It took about an hour to make sure all my clothes were packed, then another twenty minutes to say all our 'Goodbyes, I'll writes', and all that good stuff. I gave everybody a big hug before I left with Dad. Val got a special one. She was still looking a little starry eyed. Dad was curious about Riekie, but contained it until we were in the car.
"So what's this about Riekie?"
"Oh! It seems she gets her jollies from watching other people make out. It doesn't even have to be full sex. With us, all we have to do is get into some heavy French kissing. She has an orgasm, and it's so strong she faints. She won't recognize her own sexuality. She keeps telling Carol that masturbation is dirty. Thank God her parents are more like you guys. I don't know where it came from. I think Joanne has something to do with it. She has some hang ups, too, but from what I've seen, Riekie's are worse."
"Oh, so after this incident, you're wondering if Riekie's changed her attitude toward masturbation?"
"For her sake I hope so."
"This new-found maturity of yours is pretty unnerving!" We both laughed.
"Like I told you, Dad. I don't think it's new. I think it was there all along, from the way you and Mom raised me. It just took the right situation to bring it out."
"It's still unnerving to see it so suddenly."
"I guess."
In about ten minutes, we were at the Scotts' being greeted by my Teen Angel. My Girl! Carol and Bob were both watching for us. Carol ran up and gave me a great big wet kiss, then threw her arms around Dad and hugged him hard, as he helped unload my stuff. You could tell he was delighted. He beamed. He'd be telling Mom what a wonderful girl Carol was, just because she hugged him. What red blooded man wouldn't like being mauled be a sexy nymphet? She was acting just like a typical teenager, all bubbly and bouncy. I loved her more (if that was possible) for it. It just seemed the more I saw of her, the more I found to love. And only a month ago, we didn't even know the other existed. Ain't love grand? Dad couldn't stay and visit, even though he was still curious about Riekie.
After Dad left, we carried my stuff into the house. Dolly gave me a big hug. Once I got settled in, Dolly said "We had better get this over with. Joanne has to leave soon. Bobby, go get the girls. I suppose Carol didn't tell you the rest? Their confined to their room for the day, and I had Bobby take the phone out."
The two older girls came trooping in. I was standing behind Carol with my arms around her waist, hands clasped over her navel. I was holding her close, and looking over her shoulder. The pose was deliberate. Carol knew what I was doing, but she was having a hard time keeping a straight face. Out of spite, she kept rubbing her butt into my crotch, teasing an already formidable boner. When they saw us, the two girls both sucked in their breath sharply, and rather than the repentant look Dolly wanted, they went all cow-eyed, our pose recalling images from this morning, just as I thought they might. Seeing this, Carol got a little more serious, and stopped teasing my cock with her butt. Instead, she snuggled back into my arms contentedly, and watched the girls with concern.
Dolly looked at the two girls "Riekie, Joanne, don't you have something to say to Carol and Dave?"
Riekie lost her cow-eyes. She looked like she was going to break down. "Carol, Dave. What we did today was wrong. We invaded your privacy. We cheapened a very romantic gift. We were friends until this. Can you forgive me, and let us be friends again?"
A pretty speech. She'd obviously rehearsed it. But did she mean it? I looked closer. Riekie was trying valiantly to hold back tears. I whispered in Carol's ear. "What do you think, Sweetheart? She's trying awful hard not to cry. I think she means it." Carol just gave a quick nod of her head, and pressed back tighter into me. She was trying to hold back tears too.
It's amazing how quickly the tables had turned. Riekie was always the big sister, looking out for Carol. Now Carol was the big sister.
"Riekie, you were always a good and true friend until this. From what she told me this morning, I don't like the way you treated Carol Anne last night. It was that, which made her hole up in the bathroom and call me in the first place. I was planning to give that gift to her anyway, but at a time of our choosing. Your actions forced me to rush it. Then, you cheapened it by listening in. Carol and I agree that it looks like your apology is genuine and sincere. So, we accept your apology." She brightened up, and moved forward to hug us. I held up my hand. She stopped.
