In Search of the Final Freedom: Chapter 66

In Search of the Final Freedom: An Erotic Socio-Political Novel

BOOK FOUR

Sounding the Clarian Call

Chapter 66

Misty the Model (again)

With Bonnie and Misty gone for the day sailing and Lamar asleep, Cooper took the morning of quiet to work on an architectural project for which he had already been hired.  He worked on the plans for the new theater to be built for the Birmingham Center for the Performing Arts. He still had another month to get the plans to the different contractors bidding for the construction job, but he did not want the deadline, that fell right when grades were due for his classes, to creep up on him. This was the highest profile job he had landed since leaving LeMarco & LeMarco.

Lamar, after returning from his night’s exertions just after 8:00 AM, did not move off the villa’s sleeper sofa until near noon.  And when he did, he simply asked his mom for money to buy lunch at the beach and if there were any more condoms in Mom’s luggage. Cash and condoms in his pocket, the teenage boy headed out not a half hour after crawling out of bed.

Cooper made good progress in the hours he had peace and quiet, but he was looking forward to his self-tour of the island’s architecture. He had read there were many architectural treats to see. So he took a cab over to the Dutch side of the island and the city of Phillipsburg. The colonial architecture was, for him, one of the best parts of the trip. He was pleased to see a number of buildings dating back to the 18th century and several of them were public buildings or open for tourists.

He returned at sunset, about 6:30 PM, to the villa and found Lamar asleep, again. He was surprised the girls were not back. Bonnie had said she expected to be back well before that time. However, he was not worried. By 8:00 PM, he had become concerned. He got a call on the resort phone at 9:00, he had been worrying for an hour. 

He was relieved to hear from his wife. She said she was calling from the boat anchored near Ft. St. Louis, a place he’d visited during the day. After giving him the name of a restaurant that Honoré recommended that would be serving this late, it was agreed that the four of them would meet there in half an hour.

Cooper and Lamar still had to wait ten minutes for the girls once he got to the restaurant. “What’s new?" their son asked sarcastically. "It's not like we don't wait for Mom almost anytime we all go somewhere together.”

While Cooper knew Lamar to be right, he was too experienced to tell his son he agreed with that assessment.

Once the women had arrived and were seated Cooper asked, “And how was the sailing?”

“Amazing” Misty gushed.

Mom added, “His boat is a replica pirate ship. While it is about the same length as the San Dinero, it is much bigger, with three masts.”

Lamar blurted out “You were fucking those guys. That’s why you were late, wasn't it?”

“Lamar!” his father corrected. “If they want to talk about that kind of thing they will, but it’s not yours to demand they tell you.”

His mother was more sympathetic “Yes, as a matter of fact, we did have sex. A lot of fantastic sex that I’m sure you’ll enjoy hearing about. But we’ll talk about that later.” She could tell her voice showed more excitement than she’d meant, but it was great sex. And the truth was that she’d be telling about it for some time to come.

His sister came back with a snide “What about you? Did you find any more little French girls?”

“Misty!” her mother said sharply “No more of that, you never thought that girl was too young and you know it.”  Bonnie could only think how quickly Misty had gone from being a grown woman back to a child picking on her little brother.

Lamar had a look of victory and followed up his mother’s comment by turning to his sister and in a superior voice said, “For your information, Chloé and I did it in your bed again, while Dad was off to looking at old buildings. But I won’t tell you about it until I get good and ready.”

The waitress interrupted the brewing fight when she arrived to take their orders. Since no one in the family spoke French, doing so was somewhat of a tricky business. All that derailed the discussion about who got laid, at least for a while.

Bonnie and Misty described the ship and the island and such. Bonnie told Cooper “Misty said we got nearly a thousand photos of us both individually and together. Honoré and Corin were really a lot of help with that.”

Misty picked up “It's going to take me forever to go through them all to pick the best ones. We did one session in the morning with our new bikinis, a set in pirate costumes, lots of nudes both on the ship and on the island, and a final set on the boat at dusk. Like Mom said, the guys were really helpful in getting a good many of both of us together. But Mom got it wrong, according to my camera's counter, we took close to two thousand frames today."

Bonnie laughed, "Yes our girl was quite in charge as she told them what to shoot and how to shoot it. I was actually impressed by her professionalism."

Lamar didn't care how many frames were shot or who shot them, he went back to “Is that when you had sex?”

Cooper didn’t even object this time. Since both of them had talked about making nude photos in the presence of the two men with whom they had taken a sailing trip, he figured Lamar had reason to ask. And though Cooper would never admit it, he wanted to know what had kept his wife three hours late.

Bonnie told most of the story of the three different sessions with commentary by Misty like when she put in, “You should have seen Mom’s face when I told Honoré to pull out of her so I could put a condom on him.”

“I must admit” Bonnie agreed “I deserved it, but was a bit peeved by her nerve.”

Misty shot back, “Yea, but before that, you put Corin’s dick into me and held on to it till we pressed your hand between us… and you kept it there way longer than you needed to.”

“No, I didn’t. I let go as soon as he was fully inside of you.”

Misty shook her head, “No, you didn’t. You left it there even when I started to move on him. I’ll confess it was sort of hot feeling your hand on me when I started to ride him. But it took you close to a full minute to pull your hand out from between us… perhaps a little longer.”

Bonnie was taken aback by Misty’s assertion. She was sure she’d pulled her hand out immediately. Sure, she liked feeling other couples have sex like that, and with both Tabitha and Trish she liked feeling their labia slide in her fingers as they fucked Cooper. but today she’d pulled her hand out as soon as her brain registered that it was Misty … but had she simply not registered for close to a minute? Her daughter sure thought so. Then it hit her, her hand had been slick when she pulled it out. Misty must be right. Perhaps she had kept it there after Misty started to grind on him… or rather on her hand. She didn’t try to deny it again. Instead, she said “I’m sorry. That was inappropriate, no matter how long I participated with you two like that.”

Misty smiled, “No harm, no foul. I don’t think we went too far today. Haley and I have had conversations about this several times since she and her mom first did it with that couple they know from rodeos. They do more together than we did since they’ve been kissing on the lips since she was little, but I think we drew the line at a good place for us.” Then with a grin, she said, “And I don’t think this is the last time we will share a bed with a guy or guys.”

Bonnie thought for a moment before she said, “No, I don’t think it will.” Then she shifted off of a topic she was not fully ready to discuss to tell Cooper, “But after our daughter’s little comment about the age of Honoré and me, I think Misty and I found ourselves on the receiving end of a virility contest. They both went on and on. But, since it was broken into three different sessions, it didn’t get exhausting until the very end.”

Misty added “Would you believe Mom fell asleep while I was doing both of the guys together… I mean she was on the bed with us and fell asleep.”

Cooper couldn’t help but laugh when his wife just shrugged indicating Misty had told it right. “Yes, I fell asleep while I was right on the bed with our daughter while she had Honoré in her from behind and Corin in her mouth. What I saw was both hot and beautiful, but yes, I was just too tired to appreciate what I was seeing. But earlier, that first time, laying face to face with Misty while the men did us was once in a lifetime kind of special.” She knew that might sound bad to Cooper so she clarified “It was unique, not because the guys were so great, it was just a watershed for Misty and me. By the time we were all together in the cabin bed, it was completely natural to feel Honoré inside of me while Corin was in Misty right next to me.” She nodded to herself, “Yes, we will definitely do that again. She and I fed on each other, I was watching her and feeling it at the same time. Sure, I’ve done that with other people a good many times, and having sex with a man while my husband is beside me doing another woman is a wonderful experience; yet, doing it with my girl was something new and special.  Is that about right Misty?”

“Yea, that’s just how it was for me. The first time it was like ‘Oh my God!, Mom and I are holding hands while these guys are fucking us. It was ultra-hot and we had this unexplainable emotional moment when,” she looked right at her mom “I don’t think I have ever loved you so much in my life. It’s still there right now. It’s like I learned to love you on a whole new level.” Her eyes began to tear up “I just don’t know, how to say it, it’s just different now. I see you differently and our relationship as different.” One tear ran down Misty’s cheek.

Bonnie’s eyes began to water as well. She tried not to choke up, “I know, I so know. I can’t give it words either. Best friends is too shallow. But, yea….”

Cooper was befuddled. He had no idea what they were saying.

After a full minute of silence Misty got herself together and continued, “But like she said, by the third time down in the cabin, it wasn’t all that different than when Kelli and I have sex right next to each other.” She paused then corrected, “No, it wasn’t really the same thing, what I mean is that it had a similar natural feeling. I think that’s why we finally were both able to climax so easily. The emotions of the first time on the island somehow precluded orgasms.” She looked at her mom, “For me, it wasn’t until we were on the ship and you had me bend over the railing next to you that it went from being this emotional thing to a hot sweaty fuck. If you don’t mind me describing it like this, but bent over like that it felt like we were both super slutty. We had these men we just met yesterday fucking the shit out of us in plain sight of two other boats. Sure, it was almost dark, but anyone on those boats looking our way would have seen us. Suddenly, it felt slutty and that was such a turn on.” She laughed, “I guess it made me feel the way Haley likes to be. That thought was why I was able to cum when you came. After that cumming was super easy. On the bed in the cabin, I could feel and see every time Honoré drove his cock into you right beside me. How could I not cum over and over.”

