[Fiction] My Crazy Life: High School Field Trip

[Duckers]

As we waited for Mrs. D to work her way through the group sales ticket line, it continued to sprinkle, which caused everyone to grumble about the weather. The ticket sales lines were extremely short today, which was probably because of the weather. It was still before 10a.m., but I could see people passing through the entrance gates. I guess they went ahead and let people in this close to opening time.

Our group was just mulling around, and no one really looked all that thrilled to be there. Tommy's forehead was pink from scrubbing, but “BAAAD BOY” was still visible. Now he was trying to brush his hair down to cover it. Someone had asked one of the workers who was changing bags in trashcans about the weather forecast, and he said that it was supposed to be like this for most of the day. Everyone groaned.

Dana was leaning against me lightly, and I could tell that she had her bra back on. She had a small bottle of sunscreen out and was applying it to her face. When she offered the bottle to me, I shrugged and squirted some out. Maybe being optimistic would help chase the rain away. While I was rubbing in the sunscreen, I noticed Kathy and her guy off to the side. She was all smiles again, wearing what I would call her “cheerleader face”. I was glad to note that her shorts appeared to be dry also. As far as I knew, everyone managed to get to a rest room in time. If the park had been another five miles away, there would have been major trouble.

Mrs. D and Mr. Thompson came walking back to us counting the tickets. I hadn't realized that he had been over there with him. Once they were satisfied that there were enough tickets for everyone, they started passing out the tickets. Jenny Thompson was holding a large envelope, which I assume had the extra money in.

Once they were finished with the tickets, Mrs. Davis laid down a few rules. We had to meet at 2pm near the observation tower, which was more or less in the central hub of the park. After that, we were free until everyone found their way back to the buses. The park was scheduled to close at 10pm that night. One of the chaperones would end up near the observation tower at the top of each hour, which luckily didn't include me, in case someone ran into a problem. “The lady in the ticket booth said that the rain was supposed to blow over shortly.” Everyone cheered at that. Her forecast was better than the garbage guy's at least. “And it turns out that everyone will get an extra $30 in spending money, so be sure to thank Mr. Kirk.” More cheering.

The money was passed out, and we headed to the gate. Dana and I were towards the front of the group, so we were also one of the first to enter. Straight ahead there was a huge fountain which the observation deck rose from the middle of. The fountain was at least a three hundred feet long and one hundred feet wide. On either side of the fountain there was a walkway with rows of shops.

“Want to see if the shops are open. I promised myself a hat.” I offered Dana my hand.

“Okay,” She took my hand and we went walking up the left side.

Yep, the shops were open, so we entered one of the larger stores on that side. The selection of hats was pretty craptastic though. Dana went to look at the shirts, and I could tell by looking that the selection of shirts dwarfed the selection of hats.

After a few minutes, I decided to check another shop. There was a girl about my age straightening up some of the merchandise nearby. “Excuse me, I'm trying to find a hat. Do any of the other stores have a different selection?”

“Yes, the gift shops near each coaster has hats specifically for that coaster. But if you continue up the street, there's a store that only sells hats.”

I thanked her and told Dana. She had found a shirt that she liked, but she didn't want to carry it around all day. So we agreed to come back this evening.

The shops had awnings on the front of them which meant that there was a dry path to walk. We passed a candy shop, a toy shop, and a place that would sell pizza later in the day. And there was the hat shop.

“Wow!”

“Do you think you can find a hat in here?” Dana appeared to be as amazed as I was.

“I hope so.” For a store that sold hats, it was pretty big. There were animal-shaped hats, hats bearing the logo of the park or the different rides, funny hats, formal hats with flowers, souvenir batting helmets made from hard plastic, and baseball caps with the logo for various basketball teams. When I saw that they had a few for the basketball team that matched my t-shirt, I made a bee-line straight to them.

I don't think that I took very long to make my choice, but Dana kept bringing goofy hats to stick on my head. She thought I should get a Cat-in-the-Hat hat, which I'll admit was funny. It was much better than the flowered hat she stuck on me first. I finally decided on a black hat with the same basketball logo that my shirt was sporting. I paid for the hat, and it managed to eat up almost half of my extra money.