"Friendship is another thing completely." She looked stricken. Carol turned her head up to me. The look in her eye was questioning. It was obvious from the stricken look that the friendship part was what Riekie valued most. Her apology was sincere. "Friendship is based on trust and truth. To regain our friendship you must re-earn our trust. Can you do that?" Carol relaxed. Now she, too, understood.
She nodded, lips quivering "Y-yes."
"Good. Friendship is also based on truth. It's no coincidence that the two words are similar. They share a common root. To regain our friendship, you must always be truthful with us. Can you do that?"
She nodded "Yes."
"Good. Then here's your first test. How did you two come to be listening in on Carol's and my very private and personal phone conversation?"
She glanced over at Joanne, who was looking daggers at her. "Joanne went to use the bathroom. She heard Carol talking on the phone to you. She came back to our room all excited, and told me that Carol was talking to you on the phone. She couldn't understand why Carol had to hide in the bathroom to talk to you when we had a phone in our room. She thought you guys were talking about us behind our backs. She said 'Let's listen in, and see what's so special that she can't use this phone.' I didn't want to do it. I know if I had a boyfriend, I'd want a little privacy. But she got all excited. She started listening, and the next thing you know, I was listening too. Then you guys started getting so hot, so very hot, I couldn't pull away. And then everything went all haywire. You guys got hot, we got hot, and Mom caught us being dirty with our fingers. When she came in, I thought she'd yell at us for doing ourselves. But no, she was angry that we had invaded your privacy. Oh, guys, I'm so sorry. You guys have been so good with me, and we had so much fun, and now I've ruined it! I feel awful!" She broke down and started crying. With a struggle, she got herself back together.
"Just where in our conversation did you come in?"
"Well, Jo was listening a few minutes longer than I was, but I think I started when you guys were talking about names. That's what hooked me. I was awed, that you two could put so much meaning in a name."
"Did we talk about either of you?"
"Yes."
"Did we say anything gossipy or derogatory?"
"No."
"What did you learn from what we talked about regarding you?"
"I was angry at first, that you would talk about me at all, then I realized that you were talking about me the way a parent, or-or a concerned f-friend would. I learned that you guys really do care for me. You think I have a problem, and want to help. I also learned that you knew I was sneaking peeks at you guys making out."
"Did you enjoy the sexual part?"
"At first I thought it was so dirty, but you were so hot! I couldn't help myself. I was seeing stars when Mom came in the room. I think I blacked out, too. I don't think I screamed, but Jo did."
"Riekie, this is a very personal question. You can answer it or not. Your choice. But if you do answer it, I want the truth, as in 'friend' truth. Do you understand?"
She nodded "Yes."
"Your mother is a very open person. She told you kids that masturbation is normal and healthy. I know this from both Bob and Carol. I can't see her treating you any different. Where did you learn that masturbation is dirty?"
She hesitated, but only for a second. "In grade school."
"How old were you, and who told you?"
"I was six. One of the nuns at St. Mary's"
"Why"
"I found out very young, that I could make myself feel really good by feeling myself d-down there." I saw Dolly's eyes shoot up.
"You know how little kids are. They do things that adults would call private right out in the open. I was playing with myself one day in the playground. The nun in charge of the playground saw me. She went off the deep end and dragged me into the school, and spanked my bare bottom. She told me I was dirty and would go to Hell if I played with myself. She would see me out in the playground every day until I got old enough to come home for lunch. Every day she'd tell me that playing with myself was dirty. Who was I to doubt a nun? When I was old enough to have the mother-daughter talk with Mom, I didn't believe her when she told me that 'doing that' was Ok."
Riekie saw the gathering anger in my eyes. In my arms, Carol felt me tense up, and knew I was getting very angry.
"Did I do something else wrong? Why are you getting mad at me?"
The anger drained almost instantly. Carol relaxed in my embrace.
"Oh poor, poor Riekie! No. I'm not angry with you. I hurt for you! I'm angry with that nun who destroyed a little girl's wonderful innocence! There must be a special place in Hell for people like her. Can I ask you one more personal question?"
"Y-yes"
"What happens to you when you watch Carol and me making out? Do you have an orgasm?" Carol dug her elbow into my ribs. I flinched.