Bonnie agreed, “You’re right, the third time was like when I’m with Trish: hot but normal. I could have used some lube by the end of that last session though. That was one of the reasons I suggested we do DP, I always use lube for that… well that and I really wanted to feel them both in me. A couple of times I was afraid Honoré would have a heart attack. He had earlier told me he was fifty-six years old, and he was competing against this guy half his age, and keeping up stroke for stroke.”

Misty nodded, "Yea, and Dad, he was so good looking. Even if I hadn't had my own hot lover, I would have gotten off watching him and Mom go at it. And Mom, I didn't know you could deep throat like that."

"Me deep throat?  You were taking Corin from his head down till your lips were almost on his pelvis over and over without stopping like it was the easiest thing in the world, and he wasn’t small. I can't begin to do that to a guy his size. Honoré is smaller than your dad and like half the length of Butch. Come to think about it, on my last road trip the man I was with was longer than Cooper, yet I took most of his erection in my mouth without effort. His wife seemed impressed that I could do that. So, the last two men I’ve been with have been exceptional, multi-session, experiences where I thoroughly enjoyed giving the man head. Now that I say it, I guess I’ve started going deeper than I used to. But Misty, the only person I know who can do it better than I saw you doing tonight is Sherri, and she's got more experience than you by a lifetime."

Cooper nodded and agreed, “You have definitely started going deeper in the last year. Sometimes when I see you doing Butch, I can’t believe how much you are taking into your mouth… or perhaps down your throat. I love watching you do it.”

Lamar was sitting wide-eyed. He’d been the one who insisted that they tell what happened, but this was far more than he’d expected.  He didn’t know why, but this was the most graphic sex talk he ever remembered his parents offering up at the dinner table. Sure, Mom regularly told about the couples she screws on the road and Dad gives at least a general report of his time with the mothers of his and Misty’s friends, but she’d never given those kinds of details unless he or Misty asked specific questions.  He had to adjust his boner in his pants.

Misty said, “Thanks, I guess it just comes naturally to me since I really like sucking dick. I’ve never really worked at going deep, but I know a couple of the club girls can take a lot more than me. Remember, I think you saw Connie take all of Samual’s huge cock down her throat at the first club party. She is the club’s champ of deep throat, nobody is close." Then she looked back over to her dad and brother “Yea, giving and getting head in the cabin was great, but the best plain old fucking was that second time up on the deck bent over the ship’s railing. But even before that, it had been like more than half an hour of non-stop pounding. I don’t think he was out of my pussy more than a few seconds from when he put it in till we moved to bend over the railing. That was another reason I came twice in just a few minutes like that. And Honoré was in Mom just as much. I know because I was watching the whole time. I wonder if you can wear through a condom like that?”

Cooper answered “That’s a good question for one of the FFF board members I know. I’ll have to ask her.”

Misty went on “Mom, you know you gotta take me to some of your speaking dates this summer.  Together we would be the hit of any swinger’s party.”

“I don’t know about taking you to a swinger party, essentially all of them require the participants to be twenty-one, but the idea of taking you on a speaking date or two is a good one. You would be great in a panel discussion”

They were halfway through their meal when the story concluded.

Bonnie, changing the subject, said to Misty, “Between what we had already shot at the beach, and today and your big shoot tomorrow, you’ll be set to open your site and have updates to send to Richard for a good while.”

“And I think I’ll have at least one or two club girls who will agree to be on my site, like JoAnne. Misty nodded in agreement, then she added, “Oh, I forgot to mention, I have a date with Corin tomorrow night. He’s going to take me clubbing, that will be another first for me.”

“Busy girl,” Her dad said.

“I’m trying to make the most of this trip.”

Their mom turned to Lamar and said, “Speaking of making the most of the trip, how did last night go for you?”

“Exhausting, but amazing.” He said before launching into a summary of what happened. His mother had a few questions, but mostly everyone just listened. He was pleased to see that not only were they interested, but they seemed to be supportive of his actions. He couldn’t believe how he’d become a full member of the family’s adult talk for the first time.

“Well Lamar,” his mother said when he was done, “I think you have every right to feel good about your time with them. From what you said, you did everything those women needed from you. I’ll be looking forward to hearing from Della. I only wish I could have met them before they left, but I think you were a credit to the whole family.”

Lamar was left speechless by his mother’s praise.

His sister then asked, “So are you ready to tell us about your day with Chloé?”

“Yea, after hearing you guys talk, I think I have to. I met up with her down at the beachfront café about 1:00, so I had lunch with her and her friend Élise. Chloé’s brother wasn’t there, which is just as well. He came around later and was sort of a jerk before he took Élise off to have sex in their villa. But that was a few hours later. After lunch, we went back to the beach. Dad gave me some money, so I rented beach chairs for all three of us. We just laid out naked in the sun and talked for a long time. It was Élise’s first time to do that, totally nude I mean. They told me about their life in France and I told them about my life back home. They were kinda surprised when I told them that Sara and I have sex right in front of her parents like a couple of times a week. And I also told them about last summer’s Sunday swim days with the church people. I told them how most people went nude and couples, both adults and teenagers, went inside to have sex in your bedroom, but they almost all left the door open so anyone could see them… even the adults screwing people other than their husband or wife. They said they didn’t know Americans did stuff like that.”

His mother said, “Yes Lamar, the way we live isn’t common anywhere, even sex-positive places like France. I’m sure the three of you were a sight on the beach.”

He nodded, “I know that we got lots of looks, and over the afternoon like a hundred people took pictures. Some asked first, but most just used their phones to take pics while they walked by. But I should add that I’d taken dad’s new little waterproof camera to the beach with me, so all day we passed it around taking pics of each other.”

He looked at his sister, “I think you already have a file of pics you are sending to Chloé, so I promised I’d send the best pics from today to her as well. Is that OK?”

Misty nodded to say it was, then he continued. “For a while, we went into the water. Right off Chloé started messing with me, and we made out a little bit. Once she wrapped her legs around me and my dick went into her, but just for a minute. Later on, Élise started messing with me too. I thought she was going to fuck me when she wrapped her legs around me, but she just rubbed her pussy on my wood. They were really mean, twice they got me fully hard and then went back to the beach chairs. And like you know, the nude beach here isn’t really a nude beach, it’s a regular beach that you can go naked at.”

“The first time, there were two couples, like in their fifties who had put chairs near ours earlier on, though none of them were naked, they’d been watching the three of us for some time. I’d seen the two women eyeing me before, so I just followed the girls back to our beach chairs with my full hard-on. They didn’t even pretend not to watch me. I’ll confess, since Edith told me that the older women are looking at me, I find it a real turn-on.  But the second time there was this whole family with little kids right there, camped out between the water and our chairs. The mom was in a one-piece swimsuit so I decided it might freak them out for me to come out of the water with a boner, so I stayed in the water until it went down… mostly.”

His mother cut in to compliment him for taking their feelings into account. That pleased Lamar quite a bit.

“But the mom wasn’t freaked out by me being naked. In fact, later on, she came over to talk to us. She asked where we are from and stuff like that. She said her family was from somewhere in Indiana and they’d not known this beach was clothing optional until they got here. I guess she was really proud of herself that she didn’t just grab her husband and kids and leave the beach when they saw the first naked person. Today was their second day out at the beach, but she said this was the first time she’d been this close to people going nude. She’d never been at a place where people went naked before. To be polite, I stood up… that was the right thing to do wasn’t it?”

His mother nodded and said it was.

“The thing is, I’d seen how she was looking down at me, that was one of the reasons I got up. Well… by the time I got out of my chair, my dick was standing straight out.”

Misty and his parents laughed.

Lamar nodded, “Oh yea, it was pointing right at her. And her husband wasn’t very far away, staring.”

They laughed again and Misty made a comment about the size of his tool intimidating the husband.

Lamar could see the humor in it, so he laughed too before going on. “But the woman didn’t seem to mind at all. It looked like she had to keep pulling her eyes up from checking my hard-on out, which kept it from going down even a little. It was better when Chloé got up and stood with me. I think we stood there talking for like five minutes. Before she and her family left, she asked if she could have her husband take a photo of her with us. Since she wasn’t the first person to ask, we quickly said she could. By that time even Élise seemed to enjoy posing for people. I right out asked if I needed to move behind Chloé to hide my wood. She smiled before saying it was up to me, but I could tell she wanted it in her pics. She had her husband take several, but she asked for the last two to be just me standing beside her. Since I could see her nipples wanting to poke right through her swimsuit, I put my arm around her and pulled her right up on me with my cock standing fully up. Her husband must not have minded too much because he had this big smile when he took our picture.”

“After that, the three of us put back on our swimsuits and headed up to the villa complex to go swimming. While we did, I finally told Chloé and Élise about Edith and Della and how I’d had sex with women almost as old as my parents. I was surprise that they didn’t think it was gross or even weird. They said that they had a friend at school with a lover who was in his forties. Chloé then told me that her older brother, who is like twenty years old, has made love to one of their mother’s friends several times. So, I guess, to them, the fact we had a series of threesomes was more of a thing than me doing it with a woman in her thirties.”

“At the pool, they met up with a girl from Canada. I’d met her that first day we got here. On Sunday, she was the only girl I met who spoke English like as her primary language. It wasn’t until today that I found out that she and her family are staying in one of the villas beside the pool, but I’d seen her several times. You might have seen them, she and her mom have been at the pool laying out topless every day. Since April was topless, Chloé and Élise took their tops back off too.  Because the girls were all hanging out, we stayed at the pool longer than we planned to. It was only when Chloé’s brother showed up to say that their parents were gone for a while to go shopping that we left the pool. It seems that he and Élise hadn’t had a chance to screw since Sunday when Chloé and I had been doing it at our place. When we finally left, I don’t think April, that was the girl’s name, had a clue that all four of us were going in to have sex.