Back outside, I took the receipt out of the bag and put it in my pocket. There was probably no need to keep it, but I was paranoid about being accused of stealing things. Not sure why since I don't think I have ever knowing shoplifted something in my life. After I had removed the tags, I began the hat-fitting ritual.

Dana quickly became amused with how much I fiddled with that hat. First I had adjusted the band until it fit right, then I started working on the bill. Most hats have a bill that's pretty flat, so I worked on rounding it. I'd like to say that there's some logical reasoning behind why you curve the bill of a hat, but it boils down to the fact that a flat bill looks totally shitty. If you like flat bills, that's your choice. But your hat looks shitty. Sorry.

Now that I had my hat fixed, we decided to ride the elevator up in the observation tower. I had been up there once, but it had been years before, which meant that I didn't really remember it. Like I mentioned before, the observation sat out in the middle of the fountain, and it was modeled to look like Seattle's Space Needle. We crossed out on the walkway leading over to the tower and waited in line briefly. There were two elevators, and we boarded the second one that arrived.

Unfortunately, the elevator wasn't empty. During the brief wait out in the rain, I had entertained ideas of cornering Dana in an empty elevator car. Heck, the car even had an attendant, who recited information about the tower, the park, and a few of the more famous rides. He also fielded a couple questions, and I was tempted to ask him how many times he had to recite all that per day.

As soon as the doors opened at the top, the wind hit us. I adjusted my cap again to make sure that it didn't blow away. It wouldn't have gotten far because the entire deck was enclosed in bars. We spent a few minutes just admiring the view, then I started pointing out some of the major attractions. From this height, you could see how different paths radiated out from the tower to different parts of the park. It looked like the spokes on a bicycle wheel.

The inside of the knock-off Needle looked like it had been freshly painted, which had probably be done in the off-season. Given how early in the season this trip was, it wasn't surprising that the paint still looked fresh. By the end of the summer I'm sure the paint would have started looking worn. Not to mention that there would have been initials carved into the walls.

One of those pay-per-view telescopes became vacant, and I deposited a quarter in it. (I think those damned things cost seventy-five cents now. The next time I go they'll probably have a place to swipe your credit card.) Dana used it to take a closer look at some of the rides I had pointed out. After a few minutes, Dana let me have a turn. Instead of looking at the rides, I looked at people walking around in the park. It was after 10 now, so the park was officially open. People didn't appear to be on many of the rides yet, but that might be the weather's fault. Then I saw Jimmy, Angel, Horse Dick, and their group. Uggg! Just my luck. The telescope went black.

I heard the elevator doors close behind us, and I turned around to discover that we were alone on this side of the tower. What the hell? I stepped over to Dana and pulled her around to face me. She looked shocked, then I kissed her. When we parted, she didn't look shocked anymore. She pressed herself up against me and kissed me back. Once the elevator came back, there were too many people around, so we rode it down.

Back outside, it seemed to be raining a little harder, but the wind wasn't as noticeable down here.

“What should we ride?” Dana asked. We were holding hands as we strolled away from the tower.

“How about the Haunted House? It's indoors, and it's dark on the ride....” She understood.

The Haunted House was on the border of the kiddie area, which I never understood. The ride wasn't very scary, but a kid would probably think differently. We passed a few groups of people wearing orange ponchos emblazoned with the park's logo. Personally, I didn't think it was raining hard enough to warrant those, but some people think they are going to melt at the least little bit of rain.

The entrance to the ride was made too look like you were entering through the cellar. We had just stepped in out of the rain when we ran into the line.

“I guess everyone wanted to get out of the rain. Do you want to wait or try something else?”

Dana was standing in front of me, and she rubbed up against me slightly. “This is fine.”

