He panted softly, and I imagined him back there, staring at me in shock over what he’d just done. I felt a little bad for him, making him think he was the cause of him ejaculating while pressing his cock against his daughter’s ass. But there was nothing I could do now without causing a big scene between us.
“Oh god,” I heard him mutter, and he quickly pulled away from me. After a few seconds, he spoke.
“Ashley?” His voice was barely a whisper.
I remained silent, focused on keeping my breathing regular.
“Ashley?” Slightly louder this time.
Part of me wanted to roll over and relieve him of his guilt, but I just couldn’t admit what I’d done. Better to let him blame it on a dream he was having.
When I didn’t answer, he muttered, “Shit,” and got up from the bed. Then he went into the bathroom, presumably to clean himself off.
Smiling, I fell back asleep before he returned.
Chapter 11
When we finished breakfast in the dining hall, once again Roger stood and tapped his glass.
“I hope everyone had a good rest last night, because we have a busy day ahead of us.” He turned to Pastel, who was sitting beside him. “Pastel, could you tell everyone what the schedule is?”
As she stood, I glanced across the table at the Sawyers, who were watching her expectantly. A little thrill went through me as I recalled their intimate encounter from last night. Then I looked at my Dad, who met my eyes for a moment and then looked away, as if he was embarrassed about something. He’d been acting like that all morning, like he was still feeling guilty about what he thought he’d done this morning as we slept together. I really felt bad for him, and tried to think of some way of letting him know the truth without getting into trouble myself.
Pastel began. “Good morning, everyone. First of all, I want to say I’m very pleased about how our individual sessions went last night. There was some reluctance at first, but I’m proud how you all overcame it and opened up to me. I’m looking forward to having the same kind of progress today.”
I glanced at Dad, who was rolling his eyes again.
“But first,” she continued, “we’re going on a hike into the woods. Nothing better to clear the mind of barriers than some refreshing exercise in nature.”
Dad gave an approving nod. I guess he was more comfortable with walking in the woods than having me grab his dick again.
“We’ll be walking up to the top of one of the taller hills surrounding the resort,” Pastel said, “where Roger tells me there’s a small, rustic amphitheater. I think that would be a wonderful place to have our first group session, don’t you?”
Dad frowned again.
“We’ll be leaving in fifteen minutes,” Pastel said, “That will give you a chance to use the restroom and put on appropriate clothing. See you then.”
Twenty minutes later we were on our way, heading off on one of the trails that led into the woods. We were paired up by couple, and Dad and I walked beside each other at the rear of the line without talking. A few of the other couples were holding hands, so I reached out and slid my hand into his.
He seemed surprised for a moment, and tried to pull away, but I gripped it tighter and gave him a look, letting him know we had to act like a married couple. He relented and held my hand with a gentle grip.
I knew he was still feeling guilty about what’d happened this morning, and I decided to try to help him a little.
“How’d you sleep last night?” I asked.
He gave me a wary glance. “Fine. Why?”
“I slept great. It was kind of nice being close to you like that.”
“Oh. Yeah, it was. I mean being close.”
“I woke up in the middle of the night and you were holding me.”
His eyebrows rose. “What do you mean?”
“It was nice. I was lying on my side and you were pressed against my back with your arm around my waist.”
He shook his head and spoke low, so the others couldn’t hear. “Um, I didn’t mean to do that. I must’ve been asleep.”
“It’s okay. I really liked it. You made me feel safe and secure.”
“I did?”
We were walking slower now, putting some distance between us and the other couples.
“Of course. But you want to know a secret?”
“What’s that?”
“When I first woke up, I was a little disoriented, and I didn’t realize it was you at first.”
“Who did you think it was?”
“I’m not sure. Just a guy I was with. So I got a little… you know.”
“A little what?”
I glanced ahead to make sure no one was listening. “A little horny. But then I realized it was you, so I settled down.”
“Oh. Yeah, okay.”
“That’s not too weird, is it?”
“No, it’s fine.”
“I mean, if you woke up when we were like that, and didn’t know it was me at first, you might feel the same way, right?”
“The same way?”
“You know, horny.”
He nodded. “Yeah. I guess that could happen.”
“It would be perfectly normal. I mean, as long as you didn’t know it was me.”
He continued to nod. “That’s right. I didn’t know it was you.”
“Didn’t know?”
“I mean, um…” He seemed to think for a moment. “Well, I guess I can tell you the truth.”
“The truth?”
“Yeah. The truth is, I woke up when we were like that too.”
“You did?”
“Yes. I was having a dream. Um, about your mother.”
I smiled. “Really?”
“And we were… you know… having sex.”
“Sounds like fun.”
“And we were in that position, with me lying behind her.”
I nodded. “Of course.”
“It felt so good. I haven’t had a wet dream since I was a young teenager.”
“You came?”
“Yes. And then I woke up. When I realized it was you I was lying against, I felt so guilty. I’m sorry.”
I shook my head. “Don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault.”