“As I said before, Chloé and I first went to Misty’s room and we were so ready to get at it. But that session was sort of short, just long enough for both of us to cum. Because we’d been too horny to do so when we first came inside, for our break we went down to get something to drink. Of course, I didn’t even think about putting on any clothes when we went downstairs. She was sort of giggly. She’s never just walked around her home naked like that. I told her how all summer Sarah and I did that at our place and how on Sunday afternoons Sarah, Bailey, Byron and I go naked pretty much from when we get there till we leave for Youth Group. That led to me telling how it's really relaxed, that we talk and play video games and get in their hot tub and even eat naked. When a couple of us want to do something sexual, we just do it right there where we are, even if her parents are in the room. That is when she told me that if her brother hadn’t come to get Élise, she was going to bring her with us to our place. She and Élise have never had a threesome before, they hadn’t even kissed before this week. But she said they’d had several make-out sessions when her brother left the room after fucking Élise. She said that after laying in the bed while they fucked beside her, she’s now dying to try a threesome.”

“The second time lasted longer and we were up on the roof. I’d told her how sex on Sundays was super casual with us talking and just hanging out even as we had sex. So, I sort of showed her what that is like. I kept it light and fun even as we fucked and went down on each other. It was pretty normal stuff for me, but for her, it was a totally new experience. She’s been having sex since she was barely fourteen, but it's always been hot and sweaty fucking with the intent of getting off as much as possible. She’s never experienced sex as just relaxing and enjoyable as you spend time with a friend.”

His mom put in, “Sometimes I wonder if you and Misty realize how much broader your experience with sex is than that of most adults. Lamar, while you’ve only been having intercourse for about five months, you have far more experience in variety than the vast majority of people my age.”

Lamar had wondered about that before, so it was nice to hear it from Mom. He wrapped up by saying "That second time only lasted about half an hour because she had to get back to her place before her parents got back. So we finally got down to business. After I splooged in Chloé, in the rubber I mean, we headed back to Misty’s room, but we were naked since we’d left our swimsuits and her cover-up beside the bed. Dad was back, he’d gotten back while we were up on the roof, but he was laying down so he didn’t see her. Though she had to go to meet her family, we worked out a plan for us to meet up down at the beach at midnight since tonight is their last night here.”

Bonnie shook her head and said, “You’ve already had quite a week, and unless you are really good at deceiving us… which you are not, I think you are learning that by being an attentive and caring lover, you end up with far more and better sex than guys who are in it for themselves.”

Misty felt compelled to add, “And the fact God has gifted you with a nice-looking body and a package that gets noticed on the nude beach doesn’t hurt your chances either.” She looked over to her mother and said, “Mom, I don’t know if you know it, but Gabby has told all the girls in Youth Group about her first time with Lamar and how wonderful he made it for her. Among the freshman and sophomore girls, and a lot of the older ones too, he is very popular. I know for a fact that at least three girls from Youth Group want him to be their first. The last Sunday we were home, after Youth Group, Tyler’s little sister, Nora, directly asked Lamar to be her first sex partner.”

Their mother looked over to Lamar. “No, I’d not heard that. What did you say?”

“Well, she made sure Sarah was right there when she asked and so I said yes. I didn’t really think I could embarrass her by saying no. And I like Nora. I’ve known her since we were in like first grade. But while I’d call her a friend, I’d never really thought of her in a sexual way before. She’s just not been that kind of friend. Though since then I’ve been thinking about it and I’m looking forward to making sure it is all she hopes it will be.”

Misty picked back up. “Nora will be one of the girls we induct into the Euro-Club at the end of school, so she will likely be out at the pool with us all summer. So Jeannette, who is sort of Nora’s mentor, has decided that when she, Tyler, and Nora arrive on Saturday, first thing we will all get in the hot tub. It will be the first time Tyler and Nora have ever seen each other naked, but Jeannette thinks that they should get used to that before summer starts. After that, Lamar and Nora will go to his room… or perhaps the playroom, she and Nora haven’t decided that yet. Jeanette, Tyler, and I will go to my room for our own playtime. Since you will not be back from your speaking engagement, afterward, we will order out for pizza.”

Bonnie said, “Sounds like you have a plan. Of course, your father and I will pay for the pizza.”

“Thanks,” Misty said. “In this case, I’m just a tag-along. Jeanette is orchestrating Nora’s day. I guess they have been planning this for a couple of months, so Nora is totally on board. From what Jeanette told me, she’s more nervous about hot tubbing with her brother than having sex for the first time. And from what I’ve heard, Nora won’t be the only girl from the Youth Group to ask him to be their first over the next few months.”

Bonnie had not heard that. However, she realized she’d laid all the groundwork for the teenage girls to look for the right boy to be their first, regardless of romantic attachments. And more than once Gabby had told her how thankful she was for Lamar to be her first. In the months since she’d been coming to the house on Thursday evenings, Gabby had become completely comfortable talking to Bonnie about her sex life, sometimes right at the dinner table… just like her own kids did. Bonnie asked, “But I thought she and John Gardener were becoming an item.”

Misty answered, “They are, but she wants Lamar to be her first so that if she and John do it later on, she’ll know what she is doing and she can guide him. From what I understand, he’s never done anything with a girl, that is why she wants Lamar to do for her what he did for Gabby.”

Bonnie was left speechless. She had no idea her ideas about sex had so thoroughly shaped the views of the kids in the Youth Group. Apparently, it was not just the Euro-Club that now saw sex among Christian teenagers as completely normal and healthy.

Misty laughed and said, “Who would have ever guessed it would be my squirrely little brother, not me or you, Mom, that girls look to for sexual education.”

Bonnie and Misty both laughed, but in her heart, Bonnie was as proud as could be of her son.

Lamar picked back up his narrative, “So, after we get back to the villa, I’ll be going out to meet Chloé, Élise, and maybe some others. If she wants to come back to our place so I can fuck her one last time we’ll do it in the daybed up on the roof again… or perhaps if I’m lucky I’ll get to do both of them. They fly out tomorrow, but their flight isn’t until like 11:00, so I might see them on the beach early, but I'm not sure.”

Bonnie had a parental thing to say about that. "Lamar, I would not phrase it that you hope she lets you fuck her. That sounds like you want to use her. From your description that is not how it went with you and Chloé today. As you told it, she wasn’t letting you fuck her; rather, together you two were enjoying your bodies through sex. It sounds much better that way. Words matter if you want to be seen as the kind of guy I think… and hope, you want to be."

Lamar just nodded. He was not sure he saw the difference.

She went on, "And, I really think you should be careful before you have sex with Élise. It sounded like it was Chloé who wants the threesome. Be sure that she’s not pressuring her friend into doing something she is unsure about doing. You want no part of pushing any girl to have sex. If she wants to have sex with you, she will let you know so."

Misty seconded her mother's comments and even Lamar could see the sense in what they were saying. He thought he’d said enough. He didn't go on to tell them how in the time between when Chloé went back to her place and the time his mom finally called to check in, he'd spent some time at the hotel pool with that girl from Canada, April… made out with her. Though he’d seen her around since he’d met her on Saturday afternoon, this was the first time he’d really talked to her since Sunday. With Chloé leaving in the morning, he thought she would be someone to hang around with, but she told him that she was leaving the next day too. Which was too bad because she was hot. Though not cute in the way Chloé was, she was slim but had huge tits. In that, she was shaped a lot like Bailey. He did get to play with them and, with his dad’s little camera, he took a lot of pics of those boobs without her top on. But the real reason he’d not told his family about any of that was that she was fourteen. He did not want to get a lecture. Perhaps it was just as well that he wouldn’t spend any more time with her.

Seeing Lamar had finished his report, Bonnie turned to her husband. “OK Cooper, it’s your turn. How did your day go?”

Cooper couldn’t help but shake his head and say “My son and daughter and wife all had a lot of sex today, And I just worked all morning and looked at architecture in the afternoon. Aren’t I the boring one?”

Misty patted his hand and said in a pitiful manner. “That’s OK Dad. We all know how many women you do it with, after all, most of them are the mothers of our friends.”

With a sly look that both kids understood, their mother said, “He’s not really worried. He’s known since the first month we dated in college that the better the sex I have with other guys in the afternoon, the better sex we have at night. Though back then I didn’t tell him all that I did with other guys, we euphemistically referred to me getting warmed up before our dates. So since he now knows that both Honoré and Corin had been in me tonight and that the sex with them was nothing short of amazing, it will be all the better for him when we get back to the villa. I’m going to fuck your father’s brains out tonight.” Looking right at Misty she said, “Unless you want us to keep you up, you’d better shut your door tonight because I’m going to be loud.”

Misty smiled, “You know full well I’m not going to do that. Hearing you two make love is music to my ears, no matter how loud you are.”

At twenty till midnight, Lamar went upstairs to tell his parents he was leaving. Even downstairs with the TV on, he’d heard his mom's exclamations as she climaxed, repeatedly… just as she said she would. When he looked into their room, his mom’s mouth was filled with his dad’s erection. It was nothing he’d not seen a dozen times before, but unlike his sister, he’d never just walked into their room while his parents had sex. He’d gone in the room with his sister when they were having sex with Butch and Tabitha, but never with each other. And this time, he only came in far enough to be sure his dad could see him before saying “I’m off to the beach. Don’t wait up for me.”