That line was really long, but I didn't mind so much. I don't think Dana did either. We kept brushing up against each other or making contact the whole time and suddenly we were at the head of the line. The ride's cars could seat three people (maybe four if you were very friendly) with a back that raised up to give the riders privacy.

We sat on the bench with a bit of space between us. An attendant dressed in black gothic robes checked that the restraint bar was in place, then we slowly began moving away from the loading platform. Once we passed into the darkness of the ride, we were all over each other. Other than cackling and screams and some pipe organ music, I didn't remember any of that ride. Except for Dana.

If there were cameras keeping an eye on the ride, they probably got a nice show. We were kissing and groping each other. My hands were up her shirt and inside her bra, and she had her hand down the front of my shorts. After a few moments, her tank top and bra were pulled up exposing her breasts for all the robotic creeps to see. Something made an eerie leering laugh, which briefly stole our attention. By the time our car had moved past that scene, I had one of Dana's nipples in my mouth, and I was sucking on it furiously. Her hardened nipple danced along my tongue.

Dana used her off-hand to trap me against her breast, and I happily obliged by sucking more of her breast into my mouth. Her other hand deftly unzipped my shorts, popped the button, and was wrapped around my throbbing erection stroking it. From the amount of cool air that I could feel, there were some ghouls getting a good look at all of Duck's dick. The thought of some ghoulish gal detaching herself from the scenery to come join the fun almost made me chuckle.

When an animated ghoul told us to be sure to visit again, we parted reluctantly. By the time we reached the end of the ride, we had fixed our clothes and our hair. The attendant that opened the restraining bar smirked as she asked if we had a good ride. I guess we were still a bit flushed from making out. Hopefully, she couldn't tell that I had an erection under my baggy shirt. It was starting to fade, but not quickly enough. Damn, if the ride had been a few minutes longer, I might have made some robots blush.

When we rounded the corner and exited the ride, we were greeted with a glorious sight. The rain had stopped and the sun was peeking through the clouds. Suddenly, I felt like a little kid and all thoughts of what Dana and I had been doing on the ride were just fading memories. I looked at my watch and discovered we had been in there for over thirty minutes.

With huge, child-like grins, we rushed away to find a rollercoaster.

[Lovesfundares]

moreeee amazing!!!!!!!!

[Duckers]

I could bore you with the details of every ride we rode that day, but I'll just try to hit the highlights. No promises though because if you have stuck with me this far then you are probably accustomed to the way I ramble on.

We started off with a smaller wooden coaster, just to warm up on. The line was so short that we rode it twice with barely a wait. I probably could have gotten away with leaving my hat on as normal, but I turned it around backwards. That's one of my habits.

Next we headed over into the pioneer area. We bypassed the log flume and the raft rides for now. After the drizzle earlier, neither of us felt any urge to get wet just yet. Instead we went straight for the park's signature ride. It was a huge wooden coaster called the Wild Wolf. The line there was understandable long, but it was moving fairly quickly, and I noticed that there were at least four trains running on the tracks. There may have been more; it was a long, long ride with tons of track hidden by the treeline. I chose the back of the coaster.

Have you ever noticed how you get a different ride experience from different parts of the coaster? If you go with the front, you are halfway down the first drop before the train hits full speed. If you go with the middle, you go over the hill and hit full speed almost immediately. If however you stick with the back, you get whipped over top of the first hill. That's what I liked back then.

Once we got into the car, Dana started to look pale. Uh oh! The first big coaster that I rode at any park always made me a bit nervous, but not that bad. “So, Dana... what's been your favorite part of the trip so far?”

“Uhh...” She didn't even look at me. As we rolled out of the station, her knuckles were turning white against the restraints.

“Mine was making it to the bathroom without exploding.”

No reply.

“Yep, I can't remember anything else about the trip other than how glad I was to be in that bathroom.” The cars dipped slightly then turned towards the lift hill.

“What?” She was finally starting to pay attention to me.

“You know, the bathroom. Relief.” I mimicked how my face had probably looked while standing at the urinal.

She tried to glare at me. “That was your favorite part?”

“Sure. Was there something you liked better?”

