't know any more than I do." There was another companionable silence. "Dad, I think I would really like to meet Aunt Shannon." "I would like to have you get to know her. You realize how hard that will be with your mother, don't you? We will work out a way, OK. In the meantime, would you like to start talking to her on the phone?" "Oh, yes! But how could I do that without Mom knowing?" "I'll work something out. Sweetie, can I make a deal with you. When things get bad, come to me right away. Don't sneak around. Don't bother to fight with your mother. Things are going to change around here. Be patient. It may take a while, but they will change. Can we agree on that?" "You mean you will really stand up for me against Mom?" "Yes, Sweetie, I will. I promise." "Oh, Daddy, I love you. Thank you so much. I thought nothing would ever get better." Reluctant to leave the sweet comfort of their cuddle, he told Caitlin he had to go and face her mother. After another warm hug, and an uncharacteristic kiss on the lips, she headed off to bed. He went upstairs to seven-year-old Sean's room and kissed his sleeping son. He was struck by the thought that if he didn't intervene strongly, Kathy could turn her boy into either a wimp or a criminal. As he closed the door on Sean's room, he saw Caitlin leave the shared bathroom. She was in bra and panties, without the mandatory robe. She started to scurry to her room, then stopped dead. She faced her father full on, grinned, than did a little dancer's pirouette. He mimed a whistle and applause, and she fairly skipped into her room. He made one more stop in twelve-year old Jordan's room and kissed her softly. Deciding there was no more stalling he could do, he went into the master bedroom. He used the bathroom, and started to undress there, as usual. Instead, he left the bathroom and stripped near the foot of the bed. He took his clothes to the closet, then came back to the room to get the boxers and singlett he wore to bed. As he slid into bed, Kathy, yelled at him, "You get out of here! You're not sleeping in my bed. Not after that obscene display with your sister. And I saw your disgusting little strip show, too. Now, get out!" "This is my bed. I am sleeping in it. If you don't like it, YOU leave." She spluttered, then began yelling at him again. He cut her off right away, having to repeat his threats until there was silence. He was surprised when he felt himself slipping off to sleep so easily. He doubted Kathy was having the same luck. Saturday The next morning, Saturday, Kathy was not in bed when Ted got up. As he was about to put on his robe to go down to breakfast, he decided to leave it off. As he left the room, Caitlin was just coming out of the bathroom in her robe. She looked at him in surprise, then dashed into her room and emerged in a T-shirt and, he assumed, panties. She looked at him, repeated his wolf whistle pantomime from the night before, giggled, then grabbed his hand. They separated at the foot of the stairs, and he sent her into the kitchen first. She looked back fearfully before going in, but he urged her on." "What in the world? Young lady, you get right back up to your room and get some clothes on. You are not coming to the table in this house half naked!" "Yes, she is!" Kathy's jaw dropped when she saw him. "What, you, too! What's going on here? I won't have it! Just because your sister...!" "Kathy, it's July. We're not naked. We're family. We don't always have to dress like we're going out in public. Just relax!" Caitlin had never seen anything like it, and watched open-mouthed. Jordan, apparently wakened by the noise stood rubbing her eyes at the door. "Well, if you're going to be a bunch of exhibitionists, you can fix your own damn breakfast!" She stormed past Jordan up the stairs and slammed the bedroom door as she went in. Jordan looked alarmed for a moment, then grinned and threw off her own robe. Her T-shirt was much shorter, showing all of her panties. Ted thought they might have to make a little concession there, but that could wait. "I can fix eggs!," Jordan chirped. Ted swooped her up in his arms and hugged her briefly but fiercely, then put her down by the stove. "Go to it, Punkin!" "Gee, Daddy. You're awful strong! I thought you were going to break me." "I wouldn't hurt you, Punkin, honest. I just really needed a hug right then. Is that OK?" "Oh, yes! I'd like lots of those!" Suddenly, she sobered. "Why are you and Mommy fighting?" It was then he realized how really tough this campaign was going to be. He tried to explain simply to her that they disagreed on some things, and there would probably be lots more arguments before they were worked out. She proudly did a very nice job on the eggs and they had a pleasant chat. Sean came down, and Ted cooked some more for him. When they were finished eating, he told them it was time to get dressed. He cleaned up the kitchen and went up to the room. Kathy was sitting in the chair in the corner, still bundled in her robe and reading. He saw her eyes were red. He was about to try a conversation, but decided neither of them were ready. As a sort of a challenge, he stripped off his nightwear facing her, then casually assembled his clothes onto the bed before dressing. She said not a word as he left the room. Coming down the stairs, he heard Jordan chattering happily on the phone. As he came into the room, she said, "Here, Daddy, it's Grams." After he had greeted her, Caroline started right in. "Greg called and told us about last night. I wish you would come to dinner tonight." "But Greg said you were, um, you know, um..." "Jordan is still in the room, right? Well, we are all naked, and it is really a lovely time." "But..but won't it be hard for you if I..., I mean..." "If you see me, you mean? Honey, don't be shocked, but I can't wait to show myself to you. And I especially can't wait to see you!" He almost choked. "Mom, I just can't believe, I mean, you've never, how..." "Honey, things have changed in unbelievable ways - wonderful ways. We will all talk about it tonight. Can you come?" "You know, this is going to be very hard for me?" "Yes, it probably will be very hard. I can't wait to see that, too!" Giggle. "Mom! What! You can't mean!" "I'm sorry, Honey, I shouldn't make jokes. I remember how terribly hard it was for me the first time. And for your father. Just remember, we all love you. We don't want to embarrass or humiliate you. We're family! We'll finally be sharing some things we should have shared long ago. Will you be there?" "Mom, when you talked to Kathy last night, did you tell her you were, um, ah, like that on Saturday nights?" "No, Dear. We didn't think she could handle that." "That's good. It will make it a lot easier for me. I'll be there. I'll be scared to death, but I'll be there." "Hey, you're a Randolph. You can handle this." He just sat in the chair for a long time, wondering about the turn things had taken. He thought back to the early years of their courtship and marriage. They had a warm and loving relationship. Maybe not exciting, but good and solid. There was sex. A normal amount, he assumed. He was proud of her. It was if someone threw a switch when Caitlin hit puberty. Sometimes he hardly recognized her as his adorable bride. Divorce was the norm among his co-workers and social acquaintances. He had never let himself think about it, but now... Reliving Shannon's journey had brought home to him the fragility of a young woman, and the massive need for acceptance and approval. Kathy would destroy their children if he didn't do something. Making a decision, he went up to the bedroom. "Kathy, will you have lunch with me over at BoBo's? We need to talk away from the house." Although he didn't say it, he knew she would never raise fuss in a public place. It wasn't proper. "What about the kids?" "I'll order in a pizza and leave them some money." After the waiter had taken their order, he took a deep breath and started in. "Kathy, I love you. I hope you know that. I am terribly sorry we had such a blowup yesterday." She started to respond, but he cut her off. "Please, just listen to me for a little bit. We were both brought up in very reserved, proper homes, and we have lived our lives that way. Lately, though, you have become extreme about anything to do with sex or nudity. You have a lovely body, but I have not seen it completely bare for more months than I can remember. That is not right." She looked around in a panic, seeing if anyone head overheard. "Ted, please, not here, I..." "I arranged for this table. No one can hear a thing unless we start shouting. I won't unless you do, OK?" Her look was a frightened glare. "I would not leave you because I miss the normal pleasure of looking at my wife. However, the sex has all but disappeared, as well, and I don't think it is my fault. I didn't really come here to talk about me, though. After talking to Shannon last night..." "Ha! Talking! I'll bet! Ogling and pawing, you mean! I doubt..." To her total shock, he cut her off again, forcefully. "In talking to Shannon, I became alarmed about the way you are treating the girls." "I'm making sure they grow up pure and proper and..." Once again he cut her off. "You are making them grow up different from their contemporaries. Too different. Caitlin, especially, feels like a social outcast. That is how girls become vulnerable. Vulnerable to drugs, to gangs, to predatory men - all kinds of dangers. I am telling you that your phobia is a threat to our daughters' welfare and I am not going to allow it to happen. Now, the discussion is ended here. I do not want any more conversation now. I am going to dinner at Greg's tonight to see my parents and Shannon." "Do you expect me to go along, too?" "No. Now let's finish lunch." She ate not a bite, and they rode home in stony silence. At home, he got a call from Shannon, asking him to come an hour or two early so they could visit some more before their parents arrived. He agreed. ***** Shannon greeted him at the door, and he tried to suppress a blush when he saw her. She noticed and teased him as she led him by the hand to the family room. "Aww, Teddy, that's sweet. You're concerned for my feelings. Well, let's give you something to blush about. Hurry up and get your clothes off. I can't wait to see what you're carrying there." "Shannon! Not now! Not yet! I mean, it's..." "I know, it's actually harder with just two. But really, it will make it a lot easier when the folks get here. I'll make sure of that." He looked at her quizzically after that comment, but didn't pursue it. "Come on, off with the pants!" Catching him almost frozen, she got his slacks unfastened and down before he realized it. "Now, do you do the rest, or do I have to strip you?" After a brief look of total panic, the Randolph determination flashed on his face, and he undressed in front of her. After laying his clothes to the side, he spread his arms and asked if this is what she wanted to see. Knowing he didn't mean it as a hug invitation, she took it anyway, and wrapped her arms around him. "I just knew you would look great without clothes! You have great muscles and your cock is just lovely, and..." "Shannon! Shannon! Please! We can't...we shouldn't...this isn't right...you're my sister...we're naked...we..." "We can and we should and we will! You're my long lost brother, and I love you! You're beautiful and sexy and your skin feels wonderful and... and... Hug me, dammit! Just like you did last night, please." "But I had clothes on last night!" "But I didn't, so now we're even. Just hug!" Through his panic, he remembered Greg's comments from last night about need and rejection. Everything he believed rebelled against it, but it was his sister, and she needed it and he was not going to reject her. And her skin against him felt so nice. He hadn't had that feeling since...Oh, no! "Shannon! Shannon! I'm sorry, but we have to break this up, I..." "No we don't! You haven't even really hugged me yet. Please! Oooh, Teddy! Is this fat bod getting a complement from her hunky brother already. Oooh, wonderful!" Now he was near tears with embarrassment. By now, she could feel it. How could he ever live it down? Oh, God. Now she was touching it, stroking it, jiggling his balls. He couldn't let this happen, he...he couldn't stop it, it had been so long. Unh! Unh !Unh !Unh ... Totally exhausted, he had to sit down. He felt unbelievable embarrassment and shame. How could he ever even look at her again. Nothing like this had ever happened to him. Never. Little kisses, all over his face. Whispered 'thank yous' over and over again. He opened his eyes to his sister's chubby face beaming at him. "Come out to the hot tub before we stain Greg's furniture." "Outside? Won't someone see us?" "It's totally private. Come on." She led him out, almost staggering and sat right up against him in the tub. "Oh Teddy, thank you so much." "You're thanking me? I shot off all over you. Why are you thanking me?" "Oh, it just means so much to mean. You didn't run away from me. You got aroused by me. You let me give you pleasure. It makes me feel wanted and like a woman. Teddy, I look so awful, I'm always afraid everyone will run away in disgust. I'm afraid no man will ever respond to me. When you came, it was such a thrill I thought I would burst!" "Wow. I had no idea. Aren't you worried that we did wrong? I mean it's incest." "Not unless we have intercourse, it's not. It's just such a beautiful, intimate way to share love, and that's how I feel right now." "Hmmm. Me, too. I'm just shocked and overwhelmed." "Um, Teddy, um, you came awfully fast and shot an awful lot. Are you usually that quick, or has it been a while, or...oh, shit, I'm sorry. That's none of my business." "Sis, the way you've exposed yourself to me, how can I hold back anything?" They sat there for a long while and he emptied his heart about his marriage. While they talked, she played with his flaccid member. After quite a long talk, he started to harden again." "Teddy, would you like to come again, or do you want to save some for Mom." "What? What are you saying? Mom could never do anything like that. That's ridiculous!" "I'm telling you, bro', she is going to do it to you sometime. She probably wants it to be soon. Oh, man, you really need it now, don't you? Well, you've got time to recharge." Not waiting for a response, she started stroking in earnest. It took a few minutes this time, but his discharge was soon floating atop the warm water. After a long quiet recuperation, he timidly asked, "Sis, uh, I've come twice, but you, uh, well, do you need relief?" "You sweet man. That would be so lovely. Thank you, thank you." "I, um, haven't done this much. Um, Kathy doesn't, you know..." She showed him, and he got her off, then, proudly, took her to a second, much larger one. They cuddled and recovered. "Sis, I need to tell you, that you have given me more affection and intimacy in the last hour than I have had almost forever. I didn't know what I was missing." "That's what we've all been discovering. Now, I still need that real hug." Before Jim and Caroline arrived, she showed him the gym. Then they went to the study and looked at her GED work. Shannon went to another folder and brought up naked pictures from her very first weigh-in. He complemented her on how much she had already lost. Leaving the study, they encountered Greg, who had politely stayed in his room. Ted reacted with embarrassment at his nakedness, but Greg said it was time to get ready, and took off his own clothes. Shannon broke the tension by exclaiming over her fabulous luck at having two naked studs all for herself. It was hard to tell who was more nervous, Caroline or Ted. The others had decided to let them meet alone. Ted waited in the kitchen with Greg and Shannon. Jim came in and greeted Ted. Both were shocked to realize they had never seen each other naked as adults. The other three went out to the patio and Ted went to the family room to wait for his mother. As he stood there, his heart was pounding almost dangerously. It made him think back to his wedding night, waiting naked in bed for his first sight of his lovely bride completely unclothed. The disappointment of her emergence from the hotel bathroom was still vivid in his mind. The negligee she wore was exquisite, but barely translucent. Of course, there were many chances to enjoy her body as their life together developed. As far as he could remember, though, she never displayed herself for him with any joy or playfulness, say nothing of lust. Lately, even that meager husbandly privilege had been denied him. She was still pleasant to look at. She had not put on any weight - had actually lost. Her body, though, had taken on a slackness, a lack of definition that muted her nicest curves. She... In the midst of his reverie he became aware of an apparition approaching down the hall. Caroline stopped, facing him from about ten feet away. They looked each other in the eye briefly, then both scanned the other's body slowly, as if drinking in the sight. Neither said a word. He could hardly breathe. She was magnificent. This was the kind of wedding night vision he had been denied. Looking at her bare pussy a second time, he felt an erection starting. Covering himself with his hands, he hunched over sideways to hide it from her. He felt her hand on his arm, then heard her gentle words. "Ted, Honey. Please let me see it. I was hoping it would happen. It thrills an old woman to get such a reaction from her gorgeous son. Don't be embarrassed, please!" "Old woman? God, Mom, you're practically a centerfold." She giggled. "Oh, what a sweet talker. Give me a big hug, Honey." "But, it will, I mean, you'll feel..." "Damn right I'll feel it, and it will feel wonderful." Taking the initiative, she reached up and put her arms around his neck, kissing him squarely on the mouth. She pushed her hardened nipples right into his chest and her smooth stomach right into his now upright cock. "Hug. Hard. Please. Just like you did Shannon." Momentarily startled, he nevertheless put his arms around her and rejoiced in the smoothness and wonderful curves. Almost without his volition, his hands started caressing, moving everwhere over her back and shoulders. She purred in delight. "Mom, this is like something out of an impossible dream!" "For me, too, Honey. For me, too. Lower, please." Now more bold, he didn't hesitate and began stroking and kneading her ass cheeks. Her purring changed to moans and she squirmed against him. Suddenly, she gasped and shook. At her first convulsion, he went over the edge. They gasped and heaved together for a moment, then stood breathing heavily. "Mom, I'm so sorry!" "What do you mean? I came too! Don't be sorry. I am so happy I can hardly stand it. Come on, let's join the others in the pool. "Wait. We can't go out there yet. We've got, um, stuff all over us." "Yup! Come on!" As she led him by the hand to the pool, she was strutting like a runway stripper. He staggered behind, flaming red all over. In was Shannon,of course, who noticed the cum on their bellies. "Wow, it looks like you had a really nice unveiling, huh?" "Incredible. It was just a hug! And I came, too!" "Wow! It must have been the pent up emotions. That's three already for Teddy." "Shannon!" "Hey, we're all thrilled for you." Caroline spoke up. "It really was incredibly emotional. I changed panties three times today. I am glad to be rid of them now. I was so wound up, I just snapped." Greg piped up. "Uh, I think I'll leave you guys for..." Caroline cut him off sharply. "Gregory Laskey, this is the last time I'll say this. You are family. You will always be included when it is family. Got that, Mister?" "Yes, Mom." Caroline was in the middle of a laugh when her face crumpled. She dove onto Greg, hugged him fiercely and sobbed. When she could talk, "I've been waiting for you to call me that. I hope that wasn't just a joke." "No, Mom. I mean it with all my heart." More hugs. More crying. Later, they were in a much lighter mood when Jim asked, "Son, did you really come three times this afternoon? Guess I sired some kind of stud, huh?" There was good natured laughter, Ted entering in. Shannon then spoke up. "Daddy, I'm afraid it's not just his sexual prowess, although I'm sure he got that from you." All laughed while Caroline beamed. "I'm afraid it's all pent up desire. He doesn't have much of a sex life right now." Ted was going to object, but Shannon hugged him close and shushed him. "Can you talk about, Son?" Jim asked. "I guess when we're all sitting here with everything on display, it's no time for any secrets, is it?" They spent the rest of the evening listening to Ted's problems, suggesting solutions, and just being supportive. - - Pygmalion Project (7/13) Week 5 (MF, mff) Week 5 Early June ----------------- Sunday As breakfast finished Sunday morning, Ted sent Sean off to play, then addressed his wife and daughters. "Kathy, I am going to tell you some things you are not going to like at all. Please do not object or start to argue. I am telling you this is the way it is going to be. Do you understand?" Kathy looked totally stunned but nodded. "From now on, girls, you are not to ask your mother for permission about where to go, what to do, who to see, or what to wear. You are to ask me. I will discuss it with your mother, but I will be the one to give you the answer. Kathy, I will be as considerate of your feelings as I can, but I will make the decisions and they will be final. Does everyone understand?" There was totally shocked silence all around, and eyes nearly popping from the girls' heads. Eventually, he got three nods. "Now, on a lighter note: I am taking the kids swimming at Greg's today. Kathy, do you want to come along?" "You can't take them there! Shannon's there and she's naked!" There were gasps from the two girls. "So what? I have already seen her twice. They are girls and shouldn't be too shocked. Sean is seven and couldn't care less. Now, we're stopping at the mall to buy you girls new swimsuits on the way." "Guess I'd better go along and help pick out the suits, then." "No! I am picking out the suits with them." "You mean you're going to watch your daughters try on suits? That's not right, it's.." "It's right if I say it is. It is not up for discussion. We'd like to have you along." "I...I dont' I don't know. If I do come, I'm certainly not going to swim." "Well, we're leaving at eleven to get the suits and have lunch at the mall. You decide." He could see the enormity of the change that had just occured in their family starting to sink in to all three of them. Kathy decided to come along, probably out of her protective instinct. At the door of the mall store, he pulled the girls aside and talked to them. "I'm going to give you an assignment here. You can pick out two-piece suits." They practically jumped all over him. "But, listen. I want you to show me what good sense you have. Choose suits you would not be ashamed to wear in front of your friends, BUT, ones that you know are not too risque. Can you do that?" They both nodded, somewhat uncertainly. "I am not even going to check out what you buy. I won't even see them until we get to Uncle Greg's. Whatever you buy, I will let you wear today, because there won't be anyone else around. If you choose well, it will help your mother trust you more. If you don't, we are all going to have a harder time." He patted them both on the butt, and turned back to Kathy and Sean. Kathy had not heard his conversation, but looked sullen and maybe a little frightened. "Aren't you going to help them shop?," she asked. "Nope!," was his only reply. "Hard to tell what kind of obscene little nothings they'll parade around in, then." "Is that what you think of your daughters? I sure don't!" She did the drowning fish look for several seconds, then flushed brightly without saying a word. When they arrived at Greg's, he had to take Kathy's arm and gently force march her toward the house. Greg and Shannon were standing side by side in the entry hall, as per prior arrangement. He was proud of the girls. They greeted Shannon with a mimimum of gawking. Thanks to years of Kathys instruction, their greetings to both were very adult and correct. Even Sean did a very nice job. If he noticed Shannon was naked, it didn't show. He immediately asked where the pool was, and stripped off the shorts he wore over his swimsuit. Kathy refused to look at Shannon and said nothing to Greg. She went straight to the patio and sat in a chair under an umbrella. Ted was even more proud of the girls when they came out in their new suits. They had chosen well. Both suits had good coverage front and rear on the bottoms. The were fairly low cut below the waist and had high cut hips that made their already coltish figures seem like all legs. Except for Caitlin, who had more definite development on top. The suit tops covered their breasts completely, but looked very fetching. Both girls came out beaming and stood in front of him waiting for approval. He made a little circle motion and they turned all the way around. He gave a big nod, and almost ran for cover as they both descended on him, hugging and squealing. Kathy gasped slightly and wore a serious scowl as they thanked their Dad. He went over and sat beside Kathy. "Aren't they beautiful?," he asked. "They're your daughters, for God's sake! You shouldn't be looking at them like that." "Who should, then, if not their father, who loves them and would never let anything hurt them." His response was angry, and he immediately got up and dove into the pool. For the next hour, he engaged in high-contact pool play with his kids, almost to spite his wife. As for the girls, they were clearly loving it, and seemed to find every possible chance for skin-to-skin with their Dad. "Greg came up and sat beside Kathy. "You make such a good-looking family, Kathy. Why don't you join them in the pool?" "No thanks. I didn't bring a suit." "That's no problem at all. I've got a whole bunch of different ones. I'll show the girls where they are. I have to leave unexpectedly for a couple of hours. Shannon is in the study doing her school work if you need anything. Go ahead, have some fun. Your kids would love it if you got in with them." She demurred, but he called for the girls to come with him for a minute. Telling them not to worry about water on the floor, he showed them the supply of suits, including those he had bought for Shannon's weigh-ins. "Do your best to get your Mom in the pool, OK. This is important. She is feeling out of the family right now. Just keep after her, OK?" They agreed and he left to invent something to keep him away for two hours. The girls went right to work on Kathy, with no effect. They went back and tried a couple more times, with the same result. On a whim, Ted sent Sean up to beg. To his complete shock, she stood and asked the girls to show her the suits. She sent the girls out and later emerged in a one piece. It covered fully, but was very form fitting and had high cut thighs and low cleavage. She kept a towel around her until she slid quickly into shoulder deep water. They all did their best to include her in the frivolity. She never loosened up very much, but she was there with them, in less clothes than she had worn in a long time. To Ted, this was a major victory. Kathy had been in the pool only a short while when Shannon brought out a try of cold drinks and salty snacks. Kathy looked like she was going to make a scene, but Ted stared her down. Shannon sat in a lounge chair and motioned Caitlin to come over. Ted was watching for this and cut off another scene by Kathy. They had a very good conversation. Caitlin asked many probing questions and Shannon answered openly. Stressing the bad choices she had made, and the consequences that followed. When Shannon saw the girl wanted to get back in the pool, she said "Caitlin, I'd like to complement you. You are a beautiful young woman. You talk to me as an adult would. You are a delight to be around. Thank you for talking with me. You are very much like Janie." "Oh, I haven't seen Janie and Terry since Easter at Gram's. Terry sure is getting hunky...uh...sorry." "That's OK! I agree completely. Maybe you can come over some Thursday when they are both here." It took a moment but she suddenly gasped and started to shout before she looked quickly at her mother and changed to a stage whisper. "How can he come here when you're naked. I mean he'll see you, and he's your son, and..." "Yes, he sees me. It was hard at first, but we love each other and he is very sweet to me. He is learning a lot about girls." "Oh boy! That's...that's wild. You know, he's lucky. I wish I had a way to learn about boys. I've never even seen a, you know, a..." "Really? Well, the curiosity must be really hard for you." "Sometimes I can hardly stand it." "Maybe I shouldn't even suggest this, but are you willing to be a little sneaky?" They put their heads together and concocted a plan, giggling all the while. As they were about to break up again, Shannon said, "Oh, I guess you probably wouldn't want to be here on Thursdays with Janie and Terry after all. They're both naked, too." She hurried into the house before the stunned girl could react. At the patio door, Shannon turned quickly and gave Ted a brief thumbs up, which he returned. All the way home, Jordan and Sean never stopped chattering, while Caitlin seemed to be sleepwalking. When her mother asked her if she felt all right she claimed tiredness from all the playing in the pool ***** Monday Once again, Greg left the house before five to be sure he was clear when Yvonne arrived. When Shannon and Julia met Yvonne at the door, she greeted them warmly. She seemed in an exceptionally upbeat mood, not at all concerned about Julia's nudity. They did the necessary planning and had supper, finishing just before 6:30. Shannon spoke to Yvonne. "Guess you had better get packed up. Greg could be back any time." "Oh, that's alright. Say, could I take you up on that hot tub invitation from a couple weeks ago." "Sure, let's go. Did you bring you own suit or should I get you one?" "No. I, uh, I thought I'd just wear suits like yours." Shannon and Julia snapped their heads around to look at Yvonne, then looked meaningfully at each other. Yvonne went in the bathroom and returned rather quickly, wrapped in one of the giant towels. The three of them shared some sporadic conversation, but mostly companionable silence. Yvonne grew noticeably more nervous as it got later, asking the time on several occasions. It was after seven when Shannon suggested, "We've been in here quite a while. We'd better get out now." "Oh, I want to stay a little longer," objected Yvonne. "This is a test, isn't it?" asked Shannon. Julia had been trying to stare Shannon down from probing. She expelled her breath rather loudly when Shannon asked the question." "A...a test?" "For Greg! A test for Greg. What do you want from him, Yvonne?" Julia's professional face, which she had just gotten restored did not crack, but flushed fiercely. "I...I don't want... She paused, stared open-mouthed at Shannon, and glanced briefly at Julia, who remained expressionless. Her face flushed, then she dropped her and murmured quietly, "I've been a real bitch, haven't I? I'm sorry! I know you guys really love Greg, but I..." At that moment, Greg's car door slammed. "Oh, God!" "Shannon said with surprising gentleness, "Honey, I hope this is what you wanted." Greg had, or course, seen Yvonne's car in the drive. The last few weeks had heightened his sensitivity to women's behavior and he almost audibly heard `Warning! Warning! Warning!' Problem was, he had no idea what the danger was, much less how to act in the face of it. Well, it was his house and he was not about to look for a hidey hole, so he headed for the patio and the tub. From the sliding door, he saw the three women, Yvonne facing him. Seeing no straps on her shoulders, he assumed she was at least topless, and he felt his pulse quicken. Getting a firm grasp on himself, he called out with a steady voice, "Hello, Yvonne! I'm glad you decided to enjoy the hot tub." As he spoke, he saw something flash across her face - fear. Yvonne could not speak, but Shannon jumped in. "C'mon and join us, Greg." "Oh, I'd like to, but I have some E-mail I have to handle right away." He walked to his study on rather unsteady legs. Had he really just turned down a chance to sit with a naked Yvonne in the hot tub? In the tub, Shannon slid over to Yvonne and took her hand. "Yvonne, I'm sorry if I was hard on you. Guess I'm really protective of Greg. Are we OK?" Yvonne did not say anything, but placed her hand on Shannon's cheek and nodded. Julia kept her neutral face, but inside, she was shaking her head that Shannon had turned around another relationship so quickly. Clearly, she was now Yvonne's teacher. Sometime later, Greg was in the study, sitting on the love seat, reading some snail mail. He had not even turned on the computer. Yvonne walked in, fully dressed, and sat down in his desk chair with a large sigh. "Greg, it is stupid for you to have to leave your house on Monday's. Please, just stay around. I'm sorry for putting you through this. I...I...I'm sorry!" "No apology needed. Yvonne, if I again do something that makes you uncomfortable, will you just tell me straight out. I promise I will stop whatever it is. Deal?" "That's fair. I didn't mean to make you jump through hoops, it's just that..." "Hey, you don't owe me an explanation. If you wanted to give me one, right now would not be the best time, OK? I'm going to test our deal right now. Where and when do you run?" "How did you know I ran?" "You have runners' calves. Very lovely runners calves." "Oh! Ah, thank you. I, ah, run at my club, usually before supper." "Oh! I guess that won't work, then. I was going to ask if I could run with you sometime. There is a great trail through the preserve not far from where you live." Showing some alarm, she asked, "How do you know where I live?" "I was just going by the phone exchange. You called from home one time." "Oh. Makes sense. Uh, Greg? Um, ah, why didn't you come in the hot tub? You didn't do E-mail without turning on your computer. You knew I was naked, didn't you?" "I was pretty sure you were at least topless." Land mines. Booby traps. Snares. Danger all over in this conversation thread. What to say? What not to say? How not to hurt her? "I'd think you would jump at the chance to see me naked?" He knew this was the critical point. He could cement or ruin any chance he had for the lovely woman with his next response. "Is my attraction to you that obvious?" Her lovely golden face blushed crimson. She stared at the floor for a long time. He thought he had cleared the minefield. "Ah, I'm flattered, really! But you didn't answer my question." He realized she was on a mission, and was not about to be sidetracked. He was back in the minefield again. But he was not looking for a sparring partner! A wife, maybe, but this was not how romance started. "Did you honestly want me to?" She stared at him expressionlessly for what seemed like minutes. He thought he detected moisture in her eyes at one point, but nothing else changed. Finally, as if the previous few exchanges had never happened, she stood up and smiled. "So, I'll see you next week when I come around?" "I'll look forward to it." ***** Later Monday evening, Greg and Julia were in bed. She lay on her back, he beside her on his side, head propped up in his hand. This had become a favorite conversational position. As they talked, he would worship her lovely breasts and she would fondle or just hold him gently. She could turn her head so they could look at each other and kiss. "She is absolutely gorgeous, you know?" "I am aware of that, for sure." "Are you angry about tonight's little drama?" "Oh, I wouldn't say angry. Alex told me a very wise thing. I asked him why he was still unattached. He said he was only interested in a whole woman. I realized tonight that Yvonne is somehow not a whole woman. I don't usually scare women - far from it. Yet, I seem to petrify her." "So you have given up on her?" "Let's just say I am no longer pursuing. There seems no chance she will take the initiative, so, I guess that is essentially giving up." "What if you could help her become whole?" "So you admit she isn't" "I didn't say that. You know I can't say that." "Julia, I am looking for a potential wife. I am not looking for another patient. I am not looking for a sparring partner." "Greg, Lover, Shannon is not a whole person, but your Alex is in love with her." "What? How can you say that?" "I'm supershrink! I just know. They will marry when Shannon reaches her goals." "Wow, Luscious, I don't think Alex knows this yet! At least, not the last time we talked." "Of course he doesn't, but that doesn't make it less true." She looked at him and puckered. He kissed her lovingly. "This wonderful interlude between us is just that - an interlude. It won't last very long, and it can't be repeated. You have been alone long enough. You deserve to have a good woman. But, Greg, dear, sometimes it takes a man to finally make a woman whole." She was silent for a while as she saw him pondering. "Right now, for example, this woman is not at all whole. Can you help?" Pondering abandoned, they made love in the special, wonderful way of two people simply sharing a priceless moment - free of expectations and long-term concerns. ***** Tuesday Ted knew this would be tough, but it was getting on his nerves. Kathy just didn't leave the house all that much. Fortunately, she had a hair appointment Tuesday morning. He arranged to be home for the morning. He was somewhat concerned about the other kids interrupting, but he hoped Caitlin remembered to lock the door after coming in. Kathy's appointment was at eight o'clock and the kids were still asleep when she left. He quietly entered Caitlin's room. He shook her shoulder gently and told her her mother was gone and he was going in later. As an aftertought he added that he was going to shave and take a shower. Only his nervousness kept him from laughing at the way her eyes popped wide open after a sleepy delay. In the master bath, he masturbated, the tension causing him to come very quickly. In the shower, he washed, then managed to bring himself off again. He thought he should be safe from an erection, now. Maybe! Making sure everything was ready, he toweled off with the shower still running. When he turned it off, he made as if drying his hair, with the towel hanging down over his face. Then he waited. Was this all for naught? Did she chicken out? Then came the soft knocking, then "Daddy?" He called out, "Wait, Honey!," and listened carefully. There was the click. Then another. Locked. His heart thumped. The skin of his scrotum crawled. He waited until he thought he heard three steps. He hummed a little tune unsteadily and ignored a stifled gasp. He stood still, rubbing and humming for a few seconds, then slowly strolled from the shower area toward the open arch to the main bedroom. About halfway, he raised his head, saw his daughter, and gasped "Caitlin!" He dropped the towel in front of his crotch and stood stock still. "S..s..sorry, Daddy! I thought you said 'OK.'" He saw her staring at the towel with a look of huge disappointment. "Sweetie, you've never seen a penis before, have you?" "N..n..no, D..Daddy. Wh...where w..would I ever? I mean, except for Sean." Even Kathy could not guarantee total modesty in a seven-year-old boy. