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A Second Life

Periodically, someone will read one or more of my stories and contact me with a new story idea. Most often, the ideas they share with me are very brief and with little detail. They want me to build a story around their general idea. I have plenty of my own ideas. That’s the easy part. The difficult part is developing a story around the idea, so I have always declined to dive into writing someone else’s idea.

A few weeks ago, however, I was contacted by a young lady. In her email to me, she avoided giving any hints as to what her story idea entailed. Quite the contrary, she said only that she would like me to hear “her story”, and consider writing it. After verifying with her that it was indeed “her story”, I asked her to give me a brief overview.

When I received her response, I was blown away. I didn’t believe a word of it, but my curiosity was definitely piqued. I was also blown away by her offer to visit me and share her story face to face.

Now, as a single woman, I’m always skeptical of people from the internet who want to meet me in person. I had been working out of state for months, but I did plan on being home over the holidays, so I told her I would meet with her IF she checked in to the hotel I specified (one that I knew well and knew I would be safe there), and IF she would meet me in the hotel bar in the middle of the afternoon, and IF she would come alone. I was impressed when she readily agreed, even though it would be over a five hour drive for her.

* * *

I got to the hotel bar early, said hi to Darren, the bartender and a long time friend. And then I told him I was meeting a stranger from the internet there in a few minutes and I asked him to keep an eye on me. The gallant gentleman he is, he assured me that no ill would come to me with him on watch.

When Dallas Nash entered the bar, I was immediately intimidated by her. She was drop- dead gorgeous, but what she had was much more than that. She had a raw sexual presence that emanated from her and filled the whole room. She was dressed fairly conservatively, but she couldn’t hide what she was. She was the sexiest person I’d ever met. It was more than her looks though. It was her bright eyes, infectious smile, her natural openness, and her overwhelming confidence.

After the introductions and ordering a drink, she looked me straight on and asked me, “So, how much of my last email did you believe, none, right?”

“Did you expect me to believe it?” I asked her.

“No, but if you didn’t believe it, why are we here?”

I sat back in the booth and considered her question. Finally, I told her, “I’m not sure. I guess I’m just curious. Is it important to you that I believe it?”

She showed me a smile, “Yes. That’s very, very important to me. So, what’s it going to take to open your mind enough to at least consider that I’m telling you the truth?”

I remembered the name she had mentioned in her last email, so after thinking for a few seconds, I reached in my purse and took out a pen and paper. I wrote three questions, “1. What was Neil Austin’s date of birth?” “2. What was his place of birth?” and “3. What was his Social Security Number?”

I fully expected her to make some excuse why she’d have to get back to me with the answers, but that didn’t happen. Dallas read the questions and let out a chuckle, but then she shocked me by immediately scribbling down the answers to all three questions. When she slid the paper across the table to me, I drained the rest of my drink and slid out of the booth. Looking down at her, I asked, “What is your room number.”

When she gave it to me, I said simply, “I’ll call you in the morning.” And then I waved at Darren and strode out of the bar.

* * *

I was up until three a.m. researching Neil Austin on the internet. Before I was finished, I felt that I knew him better than I knew members of my own family. On note cards, I wrote down three more questions. I knew there was a possibility that Dallas may have done the same research, so I chose questions that were so obscure; I was sure she would never have committed those details to memory.

I slept in the next morning, and then I called the hotel and got them to put me through to Dallas’ room. “I’ll be in the hotel bar at eleven.”

* * *

When I slid the first note card across the table to Dallas, she chuckled again, “I love tests.” The card read, “Where was Neil Austin when JFK was assassinated?” She wrote her answer and immediately slid it back across the table to me. Her answer was “In his fourth grade class at Nashville Elementary.”

I slid the second card across the table. The question read, “What was his fourth grade teacher’s name?” She didn’t hesitate in writing down, “Mrs. Forbes”.

Finally, I slid the third card across the table to her, “How many siblings did Neil Austin’s mother have?”

Again, Dallas didn’t hesitate. “She was the youngest of thirteen children.”

Now it was time to throw her a curve ball—a question that couldn’t be obtained by researching Neil Austin on the internet. Neil’s major in college was the same as mine; Psychology. If she was telling the truth, she should be able to answer a simple question on that topic, so I ask her, “How would you explain Freud’s ‘Id’ to a novice?”

Dallas tilted her head back and laughed out loud. When she composed herself, she looked me straight in the eyes and said, “That’s a good one, even if not very difficult. I’m impressed.”

I tilted my head in challenge, “Then answer the question.”

She raised her eyebrows, grinned, and began, “Freud believed every person has three internal influences, the ‘Id’, the ‘ego’, and the ‘super ego’. The ‘ego’ is the individual themselves—the one in the middle. The ‘super ego’ is the ‘internalized parent’. The ‘Id’ is the baby within us--the infant. An infant wants what they want when they want it. They have no sense of right and wrong. With the ‘Id’ sitting on one shoulder, constantly whispering in one ear, ‘I want that’ or ‘I want to do this’, and the ‘super ego’ sitting on the other shoulder and whispering into the other ear, ‘no, that is bad’ and ‘no you can’t do that’ and ‘you’ll go to hell if you do that’, it’s up to the ‘ego’ sitting in the middle to satisfy them both enough to maintain a proper balance. Freud believed that mental health was determined by the ‘ego’s’ ability to keep both of them happy while never letting either one of them have too much influence.”

Wow! I was blown away, and I was convinced that Dallas Nash was for real.

I asked her, “Do you have GPS?”

When she said she did, I wrote my address on another card and gave it to her, “I’ll expect you at two p.m.”

During the short drive home, I had to keep mentally pinching myself. I couldn’t believe what was happening, and I wasn’t at all sure how I should feel about it. I was way out of my element.

* * *

I didn’t know what to expect when Dallas entered my home, but I surely didn’t foresee her beginning to strip off her clothes even before the door closed behind her. When she saw me staring and the look on my face, she defended, “What? You’re a nudist and I’m a nudist. You do host nudist friends over here, don’t you?”

She was right of course, but she wasn’t my friend. She was almost a total stranger. And then she doubled down, “I know you drink Jack and Coke. I’ll take one too. I’ll be waiting in the hot tub.”

As she went out the back door, my brain was whirling. Was there any mention of my preferred drink in my story, “A Tale Of Two Visits”, which was my personal story? Or could she have learned that by other means? Both times I met her in the hotel bar, I’d ordered plain Coke. At any rate, I felt totally disadvantaged by her intimate knowledge of me.

I decided to play along enough to get those answers. I stripped, made us each a drink, and headed out to the hot tub. “How did you know?” I asked her while handing her a glass and climbing into the hot tub.

I was shocked when she responded, “I’ve been chatting with you for months in the nudist room of Lit chat . . . under several different names . . . both male and female.”

“I don’t distinguish or change because of the gender of the person I’m chatting with. I am who I am.” I defended.

“I know.” She said, raising her glass in toast.

“What names did you use?”

“None that you’d remember, a different one every time.”

And then the most important question came to me, “Why me? I write to post stories on the internet. Your story, assuming I’m willing to believe it, is one that deserves a more traditional mainstream venue.”

That caused Dallas to laugh out loud, and then she agreed, “You’re right, of course, but I read your book, and I found it to be brilliantly written. That told me that you are familiar with the editing and publishing process, so I’m comfortable that you’ll know how to get this done. Also, after reading your stories, I’m sure you’ll know how to deal with the more . . . sexual aspects of my story.”

My jaw fell open. “I published that book under another name. How did you know I wrote it?”

Neil was a big fan of a particular author who just happens to be a close friend and big fan of yours. He told Neil about your book.”

“And you know everything Neil knows—knew.”

She lifted her glass again, “Touché”

* * *

I sensed that Dallas was in no hurry to get down to telling me her story in earnest, so I came right out and asked her, “We’re not going to get into your story today, are we?”

She smiled, “No, I would prefer we get comfortable with each other first.”

“We’re naked in my hot tub. How much more comfortable can we get?”

Dallas laughed out loud, and then she crawled out of the hot tub and dove immediately into my pool. When she returned to the hot tub with her long dark hair wet and clinging to her face and shoulders, she showed me another smile, “May I have another drink?”

* * *

When I returned to the hot tub with two fresh drinks in hand, I asked my guest, “So, what else do you know about me that you didn’t learn from reading my profile?”

My question seemed to amuse her, “I know that, unlike me, you’re more of a nudist than an exhibitionist, and I know you’re not really a swinger, even though you are a member of a swinger’s site.”

“So you’re more of an exhibitionist?”

Dallas stood up in the hot tub and did a slow pirouette, “Wouldn’t you be?”

I mimicked her earlier response, “Touché”. She was, after all, the sexiest person I’d ever met, and not just by virtue of her incredible body. She obviously had tremendous fun being her. It wasn’t that I didn’t have decent looks and body, I did, but she was on a whole different level. “How old are you?”

Dallas tilted her head back and laughed loudly into the air. When she’d composed herself somewhat, she looked me in the eyes and said with a grin, “You’ll learn all of that later. Trust me; I won’t leave until all of your questions are answered.”

“You are welcome to check out of the hotel and stay here, if you want.”

Her response shocked me, “I already checked out. My bags are in the car.”

* * *

NEIL AUSTIN

I slept until almost ten the next morning and spent the next hour doing my normal work related duties on the computer. Dallas was up and swimming laps in my pool. I stood at the windows, sipping my coffee and watching her. She was quite a sight. I was in awe at how sexy she was—every move, every stroke of her arms through the water—every turn and kick. She was absolutely the essence of sexuality.

When she exited the pool, dried herself, and came inside, I felt no need to pretend I hadn’t been watching her. She was, after all, a self-professed exhibitionist.

“I smell coffee.”

“Help yourself. There is sugar and Splenda, whichever you prefer.”

“I prefer real sugar.” She told me. “I don’t have to worry about gaining weight.”

“No, why?”

“In due time.” She said with a chuckle. “We need to talk about other things first.”

I sat in my recliner and lit a cigarette. Dallas stretched out on the leather sofa on the soft fleece throw and did the same. “We need to talk about Neil first. Do you need to get a notepad?”

I reached into the end table and pulled out my small tape recorder. I put in a blank tape and then walked over, put it on the coffee table in front of Dallas and pushed the ‘record’ button.