“What about before breakfast?”

“You mean that stuff with you and me? Meh, it was okay.”

She managed to pry her fingers off the restraint and punch me in the chest. There wasn't any force behind it, but her face was starting to regain some of its color. Too much color actually. I hope I didn't end up making her too mad.

“What are we going to do on the ride back?” We started up the lift hill.

“How about sit in separate seats?” She arched an eyebrow at me, which seemed to ask how I liked that.

“Okay, but that might make it hard to do anything fun.”

“That's the point, Buster.”

We were over halfway up the hill. “You mean that you'd rather sit alone on the way back?”

“What do you think?”

“Well, it might be nice to actually get some sleep.”

She snorted. “Our date doesn't end until we get home, you know.”

“Really?” Almost to the top.

“That's how it should work.”

“Okay, I'll agree with you there.” The front of the train was starting to go over the hill. “Hey Dana?”

“Yes?”

“Don't forget to yell.”

“Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” I think she was about to ask, “What?” but it got lost in there somewhere. We shot over the hill, thundering down. The wooden coaster rumbled and rattled, climbed and dove, hammered us into the seat and made us weightless across the top of some of the smaller hills.

I glanced over at Dana and she was grinning. I placed my hand over hers, and she immediately let go of the restraint and held my hand. I went back to enjoying the ride.

A few minutes later, we were pulling into the station. I was holding my hat in my other hand, and stuck it back on my head. It would have vanished on the first hill otherwise.

“You did it again, Kirk.” She sounded a bit breathless, but coasters are good at getting your heart pumping.

I grinned at her. “You looked like you needed distracting.”

“Thank you.” Once we were off the ride, she pulled me aside and thanked me a bit more thoroughly.

As far as I can remember, we rode a couple of smaller thrill rides next. They were on the way to one of the newest steel coasters, the Iron Maiden. The logo for that ride was a silhouette of the tracks behind a rendition of the medieval torture device of the same name. Personally, I would have preferred seeing the mascot for the band of the same name riding the coaster or something similar. I'm sure there were plenty of licensing issues there though.

I didn't really want to ride the smaller thrill rides yet, but (as I mentioned) they were on the way, and the lines were non-existent. That and Dana had hauled me toward them. To be fair, I like those types of rides too, but I like to get in a few big coasters first thing. It's my ritual that I inherited from my father. I usually do the thrill rides like these later after lunch. So we rode the scrambler, the octopus, and the swings. The scrambler is particularly fun to ride with a date because it keeps bumping you into each other. After that short but enjoyable detour, we made it to the entrance to the Iron Maiden.

“Dad brought us here a couple years ago when this coaster opened, and I remember standing in line for hours to ride it.”

“I don't think we'll have that problem today,” Dana remarked. And she was right. We walked straight into the ride. Most of the queue line was blocked off so we were able to bypass it. We ended up in a short line right before you got to pick which part of the coaster you wanted to ride in. Right in front of us was Carter and his girlfriend, Sandy. I knew there were a few more football players on the trip, but they were no where to be seen.

Carter was cool by me, but I can't say the same for the rest of the football players. He was the team's best receiver this year and would become the quarterback next year. He was super-popular, but it never seemed to go to his head. Sandy would be Homecoming Queen (largely due to his popularity, but she was a sweet girl in her own right), they would be Prom King and Queen, he had some success playing football at the college they both end up attending, and then they end up happily married afterwords. I think he's getting into politics now, and I don't doubt that he'll win whatever office he runs for.

We made some small talk while we waited. Dana chatted with Sandy as though they had known each other for years, which come to think of it they might have. Carter wanted to know when and where Dave and I would be playing basketball over the summer, and I told him that I'd call him for some pick-up games. I liked playing against Carter because his natural athleticism demanded that I push myself to keep up with him.

At one point, he leaned over and told me, “Dana's a great girl. You two look good together.”

“Thanks, man.” Carter hadn't seemed surprised at all to see the two of us together, but Dana and I were sure surprised as hell that we were together.