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to let you look a little more. Would you like that?" "Ohhh, please!" He dropped the towel and stood perfectly still. "Tell you what, Sweetie. I have to shave and get ready. I'll leave my clothes off and we can talk about it, OK?" She just nodded. He tried to do everything in slow motion to give her the maximum possible exposure. He angled slightly toward her as he methodically got ready to shave. She got down on her knees practically right underneath him. He was afraid he would feel her breath and loose control. "You haven't said anything, Sweetie. Are you upset? Do you have any questions?" "It...it's bigger than I thought." "It probably seems big compared to Sean's." He finished shaving in silence. "Um, it seems to be kinda moving around." "I does that because I am nervous with you looking at it." "Oh, sorry, Daddy, maybe I'd better go". She stood up. "I'm OK, Sweetie. You can stay longer if you want to." She promptly got back down on her knees. "Do you know what the different parts are?" She shook her head, so he gave her a very close-up review of male genital anatomy. After he put on deordorant and body powder, all under her wide-eyed scrutiny he almost reluctantly pulled on his jockeys. He was going to put on shorts and shirt, but instead took her hand, led her to the big chair in the corner, and pulled her into his lap. The cuddled sweetly and talked about lots of sex topics, especially the big 'E' question, until they heard the sounds of the other kids rising. Surprising himself, he followed her to the kitchen in just his jockeys. He was mentally wiped out, and tired from his two orgasms, but his heart was full. He felt he had forged an incredibly close bond with his eldest, one he hoped would hold up through the tough times ahead. When Jordan came into the kitchen, she stared straight at his package. He wondered how long before he had to rerun this little act with his second. She seemed to be developing faster than Caitlin had, and he may have waited too long with both of them. ***** At dinner, Caitlin asked, "Daddy, Aunt Shannon said Janie and Terry will be at Greg's on Thursday, and invited me to come out and see them. Can I go?" The other two chimed in demanding to go also, and he saw a look of mixed panic and disappointment cross Caitlin's face. Ted was afraid Kathy was actually going to choke. She grabbed him by the hand and dragged him into the next room, where she hissed at him. "You mean that boy is there seeing his mother naked? No way can our daughter go there. I won't allow it!" If she only knew, he thought. "Kathy, I'm sorry, it is not your decision. I appreciate your concern, but Terry is a fine young man who has not been damaged at all by the exposure. I am going to let her go." She looked stricken and rushed off up the stairs. Back in the kitchen, he told the expectant trio, "Kids, this time, just Caitlin is going to go." The smile could almost cause sunburn. After dinner, she literally could not stay still for even ten seconds. Kathy came down after about fifteen minutes and looked strangely at her eldest several times. Just before dusk, he suggested, "Caitlin, I need to get gas before morning. Want to ride along?" He made sure she saw his demaning expression. In the car, he said to her, "Sweetie, you have to control yourself somehow or your mother will get suspicious." "Suspicious of what?" "Caitlin, I know. This was all set up." "You mean...about Terry...that he's...I mean." "I know that Janie and Terry spend the day and night naked with their mother." "Do you think he will...will I get to see...you know..." "Will you get to see him naked, you mean? Probably all day. It is Terry's choice, of course, but Aunt Shannon is sure he will be naked for you." "Oooohhhh. Um, ah, will I , you know, have to, um..." "Sweetie, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do. When it comes to sex, that is always the rule. Remember, it's always your choice. Never do anything just to please someone else, and never do it unless you enjoy it." "What if, I mean, uh, I..." "You can go naked if you want to. Baby, the same goes for touching. If, and only if you want to." "Daddy, I don't understand. Before, we had to wear robes in our own house. Now... Why are you letting me do this. Aren't you afraid something bad could happen?" "Caitlin, this is very important. We, and I include myself, have been wrong about some things we have done raising you. I went along with your mother too much. You are at a very dangerous age. You know yourself that there are a lot of pressures from kids to do things that are dangerous for you, including sex. I want you to learn enough about sex so you don't fall into any of these traps. I want you to learn with people who care about you. People who will not let anything bad happen to you. I want your learning to be exciting, safe, and fun. I want you to learn to love sex. Your mother never learned that, and that is a big part of the problems we are having now. Your Grams and Pops were wonderful parents, but they made some mistakes with us in terms of sex. They know that know, and are trying to make things better. They know all about what is happening at Uncle Greg's. We made some of the same mistakes, and I am trying to make things better. Do you understand a little more?" Caitlin teared up. "You are the most awesome Dad ever!" She sniffled without speaking for a while. Suddenly, "DAD!! Did you set me up this morning?" "Smarty! Are you angry?" "No, but.." "Don't you think it was more fun that way?" With a giggle, she said, "I guess so. I was so excited I could hardly stand it." "Like now, you mean." More giggles. "Now that you know, you will be able to help me set up Jordan someday." "But she's not old enough, is she?" "Oh, I don't know. She has her period. She has nice breasts starting. Her hips are growing. And I'll bet she has some pubic hair, doesn't she?" "I don't...yeah, she does. Quite a lot, actually. You mean you really didn't know?" Ashamedly, he admitted, "No, your mother has kept you girls very tightly protected." "Yeah, don't I know it. Thank you for letting us out of prison." Suddenly, she giggled almost uncontrollably. "Daddy, I wish you could see me Thursday!" "I do too, beautiful, I do too. I'll get my chance." "I'll make sure of it! " Many more giggles. "Caitlin, we have to have a long talk about father-daughter relations. Some other time." "Can I sit in your lap for it?" "Absolutely! Now, can you act at least half normal until Thursday?" "I'll try, Dad." ***** Greg had arranged to pick up Caitlin on the way up from their usual rendezvous. When she skipped out of the house, he was surprised not to see her hair sticking straight out, the barely contained energy was that palpable. She got into the back seat behind Terry. Janie gave her a big hug. Terry turned way around and greeted her. Greg was watching as Caitlin threw the all-time blush. He just refrained from laughing as he greeted her. Caitlin could have pedaled the car all the way with the energy she expended squirming and turning. Janie asked her what she had in her bag. When she replied "A book and a toothbrush," they both squealed and hugged again. Greg glanced over and saw Terry's eyes widen and his nostrils flair. "I told my mom I could use one of Uncle Greg's suits, and he had lots of T-shirts. Caitlin didn't relax any at the house, as she almost bounced off the walls heading to the bedroom Greg directed the girls to. His master suite was across the hall, and he went in to use the bathroom. When he came out, he almost ran into the two naked girls. Caitlin was momentarily shy and started to cover herself, then instead smirked at him, did a little sideways, arms out dancer's skip, and giggled after her cousin. He thougt 'some day, some luck guy.' At the patio door, Caitlin's adrenalin ran out and she had an attack of nerves. A week ago she would not go swimming because her mother had bought her a one-piece suit WITH A SKIRT! Now, she was going to swim naked with her hunky cousin. Her gratitude toward her Dad almost made her cry. Now subdued, she walked out onto the patio, and there he was, facing away from her. She stopped dead and stared, mouth open. Sure, she had seen her dad, but this was somehow different. Those shoulders! None of the boys in her class had them like that. His butt was so cute it made her shiver. She could see the muscles of his legs stretched as he stood. She barely heard Janie call his name, and then he turned. And his...his thing. She just stood and gawked. Not as big as her dad's, lighter in color, and with less hair around it. She almost jumped when he spoke. "Caitlin, you are really beautiful! I'm so glad you came today, and I'm really glad you decided not to wear a suit. I wouldn't want to miss an inch of you." She still hadn't even breathed since he turned around. Janie grabbed her arm and whispered into her ear, "Look! Look how glad he is you're not wearing a suit. As she stared his thing got longer and longer and started to raise up. It finally stopped growing when it was pointing up at a steep angle. It was starting to look a little blurry and... "Caitlin! Caitlin! Breathe! Come on, breathe!" She let out her breath explosively and gasped several times as Janie supported her. Terry moved quickly to her other side and put his arm around her. Feeling his touch, she shivered and almost hyperventilated. Eventually, she was calm and almost steady. She looked at both her cousins. "I don't know how to thank you guys for today. This is so wonderful. I never dreamed I could do anything like this." They all got in the pool for some serious extra-high-contact play. All day long, she was hardly out of sight of, and later, hardly out of contact with Terry's cock. One thing that at first frightened her was how much she enjoyed the many close contacts with Janie's body. The day was an incredible sex-ed seminar. They all had several orgasms at each of the others' hands. As Greg was cleaning up after lunch, he suddenly heard the strains of a Beethoven piano concerto. He wondered who had put the CD on, and why they had chosen that music. Wait! He didn't have any Beethoven. He walked quickly to the parlor. His decorator had insisted that a house like this absolutely needed a baby grand. He didn't play a lick, but she was the pro, so.. The techie in him had held out for a digital, but he certainly could not tell the difference. There at his previously unused trophy sat a naked vision, hands flying and breasts bouncing as she made his home sound like a concert hall. He was still motionless when she finished and said, "Gee, Uncle Greg, this is a neat piano. Sometime I want to try out all the buttons and settings." By now, Shannon, Terry, and Janie had all gathered round. "Caitlin, Honey, I'm afraid you can't come back here any more.." He heard Janie gasp. "..unless you promise to play for me every time." Janie let out a big sigh. Caitlin grinned at him and told him, "You're terrible. You shouldn't tease me like that. If I couldn't come back I would just die. This is the very best day of my life. I'll play for you any time." "Oh, but you have to do it naked!" "Pervert!" She stuck her tongue out at him, and everyone laughed. In late afternoon, exhaustion caught up with her and she lost consciousness on a lounge chair. A naked Greg woke her, and she was delighted with the sight of yet another cock. Greg had stripped earlier than the now-traditional late-evening hot tub. Ted had requested it for his daughter. They ate sitting in lounge chairs, and she spent the meal looking from one cock to the other. After dinner, she watched in total fascination as Terry and his mother worked out together on the weight machines. She was afforded several different views of both their genitals. She moved around the machines eagerly for the best angles. They, knowing what she was doing, were as accomodating as possible. They exaggerated the exposure in various positions. Each rested while the other was working out so she wouldn't miss anything. And they talked constantly to her, explaining what they were doing, answering questions. When they were finished working out, Terry asked her if she would like a massage. She didn't know anything about it, but if it meant his hands all over her, she was all for it. Twenty minutes later she felt spineless and was tingling all over. How could each new experience keep getting better? In the hot tub before bed, Greg and Terry were sitting side by side. Janie brought Caitlin over to kneel between them, facing them, and put one hand on each cock, telling her to feel the differences. She gave Greg a questioning look, and he nodded and told her she could do anything she wanted to. Again, he honored Ted's rather surprising request. She was fascinated, or course. She stroked both shafts for a while, then alternated back and forth with both hands. Making a decision, she got serious with Greg while Janie slipped in to take care of her brother. Barely able to dry herself, she staggered after Janie to bed. Lying in bed facing each other, she had a thought and asked Janie "Where is Terry sleeping? Are there more bedrooms downstairs?" "There are, but he is sleeping with Mom." "You're kidding!" "Hey, they aren't doing it or anything. Mom just loves to have us close and cuddling, and we like it too. Usually, we both sleep with her when we are here." Caitlin's last comment before drifing off was "Wow! I'd sure like to sleep cuddled up naked to my Dad." On the trip back the next morning, Greg asked Caitlin to ride all the way down to the rendezvous and back. She, of course was delighted. Getting in the Jeep, she paused, then asked "Uncle Greg, who you mind terribly if we all sat in the back seat together?" He felt somewhat like a chaffeur all the way down, but was delighted that the kids felt so free to talk and horse around with him present. They weren't disruptive, just very happy kids. Carloline beamed when she saw the seating arrangement, and especially at the warm farewells. Caitlin got into the front seat immediately when they headed back, but was very quiet, and hardly looked at Greg. "Catilin, Honey, when two people share something intimate, as we did, it should bring them closer to each other. It should not make them embarrassed around each other." "It's just...I don't know...it's all so new, and...it's wonderful, really." "Well, I asked you to ride along because I need to talk to you about some very serious things." She looked at him rather fearfully. "How bad would you feel if your parents divorced?" She sucked in her breath sharply. "Oh no! Are they really going to. Daddy said he was going to try not to, and I don't think Mom would start it. A lot of the kids at school have divorced parents, and it seems like a real mess." "What if you had to live with your mother afterward?" "Oh, that would be terrible! After these last few days, I just couldn't stand that!" "Most times, the courts award custody to the mother. I know your Dad would try very hard, but your mother really hasn't done the kind of things that would make the court give your Dad custody." Tearfully, "Ooooh. So, you really think they're going to? Since Daddy took over with us girls, things have been so much better. It has been the best week of my life! Why does it have to end?" A lot more tears. "It has been better for you, but harder on your Dad. He has not had much of a married life, lately." "You mean no, um, ah, sex? We kinda wondered about that. It doesn't seem like they have any fun togther anymore, either." "Your Dad has never, ever, had a day with your mother like you had yesterday with Terry. Not even on their honeymoon. Your Dad loves you so much, he will probably stick it out for you kids. He would give up twelve or fifteen years of his life with no married happiness to protect you." "He would do that for us, wouldn't he? That's just not fair, Uncle Greg!" "Sometimes, life really isn't, Honey, but it's the life we're given. Sometimes, though, we can really change it. Just look at your Aunt Shannon." "Mom is the one who has to change, you know. I think Daddy is really trying, but she has all these ideas and fears." "Do you love your Mom?" "I...I... Ohhhh, I know I'm supposed to, and I want to. I was jealous of Janie and her Mom yesterday. They hug and they giggle and she sits on her Mom's lap and..." Tears prevented more words. "See, you want that with your Mom, and your Dad wants what Gram and Pops have with his wife. Are you and Jordan willing to do some hard things to try to change you Mom?" "If it will keep from divorce, I'll do anything. I know Jordan will, too." "Well, Honey, we're going to have to change her with love." "But? Oh. You want us all to make her feel loved and hope she responds and changes, right." "Boy, all circuits are functional up there, for sure!" He playfully tapped a finger on her head and got a tear-stained smile in return. "You girls need to start going out of your way to show love to your mother, even if you don't feel like it. Even avoid things that make your Dad intervene. Spend time with her. Show her things. Sit close to her. Hug. Joke and giggle, even if she won't. Think you can do that?" "Will I have to stop coming to your house?" There was a look of absolute devastation on her face. "No, honey, your Dad thinks what your are learning is just too important." Her held breath was expelled almost explosively. "Here, we're almost to your house. Let's stop at this McDonalds to let you put your face back together. If your mother knew you were crying, it would not be a good start, would it. Can you talk to Jordan?" "Oh, yeah, she'll understand. She's notices more bad stuff between Mom and Dad than I do." "Good. I don't know if this is going to work, but we all want to give it a try." "All?" "Your Dad's whole family knows what is happening. I consider myself his brother. We all want to help and support him any way we can." "That's cool! Uncle Greg, thank you so much for the most wonderful day of my life!" "And thank you for the gift." "Gift? I didn't..." "Caitlin, your are an incredibly talented, beautiful, and sexy woman. Letting me see your body naked was a priceless gift." Her face went through shock, fierce blushing, then an angelic smile. She reached across the console, grabbed his face with both hands, and kissed him firmly on the lips. ***** Saturday Frank was gone for the entire weekend, so Julia had stayed on. She asked Greg if she could join the family gathering that evening. She really wanted to talk about several issues and she was anxious to meet Ted. Greg called and got the OK from the others, and just left it at that. Generally a very thorough and detailed person, this time his lack of precise communication led to a rather humorous incident. Caroline, Jim, and Ted were all waiting in the kitchen, fully clothed. They had assumed the presence of an outsider would eliminate the nudity. Shannon and Julia, naked, walked through the door chatting, and stopped dead in mid-stride. Shannon immediately burst out laughing. Julia was at first embarrassed, but soon joined in the laughter. Jim and Ted were transfixed at the sight of the voluptuous redhead. Julia recovered and addressed them. "I'm sorry if I caused embarrassment. I understood this was a nude gathering. Since I have been spending a lot of time here nude lately, I just came as I was. Would you be more comfortable if I dressed?" Greg walked in at that moment, naked. He quickly picked up on what had happened, but before he could speak, Caroline jumped in. "Oh, my no! We're sorry for the confusion. Come on, guys, pants off!" She began disrobing on the spot, hardly able to contain her glee at her men's discomfort with the new naked woman. "Caroline, doesn't it bother you that your husband will be looking at another woman's body?" "Oh,I'm happy he has this treat. You are very beautiful. I'm sure HE will bother me greatly later tonight." Shannon and Greg literally had to support each other, they were laughing so hard. Jim went through the entire red side of the spectrum, but did get undressed. When the laughter subsided, he was able to joke, "Did anyone see where my wife disappeared to? And can someone please call security and have this impostor removed?" At this, everyone but Ted shared a hearty laugh. He, at first, continued to stare at Julia, then as he undressed, he wore a look of profound sadness. It was Shannon who saw Ted's detachment and put on arm around him. They all went to the pool, and then had dinner. As had become her custom, Julia assumed her role once they were all in the hot tub. She started by telling the whole story of her interlude with Greg. After the initial shock, all were supportive and happy for Greg. Next, she recounted in glowing terms the unbelievable progress Shannon had made. She told them she wasn't sure Shannon even needed the plan anymore. "You aren't going to make me get dressed, are you?" The all, even Ted, roared at that. "Really, though, I do need the plan. I need to complete something significant for once in my life. I need to reach my plan goals. I still need the security of Greg's place and the rules and everything. Thank you for the complement, Julia, but I don't want to change anything right now." "Ted, you haven't been able to enter into the frivolity tonight, have you?" "I don't mean to be a wet blanket. I'm just swimming a little in the self-pity pool." "Tell us more." "Shannon, Mom, and now you are the only live naked females I have seen in months. The sight is exciting - wonderful. Yet it reminds me I am denied the sight of my own wife's body. Something I should be able to enjoy all the time." That lament keyed a long session of intense questioning from Julia. The others all chimed in with opinions and observations when they could. - - Pygmalion Project (8/13) Week 6,7 (Mff, MF) Week 6 Mid June ---------------- Sunday Ted's family arrived at Greg's that Sunday, without Kathy. She had left that morning for her parents' home, about a four hour drive away. Ted was concerned about the impact of this trip. Evelyn, Kathy's mother, was the source and reinforcement for many of her phobias and her Victorian ideas. He knew her return could not bring an easing of the conflict. He spent a long time with Julia that afternoon. Fortunately, the children were completely absorbed with the pool. Later at home, he had seen the children to bed and was retiring himself. Leaving the bathroom after his shower, he went to the drawer for his usual boxers and T-shirt, but stopped short. Instead, he went straight to bed naked. The increased contact of the sheets with his skin was strange at first, but in no way unpleasant. Concerns about the effects of Kathy's trip delayed his sleep a surprisingly short time. Monday Sometime in the night he woke with a start to find a naked body sleeping soundly against his right side. Caitlin! He quelled his initial instinct to take her back to her room and just enjoyed the smooth warmth of her legs touching his and the gentle pressure of the hand laying on his arm. He loved his kids so much! Sharing in Caitlin's discoveries of the last week had made him feel more like a father than anything he had done in years. He had been a weak fool. He had so much to make up for, but, by God, he would. He slipped his arm under and around his sleeping daughter, pulling her to his side with her head on his shoulder and one breast pressing into his chest. He made three or four gentle strokes on her silky bottom before he drifted off. In the pale light of pre-dawn, he awoke once more, this time stunned to find another naked body plastered to his other side. Jordan! How? This was definitely an unplanned complication. Speaking of complications, he had morning wood! He could not let the girls see or feel that! For a time he panicked. Then, he very slowly extricated himself from their gentle grasp, somehow failing to waken either of them. After relieving himself, his first impulse was to crawl right back into that wonderful place between his two angels. He could not let himself, however. It was just too far beyond his experience. He did not know how to evaluate its rightness or wrongness. Instead, he sat for a long time in the chair, watching his lovelies sleep and thinking long and hard about his married life. As dawn finally triumphed, he put on some boxers, went to the kitchen, brewed a pot of coffee, and read the morning paper. Giving the girls plenty of time for more rest, he fixed a light breakfast and put it all on a tray. On his way to his room, he stopped and got out a panty and T-shirt for each girl, then took it all into the room. Placing the tray on the dresser, he leaned over first Caitlin, then Jordan, kissing them and gently waking them. "Good morning, Sweeties! How about we all have breakfast in bed together?" Both girls started to react enthusiastically, then, remembering their nudity, huddled wide-eyed deeper under the covers. "Here are some things for you to put on. You can use my bathroom, and I'll be back in a few minutes, OK?" He went to the common bathroom and showered, taking time to get himself off in the process. He had no carnal intentions, but was well aware of the effect his daughters' bodies had on him. Also, he wondered if a male anatomy session with Jordan might not be necessary. Just thinking about it aroused him again, and he took a considerably longer time to bring himself to a second climax. At the door of his room, he knocked quietly. Two voices called out for him to come in. He should not have been shocked to see the covers thrown way back and his two daughters sitting there naked. They both sat with hands demurely clasped in their laps, developing breasts proudly exposed, and faces flushed crimson. Swallowing hard and thankful for his currently exhausted prostate, he finally was able to speak. "Uh, girls, uh, I thought you were going to get dressed while I was gone." "Oh, Daddy! I've wanted to give you this gift and this is a perfect time." "But, Jordan..." "Me, too, Daddy! I know Caitlin has been learning things, and I want to, too. Please, Daddy, say it's OK. I don't mind you looking at me. I kinda like it!" His second was even better at getting her way from him than the eldest. Truth be told, he was never good at denying anything to either of them. One side of him was screaming loudly to leave the room and stop this. The other side won. Slumping his shoulders and expelling his breath, he capitulated. As we walked to the buffet to get the tray, Caitlin spoke up again. "Uh, Daddy, um, do you remember when you taught me about your parts? Well, Jordan would really like to learn, too." Stopped cold once again, the voice screamed even louder to stop this. "Jordan, Punkin, are you sure?" "Oh, yes, Daddy! I've been dying to find out. Please, Daddy, this might be the only chance with Mom gone and everything." He had known this day was coming. He knew it when he set up Caitlin. He did not know it would be so soon. Jordan was nearly even with Caitlin in development, though. She was actually a bit heavier, more muscular, with broader shoulders and larger thighs. Her breasts were only slightly smaller. The two girls' coloring was quite different. Caitlin had the Randolph medium brown hair, while Jordan wore her mother's dark brunette, almost black. Jordan's skin pigment was a little more olive, also. He admitted to himself that his dual relief jobs in the shower were in anticipation of just this possibility. Turning to face the girls, he removed the boxers and stood motionless for a moment. Then he walked over and switched on the bedside lamp and stood close to the bed. Both girls crawled quickly over to him. Caitlin began telling her sister all about her father's privates, doing a great job and getting it mostly right. Ted interrupted to correct or answer questions only a few times. Jordan, in contrast to her sister's earlier encounter, was very composed. After several minutes, she asked the question he had hoped he wouldn't have to field. "Daddy, is it OK if I touch it?" "Punkin, I'm sorry, but I think we had better stay with the `look but don't touch' rule." She accepted this cheerfully. He got the tray, sat cross-legged against the headboard with the tray in front of them, and started spreading the bagels. The girls sat facing him, also cross-legged. He could tell the food was definitely secondary to their interest in his lap. As they ate and talked, they all relaxed, and he felt a connection with the girls that he had never even imagined. It reminded him of Saturday nights with his parents and family, and he luxuriated in the closeness. He knew it, but forgot about it in the glow. Kids will always keep you off balance. Caitlin asked him, "Daddy, how come your, uh, your, uh penis stays soft? I mean, Terry's gets..." She gasped, covered her open mouth in shock and glanced quickly at her sister, realizing her gaff. "Terry's!? What do you mean Terry's? When did you get to see Terry's, uh, thing?" Her shocked expression changed to comprehension. "Uncle Greg's! You saw Terry's thing when you went to Uncle Greg's didn't you? Oh, Daddy! Can I please go this time? Please!?" "Yes, Punkin, you can go." The girls leaped at each other, hugged, and squealed. Almost simultaneously they realized their nakedness, stopped dead for a moment, then resumed hugging and squealing. Ted quickly got off the bed before he became the hug target. "Girls, I bet we just woke up Sean. Let's all get some clothes on, quickly. I do have to go to the office some time this morning." Thursday On the drive from Ted's house to his own, Greg noticed how different Jordan's behavior was from her sister's a week earlier. She was obviously happy and excited, but she was composed rather than jittery. Her first naked encounter with Terry was also different. She stood calmly, stared openly, and greeted her cousin without a stutter. They had hardly exchanged greetings when she said, "Terry, Caitlin said you would let me touch your thing. Can I?" To Terry's credit, he maintained his composure, took his younger cousin's hand, and led them all over to the lounge chairs. For the next while, he was the willing subject of the girl's investigation. Caitlin finished her lunch quickly and went to the piano. The rest of them gathered around while she performed a small concert. Everyone thanked her and complemented her warmly. Jordan came up to Greg and asked him, "Uncle Greg, is it OK if I use the diving board?" He gave his permission, then walked out to the pool to make she didn't do anything unsafe. He needn't have been concerned. Jordan walked confidently to the end of the board and bounced several times to test the spring. Then, without seeming to even flex her legs, she bounced upward, arced over, and knifed into the water, leaving only the tiniest splash. Greg leaped to his feet in astonishment. Jordan saw him standing slack-jawed and grinned as she trotted back to the board. She performed several more beautiful dives, including flips and twists. Greg had finally sat down in a deck chair, and motioned Jordan to come over. As she approached, he could not help noticing how unconcerned she was with her nakedness. "Jordan, Honey, why didn't you do that on Sunday?" "Oh, Mom doesn't want me diving any more. Besides, my suit might come off and Mom would really be upset. I don't have to worry about my suit today." She giggled. He was about to question her further when he decided this was for Ted to work out. As the kids went back to their play, he grabbed a phone and called Ted at work. Ted was completely surprised when told of his daughter's talent. Julia was staying the night and arrived just before supper time. Greg told her about what he had done for Caitlin the previous week and had been asked to do again for Jordan. She expressed concern about his legal vulnerability, but then giggled and said it was something she didn't want to miss. Ted's girls were in awe of the statuesque naked redhead when introduced to her, but she soon turned them into best buddies. Later in the hot tub, she was right there encouraging Jordan as she worked on Greg. Even later in bed, she showed him how the experts do it. ***** Ted had already put Sean to bed when the girls arrived home. His young son was exhausted from a day at the home of a co-worker with twin seven-year-olds. For the first half hour, he just smiled and nodded as the girls gushed about their day. He gave them a snack, then told Caitlin to get to bed, and that he had to talk to Jordan for a while. "Daddy, can I just go right to your bed?" He should have expected this, and was about to refuse, but the feeling of closeness from this morning was still with him. He wanted it! He told her it was OK, and she fairly flew up the stairs. When Caitlin was gone, he pulled Jordan onto his lap in the big chair and hugged her close. "Punkin, Uncle Greg says you're a terrific diver. Where did you learn that?" She told how the phys ed instructor at school had seen her diving in swim class, and had arranged for some extra sessions for her. "Are you still doing the extra practice?" "Oh, no. Not since Mom found out. She saw divers on TV and said the suits weren't proper. She made me stop." "Did you want to keep practicing?" "Oh, yes! I really like it." Tears coursed down Ted's cheeks when he heard this. He was unable to speak for quite a while. Finally, he said "Punkin, I am so sorry! I didn't know, but I should have. Why didn't you tell me?" "Mom told me not to bother you about it, and I didn't want to get her angry." "Well, we are going to get you diving again right away. Always talk to me from now on, no matter what Mom says, OK?" "Thanks, Dad, I will. Um, Amy's softball team needs another player. Mom wouldn't let me sign up before. Do you think I could play the rest of the games?" If his daughter had not been curled up in his lap, he would have been kicking in doors and smashing pottery. He was furious with Kathy for her manipulation, and furious with himself for being manipulated. It took him several minutes to cool down. "Punkin, would you like to all sleep together again?" This sent Jordan scurrying up the steps. It was early, but he needed to talk to the girls some more. He also hoped the chance to snuggle with Dad would atone for some of his years of stupidity. Once they were all undressed and in bed, he pulled both girls tight to him and poured out his heart. He talked to them as adults, telling him of the lack of intimacy his marriage. He assured them he still loved their mother and wanted a normal marriage. He assured them he would never again let her control them as she had. He also warned them that a divorce might be the only answer. His chest was watered by tears from all three of them. As he held them, he tried to remember the last time he had felt Kathy's skin against him. As they all drifted into sleep, the close contact of their naked bodies was loving and intimate, but not arousing. Friday Ted called in and arranged for the whole day off. First, he called a divorce lawyer and arranged for an early afternoon appointment. Then, through a long series of calls, he tracked down Jordan's phys ed instructor. Several more calls reached a diving instructor, who agreed to take Jordan on. It took only a few more calls to get her in as a roster replacement on a softball team. At the lawyer's office, they discussed the best choice of grounds, and he instructed the attorney to draw up all the papers ready for service upon his instructions. After the attorney, he hurried home to take Jordan to her first practice with her new team. Watching her play, he again became angry. She was a natural athlete, and Kathy would have denied her any chance to compete. Week 7 Late June ---------------- Saturday Greg had no trouble picking Laura out in the small crowd standing at the curb. It still seemed discourteous to him not to meet her in the terminal, but since he could no longer go down the concourse, and since she had only a carry-on bag, she had been able to convince him. Using their cell phones, they had been able to get the timing just right. It was late Saturday morning, and the airport traffic was light. She could only stay for one night, but with Rick's perks, she was used to these short trips. One thing he would not do, though, was simply pull up and let her into the car. He jumped out to give her a big hug before opening the passenger door for her. He took her bag and tossed it onto the back seat. In the few brief moments of the hug, he reflected how different each woman felt in his arms. The overwhelming impression he had of Laura was 'healthy.' She was certainly an attractive woman, with a nicely-featured, intelligent face. Her figure was that of an athlete, substantial in the shoulders, hips, and thighs, but certainly not heavy. She wore an above-the-knee denim skirt, sandals, and a golf shirt, and she definitely stood out. He thought she would probably look great without....Damn! What was wrong with him? Had he just seen too much naked female flesh? Was that all he could think of now? As with the whole family, Laura had always treated him very well. She had not looked down on him as a bratty kid, even when he probably deserved it. For his part, he had joined the family at most of her volleyball and soccer matches. At 5'8', she was neither the perfect spiker nor setter, but did everything well enough that she was never rotated out. In soccer, she did not possess blinding speed, but her defensive zone was impenetrable. He could still remember the trail of fallen opponents she tended to leave behind. Typical of many first children, she was an over-achiever, barely missing valedictorian honors, and having her choice of several academic scholarship offers. As they drove, she questioned him about Shannon's plan with the same kind of skepticism shown by everyone before they actually met her. He went over in detail her diet and workout schedule and her weight loss progress. He described the GED program and how far along she was. Deciding she deserved the same courtesy he had shown Ted, he told her about the nudity. "Laura, one