His mom looked up from what she was doing. Still holding his dad in her hand, she said, “OK, have fun. Do you still have condoms?”

“Yea. I have half of the box I took from your stuff this morning.”

She smiled and said “Have fun,” before she wrapped her lips around the head of his dad’s cock again.

As it turned out, he didn’t need the condoms. He waited almost a full hour before he realized the girls were not coming. He was disappointed, but Chloé had already told him that she was not sure her parents would let them go out at midnight. Apparently, they didn’t.

Misty’s parents did indeed go at it for over an hour and her mother was just as noisy as she said she would be. Since the two open bedroom doors were right across from each other in the villa, Misty fell asleep to the sound of her parents having sex.  Her last thought before drifting off was how those sounds of Mom and Dad making love were comforting to hear after watching her with Honoré all day. 

Misty was up and dressed and her rolling bag packed with all the outfits she thought could be used on her photoshoot by 5:00 AM Wednesday morning.  She was thankful Lamar had not taken her up on the offer of her bed.

It was still dark when she went to the resort’s main entrance to wait out front. A cab pulled up and a young, stocky, but not unattractive, woman stepped out.

“Misty Campbell?” she asked in an Eastern European accent.

Misty introduced herself.

“I am Inna, Boris’s assistant.”

Soon she was on her way.

She and her mother had talked the night before and she said she wanted to do this on her own. Though Bonnie cringed inside, she knew it was the right thing to do, so Misty was out into the adult world: a businesswoman and a professional model. But as they drove in the cab through the darkness she would have liked to have her mother present. Maybe she didn’t want to be an adult as much as she thought.

After a fifteen-minute drive in which the other woman did not speak, the cab pulled onto a sand parking area. Inna led Misty, who was struggling to keep up due to her bag, to a dock. What looked like an oversized johnboat was waiting for them. The shirtless young man took her bag and helped her into the boat.

As by then she didn’t expect much explanation from Inna, she asked the boat’s skipper “Where are we going?”

He pointed to a small island in the bay in front of them “Pinel Island.”

It was very small, maybe a quarter the size or less of the island they had gone to with Honoré and Corin. The boat crossed the water in short order and pulled up to a rickety looking pier.

“Come along. He’s waiting,” barked Inna.

Misty, helped by the boatman, was coming along as fast as she could.  The beach was, not surprisingly, empty as it was now still not 5:30 AM, the coming sun was just a crescent of light on the horizon.

In the dim moon light she could see a few closed cabana bars, but nothing was moving, except Inna. Between two buildings she disappeared. Misty struggled but kept pace. Through a copse of palm trees and up a scrubby hill, at the crest of which stood a man and two women in earnest discussion.

Misty had caught up to Inna, and together they closed on the trio half way up the hill. It was steeper than she had thought and by the time they closed on them, she was huffing and puffing.  Evidently the man, hearing their approach turned, looked Misty over quickly and looked back to the rising sun. The man was younger than she had expected, perhaps thirty. He had long dark hair pulled into a ponytail. It seemed strange that he was wearing a dress shirt and slacks.

Misty, unsure what to do just let go of her rolling bag and waited.

 “What are you wearing under that dress?” came the man’s baritone Eastern-European accented voice.

She wasn’t sure to whom he was speaking. “Me?"

“Yes you. If you are wearing knickers, please remove them.”

“No, I don’t have anything under the dress,” she said referring to the pale purple linen sundress she’d bought on Monday. If the sun had been up, he would have seen that it was thin enough to see her body under it. When she bought it, Misty had been sure it was designed to be a bikini cover-up, but she’d worn it as a dress today.

“Good, then let’s get started before we miss the sunrise,” he said in a commanding but not aggressive way. She stepped around the man and he directed her and the other girl to the very crest of the hill which was about thirty feet further up the path. What made it more difficult was that he had to instruct her in English while he spoke to the other girl (who he’d not bothered to introduce) in a language Misty did not recognize.

As they moved to where they were directed, the other girl, in a thick accent and a halting cadence said, “Hello. I am Oleksandra. I am sorry I speak little English.”

Without slowing to turn to the girl who, to Misty, looked about sixteen, she replied, “Hi, my name is Misty. I am from Georgia.” She thought for a moment then added, “In America, not the country in Europe.”

Oleksandra seemed to take a moment to understand what Misty had said, then laughed, “Yes, you are an American. I am from Ukraine.”

Misty only knew where Ukraine was from playing the game Risk as a kid. However, she remembered reading an article during her internship last summer that said that Ukraine’s most valuable export is beautiful women, both models and prostitutes. Certainly, Oleksandra was very pretty. She was slim, almost willowy, and the more Misty considered her appearance, she became convinced this girl was not eighteen, though she had no doubt that Borris would provide “proof” to her business partner that she was. 

When Misty and Oleksandra reached the top of the hill, they turned to look back. Dawn was upon them. In the growing light, Misty could clearly see Borris. He stood in front of a medium-format Hasselblad camera perched on a stout tripod. She recognized the camera from her internship. Where had that come from? She’d not seen it just a few minutes ago.

After looking at his viewfinder, he left the camera and walked to where she stood.

“Misty, turn around, let me look at you.”

She tried to do so as gracefully as she could.

He looked at her intently. "Take off the dress.”

Again she did as she was told.

“...and the shoes.”

She thought, “he certainly doesn’t do a warm-up does he? But she did as he said. Kicking off her sandals, she then slowly turned around again. She was more than a little bit nervous, not at all because she was naked, but because he was scrutinizing her body. She knew exactly what he was doing; she had learned to make body assessments prior to shooting from her internship.  She stood up straight, and knew exactly what he was seeing.

The narrative ran in her mind: The model is young, medium height, has very smooth, medium tanned skin, round and firm 34D breasts that have only a slight under curve, with small pink areolas and nipples that stand out nicely. No scars, no tattoos, the only piercings were earrings and a navel ring. And she had striking green eyes.

She knew her butt was nice and round, but not big, and her legs and hips had filled out some since last summer, but were entirely free from cellulite. Boris would be judging her to be more curvy than Oleksandra, but of nearly the same height. He would compose his shots accordingly.

“Good.” He said when he finished his examination. Then he said to the other woman who was following him around, evidently his assistant. She picked up Misty’s dress and sandals, then she in turn said something to Oleksandra in what Misty decided must be Ukrainian. Whereupon Oleksandra removed her top, skirt and sandals as well, leaving both models completely nude on the top of the hill.

As this was happening, Borris asked Misty, “Do you know why I agreed to shoot you?”

“As a favor to your friend Richard Kyle?” she asked.

He laughed a big hearty laugh. It dispelled the formal air that had built up. “A favor for my friend Richard Kyle? That Indian bean counter? You must not know him very well.” He laughed again. “Young woman, Richard doesn’t have friends, at best he has collaborators.” He moved closer to her and said “I saw your photos. I liked your energy, your vitality. In this business models are so jaded, so hungry for fame. They can be wooden and interchangeable. But you, you seemed so alive. I thought I could capture that.” He stopped speaking and seemed to think for a few moments. “Just be that same person you were in the photos I saw from the beach and we can do something special.”

Before he went back to his camera, he said in English, “Because I want to catch the sunrise, we are going to start with nudes, then do your hair and makeup for bikini and fashion shots.” The assistant translated his words to Oleksandra that time, but once Borris got working he spoke in a language that the other model understood, and the assistant translated into English for Misty.  He directed them to walk along the ridgeline. He added, "To catch the sunrise we will do the first set before we work on your make-up and hair.  It's not ideal, but I misjudged the time."

They shot on the hill until the sun was well up. Once they were posing in bright early morning light, Borris took the camera off of the tripod which allowed him more flexibility. Borris’s pretty assistant held the slave flash, keeping a few feet to the right as he moved and shot. He had Misty and Oleksandra walk and pose with both of them in the frame, but he often reversed their positions relative to the other. In some they held hands, in some they walked with their arms around each other and in a couple of sets he had them hug or for Misty to wrap her arms around the thinner Oleksandra.

Right off her summer internship was valuable since she had watched several dozen professional models go through photo shoots. Between that and all the shoots she’d done as a photographer, she had learned a lot about what works and what does not. However, Boris wanted the version of Misty that went to the nude beach almost two years ago, she had changed a lot, but she tried to be what he wanted. Some things she could not help, her hair was slightly shorter now, she was an inch taller, and weighed ten pounds more than she did when she was first photographed nude in Miami when she was sixteen. And she was infinitely more confident and aware of her sexuality.

The nearest thing he had them do to sexual, was to cup the other’s breast or tweak the other’s nipple. It was not too different from what Misty and her mother had done the day before. Right before they ended the first set Borris said, “I want you two to hold each other like lovers and look into the other’s eyes.”

They did so. Then he said, “Now put your lips together gently.” Borris moved around getting photos from several angles before he said, “That is good.”

Misty had no idea how many photos he had taken in that first session, but they had been shooting for at least an hour, perhaps more.

“We will take a break now, you can get dressed,” Borris said.