When I returned to my recliner, Dallas began: “Okay, well . . . Neil was a nice guy. He was fifty eight, in reasonably good health, but in the years after his wife died—no, check that, even years before that, he was totally bored. He was a very sexual person, but he kept that part of himself suppressed. When she died though, his brain went into overdrive. He was a plain man, in a plain job, living a plain life. He longed for excitement.”

“What kind of excitement?”

“He was more like you than you can know. He, like you, had a degree in Psychology, of course, you already knew that. He was a people watcher. He came to live vicariously through the people he came into contact with—especially the young sexy women. He dreamed about being one of them. His last thoughts before going to sleep every night were how awesome it would be to experience the life they lived day to day. He even prayed to die and come back as one of them.”

“Is that what happened?”

Dallas laughed, “You’re getting ahead of me.”

“Then catch me up.”

“Okay, on July 11th, 2010, Neil suffered a heart attack. He died in the hospital later that day.”

“So, is that the day you were born?”

DALLAS NASH (in her own words)

Born? I wasn’t ‘Born’, at least not in the way you think of one being ‘Born’. I came into being on that day. My earliest memory is of sitting on a bench in front of the hospital that day. I was wearing tight pink shorts and a clinging white halter. That’s it—no underwear, no shoes, and no money. I had no purse, no ID, and no name. What’s worse, I had no plan.

Starting from nothing like that, even for someone who looks like me, is more difficult than most people would think. There was a park a block down the street, so I went there to assess the situation and formulate a plan. My fear was that anyone hearing my situation might call the police. I was deathly afraid of winding up in a mental hospital.

My first order of business was to come up with a name. If Neil had ever had a daughter, he would have named her Dallas. He had an affinity for that name, so it was only natural that I chose it for mine, and I was in Nashville, so I chose Nash as my last name.

I knew I needed help. There was only so much I could do on my own, and I needed that help to come from someone who wouldn’t ask too many questions. I knew where to go for that. I just had to find a way to get there.

At the time of his death, Neil was a recovering alcoholic with twelve years sober. Over those years, he had become close personal friends with many of the other members of the AA group he attended. And since there are few secrets among AA members, he knew more about them than people can learn about each other in any other setting. The problem was, Neil’s AA group was several miles from where I was—much too far for me to walk barefooted.

I found an older man in the park who was talking on his cell phone. I sat on the other end of his bench and waited for him to finish his conversation. When he did, I told him I was in trouble and needed help. He called directory assistance and asked for the number of the AA group I was looking for. He called that number and handed me his phone. Unfortunately, no one answered because it was between meetings. So that very sweet old man offered to drive me there, and he did. I’m angry with myself for not getting his name and telephone number so I can thank him properly. I’ve been back to that park many times looking for him, but without success.

* * *

I was sitting on the curb outside the AA group when Danny M arrived. Fortunately, he was a trusted member of the group, so he had a key. He was also a very good friend of Neil’s. “You look like you’re lost.”

I showed him a frown, “You have no idea.”

“Then you’ve come to the right place.”

Upon entering the building, Danny immediately set about putting on a pot of coffee. He looked over his shoulder and showed me a smile, “There are sodas in the fridge. Make yourself at home.”

I grabbed a Coke from the fridge and sat on one of the sofas which were arranged in a large square at one end of the room. When the coffee was brewing, Danny sat on the sofa across from mine, “So, if you don’t mind me asking, what brings you here today? Are you an alcoholic?”

I looked him in the eyes, “No, it’s not that.”

He seemed to believe me, “Okay.”

I had already rehearsed my story in my mind. It was a total lie, but it was the best I could come up with. “Neil Austin . . . I know this is where he came. He died today—a heart attack.”

Danny looked like he’d just been kicked in the stomach. I gave him a couple of minutes to compose himself before continuing, “He was encouraging me to get out of a very bad relationship, and I did . . . this morning. I ran away. I didn’t even take the time to get my purse or shoes. I got to Neil’s house just in time to watch them load him into the ambulance.”

Danny cleared his throat and struggled to speak, “What . . . what is your name?”

“You can call me Dallas—not my real name.”

He nodded, “I understand.”

Several others began arriving. Danny introduced me as Dallas, “A friend of Neil A’s,” but he didn’t mention to them that Neil had died. I suspected that he preferred to wait and tell the whole group at one time.

And then he got up and moved next to me so we could talk without the others hearing, “Anyone can sit in on open meetings, but I’m afraid this meeting is closed. Only alcoholics are invited.”

“I can wait outside.” I offered.

He shook his head, “C’mon.” And he helped me to my feet. I followed him into another room. “This is our Al-Anon room. Their meeting won’t start for a couple of hours, so you can wait in here. Can I get you anything else?”

Neil was a smoker. I had the urge, even though I didn’t know how my lungs would take it. “A smoke . . . could I bum a smoke?”

Danny grinned, “Of course.” And then he handed me four cigarettes and his lighter and left, closing the door behind him.

When I lit one of the cigarettes and inhaled, my lungs accepted the intrusion without complaint, and I let out a satisfied sigh.

* * *

When the meeting was over, Danny returned to the Al-Anon room. He gave me another cigarette, and then he handed me a wad of bills, “This is from the members who where here today—just something to help with your immediate needs.” And then he added with a chuckle, “Like shoes”.

After I thanked him and ask him to thank the others for me, he told me, “I want to introduce you to a couple of our female members. They’ve offered to put you up for a while.They have a two bedroom apartment, but they only use one of them, if you get my meaning. Will that be a problem for you?”

Neil knew Linda and Lisa. It was no secret they were lesbians. I showed Danny a smile, “No, no problem at all.”

* * *

Linda and Lisa were both delightful and very eager to help. By bedtime that night, I had an inexpensive change of clothes, sneakers, some makeup, a minimum of toiletries, and a full belly.

The following day, for the grand sum of fifty dollars, I had a birth certificate. Ernesto, the Hispanic friend of Danny’s, explained that the normal cost of such a document was two hundred dollars, but Danny had called in a favor and got Ernesto to provide me one at the huge discount. With my new birth certificate in hand, it only took a few days for me to obtain a driver’s license, Social Security Card and bank account. Dallas Nash was now a real person.

Now all I needed was an income. I knew full well it would have been easy enough to pick up some quick cash by dancing in a topless club or sitting in the bar of an upscale hotel, but I couldn’t see myself going down that path. Don’t get me wrong, I knew my looks and body were my only assets, and I wasn’t opposed to using those to earn money, but I was afraid, as a novice, I’d probably wind up in police custody. That could end my new life before it even got started. I wanted to start on a higher level.

Once again, Linda and Lisa came to my rescue. They gave me an old laptop they weren’t using anymore, and access to their internet connection. I didn’t hide from them what I was planning. They didn’t judge me harshly, quite the contrary; they helped by taking some digital pictures of me in a variety of Lisa’s clothes and sexy lingerie.

Two hours later, I had a new profile on the Sugar Babies website. My profile said things like, “Fresh out of a bad relationship” and “Broke”, and “Willing to travel”. I ended it by saying, “I’m not interested in one night or one time meetings, so only serious and very financially able Sugar Daddies need contact me.” Oh, and I did mention in my title line that I was “Open-minded and Bisexual”. Neil would have loved that.

* * *

I wasn’t surprised when I received over two dozen responses in the first few hours of my profile being posted. Most of them were garbage—local men wanting to pay me for sex. There were several more interesting responses though, and one in particular caught my eye.

“FLDaddy4Friend” Sent me a message that couldn’t be ignored. It read:

“Hello Dallas. I’m sure you’re receiving tons of messages, as well you should. I’m sorry to hear that you are broke, but I’m glad you managed to escape the terrible relationship you were in. Even if you don’t choose me as your Sugar Daddy, I would very much enjoy you allowing me to help some. If you have a bank account and send me the account number and the bank’s tracking number, I will send a small, no obligation gift. If you don’t have a bank account, we will work out other means of having the gift delivered to you. Thank you for reading this message, and I hope you much success in the future. Arthur”

When I checked out Arthur’s profile, I found that he was fifty-two and deeply involved in Florida real estate. He had a small yacht and a very nice home. He wasn’t a handsome man at all. Like Neil, he was rather plain, and he had some kind of obvious skin condition on his face. At least he wasn’t obese.

I thanked Arthur, gave him my bank’s tracking number and my account number, and told him I hoped to be able to thank him in person some day.

When I checked my back account the following day, there was a new deposit of five thousand dollars. I was blown away.

* * *

The following day, I sent Arthur another message:

“Dear Arthur:

Thank you so, so much for the ‘gift’ you sent me. I wasn’t expecting anything close to that much. I believe you should know how I intend to spend some of it. First, I’m going to get a cell phone so you can call me when you want. Also, I’m going to buy an outfit to wear to Florida when you want to see me in person. The clothes you see in my pictures were borrowed. I’m going to hit the tanning booth to get ready for a trip to Florida. Lastly, I’m going to set money aside for the plane ticket to Florida and put some into savings. Again, thank you so much. Your Baby.”

Arthur and I only exchanged two more messages. His message to me said: “You haven’t even asked what I’ll expect from you.”

My last message to him included my new cell phone number, and my answer: “Whatever it is, the answer is YES.”

* * *

When I landed at the Tampa International Airport, Arthur met me at baggage claim. He seemed surprised that I hadn’t checked a bag. I had only my purse and a small carry on. I wasn’t surprised to find him to be exactly as he appeared on the website, but I was taken aback somewhat by his obvious shyness. I dropped my bags and threw my arms around his neck, standing on my tiptoes to give him a long warm kiss on the lips. That was a big moment for me.

A doubt lingered in the very back of my mind. I knew I was all woman. Neil Austin was far in my past. Only his memories survived inside me, but the whole smoking thing planted that doubt in my mind. That was pure Neil, yet it survived his death and lived inside me. What else might have survived? That’s why I was so relieved to find that I very much enjoyed hugging and kissing a man. That one kiss assured me that Neil’s memories living inside my head weren’t going to interfere with my sexuality.

A few minutes later, when we were in the back of the rented limo, glasses of Champagne in hand, I decided to get things out in the open. I slid the glass window closed so the driver couldn’t hear, and then I asked him, “So, you wanted to tell me what you would expect from me and I didn’t let you. Will you tell me now so I can make this rendezvous perfect for you?”

Arthur blushed immediately, so I offered to let him wait for that, “You can tell me later if you want.”