very important and very effective part of Shannon's plan is that she has been naked since she came to my place." "You're kidding, right?" "Dead serious. It was not my idea, and, as you can imagine, it has been traumatic at times. You cannot believe the changes that have occurred, though, and we all believe the nudity has been a key." He spent a little time explaining the re-birthing concept. "But haven't Mom and Dad been to visit her. How would Dad ever do that? Even Mom must have had a terrible time with that." "You don't know the half of it." He told her of the Saturday night naked get-togethers and how they came about. He was completely surprised when she broke into all-out laughter. When she calmed down enough to notice his puzzlement, she told him, "Try not to get us into an accident, but look." She pulled her skirt above her waist on the side toward him, and pulled the side of her panties down, exposing her hip and the top of her thigh. "What do you see?" "A very sexy, nicely tanned hip. Why?" "Thanks, but look again. No tan line! And I did not get this all-over tan by myself in the back yard." "You mean?" "Rick and I have been having skinny dipping pool parties with friends for years. We have vacationed at some nude beaches and enjoyed it immensely." "But, how? I mean, your family is so modest and proper!" "You know, Greg, I think the oldest child is always rebelling and pushing at restrictions. I really didn't do anything against Mom and Dad while I lived there - I loved them too much. When I met Rick, he definitely had the California beach attitude toward exposure. I was very, very reluctant at first, but it was a harmless form of breaking away from my parents' values, and I came to enjoy it very much. Mom and Dad naked! This I have got to see!" "And Ted, too. Once he saw Shannon, he had to join the family gathering. Your mother, by the way, is now a borderline exhibitionist. She has even shaved her pussy in support of Shannon. I don't know if you knew, but Shannon had her hair permanently removed." "Greg, do you know how unbelievable this conversation is to me. I am amazed. Excited, too. And you think Shannon is on the way to changing for good?" "Yes, I do, and so does Julia, my psychiatrist friend. Not all is so rosy, though. Ted's marriage is in deep trouble." He went on to explain that whole situation. "I am so glad I decided to come out. This is going to be a landmark family gathering, for sure. I am just sorry Rick couldn't join me. Are you going to be there tonight?" "Caroline has forbidden me to miss any of the family sessions." "Good! I want to get a good look at all my men!" He blushed furiously at that, but continued filling her in on all that had happened. He decided not to leave anything out. She alternated between shock, tears, and gleeful laughter as he related the various incidents. He told her of Shannon's thirst for affection and for sexual play. "Laura, some of what I have told you is very private, but I think it will help you to know exactly what you are stepping into." "I appreciate that, and I promise to be discrete about what I know. I don't know how to thank you for what you have done for Shannon - for our whole family, in fact." "If I can give anything back for all your family has given me, it won't make a dent in what I really owe." When they pulled up to his house, she stepped from the car and casually stripped off her clothes, laying them on the front seat. Seeing his surprised expression, she said "If this is the way the family supports Shannon, I'm not going to be the one to break with tradition. We may not have been the closest of sisters, but I have still ached for her all these bad years." She turned toward him and spread her arms. "Well, what do you think?" "Wow!" was all he could get out, and that seemed enough for her. What he thought was that if she had a sword and a helmet, she would make a perfect Amazon. Shannon had been overjoyed when Laura decided to visit. In some ways, Laura was the hardest of the family to meet this way because of the age difference. She had always respected, and later envied Laura, and Laura's approval was very important to her. She was apprehensive as she waited in the family room. The last phone conversation had not been as warm as she would have liked. When she heard the front door and turned to see her sister walking naked toward her, she reacted instantly. She sprinted up the hall and engulfed the taller Laura in a fierce hug. As they hugged, she kept up a constant babble: "Oh, Sis, I'm so happy you're here. Thank you for coming. I'm so glad you understand..." and on and on. When she stopped for breath and pulled away, she took both of Laura's hands and spoke more gently, "Laura, I have so much to apologize for, I don't even know where to start. Can you ever forgive me?" "Let's not even think about the bad stuff, OK? We've got to make up for a lot of good sister things we've missed, so let's get started." With that, they headed for the pool, arms around each other. At the patio door, Shannon turned and said to Greg, "Hey, Greg, you're out of uniform. Get with it!" Shrugging and shaking his head, he went to his room and undressed, then set about fixing lunch. When Greg called the women for lunch, Laura gave him a good once-over and said, "You look great, Greg. I'm glad to see you've kept up the workouts." "That reminds me," Shannon interjected, "I haven't done mine yet today. Will you keep me company, Sis?" "I'd be glad to. I want to see what's getting you all these great results." "Oh, and I want you to see my 'before' pictures, too. They almost make me sick, but I want you to know where I've come from." Greg mostly listened during lunchtime, enjoying the interplay of the two siblings just reunited. He wondered at the kind of love that could instantly wipe out years of bad treatment and resume a relationship as if it had never been broken. The two were not that physically alike. Laura obviously favored her father, and he thought she was a model for what Jordan would look like in twenty some years. Shannon had Caroline's more slender frame, although she was shorter. They both had the same active minds, though, and the stamp of a solid, loving family upbringing was evident in both. After lunch, Shannon showed Laura the pictures and demonstrated her GED work. After an hour or so of chatting, they headed off to the gym. Laura was greatly impressed with Greg's setup. Shannon, feeling puckish, lead Laura right to the leg spread machine. As Laura started to place her legs in position, she stopped. "OhMyGod! I can't do this naked! I feel like I'm in a porno pic!" "Hey, you've got that furry fig leaf to hide you at least a little. Just think how I feel!" Laura's bush was trimmed fairly short, but she had not shaved her labia. "I don't know how you stand it. Has anybody seen you exercising like this, I mean besides Greg?" "Well, the kids have both...." "You mean Terry has seen you like this!!? Shannon, how could you?" Shannon told her all about Terry's anatomy lesson and her time with him in general. She also told about having both kids naked with her. "Wow! And here I thought I was the progressive one in the family just because I went nude once in a while. You've given me a lot to think about when ours get a little older. What you say makes a lot of sense. So just Greg and your kids have seen you this exposed?" "Of course Alex has." "Is that Alex as in Alexandra, or..." "No, it's Alex as in Viking god. He's my trainer - Greg's best friend." "You mean you have a strange man working with you like this? How could Greg do this to you? How can you stand it?" "Oh, don't blame Greg. Alex is a perfect gentleman. I thought I would die of embarrassment at first, or just quit. He got me through it, and now I can relax with him and just talk. He even comes early on Tuesdays now and swims with me. Greg says I can start running outside now, and Alex has promised to run with me." "Do I detect some pretty strong feelings there, Sis?" "Don't I wish! Nah, that's just not going to happen. I mean he's this hunk of hunks and here I am, the Blob. I'll tell you what, though. Being around him makes me realize how badly I've screwed up." "How's that?" "If I hadn't wasted my life and my looks, I could have dreamed about marrying an Alex, or maybe a Greg. I will never, ever let myself go again. When I get slim and hard, I am going to stay that way. There's another reason I'm going to work out the rest of my life. I'm an addict, and I've discovered that exercise gives me kind of a fix that takes away stress and depression even better than drugs did." "Shannon, I am so proud of you! You won't be sorry about the workouts, ever. It makes me feel so good when Rick goes nuts over my body. That makes all the pain and sweat worth it." "Yeah, I just wish I had someone to drive nuts." Laura came over and hugged her. "Just stick with what you're doing. There will be someone for you, I'm sure of it." "Thanks for the encouragement." They worked out a while longer quietly. When they finished, Shannon offered Laura a massage and she accepted. They continued their conversation. "Laura, your body is so lovely! You inspire me." Laura thanked her and they chatted some more. "Say, you're pretty good at this. Where did you learn how?" That introduced the whole subject of Julia. Laura was at first stunned to hear about Julia and Greg, but as they talked longer, she came to understand a bit more. They went to the pool instead of showering. "Laura, do you think there is any way I could start some college courses with just a GED?" "Of course there is. Colleges are always looking for motivated adult students. There are some good online options, too." "I don't know how I will afford the money or the time, but I am not going to be stuck with high school jobs the rest of my life. My kids deserve a lot better than that." ***** As they had carefully planned, Laura and Shannon were standing naked in the foyer, arms tightly around each other, when Caroline and Jim entered. Caroline took one astonished look, but did not rush toward them, and did not say a word. Instead, she frantically shed her clothes, leaving them wherever they landed, resting one hand on Jim's shoulder for support as she hopped about. When she was naked, THEN she rushed her daughters and the hugging and tears began in earnest. Through the tears, she was able to stammer out "You can't believe how thrilled I am to see you two together like this! It's like one more impossible dream come true!" Jim just stood by the door beaming. "Dad, you don't look very surprised!" Laura finally said. "I have lost the capacity for surprise, honey. But I have not lost the appreciation for a great body. You look wonderful!" "Thanks, Dad. Now, get your clothes off! There's something I've been wanting to see for a lot of years." He blushed mightily but undressed. "Ooooh, talk about great bodies! And that was worth waiting to see all right! I hear you are a champion hugger. Can a not-so-wayward daughter get one, too?" Jim just held out his arms in answer. As their bodies closed together, he told her "I'm betting you know what is bound to happen, and you're probably going to cause it on purpose, aren't you?" As they talked, the other three quietly left the area. "Yup! Shannon told me, and I got so jealous I could hardly stand it. Dad, I can't believe this is really happening! Things have changed so much!" "They sure have, Honey. Are you upset with us?" "Upset? Hell, no! I'm so thrilled I can hardly stand it." "Aren't you worried that this is wrong?" "I'm too much in love with my Dad to worry about that. If this is telling you about that love, then it can't be wrong." "It sure is telling me, Honey. I love you too. So much!" He hugged her more tightly and began stroking her all over. "You body feels soooo great. I, uh, think you can tell by now how much I like it." She dropped one hand and stroked him tenderly. They held that position for a long time, just enjoying the newfound way of expressing their love. They were just starting to separate when Ted came through the front door. "Oooops, I... My God, Laura, you're... you're..." "Yup, now you get naked, too. There's something else I've been wanting to see for years." Ted was at first too stunned to move. Finally, he shook his head to clear it, and got undressed. Jim left them and went down the hall to try to get rid of his erection. "Yes, yes! That was worth waiting for, too. I hear you're into hugging, too!" Without waiting for a response, she plastered herself to him and kissed him squarely on the mouth. It took only a few seconds for him to respond and return her hug properly. They stood together, hugging and rocking gently. Laura spoke softy into his ear. "Ted, I'm so sorry to hear of your trouble with Kathy. I had no idea!" "Nobody did. We did a great job of hiding it. From what I've learned the last few weeks, I wish I had shared with the family years ago." "Don't have second thoughts about that, Ted. Years ago we wouldn't have been able to respond this way, anyway. So much has changed. Let's join the others." "Uh, well, I need to get this..." "Oh, don't worry about it. I'm guessing Mom and Shannon have seen it before in full glory, right?" "Well, yes, but..." "Come on then. I want them to see what you think of your big sis." The others, including a now-flaccid Jim, merely grinned as Laura towed her saluting brother out to the patio. It was a pleasant evening and they were eating outside. Caroline could hardly wait to ask Laura, "Laura, Honey, we just assumed we would have to stay dressed tonight in deference to you. Does your beautiful, all-over tan mean you are accustomed to being nude." "Yes, Mom, it does. I haven't wanted to say anything about it all this time because I was afraid you would be shocked and upset." "Several weeks ago, you would have been right. Now, look at us!" They all shared a good laugh. They ate a leisurely dinner with lots of conversation, mostly about Ted and Kathy, although there was some catching up on general family news, as well. Laura asked about Julia and why she was not there. Greg filled her in on Julia's role and their relationship. There were no recriminations. After the cleanup, they all retreated to the hot tub. Laura grabbed Ted and Jim and pulled them down right beside her. Almost as if by prior agreement, the others squeezed in close, also, Shannon on the other side of Jim, and Caroline then Greg beside Ted. Laura plopped her hands in the two laps beside her. Jim started to protest, but Caroline cut him off. "Jim, Dear, just relax and enjoy it. I'll bet this is fantasy time for Laura, and I don't think we want to disappoint her, do we? We're all just so glad she is here." "Thanks, Mom, and thanks studs. These are objects of unbelievable curiosity ever since I can remember. Sometimes I thought I would die of frustration, just wondering about them." "Honey, we're sorry everything was so hidden and secret. We were wrong about that part of our family life." "Oh, Mom! Don't be apologizing for how you raised us. I turned out OK, and besides, there weren't very many things you did wrong. In fact, I can't think of any." "Well, we believe our changed attitudes have helped Shannon, and we just hope we can find some way to help Ted. I hope you can come out again soon, Honey, and bring the family. But next time, you'll have to be in uniform." "What uniform?" "The official uniform of Shannon's supporters - a bare pussy. Julia's bare, too." "Wow! I thought I was the bold, adventurous one, and here's my Mom making me look like a shy schoolgirl!" Ted gave a small moan and said "Not like any of the shy schoolgirls I used to meet! Sis, I think you're going to have to cool it a bit." Laura stopped actively caressing both cocks and just held them lightly. They all sat that way silently for several minutes. Eventually, Caroline motioned for Jim to leave the hot tub, and they got Greg and Shannon to come with them. Caroline caught Laura's eye and winked at her as she left. Seeing the others departing, Ted started to get up, but Laura held him back. "Let's just us stay here a while, OK?" Ted put his arm around her and she took his other hand and placed it on her breast. She laid her head on his shoulder and began stroking him again as he caressed her breast. "So is this really a fantasy of yours, Sis?" "Ummm Hmmm." "Dad too?" "Of course. All girls fantasize about the men in their lives." Ted laughed, and she looked at him questioningly. "We just had this discussion about us guys and the women in our lives. It is just remarkable what we have discussed and discovered sitting together naked on Saturday nights. I feel closer to all of you than I ever have." "I was impressed the way you and Dad just stripped without any hesitation or coaxing. You really have gotten comfortable with this nudity, haven't you." "I guess it's even more important for me because it's the only place I get any intimacy." "I'm so sorry, Ted. I wish I could do something to help." "You are helping a lot just sharing fantasy fulfillment with me." She moved around so she was straddling his lap, never releasing his cock. "Actually, bro', my real fantasy has this right up inside me!" "Oh, Sis, you shouldn't tell me that when we're like this. I barely have the strength to tell you we can't." "Oh, I know. I'm just horny right now. Wait here a minute." She got up out of the hot tub and went over to the lounge chairs where she unfastened the cushions from two of the chaises. She laid the cushions beside the hot tub and grabbed some towels from the rack. "Come on up here, stud, and lay down on your back." When he was in place, she got on top of him in the 69 position. "Let's take care of each other's horniness, OK?" Saying this, she took him into her mouth. "Oh, God, Sis, that's incredible! I...I've never done this." Releasing him momentarily, she said, "Just use your mouth and your hands on whatever looks interesting. You know where it all is. Just make me come." With that, she gobbled him up again. He was afraid he would climax in just seconds, but in exploring the intricacies of her pussy, he was distracted enough to stay back from the peak. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her back and down slightly so he could easily reach her with his mouth. The light was dim, but he could see enough to be thrilled by his sister's body. He stroked her taut ass cheeks over and over, marveling at the silky feel with the firmness underneath. Thinking about the sensations, he realized he was on the way to coming and could not stop it. "Laura, I can't hold it!" She merely accelerated her efforts and swallowed every bit when he erupted. She kept him in her mouth and sucked him gently as he lost some of his hardness. Recovering some of his senses, he told her "Don't move, Sis, I want you to come, now." Laura stretched out her legs on either side of his head and laid her cheek on his lower belly, almost beside his pubic hair. She stretched one arm down the outside of his leg to brace herself and cupped his balls with the other. "Go for it, Lover. I need it bad!" Ted reached both hands around her hips and spread her cheeks slightly. Her clit was directly over his mouth and he went right for it. He inserted one thumb in her vagina and pressed the other firmly against her anus. He began licking with his tongue and stroking with his hands in unison. The effect was immediate, as she started squirming and moaning. His hands were in a good position to hold her steady, and he slowly accelerated the pace. His neck and his tongue were feeling the strain, but there was no way he was going to stop. For several minutes, the pace and her vocalizations continued to build until she went rigid for several seconds then flopped around on top of him in violent convulsions. Unable to keep contact with her clit, he tried to hold her steady enough to lick the whole area with his tongue. Her tremors were still going on when she turned around and laid on top of him face to face. She kissed him and thrust her tongue into his mouth. He noticed the strange taste but was so aroused by her mouth he ignored and returned the tongue action. They kept their mouths locked until they both had to pull back, gasping. "Wow, bro', you are blessed with beginner's luck!" "I guess there's nothing hard about it when you love your work." Laura grabbed one of the folded towels next to them and put it under his head as a pillow. Another towel she spread over her back as a blanket. His penis was semi-hard, and she reached down and positioned it between her legs, closing them to hold him tightly. With her head on his chest and her mouth against his neck, she heaved a large, contented sigh. "Hope I'm not too heavy this way." "Oh, no. It feels wonderful!" He stroked her backside wherever he could reach. "God, you feel wonderful. I never realized muscles were so sexy on a woman. Jordan feels..." and he stopped himself abruptly. "Jordan! You mean you've...?" "No, no! We haven't down anything wrong." He told her of his increased intimacy with the girls, and how close they had become during the time of stress with Kathy. She listened quietly, and he felt some moisture against his shoulder. "Ted, that is so beautiful! I would have given anything to have that kind of contact with Dad." "He loved you at least as much as I love my girls. Naked in bed together was just something beyond what he could comprehend. He found lots of other ways to show you." "He sure did! I never doubted his love. Um, I guess Kathy doesn't have muscles to feel, huh?" "Sad thing is, it's almost hard to remember, but, no, she doesn't. Muscles are not ladylike." "Sorry to bring up tender subjects at such a sweet time." "It's alright, Sis. It helps me to know you care." No more was said and they both dozed off. It was at least a half hour later when Shannon woke them both with gentle strokes and light kisses. She grabbed another towel and covered herself, lying on the second cushion. On her side, she caressed her sister's back, shoulders, and bottom softly. Ted's arm was against her leg, and she took his hand and put it between her legs, pressed against her lips. The three siblings talked quietly for almost another hour before rinsing off quickly in the hot tub. "Teddy, why don't you just stay the night? Do you need to call home?" "I had better get home. There's no use making things any harder." They dried off and headed into the house. "Well, Laura, that just leaves us sisters to snuggle up together." "I would really love to join you, but after hearing about Ted and his girls sleeping together, I just have to fulfill one more childhood fantasy. Will you be hurt if I leave you?" Shannon hugged her and said, "You go ahead. I've done it and I wouldn't want you to miss your chance." Laura went to the third main floor bedroom where Jim and Caroline were staying for the night. She was barely able to see in the dim light, but made out her Dad on his side, arm over her mother. Laura slid in behind him and very gently pressed herself against his back. Sometime later, Jim became aware of the feel of women's bodies on both sides of his. He managed to get onto his back, get his arm around Laura, and pull her against his side with her head on his chest. While she still slept, he planted gentle kisses on her head. In the morning, Jim awoke to see a moist-eyed Laura smiling at him. As she gently held his morning hardon, she told him, "Thank you, Dad. That was another dream fulfilled, and it was even sweeter than I could have imagined. - - Pygmalion Project (9/13) Weeks 8-10 (MF, Mf) Week 8 Early July ----------------- Saturday Kathy returned early Saturday afternoon. She seemed to be disconcerted by the enthusiastic greeting from the girls. Ted watched closely as Jordan told her about getting on the softball team. He saw Kathy's jaw clench and her face flush. When Jordan told her about the diving coach, Kathy leaped to her feet and yelled for Ted. She grabbed him by the hand and dragged him up to their room, slamming the door behind them. She turned, red-faced, and opened her mouth to let him have it, but he spoke first. "Kathy, why are you trying to tear this family apart? Why are you being so unfair to the girls?" He spoke in a very restrained voice, but the suppressed anger was obvious to her. "What do you mean, unfair!? I come back home, and you've put Jordan into things that I kept her out of for her own good." "Why didn't you take Caitlin out of piano, and violin, and voice classes, then?" "Well...well...why would I do that? She's very talented. You know that! It would be wrong to deny her." "Jordan is very talented, too. She is a natural athlete. Yet, you denied her the chance to participate and improve. That is unfair and destructive to our family." "Jordan had the chance to take music classes, just like Caitlin. I wasn't unfair to her." "Did you order Jordan not to tell me about softball or diving." "Well, I knew you would want her in those things, and it is just not right. Softball is so dirty and sweaty and unladylike. And those indecent suits they wear for diving! I had to protect her from that. You would not have understood." "Now, Kathy, you listen to me, and listen well! You are going to support both your daughters in their different talents. You will drive Jordan to every practice that I can't cover. You will attend one softball game or diving meet for every concert or recital. Is that clear!?" "But, I don't have time..." "Do I ever miss one of Caitlin's events?" "N...n...no. You are always there." "Damn right I am. I have even rescheduled important meetings and trips to be there. We will both do the same thing for Jordan. It is an essential part of being a parent, and we will not screw it up." "Now, listen! You can't just order me around like this. Husbands can't just....." The battle raged on for over an hour. Kathy had obviously been pumped up and sent off to battle by her mother. Ted's pre-emptive strike had caught her off-guard. She tried again and again to regain some dominance, but he was unshakeable. His contained manner infuriated her. She tried screaming, sobbing, throwing things - actions totally uncharacteristic for her. She felt her hold slipping away and it frightened her. Totally exhausted and sick at heart, he finally left her sobbing on the bed. He plopped down on the family room couch and both girls cuddled up to him immediately. The three of them cried softly for many minutes. "Thank you, girls. I needed that right now. I told you this could get rough, didn't I?" Both daughters gave him long-faced nods. "It could get even worse. Remember, I do not hate your mother. I still love her. But things must change, and I am trying to make them change. Understand?" Instead of nods, he received two hugs. "Now, it is very important that you mother comes to Uncle Greg's tomorrow. Right now, that is the last thing she wants to do. Are you girls any good at acting?" Ted spent several minutes laying out a plan and going over and over every detail with the girls. Finally, Jordan told him, "This isn't going to be so hard, Daddy, 'cuz it really would be fun. We don't really have to act!" "If you have to wait very long up there, you may change your minds. Now, you'd better get in position." The girls scampered off giggling. He hoped they understood how serious this was. Kathy could not remember ever feeling so alone. She wanted to just drive back to her mother's where at least somebody understood. She had come home certain she could put things back the way they were supposed to be. But, Ted! He had never, ever talked to her like that. And the girls! It was like they were all ganging up on her. Still blowing her nose, she left the master bedroom, almost afraid to venture downstairs. As she passed the common bathroom, she overheard the girls talking. "I'm glad Mom won't be there." "Why?" "Daddy said if she stayed home, we could skinny dip!" A squeal and much giggling followed. "I think it will be neat to get an all-over tan." More giggling followed. "Won't you be embarrassed for Daddy to see you? And Uncle Greg?"" "Well, maybe a little. But I think it would be exciting! It makes me tingly just to think about it!" Kathy could barely breathe. She just could not believe what she was hearing. Had things really gone that far? Was her family totally depraved? She raised a hand to push open the bathroom door, but stopped when the conversation continued. "Do you think Daddy would skinny dip with us?" Loud squeals followed. "I would love to see his thing. I've never seen one." "Me neither! Maybe we could catch him and pull off his swimsuit!" "You're really, really, bad, you know! 'Course, if Mom comes along, the skinny dipping is out." "Yeah, that would be a bummer. She's so mad now, I don't think there's any way she will come along." Kathy withdrew her hand and quietly stepped away from the bathroom. She would stop this disgusting exhibition! She would just go along tomorrow! She would not even have to confront Ted. As she started down the stairs, a head peeked out of the bathroom door. ***** In the hot tub that Saturday night, Ted shared all the details of the last week. Then he told Julia he was sure they had pulled off their little drama, and that Kathy would be there tomorrow. Julia told the group, "I guess I will just have to dress for this occasion. I doubt Kathy would even talk to me like this." "Probably a good thing for me," said Ted. "The sight of you naked in the bright sunlight would blind me for sure." Everyone chuckled at that and Julia responded. "You are a flatterer, Ted, but I like it. Seriously, I can't wait to find out what is wrong with your wife. Just from the way you treat all of us women here, she should be the happiest woman alive." "Thank you, Julia. If there is any hope for my marriage, it is in your hands." Week 9 Mid July --------------- Sunday Kathy cooked a late, hearty brunch Sunday morning. She never failed to take proper care of her family. Ted was reminded that her caring nature was one of the main things that had drawn him to her. He chided himself mentally for indulging in nostalgia. He had to stay focused. This was tough love time. He could not let his deep-seated love for Kathy soften his resolve. "Thanks for the great brunch, Kathy." The kids all echoed his thanks. "Kids, are you all ready to head for Uncle Greg's?" "What do you mean, kids? Am I not part of this family any more? I want to get some sun, too. I'm coming along." The girls put on their well-rehearsed looks of disappointment just long enough to be sure Kathy noticed, then expressed their happiness that she was joining them. ***** As they walked out onto the patio, Jordan let out a piercing shriek. "Uncle Greg! Did you do that for me? Oh, wow!" Over the weekend, Greg had replaced his standard backyard pool diving board with a competition-quality tower. The height of the board was adjustable, all the way up to three meters. "If I'm going to have a future Olympian in my pool, I want her to have the best to practice on." The usually reserved Jordan was fairly bouncing with excitement, but stopped suddenly with a disappointed look. Greg motioned her to come over to him. "I know you're worried about your Mom. Well, your Dad wants you to dive for all of us, OK? Oh, and these should keep you from worrying about your suit. One of these should fit." He handed her three tank suits of different sizes." "Oh, Uncle Greg! How come you think of everything?" "Jordan, Honey, watching you dive Thursday was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. I did this for me." "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She gave him a big hug and whispered in his ear "I wish I didn't have to wear any suit!" "That was the most beautiful part of all, Honey! Now, go get ready and give us a show." Jordan scampered off, holding up the three suits in turn to check them out. In a remarkably short time, she returned in a green suit that worked very nicely with her natural coloring. She went confidently to the three meter board and did a perfect swan, bringing a gasp from her mother, and applause from her Dad, Greg, Shannon, and Julia. As she was climbing the steps for her third dive, the piano strains of 'Chariots of Fire' flowed from the open patio door. The accompanied diving exhibition continued through several more dives. Caitlin was not trying to upstage her sister. She was applauding her in her own way. When Jordan finally dried off, Caitlin rushed to give her a hug while she was still wet. Everyone congratulated her, except Kathy, who sat looking confused. Sensing a perfect lead-in, Julia pulled a chair up next to Kathy and introduced herself. She commented on how lovely and talented her daughters were, and how proud she must be. "And your little guy is a real fireball. But he is so polite and respectful - all of your children are. You are to be complemented. You have done a wonderful job with them." Julia continued to build up Kathy with her comments and questions for some time, getting her to open up little by little. By the time Shannon brought cold drinks around, they were chatting like old friends. "Kathy, why are you not swimming with Ted and the children? They seem to be having a ball." "Oh, I didn't come to swim, I just came to keep the girls from..." She couldn't tell her that! It was disgraceful and embarrassing. Yet, she had to tell someone, and Julia actually seemed to understand. To her own amazement, she told about the overheard conversation." "I'll bet if Ted and Greg knew about that, they would be very disappointed!" "What? You shouldn't joke about that. My daughters cannot show their bodies to men. It's indecent!" A few more minutes calmed Kathy considerably. Again, not knowing just why she did, she replayed the comments about Ted skinny dipping or getting his suit pulled off. "Now I'M disappointed. I would love to see that." "See what? You mean Ted naked? That's..." "Damn right! In case you haven't noticed, your husband is a very attractive man. I'll bet he looks even better without that suit. Just look at the butt on him! Is he an athlete?" "Well, he played baseball in college, but..." "I knew it! That's a ballplayer's ass for sure. I'd love to see it flex when it's bare. Say, I'll bet he has a real nice package, doesn't he?" "Package? I don't know what you mean." "Sure you do! Package! Cock and balls! Penis and testicles! His are nice, aren't they?" "Well I don't think we should..." "Oh, come on, Kathy. Of course we should! Women talk about men like this all the time. Admit it. Don't your friends tell each other all about their husbands and lovers?" "Th...they talk about a lot of stuff, but I don't..."" "See, it's just natural. And how about you? You have a very nice body. Wouldn't you like to skinny dip with your family?" "Oh I could never do that, it's not proper." "It's fun and exciting, and kind of liberating. You know, I'm here a lot with Shannon, and I'm usually naked." "But Greg..." "Greg is a very dear friend. He enjoys seeing me naked, and I enjoy letting him." "Oh, my! I could never...I mean it's wrong to..." "Oh, Kathy! I've made you uncomfortable. I'm terribly sorry. Tell me, why do you think a little nudity among friends and loved ones is so wrong?" Julia spent over an hour more drawing out Kathy's feelings and fears. She had nothing to take notes, but the tiny recorder in the pocket of her beach cover-up was quite powerful. Tuesday "Alex! Alex! Greg said it's OK for me to run out on the road! If you think I am ready for that, I mean." "Sure! It would be good for you to get off the treadmill and get used to real ground. I, uh, don't think you should run alone, though." "Oh, this isn't a dangerous area. I'll be fine." "Um, would it be alright if I came out and ran with you? We would have to do it early, but that's better because of the heat, anyway." "But you won't get much exercise running at my speed." "I'm not worried about that. After all, it's more important to make sure my star pupil is training properly, isn't it." Using all her willpower, she suppressed the grin fighting to get to her face, and agreed with him. They worked out a schedule, then got in the pool for their regular swim. Saturday The Saturday evening Randolph family gathering was very subdued this time. They were still nude, as this was a habit none wanted to abandon, but joking and laughter were all but absent. As they were eating, Julia gave a detailed recap of her session with Kathy. As they had suspected, Kathy had developed a phobia about the human body which had become obsessive. She was afraid to let anyone see, much less touch her body. Julia asked Ted if he had noticed a decrease in hugs of the children, and he agreed he had noticed. She also had refused to go to a doctor for about three years. Her one concession was her hair, so apparently, good grooming was a loophole. Kathy had transferred her body phobia to the girls, being afraid to let anyone see or touch their bodies. Ted could certainly affirm that. Julia could not identify the source of her phobia, but strongly suspected its roots were in childhood interactions with her mother. Visits with her mother only exacerbated the problem now. The nearest analogy to the problem Julia could draw was anorexia. "Ted, one thing should make you feel much better. Your wife is ill. She has not rejected you or fallen out of love with you. She is actually very torn up inside because she does love you, but her phobia prevents her from expressing it." Ted nodded soberly, not quite able to see how he should feel better at all. "You know, Julia, Kathy has never been open and enthusiastic about her body or about sex." "That just shows how deep-seated this phobia is. She carried the seeds of it into your marriage. Oh, another thing. Nutrition. Deficiencies in key nutrients can have a major impact on many mental conditions. I will be meeting with Yvonne to research the proper supplementation. Kathy is underweight and has very little muscle tone. Strict diet and exercise control will be important, just as with Shannon." "Uh, could I trade body problems with her?" Leave it to Shannon to find a way to ease the tension. "Now, the hard part - what do we do about it? My suggestion is an immersion program, very similar to what Greg devised for Shannon, but for only six weeks. We need to immerse her in sensuality. Notice, I did not say sexuality. I envision an escalating campaign of stimuli, involving nudity, touching, exposure to men, exposure by men, and large doses of stimulation from appropriate books and videos. The problem is, where can we do this plan, and who will run it. Unfortunately, I cannot devote full time to it." Ted volunteered, "I'll take a leave and farm out the kids. This is more important than the partnership." "No, Ted. It absolutely cannot be you. In fact, I think