"No, Carol leave him alone. It's OK. I'm not sure. I think I do, but I always faint. Why?"
"Carol and I put two and two together this morning. You probably heard that on the phone. If you hadn't heard us talking about your problem, how would you have answered that question?"
"I probably would have said no."
"That's the answer I was looking for. Our conclusion that you do indeed have orgasms when you watch us is still valid. The diagnosis must change. Yes, Riekie, I'm sure that you orgasm when you watch us. We thought they were so intense you pass out, and then deny to yourself that it happened. Instead, I think it's a defense mechanism. Your subconscious mind won't allow you to experience a full orgasm. When one gets close, your subconscious puts a block on the blood supply to your brain, and you pass out. You don't have to deny what you can't remember. That was Carol's first thought that you might not even be aware of them. I think she might be right after all. You like to watch us, because we can have unrestrained pleasure. Because it's us doing it, you don't get the guilt. More damage done to you by that nun. I think you were able to orgasm this morning because your guilt was tied up wrestling with the right and wrong of the phone thing. Did you have one orgasm this morning, or two?"
"I c-c-came every time Carol did."
"Wow! Did you enjoy them?"
"Yeah! That last one was so intense I didn't ever want it to stop. It felt like a whole lot of bad stuff came out of me."
"Oh, for your sake I hope a lot of bad stuff did get removed. Riekie, Carol and I have decided that you can be our friend again." The delightful creature in my arms could hardly contain herself. "You still need to regain our complete trust, but we want to be there as friends to help you with your problem. You're a sweet, wonderful person. You'll make a great doctor, but we have to fix the broken part. It might take professional help, but I think you're on your way. Wanna group hug?" She ran to us, and the three of us hugged each other as one.
There was one more party to deal with. I hoped it was as positive as this one, but I had a sinking feeling about it.
"Joanne, you've heard everything Riekie said. Do you have anything to say to us?" Riekie stepped back by Bob as I spoke to Joanne.
Her eyes filled with defiance, Joanne simply said "I'm sorry I invaded your privacy." She didn't sound very sincere. Carol's head twisted side to side under my chin. She was voting no. The tension in her lovely body said she was very angry with her old friend.
"Joanne, you heard me tell Riekie about the importance of trust and truth among fiends. Do you have any thing to add to what Riekie said?"
"I didn't start it. She did." Riekie looked stunned, hurt and betrayed.
I felt my eyes narrow. "How?"
"When I came back from the bathroom, she was already on the phone." Riekie was getting ready to hurt her 'friend'. She was not pleased. Bob had to hold her back.
"How did she know Carol was on the phone?" I knew the probable answer, like what happened to my folks, but I wanted to see if she would fabricate something.
I wasn't disappointed. "She said Carol told her she was gonna call you, and she wanted to hear what was said about her." Carol's head was twisting back and forth under mine. She was denying she told anyone she was going to call me. Riekie was livid.
"Joanne. We can't accept your apology. It is insincere and lacks conviction. You seem to be incapable of telling the truth. I don't think we can trust you, either. You would rather accuse another of something you did, than admit the mistake and move on. You seem to be incapable of accepting responsibility for your own actions. We will still associate with you socially, but we can no longer count you among our friends."
"Who needs you guys any way? I'm going home." Her overnight bag was already sitting in the porch. She grabbed it and stormed out the door.
Carol squeezed my arm. "What a bitch! And I thought she was one of my best friends! Good riddance!"
It's not as easy as that to lose a friend. I knew she'd take her back if Joanne saw the error of her ways. They went back too far. Carol would mourn the loss of her friend when she got over her anger.
I didn't think Riekie would ever forgive her. The betrayal there was too deep.
I excused myself and went to the washroom. When I came out, they were all looking at me. Dolly had a look of awe. Carol's look was full of love. Riekie's was almost like hero worship. Bob was Bob.
Dolly waved me to a chair at the dining room table. It looked like she was calling a family conference. "Dave, where did you ever learn to conduct such an in depth interview?"