“No . . . I want you to know. I . . . I’m the boss at work, and . . .”

I understood, so I moved closer to him and put my finger to his lips to silence him. “Say no more.” And then I slid the window open again and said to the driver, “I’ve never seen the ocean. I’d like to go there now.”

The driver looked around briefly, “It’s the Gulf of Mexico, Ma’am.”

“It has a beach, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, Ma’am, a very nice beach.”

“Then I’d like to see it.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Will I need a swimsuit? If so, I’ll need to buy one first.”

“Uh . . . yes, Ma’am. I know just the place.”

I slid the glass closed again and turned to Arthur, “Too bad I have to wear a suit. You’ll have to help me pick one.” I was pleased to see the look of pure delight on his face.

* * *

Our driver let us out in front of a small shop across the street from the beach. He gave Arthur a card with his cell number on it and told us he’d have to park a couple of blocks away.

It only took me a few minutes to hone in on a very tiny white string bikini. I held it up in front of me and watched the obvious excitement on Arthur’s face. There were only a handful of people in the shop and most of them were girls, so I turned my back to Arthur and asked him to unzip my sun dress.

“Uh, the dressing rooms are in the back.” He said with a precious blush.

“Don’t be silly.”

When he complied with my request, I immediately let my sun dress fall to the floor. I wasn’t wearing underwear, so it only took me a few seconds to put on the small bikini. There were a few noticeable gasps from nearby customers, but I just ignored them. I was modeling it for Arthur when the sales girl reached us.

“Ma’am, we have dressing rooms.”

I let out a purposeful giggle, shrugged my shoulders and told her, “Too late now. I like this one.” And then I removed the tags and led Arthur to the counter, grabbing a beach towel along the way.

* * *

When we were outside and waiting on the limo to pick us up, I hugged Arthur, gave him a short kiss on the lips and then asked him, “Did you enjoy that?”

He grinned from ear to ear, “Yes, very much.”

I gave him another short kiss on the lips and then purred in his ear, “Then we’re going to get along great.”

* * *

After wading out into the water briefly, careful not to get my hair wet, I returned to the beach where Arthur was waiting with the towel. “Will you dry me?” He complied without hesitation, his hands shaking noticeably.

When the limo pulled to the curb to pick us up and the driver was holding the door for us, I asked Arthur to get my dress. While he was doing so, I quickly removed the small bikini and began drying myself a bit more. I managed a quick wink to the driver who was trying unsuccessfully not to stare. When Arthur handed me the dress, I stepped into it and then turned away from him and toward the driver. Arthur zipped up my dress, his hands still shaking.

* * *

Once inside the limo, Arthur asked me, “Are you hungry? The Saint Petersburg Yacht Club is only a few blocks away. I’m a member there.”

I didn’t answer. Instead, I said to the driver, “Take us to the Saint Pete Yacht Club please.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

And then I slid the window closed and said to Arthur, “Introduce me as your girlfriend.”

He only nodded, but he had a huge grin on his face.

* * *

It was still just mid afternoon when we entered the yacht club, so there were only a few people in the bar. Both male bartenders and two female waitresses greeted us gleefully. Obviously, Arthur was a regular there and very well liked. As instructed, he introduced me as his girlfriend.

On our way to a table, I whispered to Arthur, “We can sit at the bar if you’d like me to charm your friends.

He grinned and led me back to the bar, where we ordered a drink and some nachos. Mostly though, we talked to the bartenders. They weren’t very busy, so they had plenty of time to stand and chat with us.

* * *

It was almost seven p.m. when we arrived at Arthur’s home. After receiving the nickel tour, I stepped out into the back yard. His property backed up to a golf course, and the small back yard was totally covered with a sturdy bug screen. Most of the yard was taken up by a fairly large pool. The hot tub was connected to the pool by two steps, so any overflow from the hot tub would run down the steps and into the pool.

As I was stepping out of my sun dress, I asked Arthur, “Do you have Scotch?”

When he said he did, I said, “I’ll take mine on the rocks . . . oh, and if you have Viagra, you’d better take it now. You’re going to need it.” And then I dove into the pool, swam its length and then walked up the steps and slid into the hot tub.

When I stood up to receive my drink from Arthur, he cleared his throat and directed my attention to the golf course behind me. There were four golfers in two carts only a few yards away. I giggled and told him, “Oh well, if they miss hit the ball, they can blame me. Now, get naked and join me.”

Instead of just stripping down, he went inside and returned a minute later with a towel around him. Finally, when he was sure none of the golfers were looking our way; he dropped the towel and climbed into the hot tub. He immediately sat on the opposite side of the tub from me, and I wasn’t about to let him get away with that, “What are you doing way over there? Get over here so you can touch me. You do want to touch me, don’t you?”

Seconds later, he was sitting beside me. I immediately pulled one of his hands up to my tit and held it there. Then I tilted my head back and moaned, “Ummm, I’ve been dying to feel your hands on me.”

I then released his hand and slid mine down to his crotch. I was elated to find his nice cock already hard. I didn’t have much to compare to. Neil’s cock was slender and slightly shorter than average. Arthur’s was longer and much thicker. I wondered what it was going to feel like to have it inside me. “Ummm, I love your cock.”

“I love your breasts.”

I let out a giggle, “They’re tits. ‘Breasts’ sounds too . . . I don’t know, too clinical.”

“Then I love your tits.”

“Much better. Did you have Viagra?”

“Yes, I took one.”

“Great” I purred, “Then I don’t have to worry about getting you up again after I finish with the blowjob I’m going to give you in a few minutes.”

“I love the sound of that.”

I gave his cock a tight squeeze and said, “I’ve never met a man who didn’t.” And then I thought how that sounded, so I added, “I’ve only been with one man—for sex that is, but I did give a few blowjobs in high school.” He showed the surprise I expected, but he didn’t respond.

There was still plenty of daylight left when I stood up and moved in front of him. I took up my drink and told him, “I want to feel both of your hands on my tits now.”

“My pleasure.” He responded, immediately reaching up and taking both of my tits in his hands. And then, as if he just realized where we were, he nervously glanced over his shoulder to see if anyone was watching.

“Arthur!” I said in a scolding tone. “We’re Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden, and I’ve already fed you the apple. We’re the only ones on earth. No one else matters. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good, and I like you calling me ‘Ma’am’. I expect you to keep doing that.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” He responded with a huge grin on his face.

“Now, I want your mouth on me. Kiss, lick and suck my tits now.”

“Yes, Ma’am”, he mumbled, his words already muffled by the tit in his mouth.

I knew I would enjoy feeling a mouth on my tits, but WOW! The feeling was incredible. It felt like there was a nerve running straight from my nipples to my clit. If I hadn’t already promised Arthur a blowjob, I would have fucked him right then and there.

After ten minutes of that, I made him move up to a sitting position on the side of the hot tub and lean back on his arms. To his credit, he followed my instructions without hesitation. Just to tease him, I waved to an imaginary golfer, downed the remainder of my Scotch, and moved between his legs.

When I first kissed and licked Arthur’s hard cock, I was amazed at how smooth and silky it felt. I loved the firmness and silky texture. It seemed like an oxymoron, but the combination was wonderful.

I had masturbated a couple of times, and I found that I could cum fairly easily and often. While masturbating, I must have been more vocal than I realized, because my two roommates teased me about it the next morning. Still, I was shocked that I came while sucking Arthur’s cock. It would have been impossible for him not to notice. Even with his cock in my mouth, my orgasm caused me to moan loudly, and my body quiver noticeably.

“Wow!” Was his only response, so I let his cock slide out of my mouth long enough to show him a naughty grin and wink. And then I went right back to work on his very nice cock.

I was also impressed with my ability to deep-throat him without gagging too much. Add that to my multiple intense orgasms, and I was sure that I had been made for sex. But I wouldn’t find out just how true that was until later.

It only took me about five minutes to get him off. He didn’t warn me, but he didn’t need to. I felt his body stiffen and his cock grow even more. I was surprised at how easily I swallowed his very nice load of milky cum, and at how pleasing it tasted. I decided to give him something Neil always longed for, so as his spasms subsided, I held the last of his load in my mouth. After showing it to him, I crooked a finger at him. When he sat up, I put my hand behind his head and pulled him to me for a deep kiss.

I was rewarded by him moaning into my mouth as we kissed.

* * *

While I swam in the pool, Arthur went inside to get us another drink. When he returned, I was impressed that he didn’t try to cover himself. Instead, he stood patiently at one end of the pool while I swam over to him. When he handed me my drink, he sat on the side with his feet in the water. I rested beside him with my elbows on the smooth edge.

“You are amazing.” Arthur said in a low reverent tone. “I forgot to ask how long you can stay.”

“How long are you going to let me be in charge and obey me?”

“Forever.”

I chuckled, “Well, I can’t stay quite that long, but we’ll see. I don’t have anything pressing, but don’t you have to work?”

“I own the company. I may have to put in an appearance at the office now and then, but my assistant can handle most things.”

I decided to remove the vale from what I already knew he enjoyed, “Would you like me to go to your office with you so you can show me off?”

He looked a little taken aback, “Is that what you think?”

“No, it’s what I know. I don’t mind. In fact, I really enjoy that part, even though I know a lot of people will just see me as a gold digger. It’s not like that for me. You gave me a wonderful gift when I needed it the most, and I’m just here to thank you in person. I had no preset plans to have sex with you, but I like you a lot, so I just decided to show you my appreciation in a more personal way. And I love showing off for you, regardless of what some prudes might think.”

That was a little disingenuous of me. My goal for being there was to entice him into giving me more ‘gifts’ in the future, but I did like him, so I wasn’t having to force myself to be with him.

I would have felt much differently had he been some handsome billionaire. If he was, I WOULD have to force myself. After all, an incredibly rich, very handsome man would have me there for no more than a ‘no strings attached’ sex toy. Arthur wasn’t like that. He wasn’t fighting women off with a stick, so he appreciated me more. I liked that.

“You’re not just saying that? You really do like showing off for me?”

I put my hand on his, “I really do. I am a bit of an exhibitionist by nature, but it’s even better when I’m doing it for you . . . to make other men jealous of you.”

Arthur raised his eyebrow, “If that’s true, I would love for you to go to the office with me, and maybe a club I go to.”

“Okay, now that we have that settled, do you have any bubble bath?”