you should be completely absent for almost the whole period." "Julia, I want to do this," said Shannon. "Everyone has gone to great lengths and taken great risks to help me. This is my chance to pass it on to someone else in the family. I have mistreated Kathy badly in the past, and now I can make up for that." "Shannon, if you mean that, it would be a wonderful solution, especially if we can do it here." "Done" was all Greg had to say. Caroline asked, "How will we ever get her into this plan?" "Mom, I have a divorce agreement all drawn up, ready to serve, which I hope with all my heart stays in the lawyer's office." There was a gasp from Caroline at this disclosure. "I will just tell her she must do the plan or I will serve. If she still loves me, and I know she loves the children, I think she will do anything to avoid divorce. If I have to, I can convince her she will be found unfit to have the children. I hate to do this to her, but she will never agree otherwise." "I want to be with her and support her, even more than I did for Shannon," Caroline chimed in. "Jim, Dear, can you live without me for six weeks?" "No, I cannot. But to save Ted's marriage, I will somehow survive." "Caroline," Julia said, "it will mean being naked in front of more people than you already have." "Today, I consider that a privilege if it helps my son." "Wait," Ted interjected, "you mean Kathy will be naked the whole time? Nothing could get her to do that. You'll never even get her clothes off the first time." "Yes, we will!" "But, how?" "Trust me, Ted. I can do it. Please don't ask me how because I am taking some professional risk. I assure you, we will get her naked." "Now, one very important thing that I can't stress enough; we are looking for a key - something that will greatly accelerate her improvement. With Shannon, Jim found the key. No, don't blush, Jim. Your fatherly love and instinct caused you to do something extremely difficult for you. There is no question it opened the door for an almost instant change in Shannon." Shannon went over to her father and gave him a fierce hug. "For Kathy, the key will be something completely different. Everyone must be constantly watching for any particularly strong reaction to any person, event, or situation. It could lead us to the key. We must talk to her constantly. Questioning, probing, but skillfully. The key may be an event or activity from her childhood that was either traumatic or satisfying." "Ted, a number of people, including some men, are going to see and even touch your wife in ways that you have been denied. Can you handle that?" "That will be tough! I assume that most of them will be family, right?" "Most, but perhaps not all." "Well, that helps some. It's not as if anyone is stealing anything I have had," he spoke with noticeable bitterness. "Julia, is there a way I could watch when she first gets naked?" "Ted, I know how much you miss that. But I believe it would be better for you to not see or speak to her until she is a new Kathy. That will make it easier for both of you to put it all in your past. IF we are successful, the two of you still have a long climb to the kind of intimacy you want in your marriage." There was general commiseration with and comforting of Ted after this exchange. After that, there was a long period of detailed planning for healing Kathy's phobia. It was already getting late when Greg motioned for Caroline and Jim to join him away from the others. "First, let me tell you this is nothing bad, but it is something very important. Alex Torvold, Shannon's trainer, wants you to stop and see him before you go home tonight. I know it's late, but will you do that?" Although puzzled and a little concerned, they agreed. Greg gave them the directions and they went to dress. ***** Alex met the Randolphs at the security door to his apartment and led them to his modest flat. Both parents wondered at the surroundings but refused to draw any hasty conclusions. As they entered and were seated, he told them, "Thank you for coming to see me at such a late hour. I think you will see shortly why this is necessary. I apologize for the modest surroundings. I have had this apartment since my business was just starting. I could afford something much nicer, but there seemed no point to it. For many years I traveled constantly with the teams. Recently, I have been able to stay home, but I saw no reason to spend more. I have saved most of my income for many years. I assure you, I can provide a very nice home for Shannon and the children." Both parents were stunned, but Jim managed to croak out "You mean? Shannon? You want to marry her?" "Yes, I asked you here to seek your permission. I also want a chance to get to know you and Shannon's children. I know this is strange and perhaps sudden. I am not usually an impulsive person, but your daughter..." Caroline gasped and the struggle was visible on her face for several seconds before she disintegrated into sobs. Jim comforted her, but it was obvious his eyes were also leaking. When she was finally able to speak haltingly, Caroline said "I'm sorry to break down like that. It's just that...that this is like an impossible dream. After all she has been through, we had given up hope she would ever have..." Her face took on a shocked look. "Why hasn't Shannon told us?" "I have not told Shannon of my feelings for her. I have kept our relationship strictly professional. We have become great friends and she may suspect, but I have not said or done anything yet." "Whyever not?" "That is something I wanted to talk to you about. It all has to do with her plan. If I propose to her now, she might work toward her goals just for me. I want her to do it for herself. That's the kind of woman I want to marry. If I wait to propose until she reaches her goals, she will think I did not want her until she lost her weight. That is not true at all. You know her best - what do you think?" It was Jim who responded. "Shannon is so totally committed to the plan right now that nothing could deter her. And, she is doing it for herself. Even a proposal could not change that." "That was my conclusion, but I did want to hear your opinion. There is another reason for waiting, also. I am sure Shannon will want my approval of her children, and vice versa before she will agree. When I ask her, I don't want anything to cause her to hesitate. I do not want you to have to keep this a secret from her for very long - I suspect that would be almost impossible." Caroline nodded vigorously. "That is why I waited until after you had seen her tonight." "I want to meet and spend some time with the children tomorrow so I can propose Tuesday morning. I have taken the liberty of planning some things. It will mean totally using up your Sunday. Will you help me?" Caroline hardly waited for him to finish before jumping in. "There is absolutely nothing more important than this. What can we do?" They talked and planned for almost an hour. It was arranged that he would come for breakfast the next day and meet the children. In the car, Caroline could not stop talking about Alex. "Jim, I thought Prince Charming was just a fairy tale, but he really does exist! I am so thrilled for Shannon. And the kids. How will we ever keep this secret from her?" "Sweetheart, it's only for two days, thank God. Alex was right to handle it this way. After all the unbelievable things we have done for our daughter lately, this should be easy. He really is an impressive young man. I already feel like I have known him forever. If he is Greg's best friend, that alone should tell us a lot about him." Week 10 Mid July ------------------------ Sunday It was early Sunday morning, and Alex had hardly slept the few hours since Jim and Caroline had left. He had knocked on a lot of doors and been through a lot of first encounters in his businesses. None had left him feeling like this. Jim greeted him warmly before he could even knock and ushered him into the living room. Caroline and the children stood when he entered. He made the mistake of looking at Janie first, and it almost ruined him for the rest of the visit. He was absolutely smitten! Somehow, he got through the introductions. The kids had not been told about his intentions toward Shannon, so the talk was about him training their mother. Breakfast was waiting, and they all sat down. The talk was lively as they ate. Alex found himself forgetting they were only 14 and 13. He was impressed with their manners and the comfortable way they interacted with all the adults. And Janie! He had to work to spread his attention to the others. Caroline had just cleared the dishes and everyone was still at the table, when he got to the real reason for his visit. "Janie, Terry, I came to meet you today for a very important reason." He had their complete attention. "I have fallen in love with your mother. I want to ask her to marry me." Apparently, neither one had any idea beforehand what was coming. Terry sat motionless and stared straight at Alex's face. Janie gave a small gasp and covered her open mouth with her hand. Her eyes opened wide and her face ran through the color spectrum several times. She dropped her hand from her mouth and clasped both hands together, pushing them hard into her lap. The struggle for control was evident on her face, and she kept it up for several seconds. Eventually, she lost and the tears gushed forth. She jumped up and ran down the stairs toward her room. Caroline got up and followed her down. Alex's concern must have shown on his face, and it was Terry that spoke up. "She's OK. She's not upset or anything. She's always had this dream, and it just happened, and she couldn't handle it." "What dream is that, Terry?" "Well, that Mom would find someone and we could be a whole family. Mostly, she dreamed that someday she would have a Daddy." "So, she's told you all about this dream?" "Yeah, we talk about it a lot of times. She always gets real sad and lots of times she ends up crying." "What do you do when she cries." "Well, it's tough when girls cry, you know. But I try to help her feel better. Sometimes I can make jokes. Sometimes I tickle her. Lots of times none of that works." "What do you do then?" The boy blushed furiously. "Well, I... Sometimes I just hold her and cuddle a little until the crying stops. I, uh, wouldn't want the guys to know. Maybe it's not very macho, but she kinda looks up to me, you know." "Hey, giving a woman what she needs is very manly. She's lucky to have a brother who is man enough to do that. You should see how some of those macho ballplayers change when they are around their wives and children. They're not afraid to show them love." "Do you know some ballplayers?" Alex proceeded to tell Terry about his work as a trainer with the baseball team. "Hey, I'm not on regular game night duty anymore, but I can get dugout passes. I was hoping you could join me for this afternoon's game. We can have lunch at the stadium and get better acquainted, and you can see the game from the players' side." "Are you kidding? That would be way cool!" At this point, Caroline and Janie came back into the room, Caroline with her arm around the girl. Janie's breathing was still a bit unsteady, but she walked right up to Alex. "Mr. Torvold, I..." "No, no, no, Janie. Just Alex. Please." "Uh, Alex, I'm sorry I broke down. It's not because I'm angry. I'm just so surprised and happy, I couldn't help myself." "That's OK, Sweetheart. Terry told me about your dream. I hope we can make it come true for you." "I mean, it already has, hasn't it." "Well, I need you to help me. Your mother doesn't know how I feel about her yet. She may suspect, but I have not told her. I need you to keep this a secret for a little while, OK?" "But, but, how could she not? I mean, you're so..." She stopped herself, blushed, and then giggled. It was a refreshing sound after all the heavy emotion. The conversation lightened considerably after that until Alex brought up another subject. "You know, kids, if your Mom and I marry, we will have to live where my business is. You will have to move from here. Will you be able to handle that?" Terry spoke without hesitation "That doesn't matter to me. Nothing's as important as Mom being happy. Us, too." Janie chimed in, "I'll miss some of my friends, but I'll live anywhere if we can be a real family!" "One thing might make it easier - I think you can go to the same school as your cousins." Both kids were enthusiastic about that news. The conversation went on a little longer. When the conversation wound down a bit, he pulled Janie aside, knelt and asked her, "Janie, will you go out on a date with me tonight? I have made some plans to help it be really special. Would you do that?" "Oh, wow! Would I!" She reached up and hugged him fiercely, then, suddenly embarrassed, stepped back and apologized. Alex reacted instinctively, lifting the girl clear off the floor and hugging her tightly. He whispered in her ear, "I hope we have a future with lots of these hugs." When he put her down, she was absolutely glowing. He asked the kids if he could speak to their grandparents alone for a few minutes. They agreed and Terry took off to get ready for his big outing. Alex handed Caroline a slip of paper with some names, addresses, phone numbers, and times on it. "I'm taking Janie to a ballet tonight. It's a touring company that is supposed to be very good. I had no idea if she even liked that kind of thing, but I wanted something dressy and special." "She'll love it, whatever it is," Caroline assured him. "She doesn't have any very dressy clothes, though." "That's what that slip of paper is for. An influential client helped me set up a clothing store and a hairdresser. They are opening especially for Janie, so that is why those times are important. Oh, and payment is all pre-arranged. Can you get her to those places while Terry and I are at the game?" "You bet I can! I wouldn't miss it for the world!" "Because I will have to drive back down from the game, I have a dinner reservation for after the ballet. She will have to be out fairly late. Maybe she can get a nap before her appointments." "Nap! Who are you kidding? It's a good thing your date with her is tonight. I know she wouldn't sleep a wink until whenever it is. Do you have any idea what you have just done for that child?" "I have something to confess. It was love at first sight when I saw her. How can I be so lucky to find two such fantastic women?" He paused briefly, then said "Three fantastic women, actually!" and pulled Caroline into a hug. "Thank you, Alex. We're so happy to have you in our family. Please, stay with us tonight so you don't have to drive all the way back again." The Randolph house was complete bedlam for hours after Alex and Terry left. Janie was never silent for more than ten seconds, constantly asking what time it was. Jim and Caroline alternated between disbelief and elation. ***** Alex wanted to give Terry a chance to enjoy batting practice and other pre-game activities, so they left as soon as they could break away. He was a bit nervous about how to talk to the boy, but since meeting him, he thought of him as a young man, not a boy. "Terry, as you know, I have no experience at the father-son thing. I hope we can talk more as buddies. I've been around a lot longer, and know some stuff you will want to know, and I look forward to sharing that with you. I hope you won't ever be afraid to ask." "Well, I've never had a Dad. Pops has been great, but it's not the same. You know what has been neat? The way Greg and I have talked on our Thursday rides to his house. You and Greg are good buds, right?" "The best!" "That means you probably see things the same. I've learned a lot from him." "Hey, how come you chose wrestling and not football or some other sport?" "Our wrestling coach is a cool guy, and I like the idea of bodybuilding. Our high school football team is not very good, and a lot of the players are real jerks. I just didn't care to get into that crowd." "Hmmmm. That's too bad. For the school, I mean. The school district I want to buy in has a four year high school, and they are always championship contenders. I know the coach personally, and when he sees you, he is going to think linebacker, or may fullback. Would you be interested in a good football team?" "Wow, you mean I could be in High School this year instead of Junior High? That would be great! The coach wouldn't be interested in a Freshman, though, would he?" "He looks for players. And he looks for solid people. You won't find any jerks on his team. His team grade point average is one of the highest in the country - higher than a lot of private schools." "By time you and Mom get married and everything, won't the season be mostly over?" "That's one of the things I wanted to talk about. If your Mom agrees, I want to register you in the new district right away. My apartment is too small, so we can list Greg's house as the address. He is in the district. You can either stay there or we will rent something temporary." "Boy, you've thought about a lot of stuff, haven't you?" The game experience was a smashing success. Alex' only problem was deflecting questions about his relationship with Terry. For Terry's part, he was greatly impressed by the genuine warmth the whole team showed toward Alex. The team's slugging first baseman was the one who insisted Terry take some swings in the batting cage. Alex was not responsible for on-field attention to the players, but he arranged to take one occurrence during the game. He and Terry donned team jackets and stood by. After one player took a hard slide and wrenched his ankle, Alex handed Terry the kit, and told him to follow him onto the field. Surprised at first, Terry finally sprinted to catch up with him, and stood by transfixed while Alex tended to the injury, which was minor. On the ride home, Terry's youthful enthusiasm ruled. He fired a constant barrage of questions about the team, Alex' other teams, his business, his track career, and every other aspect of his life. "Alex, how come you aren't already married?" "I guess I am just too fussy about the woman I want to live with?" "I don't want to be nosy, but why Mom? I mean she's overweight, and has had a rough past with the drugs and everything." "Terry, how do feel about your Mom?" "I...I really love her?" "Did you always feel that strongly about her?" Terry sat without replying. "You don't have to admit anything to me. Why do feel so differently about her now?" "Well, she's so strong and so loving, and... Oh, guess I answered my own question, huh?" "Does her weight stop you from loving her, Terry?" "No! I was surprised how easy it was to forget about that. Besides, she is going to lose that, anyway?" "So, you can see why I want to marry her, can't you?" "Yeah. Yeah. I sure can." "That's great, because you have a lot of girls and women to evaluate in your future. I think you have already learned to look for the real stuff. Just don't forget it and be blown away by big boobs or sexy looks." "You know, Greg and I did this little thing `R-E-S-P-E-C-T' when he took me to see Mom naked the first time. I was scared out of my wits but I tried to remember that. Turned out I found a whole new Mom in just one day. I'll never forget it." "Good man." Terry fell silent for the first time on the ride. They rode for several miles before he finally asked. "Uh, Alex. Do you plan to adopt us?" "I want to, Terry. Do you want me to?" "Oh, yeah! The reason I asked is, do you think we can register at our new school with our new name, even if it isn't legal yet?" Alex had a battle with his emotions over this one. He had to fight to keep his sight clear enough for safe driving. He hoped his voice sounded steadier than it felt as he replied, "We'll find a way, Terry. We'll find a way!" ***** Caroline's afternoon was spent observing the battle between child and woman as her granddaughter visited first an exclusive women's boutique, then a beauty salon. Neither establishment was normally open on Sunday, and she wondered what kind of pull Alex' client must have to get the wonderful service Janie received. Of course, Janie's joy and her beauty naturally affected everyone around her. The Randolph's were certainly not poor, but the dress, shoes, and accessories they left with were far beyond anything Caroline had spent on herself since her wedding dress. She read a magazine while the beautician worked on Janie for over an hour, and nearly fainted when the vision that was her granddaughter emerged into the waiting room. Back at home, Caroline's hardest task was getting the girl to wait until the proper time to dress. Janie was so fidgety, her grandmother feared her gorgeous hairdo would never survive. Alex dropped Terry off at home, but did not come in. He had arranged with the manager of a nearby health club to shower and change into his tux there. As he left the locker room all dressed up, every single eye in the women's aerobics class followed him to the exit, the instructor completely forgotten. He drove to the livery service office and left his car there. As Alex strode to the front door from the parked limo, Caroline opened the door on the waiting Janie. It was impossible to tell who was most stunned by the others' appearance, as both were immobilized for several seconds. Alex finally walked up the steps, took the corsage from its box and slipped it on Janie's limp wrist. Holding her hand and reaching around to hold her other elbow, he escorted her down the steps, concerned whether she had completely mastered the low-heeled pumps she wore. Janie's eyes opened even wider, if possible, when the driver emerged to open the back door for them. Once seated, Alex finally spoke. "Janie, you look absolutely gorgeous!" "Th...this is like a fairy tale. I think I'm dreaming! Just don't ever wake me up, OK?" "I wouldn't think of it, Beautiful. Dream on." Conversation was almost non-existent as they rode to the theater and were escorted to their fifth-row seats. Alex just let her absorb the experience. During the performance, he took her hand, and she didn't let go until intermission. After the performance, she began gushing about how beautiful it was and how much she enjoyed it, but he told her they were not done yet. They went around the stage and he handed a note to the backstage guard. Alex waited outside the dressing room door while an attendant took Janie to meet the ballerina. He didn't even try to make her talk when she emerged. In the limo, he finally asked her if she was hungry. "I...I don't know. But I don't want this to end!" The restaurant was elegant and filled with theater-goers. Strolling musicians stopped and played at their table. They danced. They toasted, her non-alcoholic bubbly spiked with just a little of his. He had the photographer take several pictures of them, to the broad smiles of their fellow diners. As the meal progressed, she became more talkative, and by the time they returned to the limo, the conversation flowed easily. Alex instructed the driver to take at least a half hour to get them home and to put up the opaque divider window. "Alex, Mom wouldn't ever say no, would she?" "Oh, I don't think so, Honey. I think she feels the same way I do, but just hasn't let herself admit it." "I wish I could talk to her and make sure." That gave Alex an idea, and they conspired for a few minutes." "Um, if we're sure Mom will say yes, can I start calling you Daddy now?" Alex was glad someone else was driving this time as he pulled her onto his lap and hugged her tightly, telling her nothing would make him happier. Tuesday It was the third Tuesday in July. Shannon had continued her aggressive workouts and had stuck strictly to the eating plan. The day before, she weighed in at 153. Her beautiful figure-to-be was just being to announce itself. There was still extra weight in the wrong places, but the sight of her nude would definitely bring most cocks to attention even now. Alex was finding it harder and harder to work with her on a completely professional basis. He was lingering longer and longer after each session to talk with her. Their early morning runs and swims had become the highlight of his life. Still, he had made no physical show of affection, nor spoken any words of endearment. Knowing what he was about to do, it took an extreme effort of will to postpone it until after her workout and massage. This day, Shannon had been less talkative than usual. As he finished her massage, he laid his hand briefly on one buttock. Shannon instantly flipped over onto her back and asked, "Was that an accident or a caress?" "It was a caress, Shannon. It meant I have feelings for you that are far beyond just a customer." "Alex, I'm glad! But before either of us start to think about anything between us, I have to warn you." He wondered what terrible thing about her he did not yet know. "You can't be interested in just Shannon. It has to be Shannon and Terry and Janie. For fourteen years I was a miserable mother. Largely because of Greg, I have reconnected with my wonderful kids, and we have grown to love each other very much. For the rest of my life, I will be the mother they deserve. If it means I stay single, so be it. I want to be married, but not at the expense of my kids. You need to know that about me. If you are not interested in an instant family, I should stay just a customer." He stared into her eyes for a long time. The strength of purpose and determination she showed just now were much of what had attracted him to her since their first meeting. Her obvious intelligence, her humor, her caring nature, and of course, her emerging beauty had more and more made him think of her as the woman he would spend his life with. He reached into his bag, pulled out his cell phone, and hit a speed dial number. When Janie answered, he handed the phone to a puzzled Shannon. She put it to her ear and said `Hello.' Alex could hear Janie shouting, "Mom, please say yes!" "Janie? Yes to what, Honey?" She turned to look at Alex who was now holding a jewelry box out to her. "Oh My God! Alex!! You mean...? "Yes, Shannon. I have met your kids and I would be proud to have them as my own. Will you marry me?" "Oooh, Alex! Yes! Yes! Yes! I had given up hope of ever feeling that caress, or hearing those words from you. I have been trying desperately not to let myself fall in love with you. I have failed. Alex, come with me." She took his hand and led him to her suite. Just inside the door, she turned to him and began undressing him. When he was completely naked, she pulled him into a tight embrace. They kissed long and hard. "Now we both have to wash off the oil. Shower with me." He had canceled his morning appointments. What did mere customers matter compared to the love of his life? They showered, washing each other lovingly. He already knew her body intimately. For her, it was the thrill of new discovery. After drying, she suddenly gave a small snort, and dragged him to the bed. She yanked him down on top of her and spoke right into his ear. "Darling, I need you so bad I can't stand it. Please, just get that beautiful cock into me right now! We'll make love, lot's of love, later. Now, just fuck me! Hard! Please!" His need was by now as great as hers. Still being careful not to hurt her, he slid into her with surprising ease. She was tight, but so wet there was very little friction. Once he had sunk in to the root, she set the pace, wrapping her legs around his thighs and pulling rhythmically on his ass with her hands. There was no buildup, there were no caresses, no endearments. It was physical and emotional catharsis. It was a purging of years of need, frustration, and hopelessness. He came after only a few dozen strokes, but ignoring the sensitivity, he kept thrusting at the same pace, astonished that he never softened. On and on they pounded, moaning, grunting, sweating. She came with a scream, but she would not let him slow down. She experienced two or three aftershocks, then just as he lost it again, she disintegrated into violent shakes, ending up totally limp beneath him. When he could see, he became concerned for her and made to withdraw. Not totally unconscious, she clamped her legs tighter and whimpered. He held her tightly to himself and carefully rolled over to bring her on top, his tumescent member still encased within her. Afraid he might rip it, he was able to muscle enough of a blanket free to cover their dripping bodies. He dragged two pillows under his head and wrapped his arms tightly around her. They both dozed off for a few minutes. When he felt her stirring, he asked, "Darling, are you all right?" "I don't know. I'm in this wonderful dream where nothing could be wrong. I don't want to wake up to find out if I'm alright." "It's no dream, My Love. It was the most real thing of my whole life. I love you so much. I thought I would never find you." She merely squirmed and hummed. "Alex, that was absolutely amazing! I didn't know anything could take me away like that. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" She snuggled again for a while. "Shannon, I'm a sweaty mess. I'd better shower again." "Don't you dare move. You smell like a man - like MY man. I could get high on that smell. Besides, I'm no perfume ad right now, either." They laughed lightly together. Becoming more alert, she crossed her arms on his chest, rested her chin on her arm, and kissed him lightly. "I declare this the official discussion position for Mr. & Mrs. Alex Torvold. With your cock in me, I won't ever want to argue." They laughed again. "OK, let's discuss," and he told her about his visits with her parents and children. "Are you telling me I was the last to know?" "I am truly sorry, My Love." Miffed momentarily, she could not possibly hold anger at a time like this. "When did you know?" "About our third session. Of course, it took me another couple of weeks to admit it to myself." "But I still looked like a blimp then!" "That never did concern me. It was the real Shannon inside. I knew you were going to change the outside." Alex went on to describe his `date' with Janie, bringing tears to Shannon. "I'm thrilled for my little girl, but I'm jealous, too. I've never had anything like that in my life." "You will, my love. You will. And much, much more. I promise. We'll get you out of here right away and I can't wait to take you out on a real date." "No, Alex, I'm staying until I reach my goals. I have to finish this. For you, but mostly for me." "Somehow, I knew you would say that. I still hoped, though. You finish your plan, Darling, with my love and support. I will be here with you every second Greg will allow." ***** When at last he tore himself away, he met Greg in the study. "Did what I suspect just happen?" Greg asked. "It sure did, buddy. It sure did. I still can't believe it. Janie and Terry are coming up Thursday. We would like a little time here together - alone. Could that be arranged?" "Absolutely! The place is yours." "Thanks, Greg. I have to try to make some of today's appointments, but we need to talk, okay?" "Congratulations, Alex. I can't think of two people I would rather see together." Thursday Alex was due at Greg's at 2:00. Greg had told Caitlin and Jordan they could not come over this time. Both were hugely disappointed, but when told the reason, they were very excited for Aunt Shannon and for their cousins. Greg had left to run some errands. Shannon met him at the door, with the kids waiting in the closed study. She led him to the family room. He pulled the box with the ring from his pocket, but Shannon stopped him. "Wait, I want Janie and Terry here for this." She went off to fetch them. Alex wondered why she was taking so long to bring the children. He had really grown to love them. Janie, well she was incredible! His only problem was not getting aroused when he was with her. Finally, he heard them coming back to the family room, but when they came into sight, he was stunned. Shannon, of course, was naked, but so were both children. And the children were walking tight together, with their arms around each other. He could not help staring at Janie, and he saw her blush prettily when she noticed his stare. Shannon moved between the children, pulling one tightly to each side. The three of them stood in front of him, arms around each other, a beautiful family any man would be happy to acquire. "My darling husband-to-be! We can't tell you how overjoyed we all are to become your family. We all love you, and we are all happier than we ever thought possible. We are not standing here like this to shock you, but we need to make an important decision about our future life together. Janie and Terry and I have come to really love each other's bodies since I have been here at Greg's. We love to see each other naked. We love to touch, hug, caress, and bring each other pleasure. We do not have sex, but many of the things we enjoy would be considered incestuous. You are the head of our new household, and you will determine how we live together. Having you as husband and father is far more important to all of us than any of the things we have done together. We are totally agreed on that. If you are uncomfortable with our lifestyle, we will change it. I want to ask you to do something for me. Would you please go down to the bathroom. If you are dressed when you come back, the kids will go and put their clothes on. We will promise not to act in ways that you are uncomfortable with. If you come back naked, it means you want to join us in the way we love and enjoy each other." Alex' relationship with Shannon had never had an ordinary moment. Every experience was unique, sometimes shocking. None surpassed this, however. He was paralyzed for a time, trying to grasp what was happening. He examined each of their faces in turn. Shannon's, positively glowing. Terry's, open, challenging in a friendly way, a competitor's face, a man's face. Janie's, hopeful, pleading, even, a child's face; yet, sultry, lusty, a woman's face. Almost in a trance, he rose to his feet and walked down the hall. He did not know what to do. He had no doubt he wanted this family. Though not the way he had always fantasized about her, Shannon was finally the `right' woman - he had not a single doubt. And what children to be proud of! He had never seen a parent and children share so much love, respect, and caring, and share it so openly. This is how family relationships were supposed to be. Was their `lifestyle' the reason? He thought probably so. It certainly must be the reason the family was revived so rapidly. Truthfully, he wanted their lifestyle. He had to admit the only thing holding him back from stripping was Janie. He was absolutely smitten with her. She made his loins ache almost as much as her mother did. How could he go into adoptive fatherhood as a pervert? If he walked in there naked now, he might very well spring an erection. The kids would see it. Janie would see it. What would she think? Did he think she had never seen Terry's hardon? How could that be from what Shannon had said? What's the big deal? Was he ashamed of his manhood? Was he a wimp? In the family room, the three of them sat quietly, arms around each other, heads on shoulders. "Will he do it, Mom?," from Janie. "I don't know, Sweetie. I think so. I hope so. But if he doesn't, can you love him anyway." "Oh, yes, Mom. I love him so much I'd wear long underwear all the time just to have him as my Daddy. If he doesn't do it, I'll bet we can change his mind later." The bathroom door clicked. Janie gasped, "I can't look!," but she did, open-mouthed, perched on the edge of the chair. Alex emerged from the hallway looking like nothing so much as a walking Greek statue. Janie was the first to react. She sprinted from her seat and leaped onto him, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. She chattered a mile a minute, "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you so much. You have made me so happy. I have a Daddy - a real Daddy! I have the most wonderful, gorgeous, sexy Daddy in the whole world. I'm so happy I can love you like I want to. Your bare skin feels so wonderful next to mine..." The torrent of girlish enthusiasm spilled out unabated. Walking down the hall, he had no idea what to expect, but it sure wasn't this. The object of his guilty lust was plastered to him. Her little nipples felt like drills against his chest. Her pubic thatch felt like silk against his stomach. He felt a slight moistness where it touched him. At first, his hands hung uselessly at his sides. Then, afraid she would fall, he grabbed her, right by the ass! Why had he done that!? Her little cheeks flexed as she squirmed about, hugging and babbling. They felt like silk cushions over steel springs. They... Oh, no! He just got in here and he was in trouble already. So far, it was just twitching. Maybe if... "Janie, Honey, I've got to put you down, I..." "No! I don't want to ever get down! I want to stay right here and hug you and love you and feel all these muscles, and..." "Janie, please, I have to put you down now, or..." With a quick intake of breath, she pulled back her head and looked him in the face. Are you getting hard? Ohhhh, goody! I was hoping I'd get to see it soon..." In desparation, "Shannon!" "Hey, Stud, if you hadn't gotten hard soon, I was going to call off the wedding. You wouldn't be worth going to bed with!" She burst into laughter and Terry joined in. "Whaaat?," and he let out a groan. Janie pushed off on his shoulders and jumped down. She grabbed his hand and pulled him to the couch. He was so frozen with embarrassment he couldn't resist, even when she sat him down. She dropped to her knees between his legs. She grabbed his partially erect cock and started fondling it and cooing at it. "Ooooh, wow! So neat! Lookit, Mom, what you get to love on. It's just awesome. And look, it's still getting bigger! And look at these! Daddy, you have the most incredible cock ever. You can't wear pants ever when I'm home. I want to look at it and play with it all the time. Feel how they're squirming around in there. That's so neat! I'll bet they really, really want to come, don't they?..." The flood of talk did not stop as she began stroking him in earnest. "Shannon!" This time, she moved over beside him, took his face in her hands and kissed him. "Darling, just relax and let it happen." "But, but, it's..." "This is father-daughter bonding of the most beautiful kind. You cannot imagine how important this is to her. She wants this in the worst way. If we stop her now, she will be crushed. Do this, please! For me. For us. For our family." He could hardly believe what he was hearing! This couldn't be right! Was this the lifestyle he had just bought into? Why was Janie acting like this? Was it that big a deal to her to have a