"Dolly, maybe I should first tell you a little about how I was raised. My folks, particularly my Dad, believe in raising their children to be responsible and mature. He said 50 years or so ago, kids my age were already on their own. They were often married with children too. So, in my family, from the time we can understand, we've been taught the basics of life. Right now, I can run the farm as good as Dad almost. I know what has to be done, when, and how. Val can cook and sew. We learned early the value of hard work. If the hard times came again, Val and I would survive, maybe even thrive on the farm.
"But we weren't taught just the physical skills to survive. They've given us more. They gave us them. They gave us their knowledge. They gave us their wisdom. And even though we don't realize, as young people sometimes what we're learning, it's still there. It will make itself known and useful when the time is right. I found that out today. My own Dad was shocked at a certain level of maturity in me that seemed to appear out of nowhere. He had to be reminded that he'd simply done a good job. What brought it out in me was the growing, maturing love Carol and I share.
"That particular interview is probably the very first parenting lesson we get growing up at my house. Dad says that every child, around the age of 5 or 6, goes through a phase where they try on lying and stealing for size. Because kids are so disingenuous, they get caught. At our house, that's the interview we all get. We learn the lesson inherent in the interview and then we learn how to do the interview. Dad says we need to know it, so the older kids are better equipped to handle the younger ones when there's no parent around. Stretching it to work with the questions I asked Riekie to find out about the nun was no big deal. Basically, the interview is a template. You fit your questions to the template. You just need to know the right questions to ask. In Riekie's case, the situation provided the questions."
"How is it that you know so much about sex, and especially sexual problems like Riekie's?"
"Simple. I read a lot. My dad has a great collection of books. At the risk of bragging, I retain almost everything I read. That's why I do so well in school. Dad says it's from all the memory work we had to do in Sunday School and Grade School."
"How did you know how to do that phone sex thing that had three girls in this house screaming bloody murder when they orgasmed?"
I grinned. "And two at my house. Ask Carol. Simple. Like I said. I read a lot. In my dad's book collection, he has a large selection of erotica. I really started reading them closely after Carol and I got together. My folks also taught us kids to be sensitive to the needs of others. One of the things I learned from those books was that for sex to be truly pleasurable, it's important to be sensitive to your partner. That seemed to be a natural extension of what my parents taught me."
She looked at me with new respect. "When we get back after the summer, I think the parents are going to be spending more time together. Why don't you kids go watch television or something until dinner's ready." That broke up the meeting.
Carol and I cuddled up on the couch. Riekie came over and fidgeted in front of us. "Can I cuddle with you for awhile Dave?" I looked at Carol. I wasn't going to piss her off.
She nodded. "But it's not with 'Dave' — it's with us."
Riekie beamed. "Oh, you guys! I love you both."
"Sure. I got two arms." I sat up a little straighter, to make room. Riekie cuddled up on my left side. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders. She wrapped her arms around my arm like she was hanging on for dear life. She sighed contentedly. I was happy. Just like the first time Carol and I went out, I had two beautiful women on my arms. I felt like the king of the world.
Before long, Dolly called us to supper. We had a lovely time. Riekie was a little reserved, like she was thinking, but all in all, it was good. The little boys were all excited about leaving for the cottage. They kept chattering on about what they'd do all summer. Some of their ideas were pretty outlandish, and we laughed a lot.
After supper, Carol and I helped her mom with the cleanup then we went in to watch some TV before bedtime. Everyone was going to bed extra early so we could get an early start. Bob was off doing something with the little boys.
Carol and I cuddled up together on the couch. Riekie came in a few minutes later. As she passed us, Carol held out her arm to stop her then pointed beside me. Riekie sucked in her breath, but you could have lit a dark room with her smile. She settled down beside me. I put my arm around her. Like before, she then wrapped her arms around my arm, and pulled it in close. She squirmed around a bit to get more comfy, and laid her head on my shoulder. Carol leaned out around me to look at Riekie. I think she saw something she liked, because she had a big, satisfied smile. She snuggled in even closer on her side, and turned her face up to me. Her eyes were a little moist, full of love, but they also held a mischievous twinkle, like she was up to something. "Kiss me!"