He frowned and shook his head, “No, but there’s a store nearby that delivers.”

“Great, give them a call and see how long it will take them to deliver some. I want to get all clean and smelling good for you.”

Without hesitation, Arthur hopped up and hurried into the house. When he returned to the pool and jumped in, he told me, “They said no more than fifteen minutes.”

“Oh, so I’d better get out and make preparation for their arrival. How obvious do you want me to be? Do you want me to answer the door or just walk through while they’re at the door?”

Arthur laughed out loud and then said, “A walk through will be great. If you answer the door it will be too obvious.”

“Okay then, just make sure you aren’t blocking their view.”

“What if it’s a girl?”

I shrugged, “I don’t discriminate.”

So that’s what we did. The kitchen was on one side of the entryway and the den was on the other, so I waited in the kitchen. When Arthur answered the door, I waited until he’d invited the young man inside, and then I strode past them to the den, hesitating only long enough to say, “Oops, sorry, Hon. I’m just going to make myself a drink. Do you want one?”

I heard Arthur apologize, “Sorry about that. She hates wearing clothes.”

The young man chuckled, “No problem.”

I heard the door close and then Arthur laugh, “I’ll bet my order will be here in five minutes next time.”

I called back to him, “Then I’ll answer the door next time. Now go draw me a hot bubble bath and you can wash me.”

* * *

After my bath and then a shower, drying my hair and crawling onto Arthur’s king-size bed, it was time for the one thing I’d been dreaming about ever since moving in with Linda and Lisa. Arthur was kissing his way down my body and moving between my legs. Knowing there was probably hours of that going on in the next bedroom at home, it was only natural for me to wonder what it would feel like, and I longed to find out.

As wonderful as I knew it would be, it was a thousand times better. Arthur proved to be very capable, even though I had nothing with which to compare his performance. I came the first time within seconds of his tongue sliding along my lips and parting them. And when he finally put his lips over my clit, sucking it in and flicking it with his tongue, I came several times in rapid succession.

It wasn’t long before I was begging him to fuck me, but he pretended like he couldn’t hear me, causing me to cum two or three more times. Finally, after I had a particularly intense orgasm which caused me to scream out as my entire body shook and convulsed, he moved up and positioned his hard cock at the opening of my drenched pussy.

When Arthur finally entered me, I was catapulted into oblivion. Wave after wave of powerful sensations flooded my body. I wanted to urge him to fuck me harder and faster, so I tried to speak through my gasping, but to no avail. So he continued his slow steady thrusting.

I’m not sure how long it lasted or how many times I came. I lost all track of time and space. All I know is that when he did finally speed up and began slamming into me with wild abandon, I came one last time, my orgasm so intense, my world went black.

When things came back into focus, Arthur was beside me, a smile on his face and love in his eyes. My lips and mouth were very dry. “Drink” was all I could manage.

When he held my glass to my lips, the alcohol was too harsh to swallow. “Water” I mumbled. Ever at the ready, Arthur jumped up and ran downstairs, returning only a minute later with a bottle of cold water.

After taking a couple of long sips, I looked into his eyes and said simply “Holy Shit!”

* * *

“I’m not at all sure about this.” Arthur sighed as he turned his Mercedes convertible through the gate of the nudist camp I’d found online. I’d picked one that was part of the national association and thereby void of public sex.

“Stop worrying. I’m going to be right there with you, so no offence, but no one is going to be looking at you.”

He let out a nervous chuckle, “You’ve got that right.”

I had a blast at the nudist camp that day, and Arthur began to enjoy it too, after he got over his initial shyness. The pool, the hot tub, the bar and restaurant were all very erotic experiences naked with dozens of others around. I told Arthur, “Promise me you’ll bring me out here every time I come to Florida.”

We were in the restaurant waiting on our meal. His expression turned serious, “You . . . you’ll consider coming down here again?”

I reached across the table and put my hand on his, “I’ll be back, even if I have to hitchhike.”

His face lit up with a huge grin, and then he said, “Oh no, I won’t have you hitchhiking. It’s going to be nothing but first class for you.”

* * *

During the two hour flight back to Nashville, I replayed in my mind the events of the last four days. I came to several conclusions. First, my initial realization that I was built for sex was reinforced many, many times during my Florida visit. Next, at least with Arthur, I never once felt like a whore. And lastly, I vowed to myself that I was never going to give the time of day to those handsome hunks who felt entitled—that no woman would say no to them. I would stick to the Neils and Arthurs of the world. They would appreciate me . . . and my exhibitionist proclivities. And I would delight at making other men jealous of them.

When I arrived back at Linda and Lisa’s apartment, as promised, I called Arthur. “I’m back home safe and sound.”

“Thank you for calling me. I wasn’t sure you would.”

“Art!” I scolded him, “I told you I’d call. Why didn’t you believe me?”

“Anyway, I’m glad you called. If you check your bank account tomorrow, you’ll find another little gift.”

“Damnit, Arthur, you didn’t have to do that. You don’t owe me anything.”

“It’s just something to help you get out on your own. Anyway, I hope you’ll stay in touch.”

“I will, I promise.”

The following day, there was a deposit pending in my account for twenty-five thousand dollars. Proving again that I’m all woman, I started crying.

* * *

I waited until the next day to call Arthur. I wanted to have my emotions totally under control so that I could think clearly. This was, after all, a business. It was my chosen method of earning a living, not a romance or a pastime or a hobby.

After thanking him profusely, I warned him that he’d better stock up on Viagra prior to my next visit. I also hinted that I’d have a big surprise for him when I came back to Florida.

I resisted the urge to tell him that he “shouldn’t” have given me that much money. Instead, I told him that he “didn’t have to do it”.

When Lisa and Linda got home from work that day, I gave them a check for a thousand dollars “my share of the rent for these two months.” I’d already given them money to help with the groceries. And then I had a serious conversation with them, “I need your help with something. I need to find an attractive, bisexual woman who wouldn’t mind traveling to Florida for a few days.”

Linda just rolled her eyes, but Lisa laughed out loud. And then Linda asked, “And what makes you think we can help you with that?”

Lisa reached over the table and put her hand on my arm, “Hon, we’re lesbians, and lesbians don’t have a high opinion of so called ‘bisexual’ women.”

I was shocked, “But . . . I thought . . . hell, I don’t know what I thought.”

Linda explained, “Being lesbian isn’t a choice. It’s just who we are—who we have always been. Self-professed ‘bisexual’ women are using their willingness to engage in sex with another woman as a way to endear themselves to men. At least that’s what most of them are about.”

Lisa added, “When a woman tells us they are bisexual, we have one question for them: ‘have you ever dated a woman or had sex with a woman when there wasn’t a man present?’ because if they’re truly ‘bisexual’, they would enjoy dating and having sex with both genders individually and equally.”

“Wow! I never thought about that. So you consider all of them to be pretenders, huh?”

Lisa responded, “No, not all, only ninety-nine point nine percent of them. You’re a classic example. You want to endear yourself to your Sugar Daddy in Florida, so you’re willing to have sex with another woman to accomplish that. Now ask yourself if you’re open to dating and having sex with a woman without that as your motivation.”

I sat back in my chair, “I’ve never thought about it, but I want to believe if I met someone I liked, their gender wouldn’t matter.”

Linda and Lisa huddled together for a minute, whispering back and forth between themselves. When they broke their huddle, Lisa said, “We do know some people who might be willing to help you, but they are lesbians. Some of them have been in hetro relationships in the past—before they came out, so they might be willing help you. I’m sure you’d have to make it worth their while.”

“Okay, that’s a start. When can I meet them?”

Linda answered, “Don’t make any plans for Friday night. We’ll take you to a club we go to. If you don’t meet the right person, you can always go back on your own, but we’ll take you as often as we can and introduce you around.”

Lisa laughed, “Trust me; you’re not going to have any trouble getting hit on.” And then Lisa and Linda both burst out in laughter.

* * *

I didn’t sit on my hands waiting for Friday to come. I found a bright red used Mustang convertible that I felt I could afford. After answering a dozen questions about my total lack of a credit history, my financing was approved and, after putting down a handsome deposit, I drove off the lot in my new car.

My next order of business was shopping for an apartment. I wasn’t quite ready to rent one, but I did want to see what was available. I was looking for something very nice, but different. I wasn’t interested in the same old bla, bla, bla, apartment. I looked at several that were interesting, but I didn’t manage to find ‘the one’.

Finally, I bought several new outfits—nothing expensive, but I did manage to find a variety that I was sure would fit almost any situation. I also made sure to visit the tanning salon every other day.

* * *

When Friday finally came, I asked my roommates for their advice on what I should wear. Linda asked Lisa, “What do you think, Hon, classy or slutty?”

“Hell, she could look hot in a potato sack, but I vote for slutty.”

Linda agreed, and then she took me by the hand and led me to my room, “Let’s see what we have to choose from.”

When we got to my room and they began going through my closet and drawers, Lisa looked over her shoulder and said to me, “What are you waiting for. Get out of those clothes girl.”

Linda gave her lover a playful slap on the upper arm, “You just want to see her naked.”

Lisa defended herself, “And your point?”

By this time, we were all three laughing. They’d both seen me naked while changing clothes during our picture taking session for the website, so it wouldn’t be the first time. I pulled off my t-shirt and stepped out of my shorts. Even though I knew it shouldn’t be necessary, I took off my panties as well. If they wanted to see me naked again, I had no problem with it.

When Linda looked around and saw me standing there totally naked, she elbowed Lisa and said, “Don’t look now, but our roommate is totally naked.”

Of course, upon hearing that, Lisa had to turn around and look. This time was different than the last time I’d been naked in front of them. That first time was right after I moved in, so we didn’t know each other very well. Both of them had acted like it was no big deal. They didn’t gawk or make any comments at all. This time was totally different. They both not only gawked, but they constantly teased each other about looking at me, “be still my heart”, and “restrain yourself, girl,” and other teasing remarks.

Linda found the tiny white bikini Arthur bought me. She pulled the top from its hanger and held it up in front of my tits, “What do you think, Lisa?”

“I want to see it on her before I say.”

I held out my hand for the garment, and my two horny roommates watched intently as I put it on.

“Very nice.” Lisa said, and then she handed me the pair of very tight black, fake leather hip-huggers I’d just purchased.

I told them, “I bought some boots to go with these.”