They made their way back down the hill to the beach, which by then was coming to life with a few people arriving by boat.  She was finally introduced to his assistant, another Ukrainian named Tetiana, though unlike Oleksandra, her English was excellent, with only a trace of accent. She was also very pretty but was older and curvier than Oleksandra, though she didn’t appear to be much older than Misty. Right off Misty suspected that she also modeled for Borris. And unlike Inna, she was pleasant and chatty. Boris too, once the shooting had stopped, was very personable. She could just imagine when he was just starting out how he used that charm to get girls out of their clothes for him to shoot. Before long, Misty began to wonder about Tetiana’s relationship to Borris.

Perhaps Oleksandra saw the question in Misty’s eye and whispered, “Tetiana is lover with Boris.”

Misty whispered back, “Thanks, I was wondering.” Despite the language barrier, Misty and Oleksandra had already become comfortable with each other.

Borris gave Misty and Oleksandra a rundown of the plans for the rest of the shoot. While the first set had been more free-flowing as they rushed to catch the early morning light, the rest of the shoot would be more scripted. He explained to Misty that  Inna would do her hair and make-up before they began shooting again.

With ruthless efficiency, Misty was painted and coiffed into being a model. As the island had no electric power, the work was done right on the beach under one of the tables with a large palm frond umbrella.

When Inna finally finished working on her, Misty guessed it to be just past 9:00. As if they had not already done over an hour of posing nude, Borris said he would first shoot them in what they had on. While Borris might not have realized she wore nothing under the dress earlier on, now in the sun it was quite obvious. Oleksandra’s outfit was nearly as revealing, so it made sense to shoot glamour photos in what they’d worn to the shoot.

The second photo set was done not on the beach itself, but in the area just back from the sand, where there were palm trees, a couple of vendor stands, and a half dozen picnic tables. While the beach was beginning to get visitors, this area was still deserted. They shot for about forty minutes. Misty wasn’t surprised when he had them slide the tops of their outfits down to reveal their breasts or lift their skirts to show off their bare, hairless vulvas.

What was new was for her to spread her legs to fully expose all of her sexual parts, and for him to move in for close-ups of it. Not that she was embarrassed to do it, she thought she had a very pretty pussy and she wasn’t shy about showing it off; but she’d never posed like that before. Yet, she also knew that just yesterday she’d shot photos of her mother with her legs spread

masturbating to orgasm, and she’d shot several close-ups of her mom’s hand working her clit. Mom has a pretty pussy too. So perhaps this wasn’t so different after all. When the camera was just two feet from her open sex, the thought came to her that she would be giving Corin this view again tonight, and he’d be filling it with his cock… again. That thought set off a gush of wetness inside of her. On a whim, she reached down and slid two fingers in as deep as they would go and finger fucked herself for close to a minute. Borris kept shooting the whole time.

As they posed, they gathered a small group of onlookers, again not so different from when the couple had watched as Lamar had shot photos of her masturbating on the rocks. A couple of times Inna asked for the onlookers to move back out of the frame, but other than that, Borris’s crew seemed to take it as par for the course.

Once he’d gotten all the photos he wanted of them in their outfits, they took another break. Boris looked through the bikinis she’d brought. She actually had quite a nice collection of skimpy bikinis built up over the past couple of years, however, she’d only brought the tops for a few of them. He handed her the new one-piece thong she’d bought on Monday and said, “Try this one first.” He then turned to Oleksandra and seemed to tell her what to put on from her own collection.

Misty looked around. The strip of sand that made up the east side of the island, the prime tourist area, was filling up. Old people, families, young people, the growing crowd ran the gamut. She only saw one teenage girl and one woman topless and no one was nude, but she also did not see any changing facilities. She’d been nude in public before, but this family-oriented beach did not appear to be clothing optional… but there was no way to know if it was or not.  She reasoned however, this was a French colony, and here the definition of "family friendly" was very different than in Georgia. She slipped off her dress and tossed it on the nearby picnic table. Moments later, Oleksandra did the same. The suit Boris had told her to put on was also a one-piece thong, but was essentially the reverse of Misty’s with the center section cut out rather than the sides; and like hers, it was more or less see-through. Right off Misty saw they would look great together.

Boris set up a series of quite traditional looking beach shots with Misty and Oleksandra posing on a pier in their swimwear walking, kneeling, laying on their stomachs and such. Once he’d gotten what he wanted on the pier, he had them get into the water beside it. He shot a set of them coming up out of the water onto the beach. Wet, both of their suits were nearly transparent. And then, not surprisingly, he had them pull them down, then off.

As the shoot continued, Misty went through nearly every suit she had as she and Oleksandra moved from location to location around that corner of the island. With each set for which she had both a top and bottom, he had her wear the whole suit, then had her and Oleksandra shed their tops, then their bottoms. She posed in the water, by a small sailboat, on the beach, in and around the Tikki bars, on the dock, and just about everywhere else on and around the beach.  Each move prompted a new swim suit and work on her hair and make-up.

Half-way through the shoot, they took another break.  During the stop, Inna worked on her hair for some time. One of the shops had an electric generator and she used it to power a curling iron as Misty's hair was refashioned from casual to formal.

By the time they resumed shooting the area had become rather crowded. When the frame was likely to include other people in the background, Tetiana or Inna would speak to those people. A few moved, but most did not seem to mind the possibility of being in the photo. It was obvious to Misty that although only a few men and a few more teenage boys brazenly gawked; they were getting quite a lot of looks as they proceeded on their shoot. After all, a professional glamour shoot would get attention most anywhere even if she'd been wearing a conservative bikini.

It was tiring, but she loved every second. Boris was unrelenting in his directions.   Rather than the directions annoying her, it gave her comfort to know a serious pro was calling the shots. She was sure this would yield by and away the best photos she’d ever had made. Additionally, she was packing away in her brain as much of what he said and did as she could.

It took some getting used to posing with her legs spread to show off her outer and inner labia. No one at Kate’s studio ever did “beaver shots,” but she knew Boris was more commercial and such things went with the ground.  He shot close-ups of her sex in nearly every set. Though he never asked her to, twice more Misty briefly played with herself when she didn’t think any bystanders could see. Though Oleksandra had been surprised the first time when Misty put her fingers inside herself, after that, she followed Misty’s lead. Borris never encouraged them nor did he discourage them when they did so, but he did capture it all with his camera.

For the final set of the day, their entourage hiked across the little island to a much less visited beach. On the way, Tetiana explained to Misty the plan for the last set was for her to also pose with them. “Originally, this trip was just going to be for Oleksandra and me. She’s done two studio sets with Boris, but this is her first modeling trip. He almost always has an experienced model go with new girls for these kinds of trips since there are so many new demands. She did really well with me yesterday and today she seems totally comfortable with you. This last set will be a semi-erotic shoot, meaning we will touch each other and simulate some sexual things, but we won’t actually have sex. Though as I understand it, you are comfortable with doing real erotica.”

Misty replied, “Oh, I’m totally fine with it. I’ve shot close to a dozen erotic shoots of people having sex.”

Tetiana asked, “Like of your friends?”

“Of my friends and of my mother with several different guys.”

Misty fully expected the surprised response to that comment. Then she went on as if she’d not said anything out of the ordinary. “Erotica is not easy to do well. Just a couple of weeks ago I did my first erotic shoot as a model. I was with a super hot Brazilian man. Since I’ve shot others having sex so many times, I already had a feel for what would work and what would not. I’ll confess, I really liked the photos of me having sex. I was surprised how turned on it makes me to look at them.”

Tetiana laughed, “Oh I know. I don’t know how many times I’ve gotten myself off looking at my erotica photo sets. I’ve only done three of them, one with a man, one with a woman, and one threesome. Borris just started shooting models actually having sex about a year ago, and I was the first of his models to say she’d do it. Even now most of them won’t, but I love it. The truth is I love having sex and doing it while Borris shoots pictures of me is the best.”

Misty agreed, “Yes, it was an amazing experience doing it as a model. It was only after I did it the first time, I decided my new website would have at least some photos of me having sex.”

Tetiana thought for a moment then said, “We are in the process of making plans for a trip to Jamacia in late summer. The plan is to do a series of erotic vignettes. I’ll be one of three girls and we will be taking two male models. I’ve worked with one of the men Borris wants to use. He’s wonderful. And yes, there will be photos of actual sex. As planned, we would be shooting for several days at multiple locations. From what I’ve seen, I think you’d be a good fit. Would you be interested in me talking to Borris about it?” 

That was unexpected, so Misty said, “Go ahead and talk to him about it. I’m booked for most of the summer then I start college in the fall, but I’d love to discuss it as your plans move forward.” She thought that was a good answer that did not commit her to anything.

Tetiana replied, “I’ll do that. But today we won’t be having sex. It will depend on if we are alone out on this beach. If we are, he will likely have us do a lot more touching than you’ve done so far. So, he’ll likely ask you to play with yourself again, and he will likely ask us to kiss, lick each other’s nipples, and stuff like that, but no actual sex… we won’t be going down on each other. Is all that OK with you?”

Misty nodded, then said, “I think I’m more than comfortable enough with you and Oleksandra to do whatever he wants.”

Tetiana nodded and said, “She is comfortable with you too. I can already tell she will have no problem with what we are going to do.”

It took about fifteen minutes to reach the other beach. There were two groups out on the sand, both were young adults. One couple was almost nude and the other fully so. Misty didn’t think that Borris would feel inhibited at this mostly empty stretch of beach.