father? But what normal girl jacks off her father? But what normal girl expresses such incredible love before she is even his daughter. Would he hurt her more by letting it happen or stopping it now? What had Greg said he heard from Jim: `Women rule' and `enjoy the ride?' Shannon loved him. She loved Janie so much she would have given him up for her. Would she ever let her daughter be hurt? No way. Women rule. Enjoy the ride. Let it happen. Oh, those hands! Those wonderful little hands! Like magic! Oh, shit, it's a big one! A monster! Aaaagh! When it was over, Janie climbed on him, ignoring the semen all over his front. She wrapped her arms around his neck again, lay herself on him, and started to sob. Huge, deep, wrenching sobs that tore right to his gut. He began stroking her gently, everywhere he could reach, especially that wonderful little ass. He spoke gentle assurances in her ear. Assurances of his love. Assurances of her beauty. Assurances of their wonderful future. He felt rather than saw Shannon and Terry snuggled beside him, crying. This scene went on and on for uncountable minutes. He didn't care. This was family. This was love. This was contentment. This was...getting him hard again. Something warm and wet engulfing him. Shannon's mouth! Growing. Growing. Whispering. Shannon talking to Janie. "Janie, Baby. Please move over a little bit. Let Mommy have a turn. Please, Baby." "I don't want to let him go, Mommy. Never, ever. Don't make me let go." "OK, Baby. Just let me move you over here so Mommy can get on." Heat! Tightness! Shannon had mounted him! "Shannon, the kids..." "...are going to see love in its most beautiful form." Janie's body was now off to his side, pressed tight against his arm, arms still around his neck. Shannon was pistoning up and down on him almost frantically. One breast rubbed across his face every stroke. He put his free hand under her bottom and started lifting her on her upstroke. He was able to bring up the arm with Janie on it so he could hold her breast and start rolling the nipple. She came twice before he emptied into her. They lay there and hugged and panted. Finally, they all got up and moved to the hot tub. It was rather difficult because Janie absolutely refused to release his neck. "I've got my Daddy. I'll always have him. I'll never be without my Daddy again." Shannon whispered in his ear, "It's like she's reverted to eight years old again. It's almost spooky." Finally feeling somewhat alert, he joked "Except for the hand job, you mean?" They laughed together, Janie ignoring them. Shannon stopped worrying about Janie. She cuddled up to him and asked. "How are you feeling about all this?" "Well, this was the strangest engagement party in history, for sure." She swatted his arm playfully. "Hey, I want to be serious now. I'm a little concerned we may have scared you off. Have we?" "My darling, I can't image what could possibly scare me off from you and the children. You were willing to change your lifestyle for me. Well, I am certainly just as willing to change for you. This is all so new to me. New, and honestly, wonderful. My big concern is Janie". He thought he felt Janie stiffen a little bit. "I love her so much it hurts, and I want to take care of her and protect her." Janie squirmed slightly and let out a soft hum. "But she is so damn sexy! I am afraid my lust will make me do something that will hurt her." Janie suddenly came fully alert, no longer the child, but the young woman. "Oh, Daddy, there are only two things you could do to hurt me: leave me, and not let me love you like we all love each other. I know you will never hurt me, you couldn't." "Anybody see where I put that ring?" Saturday It was a schizophrenic gathering Saturday night. The joy over Shannon's engagement was balanced against the concern over the upcoming plan for Kathy. At first, everyone assumed the party would be clothed. It was Caroline, no longer surprising, that killed that notion. She personally called Alex, told him of their gatherings, and insisted he attend. When she mentioned it was nude, he was scarcely surprised, and agreed to attend. Alex and Ted had never met, and it was a strange setting for their introduction. It was Alex who broke the slight tension by commenting that he had met many athletes in locker rooms in just this uniform. Shannon watched Caroline and Julia closely and felt a warm glow as she saw their nostrils flare and their nipples harden when they saw her man's body completely exposed. She still could hardly believe that magnificent creature was hers forever. Constantly on her mind was the yearning to get the pounds off and the muscles on so she could feel almost worthy to be seen with him. Alex could only listen as they went over final preparations for Kathy's immersion project. He watched with satisfaction as his Shannon became the obvious leader in the effort. Every time he was with her he discovered more of the strength that had first attracted him. Greg had said she was a force, and he certainly could see that. He had joked about wanting to see her naked when she reached her goals. He knew now how blessed he would be to see that body all his days. - - Pygmalion Project (10/13) Week 11,12 (MF) Week 11 Late July ----------------- Kathy slowly became aware of her nakedness. She started to panic, but there were hands all over her and soothing voices. They told her they loved her and wanted her to stay in the family. They told her Ted loved her and wanted her to be a real wife to him forever. But he couldn't love her and make her do this. It was so wrong, so indecent. She couldn't be here naked. Why had she taken off her clothes? She could not remember doing that. She only remembered Ted. And divorce. And Shannon. And Julia. And Caroline. Caroline!? She couldn't be naked! Caroline was a wonderful, modest, proper woman. She would never show her body to anyone. But..but it WAS Caroline. And she was naked. And she had no hair there, like Shannon. And like Julia. Why were they all naked? Why were they all bare down there? She could never show her privates without her hair. She was regaining full awareness now, and she was panicky about her circumstances. "Where are my clothes. How did you get my clothes off. Please give me my clothes. I want to put them on." "Here are your clothes, Kathy." Caroline handed her her neatly folded garments. On top was a single sheet of paper with a list of names and phone numbers. "What is this paper?," she asked as she set it aside and reached for her panties. "That is a list of divorce lawyers, Dear. If you put those panties on, you will have to call one of those lawyers to help with your divorce. Ted already has the best divorce lawyer in town, but these are very good." "I don't want a divorce lawyer! I don't want a divorce! I want to get dressed and go to my family! Please!" Julia took over from Caroline. "If you leave here, Kathy, your family will never exist anymore. If you leave here, you will have destroyed it." Tears were now cascading freely. The others felt tremendously sorry for her, but realized they must remain firm. "I didn't destroy my family! I love my family! I love my children! I love Ted! Why doesn't he love me anymore?" She broke into sobs. "Kathy, you took yourself away from Ted. You took your body away from him. He loves you and wants you, but he won't stay married to you if he can't have your body, too." Ted and the family and Greg had left about four in the afternoon. Ted had delivered his ultimatum, and Greg had told Kathy she must obey Shannon for a few days while he was gone. Far into the evening, the crying and the pleading continued. Shannon and Caroline were badly shaken by the pathetic scenes. Julia had to keep bolstering their resolve. They got Kathy into the pool and made her swim, threatening practically every stroke. They did not try for a work out or massage that night. Kathy drank some water, but ate nothing. By hot tub time, she had quieted considerably, but the whimpering never stopped. Caroline got into Kathy's bed in hopes of helping her get some sleep. Kathy kept insisting she could not sleep without some clothes on, but Caroline remained firm. She stroked Kathy's hair and back for what seemed like hours. Eventually, Kathy simply collapsed from exhaustion and despair. Monday When she finally regained consciousness in the morning, Kathy was bleary-eyed and subdued. Shannon had returned from her run, and Julia had left for her office. Alex had met Shannon at the end of Greg's drive, and both were frustrated to have to part there. They had all agreed on three full days before Greg returned, and Kathy was not to see Alex until the next week. Kathy did eat breakfast, again under constant threats. Shannon took her to the gym and started her working out. It was obvious she had never done any kind of exercise. The objections were constant until Shannon decided it was time to enforce order. She sat right in Kathy's face and used all the force of her personality. "Kathy, this is the end. From now on, I am going to say only one word - 'divorce.' That means if you don't stop disobeying immediately, Caroline is going to take you straight home so you can all a divorce lawyer. Do you understand?" Kathy started to argue, but Shannon snapped out the word with such a crack in her voice, Kathy recoiled as if slapped. She stared at Shannon with a scolded child look. The two were motionless for many long seconds. Shannon's face suddenly contorted and she began to cry. She took both of Kathy's hands in her own and spoke jerkily through her tears. "Kathy, please don't make me do this any more! I don't want to be your jailer! I don't want to punish you! I want to be your friend! Kathy, I've been through this. I know I can help you. Let's get through this together, OK?" It was a breakthrough moment. Shannon's tears were real, and they had a dramatic effect. Shannon and Caroline were astonished when Kathy pulled Shannon's head to her shoulder and stroked Shannon's hair, speaking words of comfort. Caroline recalled all the times Ted had mentioned Kathy's caring nature as one of the things he loved about her. Apparently, this instinct was extremely strong. The relationship between the two younger women had definitely changed. Kathy was still embarrassed and frightened whenever something new happened, but for the rest of the day, Shannon never had to say the word. When Kathy would freeze up, Shannon had only to say her name and she would regain control. Given a full week's lead time, Julia had been able to arrange for a woman doctor to come to the house, accompanied by a nurse and a good deal of equipment. Kathy was, of course, terrified at the prospect of the exam. Shannon and Caroline made sure one of them was always in contact with her, usually holding hands, but sometimes just resting a hand on a knee or shoulder. It had been a long time since Kathy's last exam, and Greg had told Julia to order everything that could be done at his house, regardless of cost. The nurse took several vials of blood for different panels of tests. They were able to set up an EKG over the phone. The gynecological and breast exams left Kathy in tears, but the others gentled her through them. They could not stop the doctor from a stern lecture on the necessity for frequent visits. Julia had briefed her colleague on the situation in general and on the nutrition and exercise that were planned for Kathy. The exam ended with clearance to begin exercising. The gym was strange and frightening to Kathy. It represented a world she wanted nothing to do with. Shannon almost had to use the 'D' word, but Caroline started doing every exercise first, and this did the trick. Kathy's admiration for her mother-in-law was huge. Even Caroline's nudity did not detract from it. She started at an even lower level than had Shannon, and was clearly exhausted when she finished. Because of her phobia, Kathy reacted to the massage table as if it was a torture bed. She flinched and cried at every touch for several minutes. Both Shannon and Caroline worked on her, reassuring her constantly. She did finally emit some soft moans when Shannon worked the muscles along her spine. When they told her to turn over, she pled with them, "You aren't going to touch my b...b...breasts, are you? You can't? I can't stand it!" She survived, of course, but she was badly shaken. They spent only enough time on them to work in the oil, and purposely avoid stimulating her. Kathy's rich dark bush was rampant and they avoided her crotch for this first time. That challenge could wait for another day. Kathy was clearly exhausted, so they told her to nap after showering off the oil. While she slept, Julia returned. As Julia went through her exercises, mother and daughter recounted the day's events and their impressions. She was excited about the episode when Shannon cried, and thought that could be important in the treatment. She instructed them to always portray Ted as heartbroken over the loss of his wife's love. When Yvonne stopped in, Kathy suffered another attack of embarrassment, but Yvonne did a marvelous job of acting completely natural with her. Yvonne, of course, knew the situation. Caroline and Yvonne had never met, so the two spent some time getting acquainted. Yvonne did not even ask about Caroline's nudity and her shaven pubis. By now, she recognized both as symbols of support for Shannon. She did, however, ask where Greg was, and seemed genuinely surprised to hear he had left just to allow Kathy time to adjust. Caroline watched the younger woman very closely, trying to read her interest in Greg. Kathy ate willingly, although she complained of being full. Julia explained to her that she was underweight, and needed to add some muscle mass. Kathy objected that she did not want to get fat or look like a body builder, and they assured her there was no risk of either. Julia left and Kathy had her first session on the treadmill. She actually walked quite effortlessly and was able to attain a decent speed. The four relaxed and chatted for the rest of the evening. Kathy entered in very little, but did respond when addressed directly, and did not complain at all. The traditional bedtime hot tub session just continued the conversation. Caroline slept in Kathy's bed again, but this time it took very little to get her to sleep. Tuesday It had been decide that Kathy's big shock for the day would be a pussy trim. The family had agreed that a bare crotch significantly increased the feeling of openness and vulnerability. However, they also agreed to let Kathy retain some hair above her mound if she chose. Caroline broke the news to Kathy, and asked her if she wanted to do it herself, or let them do it for her. Kathy was at first too horrified to even speak, much less decide. "But I'll be so exposed! I'll be even more naked! Everyone will see everything! That's not right! Please don't make me do this! Let me keep my hair!" "Kathy, dear, you have so much hair it's almost like wearing panties. Look at all of us! We're completely bare, and we're fine. You can do this, too." They let the tears and objections roll on for a while longer before Shannon simply spoke Kathy's name in a stern voice. Kathy knew the 'D' word would be next, and subsided. "Caroline, would you do it for me?" "Of course, dear. Would you like it completely bare like ours, or would you rather leave a little hair above?" "Oh, could you leave some, please?" "I think your dark hair against your pale skin will look very attractive. Good choice." Of course, this was a completely new assignment for Caroline, but she was determined to make the most of it. A key part of Julia's sensual immersion approach was to maximize attention to Kathy's body, both verbally and tactilely. They were to overwhelm her with so much touching that she could no longer even react. The hope was that fear would turn to acceptance and finally to enjoyment. The principle had been used effectively in other areas, but this was new territory. Caroline gave Shannon a quick grin as she started, Shannon assisting by reassuring Kathy and holding her legs as needed. With Kathy's legs spread wide, Caroline took her time wetting, then lathering the whole area, back beyond Kathy's anus. As she cautiously began shaving off the hair, she purposely pulled, squeezed and stroked the labia as much as she thought she dared. At times, she rested a knuckle against the clit and let it move back and forth with the shaving motions. After several minutes of this attention, Kathy began to react. She shivered several times, and her breathing quickened and became unsteady. Caroline rinsed off the area shaved bare, and went to work on the hair above the mound. In a short time, she had a neatly trimmed and shortened trapezoid. Kathy had calmed down considerably, but when Caroline rinsed and dried her whole crotch, then applied soothing lotion, she became agitated again. Both Caroline and Shannon could smell her arousal. This was very good news for there had been some fear Kathy had a physical problem preventing arousal. Caroline gave Shannon a brief questioning look, but Shannon shook her head. Caroline helped Kathy to her feet and lead her to the nearest full-length mirror. With a loud gasp, Kathy plunged her hands to her crotch and held them there. A stern 'Kathy' from Shannon got her to remove her hands but the still looked shaken. "Ooooh! I'm so exposed! I can't stand this!" "Hey, look at us! We survived! Besides, there's no one here but us girls. At least until tomorrow." "Wh...what do you mean about tomorrow?" "Greg's coming home tomorrrow night. This is his house, you know." "But...but... but he can't! He'll see me, and I'll just die! I can't stay here! He shouldn't see me! it's wrong!..." Shannon let her talk for a while, then worked to calm her down. "I can't let a man see my body. I don't even let Ted...." Upon saying that, she clapped her hand over her mouth in shock. "We know you don't let Ted see you, dear. That is why you are here. Poor Ted is just heartbroken that he can't look at his lovely wife like a normal husband does. He wishes he could be here to see you, but you don't want him to. He is afraid you don't love him anymore." Caroline laid it on heavily, following Julia's instructions. She then continued, talking openly about Kathy's body parts, also following Julia's direction. "And don't worry about Greg, dear. He will just love looking at your body. You have such a pretty pussy, now that it is all shaved and trimmed, and you can see your slit so clearly, and..." Kathy collapsed in a heap on the floor, and huddled there, shaking slightly and sniffling. Caroline sat down beside her and stroked her hair lightly. "Please, don't let Greg see me! I can't stand it, please! Why can't Ted come and see me instead? I will let him! I promise?" "Kathy, Dear, if Ted saw you, would you be afraid?" Kathy looked down, wrung her hands, and nodded. "Well, how would that make Ted feel? It would make him even more sad, wouldn't it. A wife is supposed to be happy for her husband to look at her. It should make her excited." "But I can never feel that way! Oooooh, it's over, isn't it? My life is over! If I don't have my family, my life is over! I love Ted! I want to be with him, but...but...I'm just so afraid. It's all over!" "Okay, dear. Let's get your clothes. I'll go with you and help you find a lawyer." "No! No! No! No! Then it would be really over! I don't want a divorce! Please, can't someone help me!?" Shannon now sat on the other side of Kathy and turned her sister-in-law's face toward her. "Kathy, we all want to help you. We want Ted to be happy, and he can't be happy until you are. You know Mom is a proper, modest woman, don't you?" Kathy nodded. "Well, this modest woman loves you and loves her son so much she is going to let everyone who sees you see her. Can you understand how much love that is?" Kathy just stared at her, face quivering. "Kathy, if Mom loves you enough to do that, don't you think you can do the things we tell you to? Julia is a very smart woman. She is sure this will help you not to be afraid. Julia was right about me. She will be right about you, too. If you do what we say, you will be happy and you will make Ted very, very happy. You want that, don't you?" "Ohh, I want to make Ted happy! I don't want to break his heart! But how can I do all these things? I'm so afraid!" "Together, Kathy, we'll all do them together." Hugs were still a way off for Kathy, but she did grab each of their hands. The rest of the day went by without any more outbursts. Especially during the massage, they could tell she was terrified, but she said nothing. Caroline began to see that this poor frightened woman had courage worthy of her son. There was also no doubt of her love for Ted. Wednesday The three women had finished supper when they heard Greg's car pull in. Kathy began shaking violently. It took both supporters to get her standing. While Caroline held onto her, Shannon hurried to the front door to intercept Greg. She gave him a quick hug and told him, "It's pretty bad, Greg. Make it very, very low key and short. We'll get to the body talk later." Greg came into the kitchen, stopped, and smiled broadly at Kathy. "Hi, Kathy. I'm glad you're here. I'd like to sit and talk to you for a while, but I have to put stuff away, then get right to the computer. I'll see you later in the hot tub." Caroline beamed at him and blew him a kiss. As he walked away, Kathy collapsed. Shannon had followed Greg and was able to step in and help hold her up. Julia came in shortly after Greg. When she walked naked into his office and closed the door, he just stared. "If you get any thinner and any firmer, I won't be able to stand it! My God, Julia, you're a walking wet dream!" "Wet dream! What a waste!" She unzipped him, pulled out his already hardening cock and sat right down on it. "THIS is the way to get rid of excess cum!" This was one of the many things he loved about Julia - her unabashed and open love for sex. She had taken him sitting on his lap several times, including their very first. She loved having her breasts right at his face. He in turn loved having those wonderful globes easily accessible to his eager mouth. She sat still for a while, moving only her internal muscles on him. He used his mouth and both hands on her breasts. Grabbing his arms for a moment, she raised them up over his head, took off his shirt, then pressed their bare chests together, wriggling her torso to increase the stimulation. Greg placed his hands on her knees and ran them slowly up her legs, over her hips and waist, and back to the outsides of her breasts. Instead of stopping there, though, he continued his stroke up over her shoulders, down her back to her ass, then over her hips and back to her knees. He started repeating the same journey over and over, with greater intensity. Julia's breathing quickened and her squirming became constant. She started stroking up and down on him. When she started moaning softly, Greg put one hand between them and began rubbing her clit. With the other hand he reached around her and began teasing her anus. He used his grip on her to help accentuate her up and down motion. She was soon writing and moaning on his lap, and eventually came with a heavy jerk, following by numerous convulsions. He strengthened his own thrusting, fairly bouncing her wilting body on his cock until he unloaded into her. Afterward, she pulled his head into the cradle between her breasts, laying her head on top of his and playing gently with his hair. He caressed all the smooth skin of her back, hips, and shoulders. They enjoyed the affectionate stillness until their breathing returned to normal. Always playful, Julia broke the silence with, "Now you don't have to strip for the hot tub, Lover. Are you ready?" "I'll never be able to do it as easily as you do. It's for a good cause, though, so... How is she doing? She looked like she might have a coronary when I walked in." "She is even more afraid than we knew. She is starting to understand why this is necessary, though. There were a couple of important breakthroughs today. No key, yet, but it's only the second day. You know, Caroline is crucial to this whole plan. Kathy absolutely worships her mother-in-law! Strangest thing ever! Caroline can gentle her and reason with her. She and Shannon have worked out a natural good-cop, bad-cop routine. I hope Caroline can stick it out for the six weeks." "If that's what it took to help Ted, she would be here for six months, naked." "Hmm, she would, wouldn't she." ***** Greg remembered as a child reading stories where the fair maiden swooned when the handsome knight appeared. He never gave the stories much credence until that night. Kathy was already seated in the hot tub, and Greg walked around so he was directly in her view before dropping his towel and exposing his genitals. Kathy nearly fainted and would have slid under the water if Shannon had not been there to steady her. The other women had a struggle to suppress their laughter, but succeeded. Greg stepped in, sat down calmly, and started normal conversation. Kathy was unable to speak at all for some time, and then could only provide monosyllabic responses. When it was time to get out, Greg stepped out first and purposely put on a little display, facing Kathy and drying his hair while talking to Shannon. Kathy needed help getting out of the tub, her gaze was so fixed on Greg. Later, Julia teased him mercilessly about his hypnotic effect on women. He was about to comment that at least some were immune, but decided not to introduce the subject of Yvonne. Caroline decided to spend one more night in Kathy's bed, but since Kathy was practically sleepwalking already, she did not have to help her to sleep. Saturday Things had progressed smoothly since Wednesday evening when Greg returned. Thursday evening, Kathy was at least able to say a few words to Greg in the hot tub. By Friday evening, she actual conversed with him. He, in turn had increased the 'body talk' throughout the days. Julia wanted to keep Kathy constantly aware of her body, either by touch or by talk. Greg complemented her or asked her questions, particularly about her breasts, ass, or pussy. Shannon and Caroline no longer avoided her pubis during massages, stroking her there just until they sensed the first sign of arousal. In addition to the massage, they applied sunscreen to her at least once a day, also making sure no area was missed. Jim's arrival on Saturday afternoon was another shock for Kathy. She idolized him almost as much as Caroline. In discussions about Kathy, without her present, of course, it was observed that she looked at them as more her parents than her biological mother and father. She visited with her own mother often, and was greatly influenced by her, damaged, even. However, just like Greg, she seemed to sense that the senior Randolphs represented the parental ideal. Kathy was able to stand in front of Jim when he arrived, but needed support, and was unable to talk. Jim joined in the 'body talk,' hesitantly at first, but gaining confidence. When Shannon insisted that Jim massage Kathy after her workout, Kathy nearly disintegrated. There was a tearful rerun of the discussion Tuesday on the floor in front of the mirror. It took over twenty minutes to get her on the table. She shuddered violently at Jim's first few touches. Julia and Caroline had coached Jim carefully, and Caroline clung tightly to him as he worked, encouraging and instructing him. He spoke soothingly as he rubbed in the oil, telling her he loved her, that her body felt so nice, and that Ted was lucky to have such a lovely wife. Caroline had been the recipient of many erotic massages, so this was not a strange activity for him. He worked slowly and sensuously on her back and legs before moving to her buttocks. As he first touched her bottom, she jerked and gasped. The sheer pleasure of his hands soon had her relaxed and even humming softly, however. There was another crisis when he told her to roll over. This had happened enough with the women, though, that she seemed to almost forget it was Jim. When he got to her breasts, Caroline got aggressive and insisted he stay on them, then prodded him into teasing and rolling her nipples. The cumulative effect of the massage and the attention to her breasts had Kathy very aroused. She stared up at Jim with longing masking the fear in her eyes. The odor of her arousal was very apparent, and she was squirming constantly. "Do her pussy, now!," Caroline instructed. "Sweetheart, I can't touch her there! I would feel unfaithful to you!"" "It's for Ted, Darling. Do it with my blessing. Please!"" Jim oiled up his hands heavily and started with Kathy's upper thighs and the front of her hip bones, working toward her pussy. She reflexively opened her legs as she squirmed, thrusting her pubis toward his hands. She was panting openly now. Oiling up once more, he placed his hand right on her labia and stroked upward. Once. She crashed into an orgasm! Totally stunned, but acting on instinct, Jim used his well-honed skills to keep her rolling for many, many seconds. As soon as she had started to convulse, Caroline knelt over her and pulled Kathy's head to her bare bosom, talking softly to her all the while. Kathy got a strangle hold on Caroline's neck as she bounced and lurched on the table. When it seemed like her ecstasy would never end, Kathy went totally limp, her eyes partially rolled back. Jim hurried to the rack by the hot tub, brought back one of the giant towels, and wrapped Kathy in it. The late afternoon was still very warm, but he didn't want to take a chance with shock. When she was wrapped securely, he picked her up and carried her to the family room couch. She was so limp, Caroline had to hold her head to protect her neck. Nearly a minute after passing out, Kathy opened her eyes, and look questioningly back and forth between the husband and wife. "Did I?...Was that?... Ohhh, I'm so ashamed!" "Kathy, Dear, that was an absolutely wonderful orgasm. There is nothing to be ashamed of." "But I shouldn't... You shouldn't... I mean, only Ted should do that." "Kathy, Dear, do you let Ted do that for you?" It pained Caroline deeply to ask such a hurtful question at that time, but she knew it could have a tremendous impact. "I... I... Waaaaaa!....." Kathy deteriorated into wrenching sobs, so strong she nearly lost her breath. On and on she cried, pausing just once to say, "Ohhh, I've been so terrible, haven't I?" Then, the sobbing continued for many more minutes. Jim picked her up, cradling her head on his shoulder like a child, and took her to her bed. He laid her on top of the covers, still wrapped in the towel. Caroline closed all the blinds, and they left Kathy to sleep. Supper was rather somber, especially for that group. Both the parents were very quiet, clinging to each other. Julia asked Caroline why she felt down, and Caroline told her of the conversation that had caused Kathy to break down. "Caroline, I know how you hate to hurt anyone, but your question was perfect. We have honest-to-goodness remorse in just one week. That is far better progress than I could ever have hoped for. Jim, you probably feel like you have betrayed both your wife and your son, right?" He only nodded in reply. "Well, there's not too much I can say. I know how it goes against your beliefs. Just remember Shannon and the hug. Look at the tremendous good that came of that violation of your code. This was important too, Jim. Don't think of it as betraying Ted. Think of it as restoring his lost wife. As for betraying Caroline, I'll bet she told you just what to do, didn't she?" Another nod. "I think we should all rejoice for one step closer to a normal, happy family for Ted. They both thanked Julia for her reassurances, but the mood lightened only marginally. It was late, and they were all in the hot tub when Kathy reappeared. Shannon immediately raced to the kitchen. Caroline nudged Jim, and he went to Kathy, naked, took her hand, and escorted her into the tub. Kathy stared hard at Jim's genitals, but she made no visible reaction of shock. Shannon brought out Kathy's dinner, and almost forcefully fed it to her right there in the tub. Kathy had said not a word by the time she finished eating. With a disapproving stare at Greg to make sure he didn't comment, Julia asked Kathy, "Kathy, how do you feel right now?" "I feel like a failure as a wife and mother! I love Ted, but I'm hurting him! I don't want to hurt him, but I'm so afraid. He thinks I'm hurting the girls, too." "Kathy, if Ted was here now, would you let him see you and touch you? Would you be afraid?" Kathy started crying all over again. This time, though, she rested her head on Caroline's shoulder. It was significant because she had never sought such contact before. Week 12 Early August -------------------- Sunday Things were moving so well, it was decided that Kathy's children should come for their normal Sunday outing. Kathy was told, and was, of course, horrified at the thought of her children seeing her naked. There was another long, emotional discussion, and it was now clear that this process would be necessary at each step of Kathy's escalating sensual exposure. As before, the horror of divorce was motive enough to get her to do just about anything. They had debated about just springing it on her Sunday, but decided she had progressed enough to deserve this consideration. The question of Caroline's nudity was brought up, and everyone agreed that she should dress. Everyone but Caroline, that is. She was adamant that her support for her daughter and daughter-in-law was not just for the easy situations. She was sticking it out. Once she was reconciled to her kids seeing her, Kathy asked if Ted was coming. When told that he was not, her expression was a mix of relief and disappointment. By agreement of the others, Kathy was alone on the patio when Greg brought her children. She was near tears with embarrassment when they all piled onto her. The girls had been carefully instructed not to acknowledge their mother's lack of clothes. Sean probably did not notice. At first contact, Kathy seemed to recoil a bit, then grabbed a child with each arm, hugged fiercely, and, of course, cried. Moist eyes and sniffles from the girls indicated that they were not acting. By this time, all the others, Greg, Shannon, Carolyn, Jim, and Julia, had gathered at the patio door. There were more than a few moist eyes in that group, as well. Caitlin took the lead and started right away with the body talk. "Mom, you have a very nice body! I'm glad we can finally get to see it. I like looking at you." Kathy was taken aback at first, but then thanked her eldest and gave her another hug. "H...how is your father?" The girls had been instructed on their response to this line of questioning, also. Caitlin again acted as spokeswoman. "Oh, he's fine. He's working an awful lot, though. I think it's because he is so sad that you're not there. He doesn't hardly smile anymore." Kathy looked on the verge of tears, but held it back. She did not ask any more about Ted. Inside the family room, Caroline said softly, "I think this is the right time,", opened the patio door and walked out. The girls had not been rehearsed for this part. Both looked shocked when they first saw their naked grandmother. It was Jordan this time who spoke. "Wow, Grams! You are really beautiful! How come you are naked?" "Well, Dear, your Mom and your Aunt Shannon have to be naked, and I want to show that I love them and support them, so I'm going naked, too. Thank you for the complement." Caitlin and Jordan looked at each other briefly, seemed to share a signal, and within seconds shed their clothes. Kathy let out a shriek. "Girls! What are you doing? Get your clothes back on! Your Grandfather and Greg are here! They will see you. Please! Hurry!" "It's OK, Mom! If they see you, they can see us, too. We love you, and we want to support you just like Grams. We're not getting dressed until we leave!" If the earlier scene was emotional, what followed was off the scale. Kathy was concerned and upset about her girls displaying themselves. But she was far more touched by their symbolic act of love and support. The rest of the group eventually wandered out onto the patio. When the men first appeared, Kathy looked as if she wanted to shield her daughters from their gaze, but Caroline again was right beside her, soothing and reassuring. The men overdid themselves complementing Kathy on the beauty of her children and how they must have gotten it from her. Everyone worked hard to keep the body talk flowing. Sean provided the best comic relief of the day. He had been playing by himself in the pool, oblivious to the emotions whirling around him. Long after everyone was on the patio, he got out of the pool and noticed his naked sisters for the first time. He wore a puzzled look for a moment, shrugged his little shoulders, and took off his suit. With a mischievous grin, he faced the group, spread his arms, and sang out "Ta daaaa!" Even Kathy joined in the hearty laughter that followed. After a good deal of whispered conversation among all the adults but Kathy, Julia and the men went into the house and returned naked. Shannon and Caroline had put themselves right beside Kathy, expecting a strong reaction, which indeed came. "No, wait! You can't... The girls shouldn't... Oh, no!" "It's OK, Kathy. Believe me, it's OK. We're all family here. We care for each other. Nobody is going to be hurt. This is good for your girls to learn about men from men who love them. Just relax. It's OK." Kathy responded surprisingly well this time, perhaps being too emotionally spent to become agitated one more time. She observed the girls' wide-eyed fascination with Jim's body. Had she been more aware, she might have wondered why Greg did not receive similar attention. Jordan went to the diving board and began a long series of dives. Some were very difficult and she had some awkward failures. Many, though, were nearly perfect. Kathy watched silent and motionless for quite a while. Finally, Jordan hit a difficult spin dive perfectly. Kathy stood up and clapped. Jordan saw this, ran to her mother, and hugged her. Kathy returned the hug 'politely' at first, but Jordan put a hand on her mother's bottom and pulled their bellies tight together. Kathy did not resist and looked very happy when the hug broke The three other naked women were beaming in the background, and Shannon and Greg exchanged high-fives. It was another breakthrough moment. Later in the afternoon, the girls attended Kathy as she worked out. Caroline was also there. When Kathy was finished, Caroline told her the girls were going to give her a massage. Kathy looked at her with wide eyes and quivering lip, but