Linda found them in the closet and handed me the knee-high grey suede high-heel boots. When I had them on, Lisa said, “Hang on” and she ran out of my bedroom. When she returned, she handed me a black belt with large silver sequins and a black loose mesh cover up.

Both girls seemed to really like the look, so they took me to their bedroom so I could see myself in their full-length mirror. My tits and the white bikini top were plainly visible through the loose mesh of the cover up. I loved the look a lot and told them so, but to my surprise, they weren’t satisfied. They led me back to my bedroom and told me to strip again.

As I was stripping, I asked them, “What’s wrong with this outfit?”

Both girls giggled, and Linda said, “Nothing.”

The naughty grins on their faces told me all I needed to know. “Hell, if I’d known you wanted to see me naked, I’d stay that way all the time.”

Linda giggled, “Sounds good to us,” and they both started laughing out loud, which made me start to laugh.

When I was naked again, I headed to the kitchen, saying over my shoulder, “You two don’t have to worry about this, but since I’ll probably have a drink or two later, I’d better have something to eat.” When I took some left-over chicken salad from the fridge and turned around, my two roommates were locked in a passionate kiss, their hands kneading each other’s tits. I chuckled, “You two should go spend some time in your bedroom while I eat.”

They both giggled, and Lisa said, “Not a chance. We can do that anytime.”

Linda was staring at my tits while she squeezed and fondled Lisa’s. “You know, if she dances tonight, she’s probably going to get felt up on the dance floor.”

“No doubt about it. Do you think she’s going to be able to handle getting felt up by those dykes?”

Linda giggled again, “I don’t know. It’s probably going to take some getting use to for her.”

Talk about telegraphing a punch! “You know, you’re probably right. Is there anything you two can do to help prepare me for that?”

“Hrm . . . maybe.” Linda said with another giggle.

I put down my plate and walked over to them, “Well?”

Two seconds later, each of them had one of my tits in their hand. I was struck by how erotic it was when, while still fondling my tits, they joined in a passionate kiss. “Damn, that’s too fucking hot.” I said in a low reverent tone.

When they broke their kiss, Lisa asked, “Do you really think so?”

“Absolutely! I think it’s hot as hell.” Hearing that, they kissed again, fondling my tits all the while.

Finally, they came up for air and Lisa purred, “She’s probably going to get kissed tonight too.”

That shocked me. I could understand them wanting to feel me up. I would want to if I were them, but kissing was more personal, and they were in a committed relationship. I was already getting very wet as it was, so I wasn’t about to discourage them. “Perhaps I need some practice.”

Linda looked at Lisa and nodded, and a second later, Lisa was kissing me passionately. I came right then and there, and they both knew it. Linda pulled Lisa’s head away and took her turn kissing me. I didn’t need an invitation to bring my hands up to their tits, and when Linda moaned into my mouth, I came again.

For the next ten minutes, my roommates took turns kissing me, their hands on my tits, and my hands on theirs. I came twice more, and each time, the one who wasn’t kissing me at the time would mumble, “Holy shit” or “Oh wow!”

Finally, I had to end it. “Okay, okay. I give.”

They each gave me one last peck on the lips and one last squeeze of my tits, and then Linda took Lisa’s hand and led her toward their bedroom. Lisa looked around and said with a giggle, “We won’t close the door.”

* * *

Linda and Lisa were happy to let me drive us to the club in my new convertible, with the understanding that one of them would have to drive us back home. It was understood that, just because they were recovering alcoholics, I was not. I wouldn’t, of course, bring alcohol into their apartment, but when out in public, I was told by both of them not to let their abstinence affect my enjoyment of having an alcoholic beverage.

I was nervous upon entering the club. I was definitely out of my element. My uneasiness was diminished greatly by the fact that I was there with Linda and Lisa. They were regulars at the club and knew the bartender and many of the patrons.

I was made fun of more than a little when I pointed out “regular”, heterosexual couples in the club. In each instant, Lisa and Linda assured me that those patrons I believed to be males were definitely not. I was stunned and felt terribly naïve. That also made me very happy that I was free to order a Scotch on the rocks.

There was an almost constant flow of couples and individuals stopping by our table. When those visitors would finally move on, more often than not Linda and Lisa would giggle and make some comment about my outfit, or more specifically what it advertised, as being the cause of so much attention.

Over the course of the evening, on two different occasions, either Linda or Lisa would stop by the table of someone they knew and invite them over to have a drink with us. On each such occasion, one of the girls would introduce me to their friend and explain to them, “Dallas isn’t a lesbian, but we can attest to the fact that she’s a great kisser.” It was always said in jest, of course, and it was always taken that way.

At the suggestion of either Linda or Lisa, the other woman was encouraged to sit with me privately so that I could tell them what I was looking for.

Angie was the first. She was a very short, but attractive blonde with a very shapely body. We moved to another table, ordered fresh drinks, and I explained about my friend in Florida. “I really, really want to give him something special for being so nice to me, and so generous.”

She put her elbows on the small round table and leaned over it toward me. She made no attempt to hide that she was giving me the once over, especially my tits. Just to show her that I wasn’t shy, I boldly pulled my mesh cover up aside, looking her right in the eyes the whole time. When she finally looked back up at my face, I gave her a daring look, “Well, do you like what you see?”

She looked me straight on and asked, “Have you ever fucked another woman?”

I chuckled, “Not yet. Do you want to be my first?”

“It’s too bad there’s a condition attached to that offer.”

“I assume you’ve been with men before. Otherwise the girls wouldn’t have called you over. He’s a great guy, and you’ll get a wonderful few days in Florida out of the deal.”

“I would hope I’d get more than that, if you get my meaning.”

I feigned shock, “Oh, fucking me and a free trip to Florida isn’t enough?” And then I let out a chuckle, “I can’t promise you how much. That depends on how generous my friend is after our visit, but I can tell you he’s been very generous in the past, and you’ll get your share of whatever he gives.”

“When?”

“I don’t know. That will be pretty much up to us.”

She got up to return to her own table, “I’ll think about it. I have Linda’s number.”

The next up was Debra, another cute, taller blonde with an equally nice figure. Most of her questions were about my Florida friend. She had a much more laid back personality and a softer body language. I liked her a lot. Like Angie though, she was very direct with her question about my experience with women.

“Have you ever been with a woman?”

“Just some kissing and touching with my roommates earlier today.”

“How do you know you’re going to be able to do it? It’s not for everyone, especially the . . . oral aspects of girl-girl sex.”

I looked at her straight on, “I have no doubt in my mind, none whatsoever. I’m all in.”

She looked skeptical, “If, and I do mean IF I decide to do this, I’ll have one condition.”

“Name it.”

“Sometime prior to leaving for Florida, you and I will go on an official date to a club much like this one, only a lot bigger and nicer.”

“Do you have a lot of friends there you want to parade me around in front of?”

She giggled, “You know it.”

“I suppose while we’re at the club, you’ll want to show everyone we’re a couple kissing, fondling and such.”

“Absolutely, but there’s one other thing: after our date, you and I will spend the night together.”

I showed her a smile and then waved for our waitress. When she started our way, I gave her the sign that we needed another round. And then I turned back to Debra, “I’ve been thinking about that. I don’t think it would be wise for my first time with a woman to be when we’re with my friend. I should know what I’m doing before taking someone down there.”

She grinned, “I like the way you think.”

“So, do we have a date or not?”

“We do. I want you to wear exactly what you’re wearing now . . . minus the bikini top.”

I couldn’t hide my surprise, “They’ll let me in the club like that?”

“They’ll love it. There will be people who will keep coming back to the club over and over in hopes that you’ll show up again.”

After our drinks arrived and a little more small talk, she asked me, “Will you do me a favor?”

“If I can.”

“Oh, you definitely can. The thing is, everyone saw you sitting over here with Angie earlier. We used to be a thing. She can be pretty aggressive—not your type at all, trust me. Anyway, I would consider it a big favor if you’d make it clear to everyone here that you chose me over her.”

I had to laugh, and then I asked her, “Would this place feel the same about the bikini thing as the other club?”

She cocked her head, not sure why I was asking. “Sure, why?”

I showed her a grin and then reached behind me, pulled the string of my bikini top, and pulled it free. And then I stuffed it into my purse. “After we finish these drinks, we should dance. You pick the song . . . and make it one conducive to you taking certain liberties. Will that do the trick?”

When Debra picked her jaw up from the table, she gave me a resounding “Hell yes! But I may need one more drink first for courage.”

“Would you like me to go to the bar to get us a fresh round?”

“Gawd yes. That would be awesome. Strut you stuff, girl.”

“Okay, I’ll be right back.” And I got up and walked slowly to the bar. The stares, whispers, and people elbowing each other didn’t escape my notice. I stopped on the way by Linda and Lisa’s table. They had two friends sitting with them. When I leaned over, letting the flaps of my cover up fall open, I told them, “The search is over.”

Linda laughed, “I should hope so.”

I giggled and then headed on to the bar. Our waitress was out delivering drinks, so I turned my back to the bar, resting my elbows on it. The bartender asked from behind me, “Having fun?”

I turned around and showed her a smile, “Yes, but this is for Debra’s benefit.”

She laughed, “Rubbing Angie’s nose in it, are you?”

I giggled, “That’s the idea.”

The bartender just laughed again, “Ready for another round?”

“Yep.”

Just before Debra and I headed to the dance floor, I told her, “I’ll leave it up to you to know how much we can get away with without getting tossed out.”

She chuckled, “I’m not sure it’s possible to get thrown out for anything other than starting a fight. Trust me; we could have sex in the middle of the dance floor for all they care.”

“Well, let’s not go quite that far.”

“Spoil sport.

* * *

By the time Linda and Lisa were ready to leave, Debra and I had danced four times. I say ‘danced’ but it was more us taking turns grinding against each other from behind and feeling up each other’s tits. Of course, there was a lot of kissing too. When Debra was behind me with her hands on my tits, she made sure that the flaps of my cover up were wide open. Before the last dance was over, I was wondering why I hadn’t just taken it off.

Debra told Linda and Lisa that she’d had too much to drink to drive home safely, and she asked for a ride home.

“You just want some more time with Dallas’ tits.” Lisa teased her.

“Can you blame me? I know you had some time with them earlier.”