As Borris and Inna unpacked the gear, Misty and Oleksandra pulled their outfits off once more. As Misty had concluded a couple of hours ago, Tetiana wore nothing under the lightly woven linen dress she’d been wearing all day. Naked, the three of them walked down to the surf. For this session, they spent most of their time in the water or lying in the wet sand with the waves washing over them. Though they’d been careful so far to keep their hair dry, this time they fully immersed in the water. As Tetiana had predicted, this session was all about the models touching each other. There was hugging, kissing, and licking. Misty found herself sucking both of their nipples at different times, and they did the same to her. Borris seemed to like to see tongues out, and it felt forced when he had her touch tongues with the other models, even though their lips were a couple of inches apart. And as with every set, he shot close-ups of their legs spread, but in some of the poses he had Oleksandra or Tetiana stroke her inner lips with their fingers. Several times Borris constructed erotically charged tableaus. They felt stilted to Misty, but she suspected that the three of them were carefully posed to make a single coherent image.

But as Tetiana had said, there was nothing that Misty would call sex, though several poses would count as simulated sex, like when she licked Tetiana just inches from her labial crease.  All in all though, more than anything else the session was just fun splashing and playing in the water with two very pretty girls for about an hour and a half.

Once finished and packed back up Boris confirmed her feelings about the shoot. “I believe these photos will be very good indeed. I will send Richard a set of the photographs for your site and some 8X10’s for him to forward to you for your print portfolio.”

She began to reach to shake his hand but he moved to kiss her first. Not an erotic kiss, just a pleasant European thank-you kiss.  With that, she left Boris and his crew on the beach and took the launch back to the main island.

Misty was excited that she would be going on a global website with millions of viewers. She was in the big leagues already. Though she knew it to be a silly girlish idea, she could not but hope she would be “discovered” and have other big-name photographers want to shoot her photos. However, she had some reservations. While Borris might be world-famous, she got the distinct feeling that his aim was not art but something more crass. His focus on shooting the model's sexual parts up close seemed downright juvenile. Because of that, she actually didn’t know if she wanted to do a sex shoot for him. But still, she’d think about it. It would depend a lot on how the images from today looked on his website.

When she arrived back at the villa, the first thing she noticed was a blue Vespa scooter sitting just outside their door. That was odd. Inside it appeared no one was home, but there was a note on the table for her to call Corin, and a number was left on the table. She picked up the room’s phone and dialed the number.

“Corin?”

“Yes, Misty,” Came the voice on the other end of the line. “I had a wonderful time yesterday.”

They chatted for a few minutes and he seemed interested in her photo shoot. Finally, he asked if she was still up to joining him and some friends clubbing tonight. When he’d first asked as they packed up to leave yesterday, her instinct had been to say she was too young to go, but she knew on St. Martin, she was not. After setting a time for him to pick her up, she knew it was time for a nap, after all, she hoped it would be a long night.

She began lugging her bag up the stairs. Half-way up she realized she was not alone in the house. The door to her room was open and the light was on. To herself, she whispered, “Not another girl.” Misty made a point to be as quiet as possible because she suspected what she would find in the room: his brother had bedded yet another girl. How was that possible? How had her little brother met a new girl and gotten to know her well enough to bring her home for sex?

Moving up the last few steps she crept through the open door on her left. She stepped in just far enough to see what was going on. Her brother was face down between the legs of what she felt sure was a girl she’d not seen before.

Misty almost backed out when the girl’s head turned, but her eyes were closed in a state of ecstasy as her hip slowly thrust to meet Lamar’s mouth. She saw the girl’s face clearly, and it was someone she’d not seen before. He had met and brought home a new girl all in one morning.

The girl was attractive enough, but in a every girl sort of way. She was no breathless beauty. With shoulder length brown hair and a flattish face, she was not thin, but not large either, with freckles all over her body. Overall, if she wasn’t naked and at the point of orgasm, she was not a girl that would be noticed. Misty guessed the girl to be about sixteen. Misty decided the word for her was “cute.” That was the word for her, cute. The girl, whoever she was, had her hands on her brother’s head and her hips were thrusting up with an increasing vigor as he performed oral sex on her.

Misty was impressed. Her brother hadn’t exaggerated about how well his oral skills were being received. This girl was really getting off to his pussy licking. Even from the far side of the room, she could see they were both covered in sweat and the girl was breathing very hard. This had been going on for some time. How was it that Lamar seemed to have girls… and women… cued up to join him in bed?

It wasn't long before the girl convulsed in a powerful climax. Misty slipped back out of the door. In an effort to seem less intrusive, she waited a couple of minutes then went back in as if she’d just arrived. When she stepped into the doorway, her brother and the girl were sitting in the middle of the bed looking at an iPad.

“Hello,” she said as she entered, “I’m Lamar’s sister, Misty.”

Unlike Chloé had done, the girl jumped and moved away from Lamar when she saw Misty; but there was no bolt to the door, nor even an effort to hide her nudity. It was only when the girl stood that Misty noticed that while the girl had a tan line below, there wasn’t even a hint of a tan line where a top would go… clearly she rarely wore one.  No wonder she wasn’t embarrassed at being seen nude.

“Hi Sis,” Lamar said brightly. “Thanks for letting us use your bed.”

The girl quickly dropped her fight or flight stance and then cheerfully, in a distinctly British accent and still a bit breathless, said “Hello. I’m Emily. Very nice to meet you,” as she hopped out of the bed to offer a hand with no hint of embarrassment that she was nude or had just finished having sex. In addition to the lack of a top tan line, when she stood, Misty could see how short she actualy was. While Misty thought herself quite average at 5’ 7”, the girl was no more than 5’ 1” or 5’ 2”. She wasn’t petite exactly, but she was small.

The girl, Emily, continued “Your brother has told me a lot about you.”

Lamar cringed. He never wanted Misty to know how proud he was to be her brother. She was the hottest and most popular girl in school, and out on the beach this week, she was the hottest girl there too. She was the only girl or young woman who he never saw wearing anything on the beach. Not only did all the guys want to meet her, but the girls did too. And now he was telling people, quite honestly, his sister was a professional model and a professional nude photographer. He was worried Emily might tell Misty how much he thought of her.

“He has?” Misty said with an overly dramatic air of surprise. “Well, I’m not nearly the monster he told you I was.”

“Oh, no,” the girl, Emily, said, “It has all been good. Are you really a professional model?”

Misty thought for a moment, “I guess I am. I never really thought of it that way.”

“And you have been off today doing a shoot with Boris Ujinko? He’s my favorite photographer in the world.”

Emily’s face said that she was truly excited by the fact she was talking to Misty. The girl seemed to already know Boris was uber famous. “I did.” She pointed to the bag she’d rolled in, “This is all the stuff he shot me in this morning, well when I wasn’t dressed like this.” With a flair, she pulled her dress over her head to leave her as nude as the girl and Lamar. “Which was more than half of the time.”

Emily’s smile got even wider. “Was Tetiana there? She’s my favorite model on his site. The rumor on the message boards is that she and Boris are an item.”

Her knowledge really did surprise Misty. It was one thing to say she liked the photographer, but it was something else to know Tetiana by name. “Yes,” Misty said, “Yes, she was.”

“Did you pose with her? That would be so cool. I’ve imagined being one of his models and posing naked with her a hundred times.”

Misty smiled, “Actually I did. Most of the day she was acting as his photo assistant, but we posed together for the last set that lasted just over an hour.”

“Was anyone else there?”

“Most of the day I just posed with a girl named Oleksandra. But we didn’t talk very much because she spoke almost no English.”

Emily smiled, “Oh, she’s new. She just had her first photoset come out a few weeks ago.”

For fifteen minutes, she and Misty talked as Emily asked questions about her photoshoot while Misty put away her things.

Sitting on one side of the bed, watching the two girls talk got old to Lamar. How strange he thought, “I’m getting tired of watching my sister and a hot girl naked right in the room with me. That’s really weird.”  To give himself something to do, he picked back up Emily’s iPad. He and Emily had been taking pictures and video with it on and off for more than an hour. After shot nudes of her up on the roof, they used it to take some sex selfies as well.  One wall of Misty's room was covered by a large mirror that gave a perfect view of the bed. It made shooting sex selfies so easy, Lamar was sure it was just as much a sex mirror as the one over his parent’s bed. Using the iPad he took several pics of Emily and Misty talking. It wasn’t, after all, all that bad sitting there watching the two of them naked on the other side of the bed. Misty did not appear to realize he had taken some photos and a short video of the two of them, or she didn’t care, he didn’t know which.

Finally, Misty said, “I’ll go take my nap in the other room so you guys can get back to it.”

But Emily said “Oh, no, we are done for now. I promised your brother a ride around the island on my scooter. We had been shagging for a long time before you came in,” she motioned to the ground beside the bed. There were two used condoms on the floor that Misty had not before noticed. “He’s amazingly good for a guy his age. He makes love more like a guy in his thirties than a sixteen-year-old.  Did you really teach his girlfriend how to eat a girl out so that she could teach him how to do it really good?”

It hadn’t exactly been that she’d taught Sara so that she could teach Lamar, after all, Sarah and Bailey had been having sex for almost a year before that. But she didn’t want to completely destroy Lamar’s version of the story so she said, “Yes, it's true Sarah and I are lovers and we were having sex before she became his girlfriend, and she has told me several times how much she learned from making love to me. But she’d been having sex with her best friend for well over a year when she and I first did it.”

“Way cool!” Emily replied, “You two share a girlfriend. Do you do it like one after another?”