“It just seems so wrong, to be doing that next to you.”
“No, don’t say that. You didn’t know.”
“It doesn’t bother you?”
I smiled. “Dad, you almost came last night from me jerking you off. I’m sure I can survive you having a wet dream next to me.”
He smiled. “When you put it that way, I guess you’re right.”
“Danny and Jennifer,” Pastel called from ahead of us, “let’s not dawdle now. Keep up with the group.”
Dad and I grinned at each other and walked faster.
Chapter 12
Forty-five minutes later we reached the clearing at the top of the hill. In the middle sat the small amphitheater, with a stone stage surrounded with a semi-circle of log benches.
Pastel spoke up. “The resort has provided us with cold bottled water, so grab a drink and have a seat down front. We’ll be starting in five minutes.”
The water felt good going down, and Dad and I took a seat next to each other on one of the logs. He seemed much more at ease now, and we chatted comfortably as we enjoyed our drinks. Kyle and Olivia sat next to us, and once again I had a flashback to what I’d witnessed them doing last night. My pussy pulsed warmly at the memories.
Pastel moved to the middle of the stage and raised her hands. Today she was wearing a white tube-top that left her midriff bare, and a pair of flower print shorts. Once again she was braless, with her nipples clearly on display through the thin material.
“Welcome,” she began. “So glad to see you all here. Today we’re going to work more on removing the barriers between us. So to start, we’re going to go around and take turns introducing ourselves. I want you to first tell us a little bit about yourself, and then I want you to tell the group how
you lost your virginity.”
There were some murmurs and eye-rolling, but she continued. “I’ll go first. My name is Pastel Shade, and if you were wondering, yes, that’s my real name. My parents were children of the Sixties and met at Woodstock. I was born seventeen years later as the youngest of ten children. If you think my name is weird, you should meet my brothers and sisters.”
She smiled, and we all laughed.
“As for my virginity, I lost that when I was fifteen to my oldest brother, Chestnut, who was thirty and married with kids at the time. My parents had traveled to South America to work on a commune, and I was living with my brother’s family for the summer. I know that incest shocks most people, but it was an amazing experience, and he was a sweet as could be, taking his time to ensure my pleasure. I couldn’t have asked for a better introduction to the wonders of sex.”
She stopped talking, and we all stared at her with wide eyes. My dad shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
But she seemed unfazed by our reaction, and smiled as she held her hands together. “Okay, who wants to go next?”
No one volunteered, so she pointed at Roger and said, “Roger, since you’re the leader, perhaps you should go first.”
So we started off, each person giving a brief introduction and then a brief description of their first time. Most of it was fairly typical – a lot of back seats of cars and bedrooms while parents were out.
When it came to our turn, Dad went first, talking about growing up in a small town.
“As for sex,” he said, “the first time was when I was seventeen. And it was with my high school math teacher.”
My eyebrows rose in surprise, but I realized I couldn’t act shocked, since, as his wife, I’d probably know about his first time.
He continued. “I was on the football team, and I’d stayed after school for practice. Afterwards, I was the last one out of the showers, and when I went to my car, it wouldn’t start. I had the hood up and was looking at the engine when she drove by and stopped. We tried to jump it, and when that didn’t work, she offered to ride me home.”
“Long story short, during the drive she placed her hand on my knee and asked if I wanted to stop by her apartment for a while. I was nervous, but said okay. She guided me through it, and it was pretty amazing.”
Pastel clapped her hands together. “That was a wonderful story, Danny. The introduction to sex can be so much more rewarding if there’s someone experienced to lead us through unknown waters.” She turned her attention to me. “Jennifer?”
I went through the spiel I’d rehearsed in my head, substituting my mother’s information for mine. Then it was time to tell my first-time story. I took a deep breath and began.
“My first time was when I was sixteen. My mom had died two years earlier, so I was still getting over that. My friends and I were having a party up by the lake, and someone brought some beer. I’d never drunk before, but I had a couple and started feeling a little silly.”
I could feel my dad staring at me from the side, but I ignored him and continued. “Someone suggested skinny-dipping, and I was all for it. So we stripped down and jumped into the water. We were all having a good time, and then we decided to get out of the water. But just as we all reached the shore, a police car skidded to a halt on the grass in front of us, its lights flashing.”
“Everyone scattered, and I tried to run too, but I must’ve been closest to the cop, because he tackled me to the ground. Since all my friends had gotten away, he decided to take it out on me and put the handcuffs on me and put me in his police car, still naked.”
“So he starts writing me up, telling me how much trouble I was in. He seemed kind of young for a cop, and I found out later he was only twenty-one and it was his first week on the job. Of course, I began to cry, promising him I’d never do it again, but he was tough at first, telling me he was taking me to the station and my parents would have to pick me up.”
“When I told him I only had a father since my mom had died, he seemed like he might change his mind about arresting me. That’s when I noticed him kind of eyeing me up, taking peeks at my breasts and between my legs. So I made him an offer – he could have me if he let me go.”