The back seat of my Mustang wasn’t very big, but it didn’t matter. Debra was all over me, kissing me, playing with my tits, and even kissing and sucking them. Lisa put down the convertible top, and when we got up on the highway, Debra dared me to flash my tits to the world. I told her I would if she would, and then I helped her remove her blouse and bra.

A minute later, we were both on our knees facing the rear of the car and waving to the other cars. I’d had enough to drink not to worry about what would happen if we accidentally flashed a cop.

After dropping Debra off at her apartment with one last passionate kiss, Linda and Lisa teased me all the way home. “That’s a night I don’t think the people in the club will ever forget.”

“I was giddy both with booze and excitement, so I leaned over between the bucket seats and told the girls, “Wow! I really owe you two for giving me all that practice before we came out tonight.”

That caused both of them to start laughing. They were still laughing when we got to our apartment.

* * *

TINA

I got up and walked across the room. I stopped the tape recorder. We’d been at it for almost six hours, and I was fresh out of blank tapes. “That’s going to have to be enough for today. I’ll go buy some more tapes in the morning.”

Dallas got up and stretched mightily, “Good. I’m hungry, and I could use a drink.”

“Help yourself to the booze in the cupboard next to the dishwasher. There’s some Scotch in there too. I’ll grill some chicken for dinner.”

I began to tenderize two chicken breasts while Dallas took out the bottle of Jack Daniel’s and went to the fridge for ice and a coke. “Do you want one?”

While listening to her story, it was obvious that Dallas preferred Scotch on the rocks, yet she seemed happy to substitute her preferred drink for mine. I made a mental note that she seemed to be somewhat of a chameleon in that regard, adapting to the preferences of others. She’d done the same by adapting to Linda, Lisa’s and Debra’s advances.

While I cooked, Dallas went for a swim in the pool. She’d been naked in front of me all day, but I still found it difficult not to watch her while I was tending to the chicken on the outside grill. It was simply impossible not to watch her.

After dinner and while relaxing with a drink in the hot tub, Dallas asked me a question right out of the blue that took me back more than a little, “So, are you going to be fucking Oscar tonight?”

Oscar, of course, was my favorite sex toy. I talked about it freely while chatting in the nudist room on Lit chat, so it didn’t surprise me that she knew about it. What did surprise me was the implication of her question. She was assuming that either seeing her naked all day, or that hearing her story would have me turned on enough to feel the need to masturbate. She wasn’t totally wrong, but I couldn’t let her know that. I didn’t want to give her any incentive to ‘spice’ up the sexual aspects of her story with the motive of turning me on. “I hadn’t thought about it, why?”

She chuckled, “You’re not a very good liar. You’re going to cum tonight while thinking about fucking me.”

I decided to turn the conversation back on her. “Does telling me your story turn you on?”

“Not really, but I am enjoying telling it to someone. I’ve never had the opportunity to tell it before.”

“Have you ever met anyone whom you didn’t assume was turned on by meeting you?”

Dallas tilted her head back in what seemed to be deep contemplation, and then she looked at me and said, “Yes, the old man who gave me a ride from the park to the AA club that first day.”

“He’s the only one?”

“I think so, yes. Tina, whoever put me on this earth, went out of their way to make me an irresistible sexual creature. And they gave me the physiology to enjoy sex so much I’d want to pursue it. Who am I to doubt they knew what they were doing or deny their ability to achieve their goal? Instead, I choose to enjoy it, to celebrate it, and to share it with certain other people. There’s no reason for you to be embarrassed about getting turned on. That just means you’re human. Now, I’m going to make myself another drink, take a shower and go to bed. Would you like another one?”

“Please. I’m going to stay in here for another few minutes.”

When Dallas came back outside and handed me a fresh drink, she stood in front of me for several seconds before saying, “Good night, Tina. Say hi to Oscar for me.” And then she laughed out loud and went back inside, still laughing as she closed the door behind her.

* * *

To my surprise, when I got home from the store the next morning, Dallas was in the kitchen cooking us breakfast. “That smells good. What are you making?”

“Scrambled eggs, Southwestern Style.”

I looked in the skillet and saw that she’d added mushrooms, a little green pepper, some pimentos, a few diced tomatoes, and some onions. “Did Neil cook?”

She chuckled, “Some, but I’ve learned a lot on my own. Now, if you plan to eat with me, you’re over dressed.”

“Why is it important to you that I’m naked?”

She showed me a naughty grin, “Maybe I just like looking at you.”

“Like you told me last night, you’re not a very good liar.”

“Speaking of that, did you say hi to Oscar for me last night?”

I decided to tell her the truth, “No, I didn’t want to risk you hearing his buzz, so I just used my fingers.”

She turned to look me straight on, “Thank you for being honest. So you didn’t cum. I know you need both penetration and clit stimulation to cum. Still, I hope you went to sleep with a smile on your face.”

I was taking off my clothes, “I did.”

“Good, but just so you know, I wasn’t listening for the buzz. Anytime you want some help, I’m available.”

“Thanks, but I’m okay on my own.”

She chuckled, “Okay, but you don’t know what you’re missing.”

* * *

Dallas Nash (in her own words)

Okay, where was I? Oh yes, Linda and Lisa took me out to the lesbian club, and I met Debra there. I had a lot of fun that night. Debra and I made plans for our ‘big date’. I wasn’t nervous about it at all. I was however, a little nervous about what was going to happen after going to the club. Obviously, I’d never had sex with a woman, and with her being a lesbian, she was surely well practiced at it. Still, I was hoping I could learn a lot from her.

Prior to our date, I looked at more apartments, but I still didn’t find the one I was looking for. I also spent a lot of time on the Sugar Babies website. My inbox was packed full of messages from men.

Again, most were men just wanting to pay me for sex. I ignored those. I did find a couple that sounded interesting. In both cases, the men proclaimed to be financially able to show me a good time, buy me nice clothes, help with rent, and provide me with spending money. Also, like Arthur, they fit my criteria for not being overly handsome.

One of them lived in Vegas, and the other lived in Denver. I wasn’t keen on going to Vegas because of the competition. There are a lot of very beautiful and sexy women there. So I chose to respond to CoSkiMan.

After thanking him for his interest, I asked him one question, “What was it about my profile, other than my pictures, that piqued your interest?”

His answer read, “Four things: Exhibitionist, open-minded, bisexual and broke. Ben.”

I responded with, “When most girls claim to be exhibitionist, they are talking about dressing in skimpy clothes and doing things like bending over just right so as to let a guy have a peek down their top, or things like hiking up their skirt a little in McDonald’s. To me, that’s just minor teasing. I am a true exhibitionist. Do you have specific ways in mind that you’d like me to demonstrate that? About my being ‘bisexual’. I’ve yet to have sex with a woman. However, I do live with two lesbians, and we’ve done some kissing and touching. Also, they took me to a lesbian club the other night. I met a girl there and had a lot of fun making out with her. She and I have a date to go out this weekend, and it’s understood that we’ll spend the night having sex together. So, when I said I’m bisexual, that may have been a bit of an exaggeration, but I’m well on my way to making it true. I’m not sure what you have in mind in the ‘open-minded’ category, so I hope you’ll give me a hint. As far as the ‘broke’ thing, that’s true enough. My lesbian friends gave me a place to live and loaned me the clothes to take those pictures. I have resisted the urge to become a topless dancer or hooker, so I’m hoping men like you will help me avoid having to stoop to those things. Dallas.”

He responded, “Dallas: Thank you very much for your candid response. I love your honesty. To answer your questions: about the exhibitionist thing, I do not have a particular scenario in mind. The best thing I can hope for is that you’ll shock me. I think it’s endearing that you’re new to exploring your bisexual tendencies. If things go well on your date with that girl and what happens later that night, I hope you might be able to bring her with you to Colorado, IF she’s not a true lesbian, of course. Otherwise, perhaps we can find someone else to join us. On the ‘open-minded’ thing, I do have fantasies of things like anal sex and other things, perhaps even golden showers. My wife is a stuck up prude and won’t do anything other than bland sex. As far as your financial situation, I don’t expect you to take that on good faith. If you decide to come to Colorado, I will demonstrate my generosity in advance and trust you to hold up your end. Thank you for considering me. I feel very honored by your interest. Ben”

Wow! There were a couple of things in there that gave me a moment of pause . . . but just a moment, namely the anal sex thing and the golden shower thing. Still, those weren’t deal breakers for me. If he was good to his word about showing me his generosity in advance, I would commit to traveling to Colorado.

I wrote back, “Ben: I have never had anal sex, and I have never experienced golden showers, but those aren’t deal breakers for me. The girl I have the date with has been in heterosexual relationships in the past, so I’m sure she would be open to accompanying me to Colorado. Any help you can give me in that regard will be appreciated. Shocking you with my exhibitionist boldness won’t be a problem for me, but you may have to bail me out of jail, hehehe. Any advance help you can give me will be greatly appreciated. You have no reason to trust me, but I assure you this: if you help me, and I can’t live up to my end of the deal, I’ll return promptly anything you give me. I am a woman of my word. Now, please understand that it might be a month or a little more before I can come to Colorado. So, if I can’t come in the next few days, please don’t think I’m putting you off. I do have another obligation with a Daddy in Florida. Your Baby, Dallas.”

I included my bank account number and the bank’s tracking number. Two days later, there was a new deposit in my account for ten thousand dollars.

* * *

On Thursday, a day prior to our ‘date’, I called Debra. “Can you meet me for a drink after you get off work?”

Her voice sounded like her puppy had just got run over, “Are you backing out of our date?”

“Oh God no! I’m looking forward to it. I just have something else I want to talk to you about.”

“Whew! You scared me for a minute. Sure, where and when?”

After making the plans, I hung up with a huge grin on my face. I was pleased to know that she was so looking forward to our date, just as I was.”

* * *

When Debra and I were sitting in the corner booth at a bar near her apartment, and after ordering drinks, I jumped right into it: “Deb, how much do you make a week?”

She looked at me as if she was trying to figure out why I was asking, “Six, six-fifty depending on how much overtime I get, why?”

“How would you like to make five or ten thousand a week?”

“Are you kidding?”

“No, I’m as serious as a heart attack, so answer the question?”

“Who do I have to fuck?”

I had to laugh out loud, “Anyone I fuck . . . and me, of course. It might be as many as a guy every couple of weeks or so—rich guys all over the country.”

“That’s it? I’d have to fuck a guy and you a couple of times a month? You don’t even know if I’m any good.”