Misty nodded, “Yes, I don’t know how many times she’s done it with Lamar right before doing it with me. The last two times I sat right beside them in our game room while they had sex, then he sat and watched me and her do it.” She gave a laugh, “And then they did it again.” She thought a moment then she looked at Lamar and added, “Having the same lover has really brought us closer together in a weird way. Would you agree?”

He'd not seen the question coming, but the answer was easy, “Oh, for sure. We both love the same girl. I guess for other people that might create conflict, but for us, it brings us together. And it just seems so natural that I should want Misty to make Sarah feel loved. And like she said, when Misty has watched Sarah and I have sex, or I have watched them, it’s the exact opposite of jealousy. I love that Misty gets Sarah off. There is a special joy in knowing that my sister touches her in ways I just can’t. I’m pretty sure she feels the same.”

Misty’s eyes widened at Lamar’s thoughtful answer. He was right, she did like that her brother could do things for Sarah that she couldn’t and she did like watching them together. But she’d not heard him say it that way before.

Emily, incredulous, asked, “You watch each other have sex with her?”

Both Lamar and Misty nodded, and Lamar added, “Lots of times.” Then to Misty, Lamar added, “Recently she’s asked when we can do that in the game room again. She really likes doing it with both of us right there together like that.”

Misty knew full well what Sarah really wanted. She wanted the three of them to all spend the night in Misty’s bed together, having a real threesome. When she’d asked about it, Misty had told her she wouldn’t have a threesome with Lamar. Yet, she knew that when she sat beside Sarah, kissing her, while Lamar fucked her was nearly the same thing; but getting into the bed together was different… at least in Misty’s mind.

Lamar had gotten up and started to get his stuff to go off. Emily stopped him, and asked Misty “Can I get a pic of us together? When your pics are posted on Modern Glamour, my friends back in the UK will never believe I met you if I don’t.”

Misty hesitated, but Emily said “Oh, I’m sixteen. The UK isn’t like The States. Nobody is going to arrest me for naked pictures of myself. Until just a few years ago sixteen-year-olds could even model nude professionally in the UK. They can still do it in France.” She grinned, “And we are in France technically. My mum was a Page 3 girl when she was my age, but she was… and still is very pretty. That’s how she caught her new husband. He’s even more posh than my dad and he likes a pretty bird on his arm.”

 Misty asked, “What is a page three girl?”

“Oh, I guess you wouldn’t know. Until just a couple of years ago in The Sun newspaper every week they featured a topless model, like on a full-page spread. Back in my mum’s day, lots of the models, like her, were sixteen when their topless photos were in The Sun all over the country. That was way before the internet and that started her modeling career. That’s sort of where I came from. Mum caught the eye of my rich dad when she was modeling, but after he married her, he made her stop because he didn’t like blokes looking at his wife all naked. Then he moved on to another young girl a few years later. She hasn’t done any nude stuff since I was little, but she is sort of proud that she was in newsstand magazines all over the UK for more than five years. She has a scrapbook of her published photos that I like to look at. She still does a fashion modeling gig every once and a while. As I said, she is very pretty.”

Misty asked, “So she knows you go topless at the beach?” referring to her lack of top tan lines.

“Oh yes. She knows and doesn’t mind at all. When we go to the beach together, she often lays out without her top, but she doesn’t walk around topless like I do. Once I talked her into going nude with me on Orient Bay. That was fun. So, she’s fine with me showing my boobs at the beach or choosing to wear nothing at all. But she also knows that it frustrates me that she still gets way more attention at her age than I do at sixteen.”

Misty laughed, “With my mom and me we both get a lot of attention, especially since we look so much alike. That’s how I started nude modeling by accident when I was sixteen.”

“But you are gorgeous,” Emily gushed. Then in a less buoyant tone, she added, “And I know that I look like my dad, not my mom. Even when I go naked on Orient Bay beach, I don’t get the looks my mum does in her bikini.”

Lamar piped in, “I noticed you. I think you look great.”

While Misty knew full well that Emily wasn’t a beauty queen, she had something about her that Misty was sure she could work with. “Tell you what, how about I shoot you on the beach? I’m sure you’ll take great photos.”

“Really? I can do nude modeling with a real professional photographer?”

“Sure, as long as they are casual beach photos. Then she thought, “No, actually I think I can shoot pretty much anything I want here. I’ll give you a great set of photos, I promise. But, not today. I’ve got to get a nap before I go out. I’m sure I’ll be spending the night with a very hot guy.”

Emily was thrilled and then she took Lamar’s hand and said, “I’m sure I will be spending the night with a hot guy too.”

Soon they were off on her scooter and Misty was asleep.

After her nap and shower, while Misty was getting ready for her date, Lamar and Emily had come back to the villa to get something to eat.  Both Emily and Lamar sat on her bed and chatted while she dressed and did her hair. Not for the first time, Misty marveled at how Lamar had moved into the category of being her peer and friend. Sarah had indeed done a lot to bring them together, and after the thing about insinuating that Chloé was underage, she realized she didn’t have “the perv” to harass anymore.

Misty asked Lamar to remind their parents she was out with Corin and likely would spend the night on the boat. Lamar seemed happy with that and said “So, I can have the room all night?”

Emily explained cheerfully, “I talked to my mum. She said I can stay here tonight if your parents call her and will be here too. Lamar said your parents will be cool with us sleeping together.”

Misty smiled, “Knowing Mom, she will probably offer to loan you some lingerie and sex toys. But I don’t know when they will be back, and our cells don’t work here.”

The two “kids” had just left again when at 8:00 PM Corin picked her up in a cab at the front of the villa complex. Misty’s night was a whirlwind of excitement; one dance club after another. It was all so new to her.  She drank a glass of sweet wine at the first two clubs, but did not have a third until after they had called it a night and Misty found herself on the La Étole de Quebec again, naked under the stars on the spar deck. After their first lustful and vigorous round of love making, Misty used his cell to call the villa. She knew it was late, but she didn’t think they would mind. Not trusting her brother to relay the message, she told (not asked) them that she would be sleeping on the ship and would not be back until sometime tomorrow. It was her first time to sleep over at a man’s place. She almost asked if Lamar’s little friend was spending the night, but thought that wasn’t her business.

After her phone call, they made slow tender love under the canopy of stars. After their second session of the night, they got a chill in the midnight air. So, it was to Corin's cabin in the focsal for a few hours’ sleep before another round of middle-of-the-night sex.

The next morning, she was awakened by Honoré standing at the cabin door telling Corin to get topside. It felt like she hadn’t slept for even an hour. But she knew that was not true because she could tell through the door leading to the gun deck that the sun was well up.

Honoré spoke in French but she got the idea. With Corin out of the bed pulling on a pair of shorts Honoré said in English “Glad to have you aboard again Misty.”

Now awake and fully aware that she was lying naked on the bunk, she sat up and said “Glad to be back.”

In a more business like tone, he said “We have a scuba cruise today. I normally don’t do these charters, that is more what Corin does. But the couple who booked it had been part of one of the Marine Institute cruises a couple of years back. It seems the relationship they started on board took them all the way to the altar. How could I say no? We’ll be taking eight passengers to the H.M.S. Proselyte, an English frigate sunk in 1801.  It’s a great place to dive. You are welcome to stay on as a temporary crew member, or you may go ashore with Corin. He’s pulling out with the Zodiac as soon as he gets it into the water to pick up our passengers.”

No thinking necessary, she said, “Sure, I want to be a crew member for the day if you will have me. I’ll just need to call my parents so they don’t worry that you pirates have kidnapped me.”

“Most certainly. We don’t want to be hunted down on the high seas. Sadly, as much as l would love to see you all day dressed as you are, until we see what the passengers prefer to be the clothing de’jur I must ask you to get dressed before they arrive.  There is a cabinet filled with stuff left behind by guests. I’m sure you can find a pair of shorts to fit, or a swimsuit bottom.” Then he opened a drawer and pulled out a blue polo shirt. He said “This is your pay for crewing today” and tossed it to her. It had an embroidered picture of the La Étole de Québec on the chest above the word, CREW. 

In the drawer, she found a black Brazilian bikini bottom. It wasn't quite a thong, but she was sure it would show off her ass quite nicely. Dressed in the bikini bottoms and the crew shirt, she began another full day of adventure. She found it even more fun to help sail the boat than it was to just sit back and watch as she had the previous trip. She was glad that she had strung her camera around her neck before leaving the villa last night. As she had before, she used her camera to record the events.  At Honoré's suggestion, she offered to send digital copies of the photos she took that day to the scuba group "at no charge." They had noticed her professional camera and were happy to take her up on the offer.

The chartered group consisted of four couples in their late twenties. Misty noted that the women were all wearing “American” type bikinis, but even in her shirt, Misty's attire was much more revealing than any of the passengers. Even though the couple who’d booked the cruise had gone to college in Canada, she heard them say they lived near Boston which explained the relatively conservative swimwear. After they were underway, Honoré asked if the passengers objected to his crew going without their shirts. Misty found the looks on the men’s faces particularly funny as they looked over at her and Corin, then processed what he was asking.  When no one made an objection, both crew members spent the rest of the day bare-chested.

A short while later, the woman who’d chartered the trip, Sharon, removed her top. Two more waited a little longer but did as well. The third woman never did take hers off. Misty wondered if anyone would remove their bottoms but none of them did… at least not up on deck.