“He seemed flustered at first, telling me it was illegal to bribe an officer of the law. But I knew he was considering it, and I turned on the charm. He ended up un-cuffing me, and then we drove somewhere else and moved to the back seat, where he took my virginity. He was very gentle, and was surprised when he discovered I was a virgin. He wanted to stop, but I convinced him to keep going, and it hurt a little, but it felt good eventually.”
“Afterward, he helped me get dressed, then drove me home. My dad was surprised to find a cop bringing his daughter home, but the officer explained that I wasn’t in trouble. He said he’d found a group of teens whose car had broken down, and had given us a ride home. I was the last one he was dropping off. Dad bought it, and never knew I’d lost my virginity that night.”
Until now, I wanted to add, but didn’t.
Pastel smiled at me. “That was a wonderful story. Sounds like your first time was special.”
I could feel my dad’s eyes boring into me as I returned her smile. “It was.”
The Sawyers went last, talking about how they were high school sweethearts and lost their virginity to each other.
“Excellent,” Pastel said. “Such wonderful stories. Thank you all for sharing. Next, we’re going to try something that might be slightly more difficult. But keep in mind this is all about breaking down barriers, so I want everyone to participate.”
We all nodded, unsure about what she was going to ask.
“We’ll go in reverse order this time,” Pastel continued, “and I want each of you to reveal a secret that even your spouse doesn’t know.”
We all squirmed anxiously, and it was obvious not too many were happy with this turn of events.
Pastel smiled at Olivia. “Olivia, would you please start?”
“I’d rather not.”
Pastel smiled and turned to her husband. “Then perhaps Kyle will go before you?”
Kyle looked like a deer in the headlights. “Um, I don’t have any secrets from my wife.”
Pastel smiled condescendingly. “Now, Kyle. There’s always something. Even something small. Think.”
“I’m not comfortable with this,” he replied.
Pastel held her smile. “I promise you’ll feel better once you share. Come on now.”
Kyle seemed to think seriously for a long moment, then said, “Well, there is one thing.”
Pastel nodded eagerly. “Please share.”
“Well,” Kyle began, “Olivia and I like to, um, photograph and film ourselves sometimes. While we’re having sex, I mean.”
Olivia nodded, smiling.
“We have three young kids,” Kyle continued, “and sometimes when I come home from work, Olivia’s just exhausted. Then later, when we go to bed, she conks right out. But sometimes I’m in the mood for sex, and I don’t have to heart to wake her.”
Olivia smiled and leaned against her husband. “You should wake me. I’m never too tired for that.”
Kyle smiled back. “I know, but you look so peaceful lying there. Anyway, since I’m horny, I usually take care of it myself.”
“Masturbation?” Pastel asked.
“Yes,” Kyle replied.
“Oh, honey,” Olivia said, looking at her husband with concern. “You don’t have to do that. I’ll take care of you.”
“Well, you kind of do. I usually get out my iPad and bring up the photos of us having sex. And then I jerk off while I look at us screwing.”
Olivia beamed wide. “That’s so sweet.”
Kyle smiled. “I’d rather be making love to you, but I usually come quickly and then fall right asleep.”
Olivia smiled again and gave her husband a hug.
Pastel grinned. “That was a lovely secret, Kyle. Thank you. Are you ready, Olivia?”
Olivia
turned serious and thought for a moment. “Yeah.”
“Proceed then,” Pastel said.
“Well, one secret I’ve never shared with Kyle, is that I, um, well, I’m a little bit of an exhibitionist.”
Kyle gave her a curious look. “You are?”
“Yes. I fantasize about it all the time. Someone watching us. I think that’s why I like being filmed.”
Kyle shook his head. “Wow, I never knew.”
“Last night,” Olivia said, then looked around. “I mean, last night, Kyle and I took a walk in the dark, and we ended up out at the picnic grove on the other side of the pond. We were kind of horny, and decided to have sex there. All the while we were doing it, I imagined there was someone out there in the darkness watching us. It was so hot.”
My eyebrows rose in surprise. Had she sensed I was there somehow?
“That’s hot,” Kyle said. He thought for a moment, then added, “Maybe we could do that someday?”
“Do what?” Olivia asked.
Kyle smiled. “You know. Have sex in front of someone.”
Olivia grinned wide. “I’d love that.”
I almost told them it’d already happened, but decided not to.
“Thank you for sharing, Olivia,” Pastel said. Her eyes turned to me. “Jennifer? Have you thought of something to share with us?”
I pause for a moment. I had something in mind, but I wasn’t sure I had the courage to go through with it.
“Yeah,” I finally said.
“Fantastic,” she replied. “Go ahead.”
“Well, you all probably don’t know this, but my father died when I was young. My mom remarried, so I was raised mostly by my stepfather after she died.”
The group murmured some condolences, and I could feel my father staring at me again. Too late to stop now, I was already committed.
“Back when I was twenty, my dad and I took a trip, and we had to spend the night in this inn. It was nice, but the only room available had a single bed.”
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