Always glad to oblige, I proceeded to do just that. The kiss started out slow and tender. It built to a fever pitch. We were bruising our lips on each other. We swapped tongues back and forth. Carol tried something new. When I put my tongue in her mouth, she captured it and started sucking on it. It was mind-wrenchingly fantastic! As we kissed, I noticed that Carol's hips were unabashedly pumping into the air. She was having a grand time! We came up for air a few times. Whenever we did, she'd get her lips up along my ear, and nibble at my earlobe. She was driving me nuts. After what seemed like an eternity of torrid kissing, Carol suddenly stiffened. Her grip on my neck tightened, then relaxed. Her hips lurched off the couch. Damn! The girl came again! She relaxed. We slowly broke the kiss and snuggled tighter. Her thighs were parted. The crotch of her shorts showed a very obvious wet spot. The skin on those gorgeous legs below her shorts had the most delightful glow. She giggled and stage whispered. "Darn! Gotta change my panties again." I almost made a matching wet spot in my own pants.
"Maybe you should just wear skirts and dresses all the time and forget panties completely." The mental image that conjured up for me was almost too much.
"Sounds practical and delightfully sinful." Where had my girl (My Girl!) lost all her inhibitions?
A movement under my other arm drew my attention to Riekie. She had turned her head and was looking at us with awe, and something else... Lust? "You guys are just so hot! So god damn hot!" She smiled. I think she was getting off on her use of profanity. "I didn't pass out that time."
"OH?" From both of us. "AND??" Again from both of us.
She giggled. She dropped her eyes demurely. She whispered. "I came. I gotta change my panties too." Carol snickered. I squeezed Riekie tighter in my arm, and kissed the top of her pretty head. She sighed.
We all giggled then. Carol reached down. She put her hand on my boner. Startled beyond all recognition, I jumped. She'd NEVER done that before. She jerked her hand away. "Did I hurt you?"
"No. You surprised me, is all. It's OK'"
She put her hand back on it, stroking gently, open handed. I was almost delirious with pleasure. "Poor thing. You're gonna be hurting like last night. I want to learn how to fix you up like you did me."
Riekie watched the whole tableau, not saying a thing. Her eyes were like saucers, and she kept licking her lips.
Dolly stuck her head in the room. Bed time kids. We have an early start tomorrow."
We all groaned, headed up the stairs. Everyone was soon getting ready to settle down. Like Carol said, I was bunking in with Bob for the night. He only had a double bed in his room. I didn't want to be sporting a great big boner when I went to bed. What would my buddy think of me? I went to use the bathroom, but it was busy, and there seemed to be a lineup. I had to get my toothbrush out of my bag downstairs anyway, so I decided to use the little bathroom down there. I had privacy, too. I locked myself in and turned on a tap for cover noise. I dropped my pants, faced the john, and conjured up a vision of Carol in a short skirt. She was flashing me, and she had no panties on. I was so wound up from our session a few minutes ago, I only had to take a few strokes before I was spewing. I missed the toilet and splattered all over the place. As I came, I called out softly "Carol A-a-annnnne". My hips jerked like crazy. As I wound down, I thought I heard a furtive movement outside the door, and a faint gasp. I let it go. Imagination? That was a good one! It only took a few minutes to clean up the mess with some toilet paper. I had a pee, and flushed it all away. I brushed my teeth and splashed some cold water on my face. I felt a lot better, and knew I'd sleep quickly. I headed back upstairs. It looked like everyone else had settled down. The lights were all off except a dim nightlight so people wouldn't fall down the stairs.
As I neared the top, someone slipped out of the girls' room. It was Carol. She was wearing her nightshirt that just barely came below her bum. The light was behind her. Silhouetted by the faint light, her shirt was translucent. It revealed every delectable curve. My mouth went dry. She waited for me on the top step, feet slightly spread. I looked up. I was looking straight into heaven! She wasn't wearing any panties, just like in my fantasy. Her pussy was prettier than I imagined. I could see her lips pouting down deliciously. But this was real! I came up to her. She put her arms around my neck and whispered. "Do I get a good night kiss?"