Misty helped Corin get the nine underwater propulsion units from the hold for the divers to use. Evidently, there had been some discussion among the passengers, because once they were all on the gundeck, with their tanks on their backs, they looked around at each other, then Sharon and her husband, slipped their bottoms off. There was a laugh, then one other couple did as well. So as Corin helped them out the side hatch and into the water, Misty couldn’t help but thinking how cool it would be to do underwater nude photography.

Once they were gone, Misty asked Corin, what all that was about. He told her that there was a tradition on that annual research cruise that the last dive was less formal than the others, and the professors normally don’t go with the students. “That is because on that last dive, nearly all the students go nude. I don’t remember details like who went bare and who did not on all those research cruises, but my guess is that the couple who arranged the trip had been among those who went bare. Remember, the cruise is for a maritime university in Canada, not the US so there is less prudery with that group.” He went on to explain that the students often came on the trip more than one year, so traditions like that were passed year to year by the returning students.

Honoré guided the scuba dive which lasted ninety minutes. Misty assumed she and Corin would make love while they were alone. They took off their swimsuits and Corin put one of the mats they’d used before out on the spar deck. But they didn't make it past kissing and a little playing with each other. They were so tired. Soon both were asleep.

They were awakened only after the guests were not only on board, but up on deck with them. While the divers were back in what they had been wearing before the dive, they clearly saw that Misty and Corin were naked. And none of them missed Corin’s erection before they scrambled into their suits. It was logical for them to assume Misty and Corin had been having sex. One of the women said, “It brings back memories from when I met Dan on this ship three years ago.”

One of the other women asked for clarification. The first woman smiled before saying, “The first time Dan and I made love was on this ship. We’d been flirting at school, but neither of us had made a move until we were here. The first few times we were on a mattress between the guns down below, but the last night, several couples stayed up here. We just didn’t care that the others could see us, all of the couples, including Dan and I, made love on and off all night. There is something about being on this ship out here in the ocean that is very romantic. I know of two other couples who got together on this ship who are now married.”

Misty could feel the emotion in her story. For the first time, she considered that Honoré had created a space where romantic magic could happen quite naturally. The night of open lovemaking that she and her mother had enjoyed was no anomaly. It had been facilitated by the same factors that the woman and her husband had experienced several years before.  And as the woman had said, that magic helped her and her boyfriend overcome inhibitions that normally get in the way. She looked around the deck and it was easy to imagine three or four college couples blissfully unconcerned that their lovemaking under the stars was at least partially visible to everyone on deck. Yet, Corin had left that out of his story about the first girl he'd bedded on board the La Étole de Québec.

On the sail to the dive Misty had shot a number of casual photos of the charter group, but she thought she’d make another offer. Once the passengers were all settled for the sail back, and they were underway, Misty approached Sharon and said, “I don’t think I’d mentioned it earlier, but two days ago I did a whole afternoon of glamour nudes here on the ship, both as a photographer and as a model. If you or your friends would be interested in some glamour shots, I could do it easily since I’ve shot here before.”

Sharon’s husband laughed and said, “She’s been trying to decide if she could ask you to do that very thing.”

Then Sharon said, “I’m not sure if the others will, but I would love to.

And it was obvious from the start that Sharon did love posing topless in front of her friends. Rather than their presence inhibiting her, they seemed to spur her on. From the comments Misty heard, no one in the group was surprised at Sharon’s behavior. Evidently, they all knew that she liked attention and loved to perform. For Misty, it made shooting her more enjoyable and easier.

True to her promise, Misty worked fast and was able to rapidly move from location to location. Initially, it was just Sharon, but about halfway through, the other woman who’d taken the dive in the nude (and was still topless) joined her.  So, Misty shot a couple of dozen photos of them together. About ten minutes in, it was the other woman’s husband who said, “I think they need to take their bottoms back off too.”

Sharon must have already been thinking about it, because she immediately said, “Only if Misty does too and joins us. Someone else can take the pictures.” Misty had no problem taking off her bottoms, but Sharon’s friend did. For about fifteen minutes, Corin shot Misty and Sharon in the same places he’d shot Misty and Bonnie two days before. The spectators were very vocal about how much they enjoyed watching the nude photo shoot. When they were done Sharon thanked Misty and her husband handed her a $100 bill. That was not expected, but she wasn’t going to say no. She promised to have the photos emailed within a week.

Once her camera was put away, Misty cornered Corin up on the foredeck and said, “Now it’s time for you to tell the rest of the story about you and the hot student. From what Sharon says you weren’t the only one getting laid. Do you want to explain about students having sex between the guns and up on the spar deck?”

Corin calmly explained, “As a rule, we don’t share that kind of information because for that research cruise, it is very much a “what happens onboard ship, stays onboard ship” kind of thing. Though I’m pretty sure that back at their school, those who are returning students share stories with those who are thinking about signing up to come with us.”

“I would think so. So, it’s a sex and research cruise.” Misty said half accusingly.

“No,” Corin answered. “However, there are some other traditions on that annual cruise that I just didn’t mention to you before. First, in the literature we put out for potential sign-ons, we spell out clearly that the living quarters are just like they would have been on a ship of the era. All the students sleep in hammocks hung over the guns. While as you know, we do have two small heads, there really isn’t anywhere for the students to change since those two heads are used by twenty students and two professors. We let them know that they cannot expect privacy on this trip and they need to consider if that is something they can deal with. It's not as bad as it sounds because pretty much every year, two-thirds of the students are female. Additionally, we turn out the lights on the gun deck at 11:00 PM, so there is privacy of darkness for those who don’t want to be seen changing.”

“As part of their historical introduction to life on the ship, we always tell them about how sailors met with wives and prostitutes between the guns, under a tarp. The returning students know where the mattresses are stored, and every year by the second or third night, one or two of them magically appear between the guns, and a sheet is draped over them. By the end of the cruise, sometimes all six mattresses are pulled out at night, and put away every morning, not just for sex, but so that couples can sleep together. Two people can’t really sleep in one of our hammocks. Of course, the two sponsoring professors know what is going on but they pretend not to know. The same two come every year and stay in my cabin in the focsal while I bunk in Honoré’s cabin. Since, for that cruise, we use the students as deckhands, it’s just me and Honoré working the ship. But those two professors have their own open secret. They are both married, to other people, but on board it's hard to hide that they are having sex in my cabin. I think it's their once-a-year thing, but I can’t be sure since nobody openly talks about it.”

Misty again thought about how there was something about the atmosphere on the ship that engenders romance and loosens social sexual conventions.

Corin went on, “We keep condoms in one of the cabinets and we directly tell the students where they are kept in case they are needed. We go through a lot of them every year.”

Misty asked, “And what about sex up on the spar deck?”  

“As you know it is really nice up here most nights. By bringing a sheet up from below, it is a nice place to sleep. There are eight of those camping pads in the barrel and students are told they may sleep on deck if they choose. Most of the time there is one student per pad, but the last night, it is again traditional, that pairs of pads are pulled together and couples have sex up here in the starlight, usually without hiding under a sheet. That is what she was talking about.”

It all made sense to Misty. After all, she made love on deck the other night, and she expected that she would do so again as soon as the passengers depart.  When the ship came back into the bay a little more than an hour later, she and Corin did do what they’d not had the energy to do before. They went right into a round of hot sweaty sex under the late afternoon sun. That was followed by a second round of soft loving passion. There was just something about making love out on the spar deck with the wide ocean all around.

Honoré was on and off the deck while they went at it, but for over an hour he didn’t seem to even notice them. She was surprised when they took a water break, he offered to use her camera to take photos of them making love. He said he and Corin had talked about how she’d wanted photos like that the other day and he’d changed his mind and decided it was OK. By taking the photos himself, he could use angles that did not clearly show Corin’s face. Even more surprisingly, Corin said he would sign a release to let her use the pictures Honoré took on her new site. Misty was thrilled, both for more site content and for the opportunity to better preserve the memories. Right off, she decided that one would go in the photobook for this trip. After all, the other two books had lots of sex photos.

As she knew it would be, sex for the camera was not making love. It was mostly another opportunity for Misty to compose photos, even though she wasn’t actually doing the shooting. Apparently, Honoré had expected to be directed by her. She led Corin rapidly from position to position, keeping in mind how it would look to the lens. Even when she had his erection in her mouth, it was in the position that would afford the best lighting and composition.

Her mom had shown her a photo from her last road trip where the wife had shot an image of her smiling right at the camera while her husband screwed her. She liked the juxtaposition of the happy casual photo with the sex. And in the last set of her photoshoot, Borris had set up several shots that seemed a combination of smiling posed shots with clearly sexual content, like when she’d looked right at the camera smiling while Tetiana sucked her nipple. With those shots in mind, Misty composed several where she looked right at the camera smiling while showing clearly that Corin’s erection was in her. She wasn’t sure the photos would work, but it was worth giving it a try.

It was dusk when Misty and Corin took the dinghy ashore. After they’d had a wonderful dinner, they took a cab to Happy Bay Beach on the north-west shore for a moonlight swim and a final session of lovemaking under the stars. He invited her to spend the night with him again, but she knew her parents wanted to spend their last day on the island as a family. At nearly midnight she found herself in a cab, headed back to the villa. Her head was swimming with all the things that had happened over the last few days.

In her bed, she found Lamar and Emily asleep. She wasn’t about to sleep on the couch, and she had not brought anything resembling nightwear. She’d been sleeping in the nude for years and she wasn’t about to change her habits for Emily. It was a king-sized bed, so there was room for three. She just made sure she got in so that Emily was between her and Lamar.