The line for the back car was too long, so we took the car in front of it. Carter and Sandy sat in front of us. While we waited for the attendants to come by and check our restraints, I gave Dana some last minute advice. “When we hit the first loop-to-loop, look up first. In the second one, look off to your left at the space needle.”

“What about the third one?” Carter asked. I hadn't realized that he was listening.

“Try not to puke.” Everyone chuckled, including the attendant who had been checking our restraints. They probably thought that I was kidding, but the coaster took the third loop a lot faster. It didn't bother me, but I've seen plenty of people cruise back into the station looking more than a little green.

The coaster rolled out of the station and started to climb the massive first hill. Dana was doing better this time. She looked a bit nervous, but nothing like before. When she saw me looking at her, she shot me a sheepish grin. From in front of us, Sandy was saying something about the hill being huge, which made me chuckle.

We topped the hill and slowly started picking up speed. The first hill on Iron Maiden wasn't like most coasters, instead of going up and straight back down, it made a turn to the left where it picked up speed. When you finally did go down the hill, the whole coaster was already moving wickedly fast. The drop was sudden and steep, and I found myself staring out into empty space until you saw the ground far below. I didn't hold Dana's hand this time; I had them thrown up into the air. “Wa-hoooooooooo!” I yelled down the length of the hill.

Dana held tightly to the restraints, and I didn't blame her. I had done the same thing the first couple of times I had ridden it.

We went from floating an inch or so out of the seat, held only by the restraints, to being driven down into the seats as the coaster raced up into the first loop. Following my own instructions, I looked up during the loop. From the back of the coaster, you could see the rest of the train arching over our heads. With a little effort, I could see one of the riders in the front looking up at me. We shot each other huge, shit-eating grins.

Dana gasped, “Wow!” And I heard Carter add, “Wicked!” Sandy didn't say anything that I could hear, and as we dove back out of the loop it looked like she had her eyes tightly shut.

Next we flew through a series of climbs and dives then sped into the next loop. I was already looking off at the Little Needle before we started up the loop. The steel coaster's track was so smooth that it made you think that you were sitting still while the Needle spun end over end. I loved the effect, which could also be repeated with the loops on a few other coasters in the park.

Apparently, my love for it wasn't appreciated by everyone. Dana shouted that it was amazing, and Carter barked a laugh of genuine enjoyment. Sandy, however, hadn't kept her eyes shut this time, and she ended up shouting, “Fuck!” Which drew Carter to exclaim, “Sandy!?!”

We spun through a corkscrew, shot up another small hill, and came rocketing back down for the last loop. I have no fucking clue why this section of the coaster was so fast. It didn't feel like any artificial means were used to boost the ride's speed, but maybe the ride employed brakes before the earlier loops and didn't here.

Whatever the case, the ride supposedly topped 70 MPH, and this was the spot where it did it. As we hit the loop, the screams from our fellow riders went from the “Holy Fuck, this is a fun ride!” to “Oh shit, I'm going to die!” As we went up the loop, we were driven hard into the seat. By the top of the loop, its shape kept us upside down long enough that everyone started to fall out of their seat for maybe a half second. That was followed by the downward side and being thrown back into the seat again. The ride made a hard right then left, shedding some of its speed, then the brakes caught hard throwing everyone forward into the restraints.

We waited there for a few moments perhaps eighty feet out of the station for the other train to finish loading. Everyone was laughing and talking about what an amazing ride that had been. Everyone except Sandy. She looked a bit green around the gills. When Carter noticed, he shifted into sympathetic boyfriend mode. After we had exited the ride, Dana and I followed Carter and Sandy down the exit ramp. I could tell that her knees were shaking, and she still looked like she might throw up at any moment. I had seen a bunch of disturbing things that morning, but I didn't want to add the contents of Sandy's stomach to that list.

“Let me sit for a few minutes, and I think I'll be okay.” Sandy wobbled over to an empty bench, and Dana sat down with her. Carter started to sit down on her other side, but she waved him away.