did not object. The girls had learned enough from Terry's massages to make it very pleasurable and relaxing for their mother. There had been considerable group discussion about how far the girls should take things. It was left up to Caroline to decide on the spot. When Kathy turned onto her back, it became obvious that her arousal was building rapidly with both girls working on her. Caroline whispered to each of them and they nodded. As they began stimulating Kathy with serious intent, she started to object, but Caroline was right there whispering in her ear. "It's OK, Kathy, Dear. Let it happen. This is very important to your girls. Don't disappoint them. Just relax and let them love you." Kathy was still agitated, but Caroline kept up the reassurances until Kathy lost the power to object. It did not happen as suddenly as with Jim the night before, but when it came, the intensity was at least as great. Once again, she lost consciousness for a short time. When she awoke, she suffered an attack of remorse. "Oh, Caitlin and Jordan! I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have let you do that. It's wrong. I...I..." "Shhh, Mom. Did it feel good?" "Oh, it felt, it felt wonderful, but..." "Then, please, be happy. We haven't had many chances to make you feel good. It made us very happy. Please, be happy with us." Kathy just looked from one to the other, unable to say anything. Each girl held one of her hands, and she gave both a squeeze to signal her acceptance. At supper on the patio, Shannon announced that she really missed her family. She asked Kathy if Alex and the children could come and spend the night. Janie and Terry had been staying at Ted's, so it would be easy to get them to Greg's. Shannon's request had not been discussed with the others, and everyone hung on Kathy's next words. "But...but...Terry's a boy, and... and I'm naked, and..." "Kathy, Terry sees me naked every Thursday. It's OK. He loves you and he understands." "Then, the...the girls will have to leave, or...or get dressed, 'cause..." "No, Mom, we want to stay and stay naked. It's OK. We've been naked with Terry before." "You...you have!? When?....Ohhh! Thursday!" "Yes, Mom! It has been just wonderful. Janie and Terry are such neat cousins. Terry is a hunk and he is such a gentleman with us. Just wait 'til you see him, Mom. He's just gorgeous!" "Oooohhhh! I don't know. This is all so much! So different! I've never... I don't know what's right anymore. I don't want to do wrong things, but... Caroline?" Her respect for her mother-in-law showed through again as she looked to Caroline for reassurance. "Kathy, Terry is a wonderful young man. He treats his sisters and his cousins just like Jim treats me. Shannon, call your family and get them over here!" "Thanks, Mom. Uhhh, do you want to dress before Terry and Alex get here." "Oh, Honey, all the rest of the family has seen me. Why not make it a clean sweep. Truth be told, I get a real thrill from the way all my men react to this old body. And I am getting wet thinking about seeing your Alex in the hot tub again. Ooooh, I can't believe I said that!" "Julia, how about you?" "I'm feeling like maybe I should go home and leave this to the family." Caroline spoke sternly, "Don't you dare leave if that is the reason. You have done so much for us, I declare you an honorary family member. Any dissenters? Done. Now, if you want to leave or get dressed for dignity or privacy reasons, feel free. Otherwise, join the fun. I'm sure young Terry's eyeballs will pop out when he sees you." "Caroline Randolph, shame on you! I thought I had developed a bit of an exhibitionistic streak, but you are way ahead of me. OK, I'll stay, and I'm not dressing!" Within barely an hour, Alex arrived with Janie and Terry. Terry had not been told his grandmother would be naked. He was stunned when he first saw her. Caroline was extremely composed and gracious, telling him how proud she was of her handsome grandson and how he treated his sister and cousins. When he could speak, he told her he could see where his mother and sister got their beauty. He was hesitant when Caroline hugged him, and he did get hard. She, as usual, was able to defuse his embarrassment. Her first naked encounter with Terry was another traumatic moment for Kathy. To her credit, she stood and faced him courageously, although she was unable to speak. Terry had been prepared, and he immediately greeted his aunt with some polite body talk. As he spoke, he began to get hard. With almost no embarrassment, he apologized and told her it was because of seeing her. This made her gasp, but her stare at his erection was as fixed as Caitlin's had been. Throughout the rest of the evening, Terry was extremely attentive to Kathy, and she was eventually able to talk with him, although she still had trouble looking at anything but his cock. Kathy met Alex with surprising aplomb, although her nostrils flared noticeably at her first sight of him. Alex was able to provide some complementary body talk and did an admirable job of appearing relaxed and friendly. Later, he caught Kathy alone, and was able to draw a smile from her as he joked about the Randolph's and their new fascination with nudity. Kathy was able to step out of her self-absorption and congratulate Alex on their engagement. Alex mentioned this to Julia who considered it another breakthrough. Eleven bodies were too many for even Greg's large hot tub. As it grew late, the kid's went off by themselves - (Sean had been returned to Ted.) Greg had put some pleasant music on the house system, and the three men and four women settled into the tub. There was a congenial silence for quite a long time. Jim had decided to stay over and drive in to work later in the morning. When a waltz tune came on, he stood, held out his hand to Caroline, and asked her to dance. She made a show of bowing, took his hand, and let him help her from the tub. Bare feet on a wood deck did not make the best situation for dancing, but the two were so striking together that the others were transfixed. It was Kathy that spoke first. "Ooohh, that is beautiful! But, they shouldn't... I mean..." Confused, Greg asked Kathy to dance with him. "No thank you, Greg. I couldn't. It's...it's not right to....I..." Julia was suddenly alert. With surreptitious eye and hand motions, she signaled the others to leave her alone with Kathy. When the other three had gone, she began skillfully probing into Kathy's strange reaction to the dancing. For almost an hour, the two talked earnestly, moving out of the hot tub when they started to overheat. Sensing something important, everyone else, including the children, vanished completely. When Julia's conversation with Kathy finally wound down, Julia found Caitlin and Jordan and had them take their mother to bed. Janie and Terry were also directed to their sleeping spots. Julia gathered the rest of the adults in the family room to brief them on her talk with Kathy. "Folks, we've found the key!" she said with obvious glee. "But, before I go farther, thank you, Caroline, for encouraging me to stay tonight. I would have missed this otherwise. And I also need to say that I have never seen such rapid progress in my whole career - first with you, Shannon, and now with Kathy. It is only the awesome love, caring, and support of this family that has made this happen." "Amen to that!" Shannon interjected. "I can't tell you how privileged I feel to witness this. Now, to Kathy. Dancing is the key!" She went on to explain how Kathy, an only child, had been a dancing prodigy as a child. Just after puberty, her mother became incensed at the suggestive positions and costumes she saw on televised dance shows. She cut Kathy off totally, banning her even from school dances. Her mother passed down her own body phobia to her daughter. Her mother's natural domineering personality added further to the scarring of the young girls psyche, planting the seeds for her current problem. Kathy loved to dance. She still loved it, but her love had been submerged under the guilt heaped on by her mother. "Tonight, after only one week, I believe Kathy's body phobia has been overcome. I believe she could happily give herself to Ted. However, she is not yet a whole person." She went on to explain what she meant. "Ted doesn't not want a Kathy who just submits, even if she does it happily. He deserves a wife who occasionally rapes him." This got a subdued chuckle. "Kathy has that in her, and I want to give Ted that Kathy. She needs something that makes her feel strong and victorious, and I believe dancing can provide that. Here is what we need to do." One more long planning discussion took place. ***** Kathy had been very reluctant when the girls told her they were going to sleep with her, and naked, besides. When they cuddled right up to her, though, she could not deny the feeling of love and contentment that flowed through her. She had completely used up her store of tears that day, but the feeling was still there as put her arms around both girls and drew them tight to her. Caitlin spoke gently in her mother's ear. "Mom, we have been sleeping like this with Daddy while you were gone." Kathy gasped, stiffened, and started to sit up. "No, no, no, Mom! We haven't been doing anything bad. We just love him so much and he loves us. His skin feels so wonderful against us, just like yours does now. It's not dirty or bad, Mom, it's loving and beautiful." "But, you know, Mom," Jordan continued. "Daddy really wishes it was you cuddled up to him. Feeling his warm skin and his love. Don't you want that too, Mom?" Monday Greg was up early Monday morning compiling a list of local dance studios and dance instructors. Jim got up about the same time and left for a day of work, planning to return for supper. It had been decided that the bustle and activity of the children being around was good for Kathy, so everyone was staying. Julia was still in Greg's bed, but would be heading off later. His search turned out to be rather discouraging. The first eight places he visited, he did not even tell them what he was looking for. Either the facility was too shabby or the contact person did not give him any confidence. It was time to break for lunch when he made one more stop. This turned out to be a studio for training serious dancers, particularly ballet. He doubted there would be a fit here, but followed through, anyway. He was able to meet the proprietor, a very regal woman of about sixty, obviously a former dancer. She had an open face and lively eyes that just encouraged him to tell her what he needed. She listened quietly as he told her he needed a male instructor several hours a day and a female instructor evenings for about three weeks. He further stated the extreme need for discretion on the part of the man. She told him she did not think she could provide what he was looking for - it was not the kind of business they did. Resigned to another washout, he stood and thanked her for her time and told her he would have to keep looking. For some unknown reason, he blurted out, "My biggest disappointment is that this is not really about dancing, but about saving a marriage." The woman immediately asked him to explain what he meant by that. He told her it was very private and sensitive, and it would be best not to talk about it to people who were not involved. "Please, I would like to hear more," she told him. "If what you say is true, I will find a way to help. I think you know I will be discrete or you would not have told me this much." "Can you break for lunch? I will explain it over a meal." In the time before her next class, he laid out the whole story of Shannon and Kathy, even telling her about the nudity. She particularly questioned him about his own role and his reasons for being involved. When he finished, her eyes were moist and she searched in her purse for a tissue. In the brief time they talked about her, he found out she had indeed been a professional dancer, and had saved enough money to open her studio upon retirement eight years before. Her name was Elisabeth Rutherford, and she was sixty-one. He told her he did not know the extent of Kathy's dance training or expertise. "I do know that Ted is an excellent athlete, so he has basic coordination. He also sang in the school chorus, so there must be some musical ability there. His daughter is extremely talented." "This is a strange assignment, but I am willing to teach Ted for as many hours as he can devote. I'm sure I can at least make him comfortable in a ballroom setting. I have a dear friend that I think can help Kathy. He is a bit older than I am, and a widower. He has never been a professional performer, but a very, very good ballroom dancer. He is an absolute gentleman and very discrete. He spends his time now helping people any way he can." "I have not mentioned it, but I am willing to pay very well for your help." "I appreciate that, and I must admit I am not in a position to turn down a reasonable fee. Do not even suggest a payment to my friend, though. He would be terribly insulted. Let me call him and relay your story. Would that be alright?" "Please do. Also, here is the card of my psychiatrist friend who has played a key role with both these women. Hopefully, she can put to rest any concerns about the propriety of what we are doing." "After meeting you and hearing the story, I have no concerns. Can I call you later today?" "I look forward to it. I am going straight home from here." Greg had barely returned home when the phone rang. A steady, resonant voice said, "This is Gerald Magnusson. I was referred to you by Elisabeth. I am intrigued by what you are doing. I would love to help. As she told you, I am not a dance professional, but I have done both teaching and judging for ballroom dancing. I'm sure I can help." "I assume Elisabeth told you your student will be naked?" "Yes, she did. I'm sure we can work through that circumstance." "Did she also mention there will be one or more other naked women present?" "She did say that. I would like to discuss with you the reasons for that, but that can wait. Would you like to meet with me before you make a decision?" "Gerald, unless I am completely fooled by Elisabeth, I think I would trust my fortune to you on her recommendation. No meeting is necessary. I am very grateful for your willingness to help." "You have read Elisabeth perfectly. She is an exceptional woman. When would you like the lessons to start?" They arranged for him to come out at ten Tuesday morning. He then called Elisabeth and set up Tuesday night for Ted's first lesson. Next, he called Ted and told him what had happened to his next three weeks of evenings. Greg had to volunteer to run shuttle duty for some of the girls' activities, but Ted was willing to do anything once he heard of Kathy's great progress. Telling Kathy was a task best left for Shannon and Caroline. He spent a long time briefing them on everything he had arranged. Both were concerned about the stranger he had not met, but he was able to convince them it would be OK. Next, they brought in Kathy and told her the plan. She was more upset than she had been in several days, and it took a half hour to work through. The only reason they succeeded was her barely hidden enthusiasm for a chance to dance again. At the end, she shocked them all with a non-negotiable demand. "Caroline, I will only agree if you promise to be dressed when he is here. Otherwise, I guess it will be a divorce." "But Kathy, Dear, I committed to support you all the way. I am willing to do this for you." "I know you are, and your support, both of you, has been an incredible help. But, Caroline, I have respected you as my own mother all these years. I just could not live with myself if you exposed yourself to a complete stranger. I don't need that kind of support anymore. And Shannon, I really wish you would dress, too." "Kathy, I treasure your respect. Thank you for being concerned about me. I will agree to dress, but only while your teacher is here. Shannon, will you agree, too." "Mom, Kathy, I said I would stick this out until I reached my goals. But now, I have to think of Alex. He would feel better if I kept my nudity in the family. I will agree for him. Someone will have to run out and get me some clothes." With that settled, Kathy's plan was ready for the next stage. ***** Greg and Terry were the only males present when Yvonne arrived, and Greg was the only person dressed. Alex and Jim would both arrive later. Yvonne met Caroline and saw the naked kids out by the pool. "What is this? Greg's harem? How come you get to stay dressed and all the women have to be naked? That doesn't seem fair!" Greg stared at her for a long moment, then started undressing. He removed his shirt and shoes and was unbuckling his shorts when Yvonne spoke. "Greg, stop it! What are you doing?" "Well, I don't like being accused of being unfair to women. I'm just trying to be fair." "Please, don't! I'm sorry! I... I... Oh, dammit!" Greg re-zipped his shorts and picked up his shirt and shoes. "OK, I'll leave you to your planning." Yvonne's face cycled through several shades of color behind him as he left the room. Julia had been there through the whole exchange and hurried out after Greg. "Greg, wait. Don't leave her like that. She feels bad." "Julia, I'm sorry, but she's your patient, not mine. It seems like every time I see her, she ambushes me from a different angle. I could never enjoy being with her! I'd always be ducking for cover." "Don't be too hard on her, please. It's just that she's had..." "Julia, you aren't supposed to tell me that, so please don't. If she wants to tell me, I'd be delighted to listen. That would be communication. I like that in a woman. All she's doing now is putting me through a test whenever she sees me. If she's still upset about Shannon and the nudity, why doesn't she just say so and quit, instead of taking it out on me." "God, Greg! I haven't seen you this upset since...well, for a long time. Either Yvonne has gotten you very angry, or you care about her a lot and you're just frustrated." "Julia, you don't play fair at all. You know I can't get be angry with you, and you hit me with a low blow." "Sorry, Lover, sometimes the shrink in me comes out even when I don't want it to. Friends?" "Much more than that. Come here." They exchanged a loving hug. Greg went off to the study, and Julia went to dress, as she could not stay the night. ***** The hot tub session broke up very quickly that evening. As everyone got up to leave, Greg was about to join them when Caroline put her arm around him and asked him to stay with her a minute. "Greg, Honey, you haven't seemed quite yourself tonight. Anything, or anyone, you want to talk about?" "Thanks, Mom, but no, nothing in particular." "Well, how about I bring you out something to drink and you can have some time here by yourself? What would you like?" Solitude seemed very appealing, so he thanked Caroline and told her his choice. He had been alone for only a few minutes when he heard someone padding barefoot across the deck from behind him. He was totally surprised when a naked Yvonne stood before him on the opposite edge of the pool. The light was dim, but the sight was still breathtaking. "May I join you, Greg?" He fairly croaked out "Please do. Uh, why are you naked. You didn't have to." "I heard this was the late night dress code for your hot tub. Sh...should I go get a suit on?" "No, Yvonne. You are incredibly beautiful. Please, sit down." When she was seated, he asked, "This was all set up, wasn't it?" Yvonne stood up and started to climb out of the pool. This view was just as spectacular. "I'm sorry, Greg. I'll leave. All I seem able to do is upset you." "Yvonne, wait, please! Don't go. I'm sure Julia and Caroline did it hoping to help me. I'm not angry with you." She hesitated, then sat down again. "Believe me, I have never been angry with you. I just feel like I'm always on trial when I'm around you. I just don't know what you want from me." "I'm not sure I know either, Greg. There are a lot of things about myself I'm not sure of, and it frightens me. Look, I'm Julia's patient, and I'm guessing you are or were too, right? Would it be OK if we told each other our stories? Maybe if you hear my story, you won't think I'm being such a jerk." "Oh, I'd never think of you as a jerk. Do you want to be Julia first, or shall I?" For an hour and a half, they shared their stories. He turned the temperature way down so they could stay in the tub longer. Yvonne came from an extremely traditional Hispanic family. Her parents expected early marriage and lots of grandchildren. She loved sports and wanted a college education and a career. She had male cousins who engaged in every form of sexual harassment on her short of rape. Her parents would not listen to her. Both to fend off the marriage expectations and to punish her parents, she declared herself a lesbian. She was kicked out of home, and scratched and clawed her way through college. She was a top student, and was able to establish an excellent business. She had spent two years with Julia, and this had pulled her out of deep depression. She had never had a lesbian experience. Greg told his story, and they asked questions back and forth. "Greg, I'm twenty-eight. I've never had sex with anyone, man or woman. I've never spent an adult night in bed with another person. I've never been brought to orgasm by another person. I might as well be just hitting puberty. A whole chunk of my life is missing. Julia helped me a lot with the anger and depression. Now, I want to experience the things I've missed." "Do you still consider yourself a lesbian?" "I never really have. It was a defensive disguise." "Are you asking me to help you discover sex?" There was a long silence, then, "Yes, I am. Will you?" There it was! He had been attracted to this woman since he first met her. Now he was in a no win situation. He was going to hurt her. No matter how he responded, he was going to hurt her. Would it be by omission or commission? Which would hurt her least? Which would hurt him least? "What do you think my answer will be?" Now it was Yvonne's turn for a long pause. ""I think you will say no." "Why would I say no?" "Because you aren't attracted to me." "Yvonne!" "What?" "You don't need to fish for complements. Why would I say no?" "I...I guess I don't know why?" "Yvonne, do you want me to say yes or say no?" "Damn you, Greg!!" She was up and out of the hot tub so fast he hardly got a look at her lovely form. He did not try to stop her. He rested his head back against the edge and tried not to think. Within five minutes, Julia slipped in next to him. He squeezed her hand when she took his. "You're not surprised?" "I have lost the capacity for surprise, Gorgeous." "At least your aesthetic sense is still intact." "As are all these wonderful curves!" He playfully stroked her breasts and hips. They were silent and still for a while. "Guess I really outsmarted myself this time, huh?" "I'm afraid so. What did you think would happen?" "I HOPED two wounded friends of mine would find a way to heal each other. Too big a reach." "Yvonne is a terrific nutritionist who has done a great job for us. Period. End of story. I'm sorry I couldn't help her." "And I'm sorry she couldn't help you." "Am I in such bad shape?" "No, you're in fine shape. As long as you don't mind spending the rest of your life single." Greg made no reply and helped Julia from the tub. As they were drying off, Julia showed she had not given up. "Greg, you have a strong drive to help people. I am amazed at what you are willing to do for Shannon and Kathy. I've seen you with others before. What is it about Yvonne? Why are you not willing to go out of your way to help her? Yvonne is a wonderful woman who has been through a lot and achieved a lot. Until she came to me, she had not had a single honest-to-goodness friend in her life." "How was I to know she wanted a friend? She seemed more interested in a sparring partner." "She doesn't know anything about friends. She is always on guard against the bad things that have happened before. That's not sparring, that her defensive perimeter. Can you image the kind of things a woman with her looks has to fend off? You know about friends. Why can't you teach her?" They were walking slowly toward the house at this point. "Now you've made me feel like a jerk!" "I was going for that." The sound of his hand against her bare ass sounded like a pistol shot in the night stillness. Tuesday Greg left Tuesday morning without taking his usual run. He had found a florist shop that was open early, and had them make up a bouquet. He had written a note, but hoped he would not have to use it. Julia had grudgingly given him Yvonne's home address, so he drove there, found where her car was parked, and parked nearby. He could not believe how nervous he was. This was worse than picking up his prom date. He tried not to startle Yvonne when she came to her car, but was not completely successful. Her look told him she was not at all happy to see him, although her face softened considerably when she saw the flowers. "Yvonne, I have to confess I don't even know what things you like to do. The baseball team is in town tonight. Would you let me take you to dinner and the game?" She looked at him, expressionlessly, before asking "Do you think we can make that work, Greg?" "I will devote myself to making you smile, not making you angry. Look, we talked for a long time last night before we, uh..." "Yeah, I know. We did, didn't we?" "Yes, we did. And I liked it. A lot. I think we can get along, and I want to try. Will you go with me tonight?" She flashed him a brief, but radiant smile. "Yes, I'd like that." "And that will be my incentive." "What?" "To get a lot more smiles like that one." This time, she blushed. They arranged a time for him to pick her up, and she went back in to take care of the flowers. He left to get ready for Gerald's arrival. ***** Greg met Gerald Magnusson at the door. Gerald was a man best described as imposing. He was not physically dominating, being under six feet and of average build. He was balding and his remaining hair was quite grey. It was his gaze and his bearing that made him imposing. His handshake was that of a practiced politician, and when he moved, it gave the impression of controlled force. It was hard to believe he was well into his sixties. Greg thought he probably had been a military officer, or perhaps a high corporate executive. He must have had an athletic career. "Mr. Magnusson, I'me grateful that you are willing to help us out." "Gerald, please. I've tried to leave the 'Mr.' behind in a former life. I just hope I can be helpful. What you are doing sounds fascinating. I do want to spend some time talking about it in more detail." "I would be happy to do that. As you might imagine, Kathy, your student, is in a great deal of distress over meeting you. If you have any doubts about the morality or ethics of what we are doing with her, I would like to try to clear those up first." "Greg, when I heard the scope of what you have committed to here, I was sure there was no prurient intent. I have no doubts. You mentioned there might be more than one naked woman. Who are the others?" "It turns out the others are dressed. I will tell you later how that happened. If Kathy breaks down, just bear with us. Her supporters have dealt with this several times and they will bring her around. Are you aware of the reason for her nudity - what we are trying to free her from?" "Yes, but I have had only a brief description. Again, a good subject for later." With that, Greg led him into the family room where Kathy was waiting, Caroline and Shannon on either side of her. Greg introduced Caroline and Shannon first, trying to give Kathy every chance to calm down. When he introduced her, she was mute and motionless, but did not threaten to collapse as she had at other times. Gerald took her hand, bowed over it and kissed it with a flourish. "Mrs. Randolph, I am pleased to meet you. I am honored to be able to dance with you." Kathy still could not respond for several seconds, then seemed to draw from some reserve of strength. "Th...th...thank you, Mr. M...Magnusson. P...please c..call me Kathy." Then, to everyone's amazement, she quipped, "A n...naked woman doesn't deserve a 'Mrs.'" "Oh, you're wrong, Mrs. Randolph. A courageous woman like you deserves all the respect I can give. Tell you what. I will call you Kathy if you call me Gerald. Fair enough?" With that exchange, they began the preliminaries. Greg's house had a large, hardwood-floored foyer which had been cleared of all objects. Julia had purchased three different pairs of dancing shoes for Kathy. The house had a powerful, elaborate sound system, but Gerald had brought a portable stereo which was easier to control on the spot. When they were finally ready to actually dance, Kathy was moving very stiffly, barely using her legs. Greg motioned for Shannon to come over, and whispered some instructions. Shannon's eyes opened wide in recognition, and she nodded. "Kathy, we have to do something that is very embarrassing. I know, I had to go through it. You won't be able to dance until we get past this. Gerald, would you come over here, please?" Shannon then repeated the genital inspection event that Greg had done with her many weeks earlier. It was done so quickly, Kathy hardly realized what was happening until Gerald was kneeling in front of her spread crotch. She broke into tears and tried to close her legs, but Shannon knew what to expect and held her in place. When it was over, both women and Gerald stayed close to her and comforted her until she eventually said she was ready to dance. This time, she was much more loose and relaxed. Shortly after noon, they broke for lunch. The children, who had politely stayed out of sight, were introduced to Gerald. By general agreement, the children would be dressed when Gerald was present. Gerald blended right into the table discussion, as if he was family. He and Terry seemed to get on particularly well. After lunch, the three girls gathered around the foyer to watch the instruction. It had obviously been a very long time since Kathy had danced, but it was also obvious that she had natural talent and loved what she was doing. One bothersome problem kept slowing things down. Gerald had to constantly wait for the tape to rewind in his stereo after each pause. Jordan noticed this and whispered something to Caitlin, who immediately went over to Gerald and pulled him aside. "Mr. Magnusson, I play the piano pretty well, and I know quite a few pieces. If we moved the piano just a little, I could see you from the library and play for you and Mom. Then you wouldn't have to fuss with the stereo." "Caitlin, that's a wonderful idea, but, you know, we are going to do this for several hours a day." "That's OK. It's for my Mom. I want her back home." Gerald turned away from the girl for several seconds, and wiped quickly at his eyes. When he turned back, he took Caitlin's hand and led her to the piano. They moved it and talked briefly, and then resumed the lesson with Caitlin providing the music. After another hour of practice, Kathy was visibly exhausted. Gerald called a halt for the day and the girls led Kathy to her room for a nap. Greg, Shannon, and Caroline had just sat down with Gerald when Julia arrived unexpectedly. She had had a cancellation and wanted to be there to see how Kathy had done. Julia pulled Greg aside and told him, "Thank you, Lover. You can't believe how happy you have made Yvonne." "But she didn't seem that thrilled when I left her." "You still don't understand how wounded and fragile that woman is, and how tightly she controls herself." "Well, I did get one very nice smile, and it was almost enough to make me rethink everything." "She had to cancel a very important appointment to go with you tonight, you know." "No, I didn't know that. We can certainly postpone it. I'll call her." "Don't you dare! She didn't tell you about her conflict because your invitation was way more important to her. I tell you, you can't just go by what you see and hear with Yvonne. You've got good instincts. Get inside her head and her heart." "You make it sound like I am treating her." "Let me ask you, have you benefited from helping Shannon and Kathy?" "Oh, immeasurably, I... Point taken, Doctor. Heal her, heal myself. Is that what you're saying?" "That is my hope, Lover." The group of adults spent the next two hours discussing Shannon's and Kathy's stories with Gerald. He asked many questions and seemed acutely interested in Julia's reasons for her approach. "Julia, why the emphasis on dancing?" "There are several reasons. First, that is where the phobia began, when her mother made her stop dancing. That incident is at the center of her fears. I hope to overwhelm her fears by her natural love of dance. Of course, dancing naked is an even more direct attack on her mother's prohibition. When dancing naked starts to feel natural and purely pleasurable, her phobia will be defeated. A second reason is to give her a skill that is uniquely hers. Everyone else in her family is good at something. She needs that, too. Another reason is to give her and Ted a bonding activity. The fact that it is something they have not done together before is a bonus. It makes it fresh, new, and exciting - just what their marriage needs. A last reason is that dancing is very sensual. I hope it will make her so horny she wants to rape Ted when she sees him." "Unbelievable! That is brilliant! Are you planning to publish any of this?" "I thought so at the beginning, but now I am not interested." "Oh, why is that? I thought publishing was the ultimate reward in your profession." "Well, for one reason, what we are doing is borderline on several ethical grounds. The real reason, though, is that I have come to know and love these people." She hugged Shannon. "Sharing in their love and joy at the restoration of their family is unbelievably satisfying. The applause of my stuffed shirt colleagues doesn't seem important anymore." Gerald was silent after this exchange, and they noticed a sad expression show briefly on his face. Recovering his composure, he asked if he could take them all to dinner. Greg was the first to decline. "Thank you for the offer, Gerald, but I have a date for dinner and a ball game." "A ball game! Do you have your tickets yet?" "No, I haven't gotten around to that, yet. Alex can get me tickets any time I need them." "Alex? Do you mean Alex Torvold? Do you know him?" "Alex is my best friend and Shannon's fiance. How do you know Alex?" "Fiance!? Alex is getting married? Why haven't I heard that news?" "I have asked him to keep it quiet until I leave here in a few more weeks. Then we will have an announcement bash. Please, don't tell anyone for a while." "My silence is assured, Shannon. I can't tell you how thrilled I am for both of you. Many of us thought he would never find that perfect woman he was waiting for. I can see now he succeeded beyond even his expectations. You realize, of course, how many broken hearts you are causing." "Thank you for the kind words. I feel like the luckiest woman alive. How do you know Alex?" "I am, uh, closely involved with the team. There are team members who swear they owe their careers to Alex. Greg, let me set you up with some seats. How about you ladies joining me, even if Greg can't?" Shannon and Caroline explained their commitment to staying with Kathy and that Alex and Jim would be arriving later. "Please tell me if I am being presumptuous, but could I at least order in a nice dinner for everyone. I would love to meet your husband, Caroline, and it would be great to surprise Alex." They all graciously accepted that offer. Shannon, however, told Gerald "Please don't be offended if I don't eat with you. I have lost over 50 pounds by not violating my eating plan. I'm sure the food will be wonderful, but I won't let anything slow me down from reaching my goal. Do you understand?" "I understand and applaud. Alex has definitely chosen well." Gerald went into Greg's study and made some phone calls to arrange for the food and the tickets. Greg found him a swimsuit and he went out to the pool to swim with the children. With some prompting, Jordan put on a little diving show for him. When Kathy woke, she joined them at poolside. "Thank you so much, Gerald," she told him. "You are such a gentleman! You made a terrifying situation much easier for me. And you are a terrific dancer. I don't understand why you are doing this, though." "Well, Kathy, I am mostly retired, and a fairly recent widower. When a friend mentioned what your family was doing for you here, I just had to help. Such examples of family care and concern are all too rare. After meeting your family, I am even more certain I did the right thing. Your daughters are absolutely enchanting, and so talented! You must be very proud of them." Kathy teared up at this. "I am now, Gerald, but my fears kept me from realizing how wonderful they were for a long time. Did you know I kept Jordan out of diving and softball. I feel so terrible when I think about it." "Kathy, that is the past. You are building a whole new future, now. Does it feel good to dance?" "Yes, it does, but I still feel some guilt. I know it doesn't make sense, but it is there." "Well, My Dear, we will just dance that guilt away, won't we." ***** Greg had made a reservation at a brew-pub near the ballpark. Conversation was rather strained on the ride over, but started to loosen up when they were seated. When he did not order alcohol, she asked him about it, and he told her of its destructive impact on his home life. She relayed similar anecdotes about her family. This seemed to accelerate the conversation. By unstated agreement, there was none of the testing and sparring that had characterized their relationship previously. As they were finishing, Yvonne reached across and placed her hand on Greg's. "I am ashamed to admit it, Greg, but this is the first date I have ever had." Too surprised to speak at first, he finally told her "I hope I can make it enjoyable enough so you want to repeat it." "If it's with you, Greg, I'm sure I will want to." "Yvonne, I hope you like baseball. I'm sorry I didn't know more about what you like." "Hey, I played second base on the college softball team. I love baseball. Let's get over to the game." They stopped at will-call for the tickets, and were pleasantly surprised to be seated directly behind the plate, ten rows up. It was a pleasant night, the game was exciting, and they were both relaxed. It went a long way toward easing the wariness they each harbored about the other. Greg had been concerned all evening about how to handle the good night. How could he pick