I slid my arms around her. Her nakedness was doing things to me. Her nipples burned me through my shirt. Our lips met, and we enjoyed a very sweet kiss. When we broke, her lips were by my ear. "I listened out side the bathroom. You called my name! I did myself and came with you! Do you feel a little better now?" I almost fainted! I staggered. Her arms tightened around my neck to steady me. I dropped my hands to her cute butt. They cupped hot, bare flesh. I pulled her into me. She felt my hard-on, and wriggled her bare pussy against it.
"Yeah, but you're getting me going again. God, you're the most beautiful, sexy creature I've ever seen. I love you so much."
"I just wanted you to see what is yours when the time is right."
"OK you two, get to bed! Your own beds!" Dolly called out from her room. We groaned and separated. We exchanged a quick kiss, and she slipped back into her room.
Bob was already asleep. I stripped down to my jockeys and climbed into bed with him. So much for not having a boner for bed! I turned on my side away from Bob, and amazingly, went straight to sleep.
Morning came too soon. Dolly had us all up with the sun. Everyone except the little guys looked like too much tired and not enough night. We soon got ourselves sorted out, though, and by the time breakfast was over, everyone had brightened up. We were all excited to get going.
We were taking so much stuff with us Bob Sr. had rented a U-Haul trailer. He was still working, and would meet us at the cottage on the weekend. Dolly would do most of the driving. Riekie had her Beginner's Permit and would spell her off. It took over an hour to get all our stuff loaded. From growing up on a farm, I knew how to balance a load properly, so everything went quite smoothly. I could drive, too, in an emergency, but was still a month away from getting my Beginner's.
While we were loading up, Carol pulled me behind the trailer to steal a kiss. Then she laid a bombshell on me. "I don't think we need to worry too much anymore about Riekie."
"Oh? How so?"
"She jerked off to at least three orgasms last night! I think she thought I was asleep."
"I see, and why weren't you sleeping?" I grinned.
She punched me in the arm. "You got me so hot squeezing my bare bum! I was jerking off, too."
"So what's the big deal? Sounds like Riekie is well on the road to a full recovery. I'd have liked to have been there though. Watching two beautiful women do themselves is a major turn on!"
She giggled. "Pervert! No, it's how she did it. When she came, she called out your name! So did I, but I always do. I love my sister, but she's not going to steal you away from me!"
"You have nothing to fear there Sweetheart. I'm yours and yours alone. Riekie has no other experience, no other fantasy. Because she shared in yesterday's pleasure with you, it actually doesn't surprise me. That was pretty intense for all the females who experienced it."
She looked thoughtful for a minute. "I think you're right, but I'm still going to watch her."
"Something else you might want to consider. Riekie is really worried about losing both of us as friends. She's taking this 'win back our trust' thing very seriously. I don't think she'd do anything to jeopardize that. She'll be content with her night time fantasies." As it turned out, I was absolutely correct. Riekie remained a friend, and never once offered to do anything of impropriety with me.
Dolly found us, and made us finish the loading. There were a few things to put in the back of the station wagon then we were on our way. Dolly and Riekie sat up front to share the driving. Bob and the little boys got the middle seat. Carol and I got the back seat — all to ourselves. Once we got on the road, Carol and I cuddled into each others arms. We fooled around a little bit with play kisses, but the smooth motion of the big car on the road soon had us dozing. We fell asleep in each others arms and slept through most of the trip. We didn't even wake up when everyone else stopped for breaks.
I woke up when the car hit a bump. I felt something in my crotch. Carol had a death grip on my cock through my pants. I was ragingly hard. "'Bout time you woke up. I thought I'd have to break him to wake you up. You must've had a nice dream. It was like that when I woke up. I just had to touch him. Am I hurting you?"
"No, but you could loosen up a little. I was dreaming of a vision I saw last night with the sweetest little pussy and the warmest, cutest bum a man ever laid hands on. Somebody we know, I think. Where are we?"
"We're almost there. We just turned onto the last short road, so don't start anything we can't finish." She gave my cock a playful squeeze and released it.
I sat up straighter, took my bearings. I gave her a quick kiss." That's a nice way to wake up. We should sleep together more often."
She poked me in the ribs, and snuggled up. "Yeah, I'd like that."
The car rolled to a stop in front of an old farm house. We were at the cottage.