With a shrug, he pointed towards a couple games nearby. “How's your throwing arm?”

“Probably not as good as yours,” I admitted, but I followed him across the pathway to the games. The first one was a baseball throw with a speed gun. You made a throw, saw what your speed was, guessed at what your second throw's speed would be, and then tried to match it within a few MPH.

Carter went first. He lobbed the ball into the backstop which was made to look like a catcher at what the gun said was 49 MPH. The throw had been fairly leisurely for him, and I'm sure he could have thrown it way, way harder. The guy running the game passed him another ball. Carter bounced the ball in his hand a few times as if weighing it then lobbed in his second pitch, which clocked in at 51. Good enough for a prize, which turned out to be one of those hard plastic baseball caps. I guess he had been going for consistency.

I wasn't interested in winning one of those hats. I had a couple at home on a shelf, and they only ended up collecting dust. Instead I wanted to see how fast I could throw. Basketball was my true love in the world of sports, but I had played baseball for a number of years during the summer. I gave it up when the pitchers' arms started developing, which made everyone's batting averages fall through the floor. So, I took a ball from the guy, shook my right arm out a little, and dropped into a pitching stance. My throw beaned the fake catcher right in the facemask, and the gun reported 64 MPH.

“Not bad,” Carter said. “Were you ever a pitcher?”

“Nah, first and third base mostly, but everyone on the team took some pitches now and again.”

Carter nodded. I'm sure he could out-pitch me if he wanted to.

The guy handed me another ball, and I guessed 66 MPH. I flipped my stance around and shook out my left arm. The attendant gave me a curious look, and Carter just grinned. Most people, especially the athletes at school, knew that I was ambidextrous. I wound up, and let it fly. The ball hit the catcher's glove off-center, but it might have been a strike. The readout on the gun proclaimed 71 MPH. Wow, I hadn't expected that. No prize for me.

The girls had come up behind us. Sandy's color looked better, but she said that she wanted to take it easy for a bit. Dana had that look on her face that I had seen on my father's face numerous times. And no, it wasn't anything sexual dammit! Get your mind out of the gutter. That look said that Dana had just become a coaster junkie and that she needed another fix.

“Ever ridden an indoor coaster?” I asked as we parted from Carter and Sandy. Carter placed the helmet on Sandy's head, and it actually looked cute on her. Maybe I should have won one after all.

“No.”

“Well, today is your lucky day.”

“It has been so far.” She took my hand as we walked towards Warehouse Inferno.

[Duckers]

The lines continued to be short, and we tore through three more coasters in rapid succession. After the indoor coaster, we hit a wooden coaster that was running with the riders facing backwards and then another steel coaster called the Whirling Dervish. The logo for the Dervish looked like the Tasmanian Devil spinning, which I'm sure would have been an instant lawsuit these days.

We had time for one more, assuming its line was as short as the others had been, before we needed to meet Mrs. Davis and the rest of the group by the tower. We hurried over to the jungle themed section and hopped in line for the Python, which was a coaster that you rode standing. There was a padded bicycle type seat there for support. Passing through the empty queue line, we finally caught up to the short line for the ride.

I turned and pinned Dana against the rail, kissing her deeply. We were both hot and sweaty, but neither of us seemed to care. The rain from the morning seemed to have created a sauna effect as the day continued to heat up.

“Hey, Fuckers,” someone said from ahead of us.

I broke off the kiss to see who it was. Fuck! Standing right in front of us was Jimmy and Angel, but they weren't the reason that I was swearing to myself. In front of them stood Horse Dick and his girlfriend. She was rubbing his dick through his jeans, which was making a freakish bulge. He had been the one who had said something.

Jimmy gave Horse Dick a glare that communicated a lot of information to him, but most of it was along the lines of “Shut the fuck up.”

“How's it going, guys?” That was meant solely for Jimmy and Angel. I made a point to not include Horse Dick, his girlfriend, or his monstrous bulge.