“I’ll find that out tomorrow night, but for now, I’ll take it on faith. You have the looks and the body.” And then I slid an envelope across the table and waited for her to open it.

When she did, her eyes flew open. Inside, she found a check for three thousand dollars. “I want you to quit your job tomorrow and team up with me. I’m sure we’ll make a great team, depending on some things, of course.”

“What things?”

“First, I don’t date handsome men. They can get all the women they want, so they don’t appreciate me as much as the average looking ones. Most of them like that I’m an exhibitionist, just like you do. Can you be one too? Also, some of them like to get a little kinky, anal sex, golden showers, stuff like that. Can you go there?”

“For that kind of money, hell yes!”

“Then when we meet for our date tomorrow night, I’ll expect you to have quit your job. Also, when we go out, you need to show me your exhibitionist side. Later, you can teach me about girl-girl sex. I assume I’m going to need a lot of practice.”

Debra grinned from ear to ear, “I guess I can force myself to give you a few lessons.”

* * *

The following evening, I arrived at Deb’s apartment around seven p.m. and went upstairs. I had barely knocked on her door when she flung it open. I had to laugh, “What, were you waiting at the door?”

She giggled, “Only for the last ten minutes.”

When we were inside, I checked her out. She was wearing western boots and jeans, a western belt with a big buckle, and a white, very see through blouse. “Wow! I like!”

She pulled back the flaps of my mesh cover up, exposing my bare tits, “Hell, no one will even notice me.” And then she bent at the waist and gave each of my nipples a quick lick.

I made one modification to her outfit. I unbuttoned her blouse and tucked the tails into her blue jeans way around her sides, which left her abs and belly fully exposed. Next, I ran my hands inside her blouse and fondled her firm C cup tits, “Very nice, but you’d better call us a taxi before I get carried away.”

While we were waiting on the taxi, I asked her, “Did you quit your job?”

“Yes, right before my shift was over.”

“I’m shopping for a very nice apartment. I haven’t found the right one yet, but when I do, I expect you to move in with me and share the rent.”

“If the money is anything like you promised, I have no problem with that.”

“Do you have anything to drink?”

“I bought a bottle of good Scotch.”

“Great, let’s have one and get ready to go shock your friends at the club.”

Debra chuckled, “I may need more than one.”

“Me too.” I confessed.

* * *

The club was as Deb had described it. It was a lot bigger and nicer than the one where I’d met her. Also, the patrons were a lot less reserved. They openly made comments about both of us, openly praising our outfits.

As before, while dancing, we blatantly kissed and fondled each other, but this time, I made sure everyone got a great look at Deb’s tits.

Back in her apartment later, we were all over each other. I found sex with her to be not that much different than sex with Arthur, except that she didn’t have a cock for me to suck or fuck. Still, it was every bit as passionate and needy.

I lost track of how many times she made me cum with her mouth and tongue, and how many times I came while doing the same to her. I came to love the taste of her pussy, and especially the taste of her cum, which was generous.

I also learned to love the sound of her strained voice saying, “God yes! Right there! Please don’t stop that.”

I clearly remember trying to buck my hips up violently enough to remove her mouth from my clit, most often unsuccessfully. I finally blacked out, and when I came to, I found her smiling at me appreciatively and proud of her accomplishment.

She told me, “I’ve never seen a girl cum that often and that powerfully.”

“I’ve never blacked out from having my pussy eaten. You’re good.”

Deb giggled, “I’ve had a lot of practice.”

“Then I guess I need more practice.”

“Oooooo, I like the way you think.”

* * *

The next morning at breakfast, Deb caught me staring at her, “What?”

“I was just thinking that we’re going to make a great team.”

“Yeah, well, the whole anal thing scares me.”

“Deb, we’ll do whatever our Sugar Daddy wants us to do. I’ve never done it either, but maybe we’ll just have to concentrate on the money and do what we have to do. If you’re nervous about it, maybe we need to lube up a vibe and practice it.”

“I’m just used to being able to say no.”

“Well, you’d better get over that in a hurry. If a Sugar Daddy wants you to stand on your head and suck his toes, you’d better be willing to do it and make him believe you love it, understood?”

“Okay.”

* * *

A week later, I found ‘the’ apartment. It had a sunken living room, and an indoor hot tub room. It had an open floor plan with two bedrooms. Each bedroom had a master bathroom and a walk in closet. And the best thing about it was that it was in an “adults only” community. The facility had a wonderful pool and grill area.

I took Deb there and showed it to her. “Can we afford this?” was her only question. It was four grand a month unfurnished.

“If we can’t, we need to chunk the whole deal and go back to hourly wages.”

We rented the apartment.

* * *

A week after moving in to our new apartment, Deb and I were on a plane to Florida. I’d told Arthur, “I’m bringing a friend with me. I’m thinking of putting her up in a nice hotel, unless you have another idea.”

“Why can’t she stay with us at my place?”

“Because I want to spend my first night in Florida with just you.”

“Okay, then I’ll set up a reservation for her at the Saint Pete Yacht club.”

“Perfect.”

“I didn’t get to go out on your boat on my first visit. That would be a great time for you to get to know her.”

“Done. I look forward to it.”

* * *

There wasn’t a limo waiting for us this time. Deb took a cab to the Saint Pete Yacht Club and I called Arthur who was waiting for me in the cell phone waiting area. When I stepped out of the airport baggage claim area, he was there within a minute to pick me up.

It was obvious from the start that he was all about the woman I brought with me, “So, who is this friend you brought down here to meet me?”

“Just a friend. If you want, I can have her join us tonight.”

“No, no, it should be just the two of us tonight.”

I laughed and slapped his arm playfully, “You’re so full of shit. All you can think about is her.”

He feigned injury, “Okay, perhaps I was thinking about that a lot. I’ve never been with two girls. But now you have my undivided attention, I promise.”

When I looked over, I saw a noticeable bulge in Arthur’s slacks. I reached over and gave it a playful squeeze, “Wow! Did you already take some Viagra?”

He chuckled, “No, not yet.”

“Oh, then thinking about having me and Deb at the same time must have caused this.”

“Maybe.”

“I should be upset about that, but I’m not. I’m glad you’re excited about it. She’s sweet. You’re going to love her. I know I do. I wouldn’t bring just anyone down here to meet you. And just so you know, whatever she and I do with each other over the next few days is not just for your benefit. We have a lot of fun together.”

“That’s good to know.”

I continued squeezing Arthur’s hard cock, “Also, when the three of us are together, you don’t have to be shy about showing her any kind of attention you have the urge to do. I won’t be jealous.”

“Thank you. That means a lot. Now, you’d better stop that before you make me cum in my pants.”

I let out a naughty giggle. “Okay, I don’t want to risk you wrapping us around a telephone pole.”

When Arthur pulled into his garage and lowered the door, I grabbed his arm to keep him from getting out. “Put your seat back as far as it will go.” And then I crawled up onto the console and began undoing his belt and lowering his zipper. “Raise up” and when he did, I tugged his pants and underwear down enough to expose his still hard cock.

I then started licking up and down his nice shaft before taking him into my mouth. “Ummmm” I moaned as my lips met his pubic hair. When I raised up and let his cock slide out of my mouth, I told him, “We’ll have to take some shaving stuff on the boat with us tomorrow so me and Deb can shave your cock and balls. Are you going to have a problem with that?”

Arthur laughed out loud, “No, not at all. I’ve thought about it, but I never have, mostly because I never had a reason to.”

“Well, you have a reason to now. I’ve never been with a man who was shaved, but I think I’ll love it. I saw several at the nudist camp last time I was down here, and they looked simply delicious.” And then I went right back to sucking his cock.

“Ah yes, the nudist camp. Are we going to go there this week?”

I showed him a wink, “You promised you’d take me there every time I come down here. Deb has never been to one, and she’s really looking forward to it.” I ran my tongue over and around the swollen head of his cock, “Did I tell you I rented a new apartment?”

“No, you didn’t mention that.”

“It’s very nice, but expensive, so I moved Deb in with me to help with the rent.”

I had his cock totally in my mouth and down my throat when he said, “Trust me, your rent isn’t going to be a problem. I don’t want you worrying about things like that. Do you understand?”

I responded by increasing the pressure on his cock, and when I began swirling my tongue over the underside of the bulbous head, he stiffened and began cumming in my mouth. Like the first time I gave him a blowjob, I saved some of his nice load and shared it with him. I came when he eased his tongue into my mouth and began swirling his tongue around mine to savor the taste of his cum.

* * *

That night with Arthur involved plenty of hot, steamy sex, but it involved so much more than that. At one point, after a lively romp in bed, we settled in to watch a movie. We were both naked on his sofa, snuggling under a comforter and sipping drinks. It was just a nice, sweet, romantic time, and I enjoyed it very much.

The following morning, Arthur was understandably anxious to get to his boat and meet Debra. I teased him mercilessly about it all morning. Finally though, it was time, so we got into his convertible and headed for Saint Petersburg.

Deb was waiting on the dock near Arthur’s yacht. She was barefooted and wearing the very tiny pink string bikini I’d helped her pick out. When we walked up, I’d barely made the introductions before Deb had her arms around Arthur’s neck and kissing him on the lips, and then she immediately groped his crotch through his shorts and purred, “I’ve heard so much about you, I feel like I already know you.”

I teased them, “Come on you two. Let’s hit the water before someone calls the police.”

We were still moored to the dock when Deb doffed her bikini. Not wanting to be left out, I removed mine as well. There were plenty of hoots and whistles from others on the dock and on nearby yachts. Both Deb and I just smiled and waved at them. Arthur was laughing only loud enough for us to hear. He loved every second of it.

As we pulled away from the dock, I was afraid Arthur might wreck us because he was paying more attention to us than where he was going. Of course, we were kissing and fondling each other, so I couldn’t blame him too much.

We were probably over five miles out into the gulf when Arthur stopped the boat and lowered the anchor. I immediately dove into the water, but Deb stayed on board long enough to help Arthur out of his shorts. I was trying not to pay attention, but I did see her give his cock a quick lick and suck. And then they both dove into the water.

After a few minutes of swimming and splashing around, I went to Arthur and put my arms around his neck. I gave him a passionate kiss and then purred in his ear, “I told you not to be shy. You need to go to Deb and show her how glad you are that she’s here. Her tits are incredible. You should check them out for yourself.”