the right compromise between too cold and too pushy? What was she expecting? As they stood on her doorstep, he just acted on instinct. He took both of her hands in his, thanked her for coming with him, and told her how much he enjoyed the evening. He then brought each of her hands to his mouth, kissed them, and said good night. Julia was already in his bed when he got there. It was beyond weird to discuss his date with the beautiful redhead, and then make love to her. As they lay together recovering, he asked her, "Julia, how will it affect Yvonne if she finds out about us?" "Oh, she knows. I told her right away. I'm afraid it may have affected her attitude toward you, but it would have been disastrous if she had found out after you two became close. I hate to say it, Lover, but we can stop this when you think it interferes with you and Yvonne." "I know. I don't like to think about it, either. But one way or another, we know this is going to end. For the first time, I find myself hoping it might be because of Yvonne." ***** Elisabeth's day had been full, and she was not looking forward to more hours of instruction in the evening. Still, she was intrigued by what these people were trying to do, and the extra income would certainly be welcome. She always knew she could go to Gerald if things got tight financially, but she took pride in never having done that. Gerald. She must try not to let him into her thoughts. Who was she kidding? He had only been in her thoughts for some 35 years now, ever since he chose her best friend Marilyn instead of her. The friendship with Marilyn had endured. All three of them had been very close through all the years. Of course, friendship was not what she had wanted, but she had remained a true friend, never violating their marriage vows or their trust. Now, Marilyn was gone. Could she have the kind of future with Gerald that she longed for? The bell at the entry door of her studio ended her reverie. The image in the security camera matched the Description of Ted Randolph and she buzzed him in, greeting him warmly at the top of the landing. For the next half hour they got acquainted, and Elisabeth liked him immediately. On his face, she read a mix of anguish, hope, and determination, and it made her want to help him. She found out he had done the usual sock hop level of dancing as a teen, but, because of his wife's phobia, had not danced since. "So, you are an accountant?" He acknowledged that he was. "And you played baseball in college?" Again, he agreed. "Good, so you know about body positioning and footwork. That is good. And you sing?" He told her of his school chorus experience. "Then you know about rhythm and meter. You have all the basics to dance well. There is one thing we must teach you that I think will be hard for you, though." "Oh? What is that?" "To be dramatic when you dance." "That will be hard for me. I am not a demonstrative person." "I thought not. I think when you made a baseball play, it was hard to tell if it was a great play or a terrible play. Was that true?" "Elisabeth, you have me all figured out!" "You see, Ted, in a few lessons, I cannot make you an expert dancer, and we have only a short time. What I can do is make you a good partner for your Kathy. She will be the real dancer. Your job will be to make her look good. If I cannot teach you to dance perfectly, I will at least teach you to dance with flair. Can you step out of your comfort zone and show off a bit? For Kathy?" "For Kathy, I will do anything it takes. If dancing is something she loves, and we can do it together, it will be my favorite pastime. Show me what to do." She had never had a more eager student. In fact, he was often so intense it hindered his learning. But she would take that. She quickly discovered that his coordination was exceptional, and his musical sense very strong. The mechanics of the steps he picked up easily, and she was able to spend her time on how he looked. He was so determined she had to call a halt from her own exhaustion. Her teaching habit was to end each session with a slow dance. He held her formally as they went through the steps. "Now, Ted, let's finish as if this was the last dance of a lovely night out. Don't be afraid to hold me close. I will not be offended. It is one of the pleasures of my work to be held close by a handsome man. Pretend I am Kathy for this one dance." Uneasy at first, he gradually gave in to the body contact, and enjoyed the feel of Elisabeth in his arms. It was almost like embracing a ghost, her body seemed to float so effortlessly. "Ted, Kathy is a fortunate woman. Your hands speak of care and respect for your partner. I am honored to be helping you." Ted was unable to reply, but she could not miss the moisture in his eyes. - - Pygmalion Project (11/13) Week 15 (MF) Week 15 Late August -------------------- Sunday It had taken a lot of persuasion to get Elisabeth to come to Greg's house for the big occasion. She had met only Ted and Greg, and felt quite uncomfortable. To make it worse, she would not be able to show herself until Ted and Kathy were dancing. Still, she had developed a real affection for Ted, and wanted to share in the happy conclusion of his whirlwind education. They had crammed fifteen lessons into less than three weeks, and it would have been more if Elisabeth had not insisted they both needed days off. She remembered the breakthrough day, late in the second week. Ted was doing all the steps surprisingly well. He was working hard on the dramatics, and doing everything she told him. Still, his gestures and positions did not seem spontaneous and natural. They were doing a Latin routine that ended with him spinning her in a complete circle then dropping to one knee with one arm upraised. When the spin came, he did it with such force she nearly became dizzy, and for his final pose, it was as if he was miming a professional dancer. "Yes, Ted, that is what you should do! That was dramatic! That was flair!" "But I was goofing around. Just pretending!" "Then pretend all the time! Go into a fantasy world. Do that finish again." They repeated the finish, and Ted was even more dramatic this time. He beamed at her. "That was like hitting a home run, wasn't it?" she asked. "It was! I didn't understand what you meant until I cut loose and pretended. This is all pretending, isn't it?" "You have learned the hardest lesson of all. Now, let's REALLY dance." Dancing had been her life, her joy. Teaching was a job, but once in a while, the two came together. It was like that with Ted. He was always determined - he needed to dance. Now, all at once, he loved to dance. His progress over the final week was like nothing she had ever seen. He literally danced her into the ground. She wondered how he ever showed up for work during the day. Now, everything that so many had been working toward was to be tested. The happiness of a family hung on the success of the little melodrama that had been set up. Gerald had been invited to spend Sunday afternoon with the entire Randolph clan gathered together. Both Gerald and Elisabeth had been working with their students on a tango routine that was fairly short, but very dramatic, and very, very sensuous. So sensuous, in fact, that practices had embarrassed both students. Greg had come out to meet Elisabeth and Ted, and brought Caroline with him. After mother and son shared a fierce hug, Caroline introduced herself, and took Elisabeth in tow. Greg checked that Kathy was not around, hustled them all into the study and closed the door. He would be standing by the study and signal when Ted should come out. Lunch was finished, and Caitlin went to the piano and started playing the tango number her mother had been practicing. Jordan, acting on signal, shouted out, "Mom, Gerald, show us that dance. It is so cool!" Both Jordan and Caitlin had been present for all the classes. They soon discovered that Greg's fancy piano could record and play back numbers, so Caitlin did not have to play all the time. The two girls even began dancing along with the instruction, careful to stay out of the way. Upon Jordan's request, everyone else present began encouraging Kathy, gathering round the foyer and clapping rhythmically. Reluctant to put on such a sensuous display for the whole group, Kathy it first declined, but Gerald grabbed her hand and pulled her into position. Jordan had fetched her dancing pumps, and handed them to her. Giving in to the pressure, Kathy put on her shoes to enthusiastic applause, and took up position for the opening move. Greg had signaled and Ted had come out of the study. Just as Caitlin played the introductory flourish, he exchanged places with Gerald. Everyone had been coached not to react when Ted appeared, but there were a few stifled gasps at his outfit. He was dressed in a complete flamenco outfit: tight black flared pants; shiny, medium heeled boots; puffy sleeved, open front silk shirt; black toreador hat. It was even harder for the onlookers to maintain composure as the earnest, reserved Ted assumed the extremely stylized opening position. As Ted left the study, Caroline and Elisabeth stepped out into the hall. Elisabeth's first sight of Kathy was unsettling because of her nudity. However, the younger woman was very striking. Her dark hair and matching pubic patch, along with her black pumps made a beautiful contrast with her pale skin. Her legs, frozen in the opening position, looked long and trim and very shapely. Elisabeth felt happy for Ted that such a lovely creature could be his companion. Kathy extended her hand to Gerald for the opening spin, and TED took it. Ted!!? How? What? She was totally frozen in place. Caitlin, prepared for this possibility, bridged gracefully and replayed the opening flourish. "Ted? What are..." "Shhh, Kathy. Dance!" "But, you don't..." "Dance with me, Kathy. Please!" By this time, Caitlin had started the flourish for the third time. By guiding her with his hand and by sheer force of will, Ted got Kathy moving into the opening spin. She was unsteady, but he used his strength to carry her through it. In the pause before the next pattern of steps, Kathy seemed to realize that they were really going to dance. Amazement still showed on her face, but she came totally alive and began to dance with everything in her. Onlookers were reduced to awed silence as the two of them began prancing, spinning, and insinuating their bodies into seductive contact. Their eyes were riveted on each other, Ted's flashing triumph, Kathy's still wide with disbelief. On they danced, energy seeming to spew from their bodies as they spun, separated, embraced, and posed. The music built toward the final spin. When it came, Kathy's hair and arms flew out behind from the centrifugal force of the spin Ted put her through. As the music ended, he was on one knee, she lying exposed on her back, bent across his raised knee. He had one arm supporting her under her shoulders, and the other raised high over his head. There was absolute silence for at least ten seconds as the couple continued to stare at each other. Kathy suddenly leaped to her feet, losing a shoe in the process. She hastily kicked off the other, grabbed Ted's hand, and began dragging him toward the hall. He was still on one knee and nearly fell over before gaining minimal balance and stumbling after her. In any other context, the scene would have provoked side-splitting laughter. Here, there was still complete silence until everyone heard the sound of the bedroom door slamming shut. Then the room erupted. Everyone seemed to grab whoever was closest and began hugging and jumping around. There were equal parts laughter and tears, and the two were not always distinguishable. Despite her elation, Caroline eventually dragged herself away from the bedlam, pulled Caitlin away from hugging her sister, and whispered in her ear. Caitlin went to the piano and started the opening flourish again, while Caroline started up a chant of 'Teachers, Teachers.' Quickly catching on, others went to Elisabeth and Gerald and propelled them to the middle of the floor. They both resisted and tried to move away, but the mob was not to be denied. Giving in, they started the dance. This time, every move was greeted with applause, yells, and an occasional whistle. Rhythmic clapping accompanied many of the dancing sections. While lacking the emotional overtones of Ted & Kathy's performance, the two dancers were so accomplished and so in tune with each other, the dance was a true work of art. At the conclusion, there was a hubbub of applause and all converged on the dancers, congratulating them and thanking them for helping their loved ones. The celebration went on for many minutes. As things began to quiet down, Caroline pulled Gerald aside and asked him "Gerald, you are a wonderful man, but why are you wasting so much time?" "What? Wasting?" "You know what I mean. You and Elisabeth should be down the hall in the other bedroom right now!" "Is it that obvious? I love Elisabeth, but I've felt like I would be unfaithful to Marilyn if I was with her. You see, I have always loved her. I loved Marilyn deeply and I was faithful to her, but the love and lust for Elisabeth have always been there." "Did Marilyn and Elisabeth know each?" "They were lifelong best friends. I had to choose between them. I have never doubted my choice, but the feelings for Elisabeth have always been there." "I never knew your Marilyn, but let me tell you this. If I died, I would want Jim to find another woman to love, and find her fast. If I knew there was a woman we both loved left pining while he mourned, I would be so angry I would come down and haunt him mercilessly." Gerald eyes grew wide. "You mean that, don't you?" "We women do not joke about affairs of the heart. Right now that lovely woman is in agony. She is good at hiding it from many years' practice. But the emotions of the day have made it even worse. You go to her right now and ask her to marry you. Go!" "But, I don't have a ring, and I should make it more romantic." "Do you think she cares about a ring? And haven't you noticed the romance almost dripping from the walls after those two dances? Now quit arguing and go!" "Caroline, you're right. Thank you for kicking me upside the head!" As Gerald squared his shoulders and walked off toward where Elisabeth was standing quietly by herself, Caroline scurried around, telling everyone what was about to happen but urging them not to let on they knew. Alex went quickly to the study and made a hurried phone call. Gerald took Elisabeth's hand and led her out onto the patio. "Gerald, is something wrong?" "Yes, Elisabeth. What's wrong is that I'm an idiot." "Why? What do you mean?" "Elisabeth Rutherford, will you marry me?" Composure, aplomb, self-control: all were attributes Elisabeth had taken pride in her whole life. They all failed her now. How do you handle the fulfillment of a forty year dream for which you have given up hope. She was able to stammer out "Yes, Gerald! Yes! Oh, Yes!" Then she collapsed sobbing into his arms. She shook and moaned and hugged herself to him. He hugged her and caressed her back and her hair, rocking her gently as he did so. He whispered over and over how he loved her - how he had always loved her. She was unable to reply and just hugged him more fiercely at each declaration. They stood together in the meager shade of a patio umbrella for minute after minute, ignoring the fierce heat. When her sobbing finally subsided into just sniffles, he told her "Darling, I'm sorry I didn't come prepared for this. I don't have a ring, but we can pick one out tomorrow." "Do you think that matters to me? I just can't believe it's really happened. Why did you ask me now? Here? Today?" "A wise and loving woman hammered some sense into my thick head. There is so much love in this house today, I just had to do it." "You must mean Caroline. Yes, they are quite a family, aren't they? Oh, Gerald, you can't imagine how happy you have made me." "I'm only getting started, Darling." At that moment, the patio doors burst open and everyone piled out to deliver congratulations, hugs, and kisses. Everyone knew Gerald, but for Elisabeth, the congratulations came with introductions. They were all still milling about when Alex let out a piercing whistle from the patio door. "I have violated Greg's dry house without even asking him. I have both alcoholic and non-alcoholic champagne in here. There's even enough to toast Ted and Kathy when they come out. Make that IF they come out". Everyone roared. "Come on into the cool and let's toast our newlyweds to be." ***** Kathy slammed the door behind her, threw her arms around Ted's neck and kissed him hungrily. He responded in kind, then, thinking of the carefully rehearsed little speech he was going to give, pulled back and started to speak. "Kathy, Darling, I..." "Fuck me!" She reached down and started unfastening his pants. "Kathy, what..." "Fuck me, Ted. I know that word. I am so horny, my pussy is dripping down my legs. I need that beautiful cock inside me right now!" He was so dazed he was unable to help as she tried to pull off the skin-tight pants. She only got them down below his crotch. In frustration, she pushed him onto the bed and sent him sprawling onto his back. She grabbed hold of his underwear and ripped them in pieces, exposing his rigid cock. Climbing on top of him, she straddled him, held his cock with her hand, and sat right down onto it. She had barely taken him in completely when she screamed and shuddered into an orgasm. He was still too shocked to move until she steadied herself and began moving up and down. He began to thrust, and it was not very many strokes before he emptied into her. Somewhere in his mind he wondered about pregnancy, but could not grab hold of the thought enough to make any sense of it. He was able to keep thrusting despite the tenderness after ejaculation, and she came once more before collapsing on top of him. It had been barely two minutes since they entered the room. They lay there panting, each with years' worth of questions whirling through their minds, but neither with the will or the strength to vocalize them. Before long they began to cool down and realize the mess they lay in. "Ted, Honey, I have never, ever taken a shower with my hunky husband. I think this would be a perfect time, don't you. Let's get these fancy dancin' duds off you." Trying to regain control, Ted started to speak again. "Kathy, Darling, I..." Once more, she cut him off. "Ted, we have many hours of talking we need to do. But for now, can we please just touch and feel and enjoy each other. I have so much to catch up on, and so have you. Come on over to the shower." This bedroom did not have an attached bath, and they had to cross and go a short way down the hall to the common bathroom. Kathy, unconcerned, went right out the door, towing a nervous Ted with her. He felt a little better when he saw someone had laid a chair on its side across the entrance to the hallway. Once in the shower, Kathy knelt in front of him and fondled him, hefting and kneading his balls, and moving his shaft back and forth. "That day at the pool, Julia asked me what your package was like. I didn't know what she meant at first, and then I realized I couldn't describe it very well. I'm memorizing every little detail so I can go back and tell her all about how magnificent it is." He was about to tell her Julia already had a very good idea, but decided that was too much information for so soon. "I've never felt it when you come. I'm going feel it and watch it right now." "Kathy, it's too soon, I... Oh God!" She had put him in her mouth and was swirling her tongue around the head. It had been only minutes, but he felt himself stiffening quickly. Once he was completely hard, she took him out of her mouth and started working on him with both hands, one on the shaft, and one holding his balls. He thought the hot water might run out before he could come again, but his emotions were running so high, it was only a few minutes before the familiar tensions started taking over his body. "Kathy, I'm getting close!" "I know! I can feel them tightening up and they're squirming all over. It's like they're alive in there. And you're getting even bigger and the head is getting so dark, and..." As she kept up her stroking, she talked non-stop, her words adding to his already heightened arousal. When he grunted and came, she exclaimed, "Oooohhhh! That's wonderful. Shoot it all over me!" She wrung him completely dry with her hands until he had to pull them away because of the tenderness. He slumped down beside her in exhaustion and pulled her onto his lap. "Kathy, we're going to run out of hot water. Let's wash up, then it's my turn to explore." They washed each other lovingly, getting in some quick exploration. They found towels and dried, then hurried back to the bedroom. When they reached the door, there was a large sign taped to it saying 'This room is closed. Use the Master.' Kathy tugged Ted to Greg's room and squealed in glee when she saw the massage table set up in the open bath area, oils and towels on the counter beside it. "I have been getting massages from everybody for weeks, and every time, I wanted it to be you. Now I get my wish. Explore away, Lover. Ted had neither training nor practice in massage, but since working muscles was not the point, it was the best Kathy ever had. He had barely started rubbing oil into her when she was already humming and moaning softly. He took his time on her backside, stroking over and over every curve. He lingered long over her buttocks, stroking, kneading, spanking lightly. He worked oil liberally down into her crack, teasing her anus and causing squirms and jerks. When he rolled her over to her back, he oiled her neck, shoulders, and arms. When he moved to her breasts, he caressed, kneaded, and rolled them over and over, tears now streaming down his face. Feeling the drops on her stomach, Kathy opened her eyes and said, "I'm so terribly sorry, Ted." He quickly replied, "No sorries today, Darling," and kissed her lovingly. When he finished her belly, he moved to her feet, slowly working each toe, then moving up her legs. As he reached her hips, he oiled all around her pussy without touching it. By now, she was trying to thrust her pussy under his touch. He moved to the foot of the table, lifted his wife's legs, and pulled her gently toward him until her calves hung over the end of the table. Forcing her legs slightly apart, he bent over and began licking her pussy from top to bottom. "Oh, no, Ted, you shouldn't! That's... that's...Ohhhh, that's wonderful! Yes! Yes! Yes! Do it to me! Please! Make me come with your mouth!" Even earlier in their marriage, oral sex was not even talked about. There was so much he wanted to find out, so many things he wanted to try. He loved the silky feel of her smooth labia. He licked, he sucked, he nibbled, and he pulled. Running his tongue inside the outer lips, he explored the delicate inner folds. He briefly plunged his tongue into her vagina, but replaced it with a finger, then with two. He began stroking in and out rhythmically as he continued licking with his tongue. Kathy's whimpering broke up into rasping grunts and he knew she was close. He moved his mouth to her clit and began circling his tongue round and round it. When she began bouncing up and down off the table, he sucked on it directly and lashed it with his tongue. Kathy bucked and heaved and screamed as the convulsions hit. Ted withdrew his fingers and held frantically to her hips, trying to keep contact with her clit. He stopped flailing at it and fell back to licking the whole area with long strokes of his tongue. When she finally subsided into random shivers and jerks, he got up, put his hand over her whole mound, and kept up a gentle rolling motion. He leaned over her face to kiss her, but her lips were totally inert. He licked them with his tongue and nibbled at them gently. Eventually, she opened her eyes, got a strangle-hold on his neck and kissed him back, hard. Momentarily, a strange, questioning look crossed over her eyes, then she started licking all around his mouth. Ted left her briefly to turn on the water in the jacuzzi tub, then went back to kissing her as he stroked all over her body. He picked her up in his arms and stepped into the tub, setting her between his legs with her back against him. They sat like that cuddling as the tub filled. They had just turned off the water when a girlish voice called out "Room Service." It was Kathy who called back "Come on in, Sweetie." Caitlin set a tray filled with cold cuts, cheeses, fruit, candies, mineral water and champagne on the rim of the tub. When she stood up and looked down at her parents, she lost it and unleashed a flood of tears. Ted asked, "What's wrong, Sweetie?" "Oh, Daddy," Caitlin stammered out between sobs. "You should know happy tears by now. This is all just too wonderful to believe. And did you know that Gerald proposed to Elisabeth today, too. It is all just so romantic." "Are they still here?" "Oh, yes. I think they would like to get away, but no one wants them to leave. Elisabeth is such a neat lady." "Ask them if they will stay for at least another half hour. We want to congratulate them and say goodbye. Sweetie, would you get me some shorts and a T-shirt from Uncle Greg. And see if you can find a robe for your Mom." "No, Ted. I'm not done being naked just yet. I can congratulate them the way they are used to seeing me." "Aren't you going to get dressed and come home, now, Darling?" "Don't be angry, Ted, but I want to stick it out for my full six weeks. Shannon has done so much for me, and I want to stay and be with her until she reaches her goals. For the first time, I feel like I have a sister, and I want to get to know her. Will you come and sleep with me every night?" "Anything you want, just so I can be with you." ***** Much later, Elisabeth and Gerald had left, everyone was once again naked, and the adults had gathered in the hot tub. Conversation was minimal as everyone seemed to bask in the air of contentment that hovered over the house. Ted and Kathy were exhausted and left first, walking hand in hand to Kathy's room. They had just turned out the light, when the girls entered the room. "Mom, Dad, we don't want to interrupt if you want to, you know, but it would be the biggest celebration of all if we could all sleep together naked tonight. Could we do that, please." Kathy answered back without hesitation, "Of course, Honey, we'd love to have us all together. If your Dad and I happen to get a little frisky sometime in the night, though, just ignore us, OK?" "As if!" They all laughed as the girls dove into the bed and each plastered herself on a parent. Ted and Kathy shared a warm laugh early the next morning when they discovered a different girl clinging to each of them. Monday It was just breaking dawn, and they gently untangled themselves from their darlings, used the bathroom, and padded through the morning chill to the hot tub. There, Kathy sat on Ted's lap and brought him into her. They just sat and hugged for a long, sweet time, before they started talking. They were still there, talking, when Greg returned from his run. They heard him close the patio door after checking on them, and simultaneously started thrusting and plunging, rushing to the long delayed climax. Ted was loathe to leave Kathy here, naked, but he rather understood her desire, and anyway, he was not about to start a disagreement over anything. He, Jim, and Alex headed out for work about the same time. - - Pygmalion Project (12/13) Week 16 (MF) Week 16 Early September ------------------------ Friday The sense of deja vu had just hit him moments before he heard the sound of bare feet padding across the deck behind him. Julia had to leave for the evening, and Shannon and Kathy and their men had retired early, almost as if by signal, now that he thought about it. This time, Yvonne sat right beside him in the hot tub. She didn't say a word, but took his hand in both of hers and just held it. Reluctant to break the silence, he finally had to speak. "Yvonne, let's promise each other this time won't end up like last time, OK." "I don't want it to end up that way, either. I want this time to end up in bed." Right back to where things fell apart before! Could he handle it right this time? He slid down to a lower level of the tub floor and pulled her down to sit across his lap, putting his arms around her to pull her close. This was far more contact than they had ever had before. She stiffened and he thought she might pull away, but she relaxed and draped her arm over his neck. "Here I tell you I want you to take me to bed, and I get frightened just being in your lap. Maybe I'm a hopeless case." "You're not a case, Yvonne, you're a wonderful woman with some fears. And sitting on my lap naked is more than just casual contact, you know. Do you understand why I didn't just hurry you off to bed before?" "I talked to Julia about this, and she said you only wanted to sleep with the woman you were in love with. You slept with her, though, and she said you guys weren't in love, just very good friends. Am I a good enough friend for you to sleep with me?" "You are a very good friend. With Julia, though, we knew it was just temporary. With you, a big part of me wants it to be forever." "I know, and I feel bad I can't say I'm in love with you. Greg, I don't even know what love is! A while ago, I didn't even know what friendship was. You, and Julia, taught me so much about friends. Now, I'm asking you to teach me about love. Before, when I asked you to teach me about sex, I was wrong. I know you can't have sex with someone you don't love. I just don't know about any of it. Part of me wants to say I will be with you forever, but I need to know what that means, first." His heart ached for her. It was hard to imagine what her life was like before their friendship. He would be taking a huge risk trying to teach her about love, a risk to himself. Julia had challenged him to help her as he had helped Shannon and Kathy. This was different. He was laying part of his soul on the line. Physically, he wanted her - wanted her badly. He had to remember that it was for her. If he could teach her about love, his reward would be great. He might not have her forever, but he now knew the satisfaction of seeing a friend made whole. Whatever else happened, it would be enough. "I take it Julia isn't coming back tonight, is she?" "No, she said you would understand. Her time with you is over. It's my turn now, if you will have me." "I'm yours, Luscious. I'll teach you whatever I can." When he said that, she started to quiver, as if cold. He just tightened his hold around her and spoke comforting words. "I want this so badly, Greg, but now that I can have it, I am so frightened!" "Shhhh. Shhhh. Don't be frightened. We don't have to do anything on any schedule. How about if tonight, we just sleep together. Period. I would love to feel you against me, but not if it frightens you. Would you like that?" "You would do that, wouldn't you? Oh, Greg, I feel so ashamed for all the times I doubted you and tested you." "Well, I was pretty hard-assed and testy with you, so it's not all your fault. Let's go to bed, shall we?" They each dried themselves off. He did not want to push any kind of contact. As they walked toward the darkened house, he asked her, "Where did you leave your clothes? Do you want to keep them with you?" "No, I don't. I'm going to leave them in the study so you can see me naked in the morning. I owe you that." "Yvonne, you don't owe me anything. Seeing your body in the daylight would be a wonderful gift. But if you aren't ready to give it, I would feel I was taking something from you. Tell you what, I will leave a large T-shirt by your side of the bed. Put it on if you are not ready." "Greg, you make me feel so safe and so special. Thank you." "Luscious, that's part of what love is." They went to his room without turning on any lights. At the door, he had an inspiration. "Uh, why don't I just wait here until you finish in the bathroom." She said nothing, and he could not see her expression, but she went right into the room and closed the door. When she came and opened it, he went about his own business without worrying about her. When he got to the bed, she was well over on one side with the sheet pulled up to her neck. He got in and was deciding how to say goodnight to her when suddenly she was lying on top of him. "I'm not going to be a wimp! I want to know what sex is like, and I'm not going to drag it out like a schoolgirl. Thank you for being so gentle, but please, take me know!" The contact with her body was thrilling, and his libido wanted to do just what she asked. Fortunately, his big head was able to keep control. "Yvonne, Honey, are you lubricated? Are you nice and wet down there?" "Um, no. I...I don't think so. I'm pretty nervous, I guess." "Do you know what might happen if I try to enter you now? Besides the stretching, which we can't avoid the first time, there will be too much friction, and it may even cause you some pain. When we are done, you might very well decide you don't ever want to do it again." "But I want to know! I want to feel it! I've gone too long without knowing." "I know, I know. And I want you to feel it. But most of all, I want it to feel good. So good you will want to do it again and again and again. With me. Is that selfish of me?" "No. I want it to be good, too. I don't want it to hurt. I hear about how wonderful and earth-shattering it's supposed to be, and I want it to be that way for me." "Then let me get you aroused. Let me get your body as ready as your mind. Can we do that?" "S...sure. What do you want me to do?" "Well, this is a good start. Your body feels fantastic next to mine. Do you like the feeling, too?" "Yes, it feels good, but... Oh, Greg, I'm so sorry! I can't stop being frightened." "What frightens you about it? Does my skin or my body feel unpleasant?" "Oh, no. It's not that, it's..." "You're worried about what comes next or what comes later, aren't you?" "Yes, yes. That's why I want you to take me so I can get past that fear." "But what if you end up fearing it more afterwards because it wasn't very good? Do you want to take that chance?" "Ohhhhh, I don't know. I'm so confused!" "I know you are, and I want so much to help you. I can do what you ask and enter you right now, but I would not be a very good friend and I would be a lousy lover if I did that. I don't ever want to 'take you.' I want you to take me because your whole being is crying out for it." "I want it that way too, but I don't know how to get there!" He could tell she was starting to become tearful." "I know this will be difficult, but I think you should just stop worrying about intercourse for now. We have so many other things to get you comfortable with. For instance, right now you are afraid of my penis, aren't you?" "I... Why do you say that?" "If you really wanted it inside you, you would be be interested in it. You would want to feel it and stroke it." "You think I'm a cold fish, don't you?" "Yvonne, Yvonne, don't say that, please. I don't think of you like that at all. I know how wonderful sex is, and I want you to know it. I feel terrible that I can't get you there right now, but I love you too much to do it wrong and hurt you more. You need to purr when I touch you instead of flinching. You need to touch me just because you want to. You need to pee with me standing in the bathroom." She sucked in her breath at that one. "You need to drag me into the shower with you because you think it is fun. You need to snuggle up to me at night because you love the contact. You aren't ready for any of those things, are you?" There was no longer any doubt about the tears. It struck him that this was another first. This was the most emotion she had displayed openly to him, except maybe for some anger. "There, that's good. It makes me happy that you will cry with me. It means you are not afraid to let me in and see how you feel. I want to be let in." With that, the sobs came. Tentatively at first, then more firmly, he stroked her back and her hair, trying to keep it comforting rather than sensual. He had no way to tell how long she cried, but when she did stop, he was thrilled and amazed to hear her breathing settle into the steady rhythm of slumber. She was not heavy, but even a child's body lying on top of one can cause serious discomfort over time. His determination not to disturb or frighten her was severely tested for the next few hours. He dozed periodically, but could not fall into deep sleep. Eventually, she stirred and tried to roll over. He caught her and laid her gently beside him. They both slept until first light. Saturday He awoke first and propped his head on his hand, just watching her. Everything about her was lovely. He wondered if she ever bothered with makeup. Her face showed no signs of smudges or streaking, even after her crying bout. The sheet had pulled down so one breast and most of the other was exposed. He reveled at this first sight of her in daylight. It wasn't long before she stirred, stretched a bit, then opened her eyes, looking directly at him. Her eyes first registered surprise, then bewilderment, then fright, then open wide in astonishment. "Did... did I fall asleep on top of you?" "You sure did!" "Oh, I'm so sorry! Did I hurt you?" "Only when you rolled off in the night," he lied. "You made me incredibly happy." That earned him a small smile which he answered with a light kiss on her forehead. She blushed and tucked her head down, whereupon she noticed her exposure. With a start, she reached for the sheet, but before pulling it up, she asked, "Have you been just staring at me?" "I sure have!" "For how long?" "Not nearly long enough." This earned him a blush and a playful slap on the arm. Significantly, she did not pull the sheet up to cover herself. She looked him in the eye and they just gazed at each other for some time, he having to struggle to keep his eyes from drifting to her breasts. "I... I have to pee." He started to sit up to leave the room, but she restrained him. "Just stay." "Are you sure?" "Yes, yes I am." He turned over to face away from the bathroom. "Greg, you don't have to look away. I want you to see me. Really!" He turned over the other way and looked her in the face again. As she sat up and swung her legs off the bed, he could see the tension in her shoulders. Her walk to the bathroom may have been unsteady, but he was so entranced by the view of her backside he didn't notice. She was gone a surprising time before he heard her pee. She apparently had left the toilet room door open. As she walked back toward him, he could tell she was struggling