They had been having a good time since the rain quit, and Dana surprised me yet again by being friendly with Angel. I did catch her sneaking glances at both Horse Dick (can't blame her there yet again) and Angel (which was very odd). I guess she was remembering how Angel had looked this morning or something. Neither of them seemed to think that it was odd to see Dana and me together, or if they did they kept it to themselves. I certainly didn't give a rat's ass about what Horse Dick thought about the topic.

Jimmy and I passed the brief wait talking about cars, and Dana and Angel chatted pleasantly about this and that. I was glad to see that H.D.'s girlfriend had stopped rubbing him and that his pants had started to look normal again. Now that the blood had returned to its normal circulation, he was looking a bit concerned about the coaster. We were close enough to see people being loaded and how the attendants had to slide the restraints up or down to compensate for people of differing heights. As I mentioned earlier, Horse Dick was thin but really tall.

“Think I'll fit on the ride?” He asked Jimmy who shrugged. Did he mean his height or was he planning to ride with his dick hanging out? Height-wise, sure. Dick-wise, probably not.

After losing the battle with my natural urge to be helpful, I sighed. “Yeah, I've seen them adjust it up for someone even taller than you.” Dana pressed up against me. Was she rewarding me for being pleasant to H.D.?

He was looking relieved, but then I added, “Just be sure that you don't let them over-extend it.”

“Huh?”

“Last year, I saw a guy who had the seat adjusted up so he could sit on it, and his feet barely touched the floor. You could hear him screaming all through the ride, and when he got back, they had to roll him out on a stretcher.” Horse Dick looked confused. When I gestured towards my crotch and made a pained face, he seemed to catch on.

“So, I should make sure they get the height just right?”

Yep, he understood now, although... wait a minute... I managed to keep a straight face. “Yeah, but you want give yourself some room so you don't hurt the family jewels.”

He grimaced. “What should I do?”

“Well, when step in the car, stand with your knees bent. With those baggy jeans, the park people won't be able to tell. Just don't squat so much that your shoulders are in the top of the restraints.” Other than the seat which kept riders from falling down and out of the ride, the restraint system consisted of two padded squares which you stuck your arms through and that would squeeze together and hold you in place.

He watched people ahead of us loading for a bit, then turned and said, “Thanks, man.”

The way things worked out, we all made it on at the same time. Horse Dick and his girlfriend, then Jimmy and Angel, and then me and Dana. Dana's seat didn't need any adjusting, but I had to raise mine up a bit. Jimmy started to bend his knees and have his seat lowered, but I grabbed his attention and shook my head. He glanced back and saw that my legs were relatively straight, which caused him to give me a questioning look. I just grinned at him.

Dana had followed the exchange. “What are you up to?”

I shrugged as much as the restraints allowed me. “Something that didn't require me to use a ball bat on anyone.”

We pulled out of the station and started up the incline. About halfway, Horse Dick called back, “Hey, my knees are starting to burn.”

“Trust me. You'll thank me when the ride is over.” Dumbass, I bet you won't.

Dana was grinning. Jimmy said something, but I couldn't make it out over the clacking of the pull chain. We reached the top of the hill, and the track turned to the right. In this situation, the turn wasn't to help the ride pick up speed. Well, it did pick up some speed, but the turn let the coaster fit into a confined space. Over the drop we shot, going weightless for a moment, and then the track curved back up into the ride's only loop. Given how Horse Dick had been standing, he probably went from hovering off the ride's bicycle seat to slamming down against it. Sure enough, over the normal rider screams, I heard someone groan, “Fuck.”

The loop kept us plastered down against the seat. If you were standing properly, your legs took most of the pressure. Horse Dick's nuts probably got all of his. From there it was back up another hill, then the ride turned you onto your side and spiraled down a sideways loop. That of course meant more pressure driving you down towards the floor. We then swooped up and down over a series of humps.

To me, the humps felt like I was raising up onto my toes lightly. For Horse Dick, I could see his head bobbing up and down, and I could hear him utter some obscenity each time we hit the bottom between one of the humps. Maybe I'm giving him too much credit for coming up with some imaginative cursing. It was more like he said, “Fuck,” each and every time he got slammed down on his nuts. Then we turned and rolled back into the station.