He gave me another kiss and then swam over to Deb. A few seconds later, they were kissing passionately. It was difficult for him to keep their heads above water, but he managed to feel up her tits for a few seconds at a time. I couldn’t see it, but I assumed she was feeling his cock as well.

A minute later, I joined them, kissing Deb passionately. Arthur made no secret about his enjoyment of watching that. “Oh, you like watching us kiss, do you?”

“Hell yeah.”

And then Deb cooed, “If you like that, just wait. It’s going to get a whole lot better.”

“I can’t wait.”

I let out a laugh, “Oh yes you can, but it’s going to be worth waiting for, I promise.”

Back on the boat, and after Arthur had poured us all drinks, we led him over to the padded bench and made him sit down. I straddled one of his legs and Deb straddled the other. I pulled one of his hands to my tits, and Deb pulled his other hand to hers. And then she and I began kissing.

He said in a low reverent tone, “That is too fucking hot.”

When we broke our kiss, I said to him, “Hell yes it is. I almost came just now.” And then I went right back to kissing her. A few seconds later, I did indeed cum.

Deb said to Arthur, “God, I’m so jealous of her for being able to cum so easily, but according to her, you’re more than capable of making me cum a lot.”

“She’s a little biased.”

“Well, she said you fucked her so good she blacked out.”

I spoke up, “Hell, he did that again last night too. The man can definitely fuck.”

Arthur chuckled, “Only with the help of Viagra.”

Deb said with a giggle, “In that case, take two.” And then she broke into a rendition of “Double your pleasure, double your fun . . .”

I stood up, downed my drink and went downstairs, emerging a minute later with the shaving cream, razor and a pan of warm water. To my delight, Arthur was kissing and fondling Deb’s very nice tits. “Hey you two, time to get to work.”

I slid a Viagra in to Arthur’s mouth. “You’re going to need that later.” And then I immediately began spreading shaving cream around his still hard cock and his balls. I handed Deb the razor, “You’re up. Don’t cut off anything we’re going to need later.”

I held his cock straight up while Deb began shaving him. It took awhile, but when she was finished, Arthur’s cock and balls were as smooth as a baby’s bottom. After rinsing him thoroughly, Deb said, “Now I need to give it the test.” And she immediately began licking and sucking his cock. She couldn’t take it all, but most of it. And then she said to me, “Your turn.”

She didn’t need to tell me twice. I slid down and began licking and sucking his now smooth, hair free cock. “Very nice.” I told them both. “I love it.” And then I kissed Deb and then told her, “It’s your turn to give him a blowjob, but you have to share his cum with both of us when you’re finished.”

While Deb was sucking Arthur’s cock, I intermittingly licked up and down his shaft and kissed her with the head of his cock between our lips. His moaning let us know how much he enjoyed seeing that.

When Arthur began cumming, Deb took over, and as instructed, she shared it with me. Finally, she gathered a healthy amount of cum that had oozed out and ran down his shaft, and shared it with him. He was obviously in seventh heaven.

* * *

Deb and I dove into the warm gulf water and made out for a few minutes. We’d barely climbed back up the ladder when another yacht pulled up a few yards from ours. It was fifty percent larger than ours, and there was a naked woman at the helm. She hollered out, “Is that you, Art?”

He was scrambling to cover himself as he yelled back, “Hi Jill. Where’s Jack?” And then he said to us, “Her name is really Beverly, but because her husband’s name is Jack, everyone calls her Jill.”

I had to laugh when she yelled back, “He’s downstairs boning a couple of my friends.”

After lowering their anchor, she dove into the water and swam over to our boat. I helped her onto the deck, “Hi, I’m Dallas and this is Debra. I guess you already know Arthur, our boyfriend.” She looked to be in her mid forties.

“OUR boyfriend?”

Deb answered, “Yes, our boyfriend. He’s a doll.”

Jill laughed and then said, “Sweet. We’ve known Art for years. He never mentioned having such sexy girlfriends.” And then she gestured to my tits, “Please tell me those aren’t real.”

Deb giggled and then said, “They are.” And then she squeezed one of my tits and grinned, “Feel for yourself.”

I learned right then that Jill wasn’t shy. She immediately reached out and felt of my tit that Deb wasn’t already fondling. “Oh my god! Very nice, and very real.”

It was about that time when another woman emerged from below deck on their yacht. When she yelled over, Jill waved her over to join us, “That’s Monica. She’s our neighbor, and she’s a lot of fun.”

Arthur was still up on the top of the boat with a towel around him. I urged him to come down and join us, and then I pulled his towel free, “Don’t be such a prude. We’re all naked.”

Jill immediately went over and gave him a tight hug, “Hey there. I never knew you’re a player. It’s nice to see you.”

“You too.” Arthur said back to her when he could. It was obvious that he was totally embarrassed.

It was about that time when Jill’s husband emerged from the lower level of their yacht with a hot thirty something blonde with big tits dr*ped all over him. “Hi Arthur.”

“Come on over. I’ll pour you a scotch. What would your lady like?”

“Vodka and orange if you have it.”

“Done”

When Jack and the blonde climbed aboard and all of the introductions were made, Jack told us, “We’re having a party at our place tomorrow. Can y’all make it?”

I spoke up, “Sorry, but we’ve got a cabin rented at the nudist camp for tomorrow.”

“Oh, which one?” Jill asked.

“Lake Como.”

Jill and her blonde friend laughed, “We go to Caliente. It’s got fewer rules.”

I explained, “We don’t mind the rules, and Arthur is always horny as hell afterward.”

Jill’s blonde friend gestured toward me, “I’m sure that has very little to do with the sights at the nudist camp.”

Jack made some comment about getting together socially now that their lifestyles are out in the open. I don’t think it was Jack’s specific words, but Arthur’s attitude and body language changed noticeably. He was still polite, but he let our guests know that it was time for them to depart so we could get going.

Once we were underway, I climbed the stairs and asked Arthur, “Do you mind telling me what that was all about?”

He looked a little embarrassed, “Before today, they’ve always been really stuck up. They wouldn’t give me the time of day, other than a polite greeting when we’d run into each other at the club. Now, all of a sudden, they want to be best friends. You and I both know why.”

I put my arm around his waist, “Well, if Deb and I can help a little with your popularity, would that be a really bad thing?”

“I’d just as soon make new friends, perhaps people at the nudist camp. By the way, do we really have reservations out there for tomorrow?”

I laughed, “No, I just didn’t want to attend their party. Deb and I don’t want to share you with anyone.”

“Thank you. Most of the members of the yacht club are just snobs anyway. I do like the employees there though. They’ve always treated me great.”

“Yeah, I got that from the first time you took me there. So when we go back, we’ll just concentrate on them. I’ll let Deb know. Now, when we’re far enough away from the snobs, I’d like to swim a little more.”

* * *

Later that evening, and after a wonderful dinner at the yacht club during which Deb and I went out of our way to schmooze the bartenders and wait staff, we all showered and made ourselves ready for a great night of sex.

Just after crawling between my legs to go down on me, Deb joked with Arthur, “You’d better get ready to hold her down. I’m about to make her fly off the bed.”

He chuckled, and I told Deb, “Trust me; he’s seen it many times.”

Arthur added, “Yeah. It really made me feel like Superman the first time.”

A few minutes later, I was indeed bucking and flailing and screaming like a banshee. Arthur was fondling my tits and encouraging Deb not to stop . . . and she didn’t.

The highlight of the night for me was watching Arthur fuck Deb into oblivion. When he finally came, which was his third time of the day, it took her over five minutes to recuperate enough to talk. I laughed out loud when Arthur opened the window and did his best Tarzan yell out into the night.

* * *

When our week in Florida finally came to an end, and after going through airport security, Deb and I killed time by having a snack and drink in an airport lounge. I was mildly shocked when she confessed to me, “God! I forgot how much fun it was to have sex with a man.”

When she saw the skeptical look on my face, she added, “Oh, don’t give me that look. I’m still a lesbian, but I’m also a recovering heterosexual. I still prefer women, but I’m sure even a vegetarian’s mouth has to water when they see a commercial for a great steak house, if they’ve ever enjoyed one in the past.

Our female waitress heard Deb’s last comment and smiled. I laughed out loud. And then Deb lowered her voice and asked me, “How much do you think he’s going to give us?”

I showed her a serious look and answered honestly, “Nothing.”

Deb looked shocked, “Nothing! Didn’t he like me?”

I played coy, “Yes, he loved you. He even asked me to promise that I’d bring you with me on my next visit to Florida.”

“Then . . . what the hell did we come down here for? He’s a nice guy and all, but we’re not doing this to have fun. We’re doing this for the money. Doesn’t he understand that?”

I decided I’d let her squirm enough so I opened my purse, took out my wallet, and pulled out that magic piece of plastic. Her eyes got wide when she realized what it was. “He told me to use it to pay our rent, electric bill, clothes, and any emergencies that might come up.”

Her response was very fitting, “Holy fuck!”

* * *

Ben was not Arthur. He wasn’t really bad or disrespectful at first, but he was much colder and aloof. The thing that pissed me off the most was his way of almost totally disregarding Debra.

After meeting us and escorting us to his chauffer driven Limo, he immediately reached for my tits and practically ordered Deb to give him a blowjob. I couldn’t let that stand. I pulled his hands from my tits and said, “Oh hell no!” And then I asked the driver to stop the car and let us out. When I turned back to Ben, I said in a hateful tone, “I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but we’re not hookers and we don’t appreciate being treated like we are.”

He spat back, “Oh, poor babies. I gave you ten grand to come here and have sex with me. If that doesn’t make you hookers, what the hell are you?”

As Deb and I got our bags out of the trunk, I shot back at him, “Your money will be returned to you tomorrow, minus the cost of our airline tickets. I can’t wait to write about this experience on the website. Now, unless you have something else to say, fuck you and goodbye.”

Fortunately, we were only three blocks from the airline terminal. It was early morning when we got back to our apartment, but I was still too wound up to sleep. After sending his money back to his bank account, I wrote a hateful, scathing review of him on the website.

* * *

Two days after arriving back home; I received a message on the website that really got me to thinking. It wasn’t an invitation to travel to visit the guy. Instead, David suggested I set up a web cam site so men can pay to watch me on cam. The thing that got me excited about David’s idea was that I could generate an income without traveling.

Later that day, I went to the post office a