Taboo Times Ten(18)

“Excellent,” was what I said. “Perfect.”

Because something I'd said earlier, just throwing it out there, was suddenly all I could think of.

It was a simple term I remembered hearing in one class or another, or on the Internet, or from somewhere, but it suddenly made perfect sense to me, the motto for all time, and the rule that was more important than the other rules we'd ever put together for our start-up little club.

Rule number three for Sex Club: the more the merrier.

We were on our way, all right.





Daddy's Best Friends





R.W. Finch



I'm not really a tomboy, but I've always loved fishing. Especially up at our cottage on Clear Lake. My mom hated the place, so mostly it was my dad and me and his friends, Jack and Ray, who'd go up.

I loved it.

I only had two more weeks of the 5th-grade before summer and we all headed up for the weekend on Friday afternoon. As soon as we'd unpacked, though, my father got an emergency call and had to go right back to his office. This happened about once a week at his company, always some kind of urgent problem that apparently only my father could fix.

“Amber, do you want to ride back with me or stay fishing with Jack and Ray?” my dad asked. I loved my dad, but there was no way I was leaving. “If you stay,” he went on, “I'll come back on Sunday morning so I can get some fishing in before we all have to head back.”

“You know I'm staying,” I laughed. “Jack and Ray can protect me from any wild animals.”

At 11-years old, I was only 4'10” and 89 skinny pounds, and it was unlikely there was anything outside bigger than a raccoon to be scared of, but being protected by my dad's two best friends sounded like a great idea to me.

In truth, I had a giant crush on both of them.

“I'll be fine,” I said.

“Right,” my dad nodded. And to them, he said, half-kidding, “Just don't let her drink any more beer.”

Ray had given me several sips of his beer a few weeks earlier and none of us had heard the end of it yet. I didn't even like the taste, to be honest, but it'd made my head spin in an oddly fun way.

Anyway, I knew my dad was just being my dad, looking out for me like that.

“Daddy, I'll stick with cranberry juice,” I promised.

He just gave me a look.

Like I said, I'd always had a schoolgirl's crush on Jack and Ray and I flirted like crazy with both of them, mostly right out in the open, which my father always took for youthful playfulness.

Of course, he was wrong-I was a lot more mature, sexually, than he imagined, and would willingly have made out with either one of his friends.

I masturbated every night thinking about one or the other doing the filthiest things to me, at least doing whatever I could imagine at that young age. Or sometimes I fantasized about both of them, like in the sex videos my girlfriends and I'd sneak looks at on the Internet.

Jack and Ray taking turns on me, I mean.

So that's where my little head was at.

“Okay,” my dad finally nodded, heading out the door. “You guys take good care of my little princess…”

“Got it,” Jack waved. “You'll get her back in one piece.”

Ray waved too, but he was already disappearing through the kitchen doorway for another beer. He was always in the mood for another beer. Yet he never seemed at all drunk.

Of course, maybe I'd just never seen him sober, so couldn't tell.

I was in skimpy cotton shorts and a little halter top with no bra, having no real boobs to be hiding, anyway. And I kept flirting like crazy, all the rest of Friday afternoon, both out on the lake in our pontoon boat and back on shore.

My shorts were not only skimpy, they were those little clingy ones, the kind with a seam up the middle that separated the cheeks of a girl's butt. And I made certain to show myself to best advantage. Especially on the pontoon boat, where I did a lot of bending over and stretching for things like the tackle box or the bait.

I guess I was practicing my emerging feminine wiles. And measuring my own sexual charms at the same time.

“Were you staring at my butt?” I accused Jack at one point, straightening with a wriggling worm in my hand. I didn't have any real breasts yet, but I knew my clingy shorts showed off my firmly rounded little ass to perfection. “Or just trying to see up my shorts?”

“You're insane,” Jack laughed. “Little girl, that worm you're holding has a better butt than you do.”

I gave him a pouty look.

“That's because you haven't seen it up close,” I told him. “Or with my shorts off.”

Ray looked over at that, then just shook his head.

“Keep fishing,” Jack told me, looking away. But I could tell he was smiling. “Your father doesn't want us looking at your butt, anyway.”