not to run or to cover herself with her hands. She did not look at him as she walked. Once she got to the bed, she dove under the sheet and curled herself into a ball with her face tight against his chest. He put both arms around her and pulled her closer. She shivered violently, and he was sure it was not from the cold. "My God, you are so beautiful." She only shivered again in response. "That was hard, wasn't it?" "I... I was so nervous, I didn't think I could go at all. It took a long time." "And you left the door open." "I wanted you to hear it." "Why?" "You were right last night. I am afraid of all those things you talked about. But the ones that don't hurt, I am going to make myself do. If I do them enough, I won't be afraid any more. I... I got kind of a tingle after I finally went." "Good girl! I will do all I can to make things fun and not scary." "I know you will. Oooooh, is... is that in my honor?" "Well, it gets hard by itself every morning, but usually it goes down pretty quickly. Looking at you, it may never go down." That earned him a delightful little giggle. "I have a problem, though. I have to pee, too, and it's impossible when it's hard." "What are you going to do about it?" "I'll just have to go in there and stand until it softens enough so I can go." "You better go, then. I don't want you to be in pain." Getting up and walking to the bathroom with his cock waving in front of him was tough. But after everything he had been telling her, he didn't dare show any reluctance. Because of the situation, it was minutes before he could release. As he left the toilet room, he was startled as Yvonne grabbed his arm, and pulled him toward the walk-in shower. Their eyes met briefly, and he felt a pang as he saw determination and fear rather than lust and playfullness. She was doing it, though, and he must reward her courage. She kept hold of his hand as he turned on the water and they stood back to let it warm. She seemed uncertain what to do so he asked if he could wash her hair. She looked at him in surprise, then nodded. He showed her the shampoo Julia used and asked if it was OK. Taking her gently by the shoulders, he led her under the spray and wetted down her head. Having done this frequently for Julia, he took her forearms and placed them against his chest, hands on his collarbone and elbows down, forehead leaning against him. Julia devised this position because she liked looking down at his penis while he worked, sometimes raising her knee to tease it. He hoped this would be good familiarity exposure for Yvonne. He had only shrunk enough to pee successfully, and the fresh contact with her body had him fully hard again. He took an unnecessarily long time working in the lather, then rinsed and lathered slowly again. When he did the final rinse, their eyes met, and he saw at least a flash of pleasure and no fear. He was going to ask if he could wash her body, but just started right in on her back instead. She flinched only slightly at his touch. He did not use a rag, just his hands, enjoying every silky inch of her. He soaped and gently rubbed her breasts without any fanfare and she closed her eyes for a moment, but otherwise did not react. When he had done everything but her crotch, he gave her a questioning look and she nodded timidly. Soaping his hands heavily, he stood beside her and carefully brought one hand to her pussy and the other to her crack from behind. She hissed slightly and shivered, but moved her legs apart to give him access. He lathered her firmly, making sure to touch every possible surface, but he did not linger long. He had a chance to caress all of her again as he rinsed her off. This time, the crotch took a bit longer. Reaching for his own shampoo, he wet down his hair and was about to lather up when she slapped him lightly on the arm. He was delighted to see the playful glint in her eyes as she said, "What do you think you're doing? That's my job." She proceeded to wash him completely. He could feel the combination of excitement and uncertainty in her touch. Anticipating her move, he spread his legs to give access to his crotch. Predictably, he throbbed and twitched as she sudsed his genitals. She stopped momentarily and just stared as he reached full hardness, then looked at him with a little smirk. Forgetting the soap, she held him and stroked lightly, seemingly fascinated by the feel. "You can't imagine how good that feels!" he told her. "Hmmmm. Does this ever get small?" "With you around naked, not until I come." "Uh, will you come if I keep doing this?" "Absolutely! And it won't take long." "Good! I want to see it." She used both hands, one cupping his balls, stroking more firmly. "Tell me if I doing something wrong, OK?" He had his eyes squeezed shut and was already breathing raggedly. Wanting her to learn as much as possible, he was able to stammer out "When the balls tighten up to my body, it means I am close. Uh, uh, like right now! H...here it comes!" The ejaculations were so strong he instinctively put his hands on her shoulders to steady himself. Because she was directly in front of him, the first few spurts hit right on her belly. She continued stroking, but more lightly as the final dribbles fell to the floor, ending up just holding him. She looked up at him and said, "That came so quickly! I thought it would take a while." Breathying heavily he gasped out "Luscious, I have been touching your naked body for a lot of hours, now. I was more than ready." "Will it get soft now?" "Usually it would. You're still naked, you're still incredibly sexy, and you're still close. I can't guarantee anything." She giggled and gave him a smile. "Let's rinse you off before the hot water runs out." They toweled off and, seeing her shiver slightly, he found her a terry cloth robe. Even in the bulky garment, with a toweled wrapped around her damp hair, he thought she looked adorable. She saw him looking at her and favored him with another smile. He secured a towel around his waist and, without saying a word, led her in to sit on the edge of the bed. He found the hair dryer and plugged it in behind her, grabbed a brush from the vanity, and knelt behind her on the bed. When he unwrapped the towel from her head, she finally had to ask "Greg, what are you doing?" "I'm going to brush out your hair." "But you don't have to do that." "But I want to do that. I love doing intimate things with you. Sleeping with you was intimate. Showering with you was intimate. Having you get me off was very intimate. I think brushing you hair will be intimate, too, don't you?" Not waiting for a reply, he set to work, drying then combing, drying then combing. He combed much more than was necessary, luxuriating in the feel of her glistening dark locks. As he worked, she relaxed more and more. When there was no longer any need for the dryer, her shoulders were slumped and her head was bent forward as if asleep. Holding her head carefully, he turned her and laid her back so she was in a normal sleeping position. She gazed at him with heavy-lidded eyes as he moved her and knelt beside the bed. "I guess I put you to sleep, huh?" "I'm not sleepy, just relaxed. There are too many nice things happening to fall asleep." "Speaking of nice things. You did a wonderful thing for me in the shower. Can I do one for you?" "The hair brushing was wonderful. You don't need to do anything else." "Yvonne, let me make you come. Can I do that for you?" "Hmmm. I think I would like that." Not waiting for a change of mind he raised up and kissed her softly, holding the kiss until her lips began moving against his. Carefully untying the sash on the robe he slipped his hand inside onto her tummy. He began moving his hand in gentle circles as the kissing continued. Soon he was caressing the edges of one breast, not yet ready to risk the nipple. He moved his kisses from her lips along her jaw to her ear. Sticking his tontue into her ear, he felt her shiver slightly. As she squirmed from the attention to her ear, she grabbed his stroking hand with hers and placed it right on her breast. He was thrilled at this sign of accpetance and pleasure from her, and began kneading gently, keeping contact with her nipple. Very quickly, her breathing started to break up, and he tweaked and rolled the now-hardened nipple with his fingers. When she small humming sounds, he pulled aside the robe from her other breast and went at it with his mouth. This increased stimulation induced full-scale moans. Her eyes were tightly closed and her face contorted. Her responsiveness swelled both his pride and his cock. He perched on the edge of the bed so he good use his mouth on the far breast and one hand on the near one. He trailed the other hand slowly down over her belly to gently twirl her pubic hair, which like everything else about her, felt silky and luxurious. Her legs were still tight together and he did not want to spook her. She showed no signs of spreading them by herself. Taking a chance, he rolled one nipple with much more pressure, and bit lightly with his teeth on the other one. She gave a slight gasp and a lurch, allowing him to ease his hand down over her mound. It was still so tight his fingers were pressed together, and he held motionless for a while, just pressing against her. When he began moving just his middle finger in a stroking motion, he felt her muscles relax a bit. He pushed against the leg away from him and she respond by opening up enough so he could stroke with his whole hand. She was already very well lubricated, this discovery erasing any discomfort he might have felt from his awkward position. No pain! It was for her! He would make it good however long it took. This was really nothing compared to her sleeping form atop him for hours in the night. It was now certain he would get her off. The skilled lover part of him wanted to prolong it to bring her the maximum pleasure. The rational part, though, knew he must get her there as quickly as possible to avoid any interruptions or setbacks. Dipping barely into her channel, her repeatedly brought out more lubricant and spread it over the whole area, making sure that her clit, in particular, was surrounded by moisture. He clit was rather prominent, and obviously fully engorged. He did not know the best way to stimulate it, so he proceeded cautiously, at first just circling around it. This did not seem to accelerate her arousal. He was very concerned that he not do anything to decrease her level of excitement. Hers was not simply a nub, but a definite protrusion, and he was afraid to rub over it and roll it as he had done with Jenna and with Shannon. Somewhat tentatively, he used thumb and finger to gently squeeze the area around the base, then pull upward in a miniature milking motion. That was the key, and her motions and her vocalizations increased instantly. He smiled over the nipple in his mouth, thinking how perfect this was for oral stimulation when they graduated to that. For now, though, he doubted she was even a minute away. He focused his mind on pouring his desire into every point of contact, willing her to feel what he wanted for her. When she came, it was not an explosion, but more like coiling and releasing. Her body went totally rigid, her limbs straightening and breathing suspended for seconds. When the rictus ended, her arms came up and around his back, and her knees came up off the bed. She squeezed him in a broken, shuddering rhythm, over and over until the squeezed subsided into gentle hugs. When her climax started, he let go of her nipples, fearful they might become utlra-sensitive during orgasm. He also stopped milking her clit, and just rubbed firmly over her whole pussy, making sure there was always firm but indirect pressure on her clit. When she started to regain control of her body, her arms were still around his neck. He quickly pulled the robe over her lower body then worked his arms underneath and pulled himself down into a hug. He put his mouth near her ear and began talking sweetly to her, telling her how beautiful her climax was, and how happy he was to share it with her. She moved her arms up around his neck and hugged back strongly, sniffling a little. They held the hug for a few minutes, both thrilled with the event. "Greg. Now!" "What, Honey?" "I want you in me. Now! Please!" "Do you want to be on top so you can control it." "Don't want to move. Can't. Just come in me, please. All wet, now. Won't hurt." He was about to help her out of the robe, but decided it was a minor inconvenience. Trying not to seem hurried, he shed the towel, opened her robe again, raised her knees and separated her legs, and positioned himself to enter her. "Yvonne, Honey, guide me in. Keep your hand on me so you can stop me if you need to." "No stopping! You can put it in." "Honey, do you still have your hymen?" "Broke it. Softball." "Good. I'll go real slow. I don't want to hurt you at all." It took minutes before he even got the head fully inside her. He felt her tense a few times, but she did not try to stop him. From that point, he began a very slow, very short thrusting motion, trying to enter far enough to begin stroking. As he inched his way in, he saw the tension in her face, but the pain she seemed to be bracing for never showed in her expression. She was predictably tight, but very moist, and the friction was not a problem. When he at last bottomed out, he kissed her gently and told her, "I'll hold right here while you get used to me. Let me know when I should start moving inside you." He gave her another, longer kiss. "Waited too long. Fuck me!" Hearing her plea, he started his motions. He was determined to avoid anything negative in their coupling, so he kept his stroke short and slow, probably much slower than she wanted. When he felt her start to thrust back at him, he increased the length of his thrusts, but kept the pace slow to delay his own release as long as possible. He doubted he could bring her to climax this way her first time, but he wanted to make it last as long as he possibly could. It was for her. And in the long run, hopefully for him, too. It did last for several minutes. In the end, she was urging him to go harder and faster. He did, and exploded violently within her. He was amazed how much he came, considering the earlier come in the shower. When he was spent, he kept thrusting, ignoring the sensitivity until he shrank to the point the contact was no longer stimulating to either of them. She did not reach her peak, but there was no doubt she relished each second of their joining. Shaky as he was, he held himself above her to avoid crushing her. It was she who dragged him down so his full weight rested on her. As she hugged him tightly, she rocked them back and forth and cried softly. Neither spoke, having no idea what to say. The hugs and the tears said everything possible, anyway. When the strength of her hugs slackened, he raised himself off her and laid her arms by her sides. He hurried to the bathroom, cleaned himself off quickly, brought back a wash rag and towel, and carefully cleaned up her crotch. He closed her robe and brought the sheet across to cover her legs. She had watched him silently through all this, but let her eyes fall shut when he covered her. With the tips of his fingers he began brushing the damp hair back from her brow. It was less than ten strokes later when her breathing settled into a deep sleep pattern. He quickly pulled on shorts and a T-shirt and left the room. ***** He need not have bothered with the clothes. From the kitchen, he could see Kathy and Ted, both naked, working out in the gym. As he looked around for Shannon and Alex, he wished he had announced himself or at least made a commotion. He looked into the study, and there was Shannon, reading something from the computer screen. Alex was seated right tight to her, facing the other way. He was slumped back, reading the paper, and presumably naked. There was no need to presume about Shannon's free hand, which was obviously in his crotch. The motions of her arm made it clear she was indulging in one of her favorite pastimes. Alex looked up and saw Greg, blushed, and jerked the paper over to cover himself even better. Seeing his reaction, Shannon turned, and seeing Greg, dashed toward him and nearly dragged him to the kitchen. She plopped him down in a chair, slammed a coffee cup in front of him, and filled it She sat across from him, put her elbows on the table, chin on her hands, and told im "Tell!" "A gentleman doesn't... uh, no fair! That would be telling!" "Oh, come on, Greg. I'm concerned. I want you guys to be together and be happy." "Whenever Yvonne appears, you can have a woman-to-woman and I'm sure she will tell you all about it." "About what?" "Hey, cut it out!" At this point, they heard Alex chuckling from the doorway. "Just try to keep i from her. I Dare you!" They both laughed at that, but Shannon threw a very dramatic stage pout. Jumping to her feet, she came around behind Greg, grabbed his elbow, and ordered him to stand up. Still bemused, he innocently did as she ordered. She came around in front of him and dropped to her knees. Before his astonishment registered on his brain, she had pulled down his shorts, put her nose practically on his penis, and sniffed dramatically. "AHA! Unless you had to take care of yourself, there was some serious romantic activity going on in there!" Alex was now laughing so hard he had to hold onto the doorjamb for support. Greg reached to pull his shorts back up, but Shannon had her foot on them. "Just 'cuz it's your house, you can't ignore the dress code." At this even Greg had to laugh. Shannon pulled Greg's T-shirt up and off while Alex got himself coffee and sat down. "Well, buddy, does this mean both of us former sad sacks have found our dream women?" "Oh, I wouldn't say that. Yvonne - make that both of us - have a long way to go. I am still finding out just how rough a go she has had, and how wounded she is. And you know me. I'm not exactly a whole person yet, either." That comment threw them into a protracted silence. Predictably, it was Shannon who restarted the conversation. "Um, Greg, do you think she might walk out undressed? I mean, she might not realize Alex and Ted are here." "Ohhh. Hadn't thought about that. She has done nothing but surprise me for the last twelve hours, so I don't really know. Her clothes are still in the study, but I did give her a robe. Whatever she does, I think it will be quite a while before we see her." "Oh, so you wore her out, huh?" "Hey, come on. She has been running an emotional gauntlet, and when I left her, she was practically unconscious." "Ooooh, you stud, you!" "Shannon, you know I can take the teasing, and it thrills me to see back to your old self again. I have to ask you guys, though, to treat Yvonne very gently. One little joke or one careless comment could set her way back. I don't want that to happen." "You're right, Greg. I'm sorry. I'm just so high on life right now, I sometimes forget there are others still fighting their battles. I love Yvonne, and I owe her. You can count on me." "I never doubted it." ***** Well into the afternoon, it was Shannon, of course, who heard flushing from the master bath. She ran into Greg hurrying to the bedroom. "Greg, I think some girl talk would be the best thing for Yvonne right now, don't you?" "Yeah, OK" She kissed him lightly and continued down the hall. As Greg turned back from the hall, he saw Alex smirking. In unison they chanted "Women rule! Enjoy the ride!" Shannon knocked, stuck her head in and announced herself. Yvonne was just coming out of the bathroom and fairly flew into Shannon's arms. "Oh, Shannon, I had no idea!" They just hugged for a moment. "I mean, I heard people talk about it. I saw movies. I read about it. But, but, I just didn't know." "Don't feel bad. I lived with a man for years, and until my first time with Alex, I still had no idea. Want to tell me about it?" To Shannon's surprise, Yvonne dropped the robe, and the two sat arm in arm on the bed talking for nearly an hour. Shannon finally asked, "Yvonne, aren't you starved?" "Gosh, I am. I hadn't even thought about it until now. Let's go get something to eat." "Uh, Yvonne, Alex and Ted are here. You might want to put something on. Oh, and I'd better have them get dressed, too." "Wait, Shannon. I'm going out like this." "Are you sure? You don't have to. Everyone will understand." "It's something I want to do. There is something wonderful about this place and about your family. What has happened here is unbelievable. I have never been part of a family. Even if I can't promise I will be with Greg forever, I want to be part of yours, if they will have me." "I'm sure they will all welcome you. But you don't have to be naked just to be accepted." "Nudity seems to be a big part of the closeness and the love you all have. It helped heal you. It helped heal Kathy. Maybe it will help heal me, too. I know I have lots of things to get over. Besides, I don't want to feel like an outsider. Do you think the men will mind?" "Mind? Are you kidding? They might have to run for cover to hide their hardons, but they for sure won't mind seeing all of you?" "Oh, come on, now!" "You really don't realize what you do to men, do you?" Yvonne stopped dead and a look of fright came over her face. "I...I do know. All too well." Realizing she had made a serious error, Shannon rushed to hug the dark-haired beauty, apologizing and trying to comfort her. "It's OK, Shannon. For the first time, I feel like that stuff is in the past. I'm not going to let it frighten me any more. You know, I'm excited to see some more men. I haven't seen very many." She giggled a little. "Well, you're in luck, girl." Shannon slipped into an imitation of a carnival barker. "We have here in this very house, three of the finest specimens of the male species to be found anywhere." Back in her regular voice, she went on, "And if you stay for tonight and see Daddy, you'll see how men are supposed to age." "Oh, tonight? You mean everyone is here tonight? And naked? Do you think they'll let me come? I don't want to butt in." "Oh, don't worry about that. Tell you what, why don't you just call Mom and talk to her, OK?" "I would feel better if she gave me permission. I'm hungry. Let's do this!" Shannon stood in shock as Yvonne practically sprinted from the room ahead of her, naked and unconcerned. Greg was waiting at the end of the hallway, and smiled broadly when he saw Yvonne. He took her hand and they went off to greet Ted and Alex. ***** Yvonne's encounters with the men had come off with no embarrassing incidents for her or the men. Both Ted and Alex went out of their way to make conversation with her. Kathy showed no signs of jealously toward the tawny stunner, and joined right in the chatting. As soon as she could politely break away, Yvonne grabbed Shannon's hand and pulled her toward the study for support as she called Caroline. "Mrs. R..., uh, I mean, Caroline. This is Yvonne. I'm at Greg's, and I need to ask you if I can stay for your family gathering tonight." "Of course you can, Yvonne. You know, though, we are usually all naked, so I will just call and tell the others we will stay clothed tonight." "No, no! Don't do that. I'm naked here now, and I want to be naked with all of you. I mean, if you think that is OK." "OK? That would be wonderful. I take it you and Greg are getting along much better?" "Yes, we are. I have to tell you, though, I can't promise I am going to be part of your family forever. If I could just experience what you all have for even a little while, it would mean a lot to me. It...it would be the only good family time I ever had." Oh, Yvonne, Honey! You can be part of our family whenever you want. I should tell you, there will be two more people you haven't met. Shannon's older sister Laura and her husband Rick are flying out. Tonight is rather a special occasion. It's the last Saturday Shannon and Kathy will be staying there." "Oh! Well, maybe I'd better go back home, then." "Don't you dare! I only told you so you wouldn't be surprised by two new people. It may make it easier to know that Laura and Rick are the only ones who had spent any time nude in a group before this summer." ***** Later in the afternoon, the three women were sunning themselves by the pool and chatting happily. Greg went to his office and dialed Julia. When she heard his voice, she was silent for a moment, but then greeted him warmly. "I can't think of any way to say `Thank you,' Gorgeous. There just aren't any words. I know this last wonderful part of our friendship is over, but I would like to see you again, and soon." "Well, you'll get to see all of me tonight. Caroline absolutely ordered me to show up." "Great. Is Frank still out of town, then?" "No, he came in last night. He thought it best if he met the family under different circumstances." She giggled briefly. "I am just happy you are not alone. That would make it harder for me. Uh, Julia, are you sitting down?" "No. Should I be?" "At least hang onto something. Yvonne will be there tonight. Right now she is naked with all of us, and she is going to stay that way. She called and had a nice talk with Caroline." "Oh My God, Greg! That is completely unbelievable! What happened?" "That's the kind of stuff you women tell each other all about, but we men should keep to ourselves. I'm sure she will be anxious to spill it all tonight." "Does this mean you are a couple, now?" "Well, yes, but not as in engaged, or committed for life, or anything. Your patients are getting much better, but we're not all healed yet." "Oh, Greg. This is the most wonderful news! Shannon, Kathy, and now Yvonne. Your house has healing powers! That's the only explanation I can think of." "Hmmm. I choose to credit a brilliant psychiatrist who uses love as her main prescription." His voice took on a more serious tone. "Julia, about us, when we're together with people, like tonight; how do you think we should act?" "Completely natural! If I feel like plastering my bare boobs all over you and giving you a big sloppy kiss, by God, I'm going to do it. There's no use pretending we never slept together. I don't feel any different about you just because I don't share your bed anymore. How about you." "Actually, I love you more than I ever have. You're right, of course. I want to show you that love, and I will. Do you think it will hurt Yvonne?" "No, not if she has progressed this far already. We talked freely about you and I, and it wasn't a problem then. Greg, I don't want to put a damper on this glorious day, but Yvonne may not be satisfied to be with just one man before she settles down." "As we've talked, I have thought of that. It's one reason I have not let myself fall for her as deeply as I might. Kind of a defensive posture, I guess." "It's too bad these things can't be simpler. I'll see you tonight." ***** Laura and Rick arrived before Jim and Caroline. They took a shuttle from the airport, and Greg only had to drive a short way to a nearby hotel to pick them up. Yvonne rode with Greg to pick them up. He thought it would be better for her to meet them clothed, first. Back at the house, they all disrobed, and she was able to interact with them quite naturally. Laura made it a point to spend some time apart with Yvonne. Julia, also wanting time alone with Yvonne, arrived early as well. She greeted Rick politely and went to undress without any hesitation. At one point, almost everyone was in the kitchen area when Rick suddenly asked, "Hey, have all the kids been left out of this family naturist movement?" Shannon replied "We weren't sure how comfortable you and Laura would be with that. And now, with Yvonne and Julia here, we left them all over at Ted's." To everyone's shock, Yvonne spoke up first. "Wait, don't worry about me. If this is a special occasion and the children should be in on it, that's fine. I wanted to join the family gathering, not make you change it. Terry is a nice young man, and I'm not afraid to have him see me. Uh, Julia, I guess I shouldn't speak for you." Julia, Laura, and Rick all agreed it would not be a problem. Greg quickly dialed Jim's cell and caught them having just passed Ted's neighborhood. They readily agreed to go back and bring the children with them. Next he dialed Ted's and talked to Terry, reminding him of the stop before coming to see Shannon the first time, and suggesting it might make the evening easier for him. The kids all stripped as soon as they arrived, before they even talked to anyone. The gushed over both Laura and and Yvonne, and how lovely their bodies were. Terry complimented them also, but was more restrained. He did not linger with either of them, probably trying to minimize the chance of an erection. Supper was a cookout, and people collected in groups everywhere to eat and chat. Yvonne at first stayed right with Greg, letting go of his hand only to eat. After a bit, though, Shannon motioned her over where she, Kathy, and Laura were sitting, and she went with only a slight hesitation. Soon, she was holding her own in the group. Jim and Caroline had all the grandchildren with them, and seemed to be enjoying every minute. Julia was with the four younger men, and the talk seemed very earnest, with no laughter. Everyone helped with cleanup, all so willing that there was a traffic problem in the kitchen. Once some order was restored, Jim herded everyone into the family room. The fifteen people (not counting Sean, who was glued to the Nintendo downstairs) pulled up extra chairs or sat on the floor. Jim addressed the group. "Playing the patriarch is not my thing, but nowadays, we are all doing a lot of things we never thought possible. Last May 1, would anyone have thought our entire family would ever be together in one place again?" There was murmuring of assent throughout the room. "And naked! That was so ridiculous no one would even have thought of it." Before any else could react, Rick piped up, "We would. But only in our dreams," drawing a good laugh. "I don't want to imply that nudity is responsible for all the good that has happened, but thanks to our wonderful friend Julia, it was the turning point for Shannon, and for Kathy. We have always been a close and loving family, but I think we have been able to express that love more this summer than at any other time. Julia, we are glad you are here, and by the power vested in me, I hereby pronounce you an honorary Randolph from this day forward. You will be welcomed as family anytime, anywhere." Those within reach touched Julia and spoke their appreciation. "Alex, I don't have to make you honorary anything. You will soon be as official as it gets." Shannon hugged Alex and the others applauded. "Yvonne, we are so grateful for your expert help with Shannon and with Kathy. You, too, are welcome anytime and anywhere. We just hope we can be a help to you as you have to us." There was more applause. "None of us know what the future holds. We may never be together like this again. What I do know is that the bond of love between us is stronger than ever. I won't forget what can be accomplished with that strength. I doubt any of you will forget it, either." "Next week is the end of the `Shannon plan' and the `Kathy plan.' Shannon takes her GED exam Tuesday and she assures us it is a lock." Everyone stood and cheered, applauded, and whistled. "She guarantees the last three pounds to her goal will be gone by Friday." More cheering and some wolf whistles. "She has not yet reached the strength and running goals, but Greg has assured her the gym will always be open for her." "Kathy could have left here a week ago, but chose to stay to be with Shannon. She also will be using the gym, at least until they get some equipment at home. I won't comment on what has happened to their marriage, except to tell you to just look at them now." Ted was sitting on the floor with Kathy between his legs, leaning back against him. His arms were tightly around her, snug up against the bottom of her breasts. As everyone looked toward them, Kathy lay her head back on his shoulder and turned her face toward Ted so they could kiss. A good-natured `Woooooooo' greeted this show of affection. As the kiss ended, Kathy jumped to her feet and flexed her arm muscles, which were not large, but definitely evident. "Look! I though I never wanted muscles. They weren't ladylike. Now I'm determined to catch up to Laura and Shannon." More cheering. When the room quieted down, Jim resumed. "Greg, I know you always felt you owed us something. Well, whatever it was, it has been repaid many times over. I nearly threw you out of the house when you wanted to keep Shannon her naked. What a mistake that would have been! You are more responsible than anyone for the healing that has occurred here." At this, every single person stood and moved over to Greg to either hug him or shake his hand. Shannon got there first and pulled him to his feet. There was still some milling around when Shannon called for everyone to sit down again and stood before them. Greg thought she looked like a different person than the frightened, defeated woman who came to his home in desperation in May. She stood erect and proud, her toned shoulders back and her smaller and surprisingly firm breasts thrust forward. Her legs also showed some muscle definition as she moved about. She still showed some softness about her middle, but her waist was clearly defined to accentuate her hips. He marveled at how well she had tightened up and how little evidence remained of her obese period. He had no doubt even these signs would not be there for long. "One day while studying, I was snooping on Greg's computer. Sorry, Greg. I came across the folder with my original contract in it. It was labeled `Pygmalion.' I was Greg's Pygmalion Project. I know it doesn't have anything to do the animal, the pig, but I could not help making the connection in my case. Terry, turn it on, please." Terry fiddled with the TV for a moment, and there was a picture from her first weigh-in, the naked version. There was an unavoidable gasp from several people. Terry cycled through the side and rear views, and left the front view on the screen. "My first impulse is to destroy all these pictures, but I want you to see them. Not to brag about what I have done, but to show you what your love has done. Look at my body on the screen, then look at me now. That is amazing. But look at my face on the picture." Terry clicked to an enlargement of just her face. The despair, disgust, and hopelessness were almost written on the skin, they were so evident. "I am keeping these pictures. I may even show them to some other people. If it can help them escape as I did, it is more than worth any embarrassment to me. Thank you, all of you, for lifting me up." She sat down and there was total silence. It was Shannon again who broke the solemnity by suggesting they all get something to drink. The gathering in the family room broke up and everyone mingled and chatted as before, until the doorbell rang. Shannon and Greg looked at each other in puzzlement, since no one was expected. Since Shannon had the housecoat hung near the door, she donned it and went to see who it was. Greg hurried to his room and scrambled into shorts and a T-shirt. When he got to the door, Shannon was outside talking to Gerald, Elizabeth, and Frank. He greeted all of them and gave Frank a hug. "Greg, they want to join us and tell us a couple of important things." "OK, but everyone is naked right now. Let me have them dress." It was Elizabeth who spoke up. "Don't do that, Greg. Ask them if we can join you naked." "Why would you do that." Gerald answered for her. "There is something very special coming out of this group, and we don't want to change anything about it. It would make us feel like we belong, and that would mean a lot. Besides, it would be a way to honor two brave women." "Alright. Shannon, why don't you go see what people think." Shannon first caught Julia and whispered in her ear, then called the group to attention. Julia hurried to the front door, not even thinking about clothes. As she rushed toward Frank, she looked briefly toward Gerald, and said "Sorry!" then hugged her husband. "Frank, you should have come with me before. It has been a wonderful evening!" "I think it is going to get even better, Darling, especially for you." "Why, what's happening?" "Allow a little drama. You'll find out in a few minutes." She was a bit peeved, but not about to make a scene. At that point, Shannon told them they should undress and come on in. The greetings and introductions took a few minutes. Elizabeth was obviously uncomfortable but gracious as always. She clung tightly to Gerald. Frank was obviously not completely at ease, but his natural self-control and presence asserted themselves. Greg watched Gerald, and doubted he had ever had an uneasy moment in his life. Gerald asked for everyone's attention. "First, Frank has an announcement." Frank was holding Julia's hand and turned to her. "Julia, Darling, I wish I could have told you earlier, but I know your friends will want to celebrate with you. I have just negotiated the sale of my shares in the fashion company, and I have agreed to become the Executive Director of the Magnusson Foundation." No amount of professional composure could have prevented Julia's reaction. She collapsed into Frank's arms and began sobbing her heart out. No one moved for many seconds, than Shannon, Kathy, and Yvonne all converged on the two of them. They touched Julia, stroked her hair, and told her how happy they were for her. This started general congratulations from the entire group. Gerald let the hubbub run its course then called for attention again. "My other announcement is the mother of all engagement parties. It will be in honor of both my lovely bride-to-be, and Shannon and Alex." He paused for the gasps and cheers that followed. "It will be held the last Monday of September, well before either of our weddings. I chose Monday because many professional athletes will want to attend and that is the lightest baseball game day, and the easiest for most football players to get away." "The party will be formal, with orchestra, sit-down dinner, and the works. I am guessing the attendance at around 2000. I have a secretary working on travel assistance, so if you have any family members who need to fly in, speak to her. I know every one of you will be there." The sheer warmth and joy of the evening kept everyone mingling for hours afterward. To his own surprise, Greg found sleeping places for the entire group. In the morning, the celebration continued, with no one dressing until they all started drifting away in the afternoon. - <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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