Four of us were buzzing about how we had enjoyed the ride. Horse Dick looked if he could barely stand, and I'm not sure whether it was his knees or his nuts that were bothering him the most. “Your advice was shitty,” he informed me.

“Sorry man, but that other tall dude looked even worse after getting off the ride with it adjusted the other way.”

He mulled that over briefly then nodded. As his girlfriend helped him hobble away from the ride, she shot me a withering glare. Well, at least one of them wasn't a total idiot.

At the exit, there was a small stand (well, a wagon really) which normally sold merchandise for the Python, but it was closed. Not sure if it was closed for the day or if it was just closed temporarily. Doesn't really matter I guess. It was closed, and I'll leave it at that. The girlfriend pulled Horse Dick past the stand and behind it to where it was secluded. She sat him down on the curb which formed the support for the fence behind the stand.

Dana raised an eyebrow at me, and I gave Jimmy a questioning look.

He shook his head looking disgusted. “Fourth time today.” Angel looked like she wanted to watch whatever was about to happen, but Jimmy tugged her away.

When I looked back, the girlfriend had Horse Dick's huge cock out and was already sucking on it even as it started to become erect. They were fairly hidden where they were, unless you knew that they were back there.

“You've gotta be kidding me.” Four blowjobs today already? I'm not sure whose stamina amazed me the most. The girlfriend must have some serious facial muscles.

Blushing furiously, Dana could only stare as Horse Dick's dick kept growing and growing. And here I thought I had pulled one over on Horse Dick. Watching how his girlfriend was making up for his rough ride, I think the joke was on me. Shit! How is this even remotely fair?

“Time to go check in. Maybe we should eat after that.” If I could work up an appetite again, that was. I started walking. “Dana?”

“Huh? What?” She looked like someone waking up from a deep sleep again.

“Are you coming?” I repeated. I'm sure someone would be soon. Maybe they'd get busted first, though whoever busted them would probably just stand there and stare too. Uggg.

I had to take Dana by the hand and give her a tug before she followed me away.

[Duckers]

Mrs. Davis was busy checking people off on the clipboards. How did she get the clipboard from our bus? Oh yeah, I vaguely remember passing my clipboard off to Mr. Thompson before making the mad dash to the rest room. The three bus drivers were standing off to one side drinking coffee, which I hoped wouldn't mean that they would be flashing me like Missy had. A few people were carrying around stuffed animals, including Sandy. I planned on trying to win something for Dana later on. The couple from our bus who I had seen arguing were at it again. If that dude kept this up, he wouldn't be getting any on the ride back tonight. Hell, maybe they liked fighting just so they could make up. I noticed that Tommy also had a new hat, although I could still tell that his forehead looked raw from scrubbing underneath it. Horse Dick and his girlfriend came straggling in, and I wondered if she had almost choked to death this time too.

Mrs. D kept things short and sweet, which made everyone happy. After we were dismissed, Dana and I headed off to eat. And fuck me sideways if Pete and Missy didn't attach themselves to our asses like barnacles to the bottom of a boat. That made for some initial awkwardness, but it eventually smoothed out. Turns out that they hadn't eaten either.

The girls wanted to eat in the Saloon Room, which was a huge food court with rows of tables in the middle and a stage at one end. Pretty much a giant, cowboy-themed, school cafeteria with more (and better) food choices and live performers. Even though the place wasn't all that crowded this far after the normal lunch time, we made the girls hold a table for us. That had been my idea, and it let me pay for Dana's lunch too. I got in line for pizza, and Pete followed along.

“I should kick your ass for that cheap shot earlier,” he told me, “but I thought about it... Dammit Duck, I'm... well, I'm sorry.”

This was a shock. Not that he thought he could kick my ass, which I doubted, but that he was apologizing. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, I shouldn't have acted like an asshole at breakfast.” He looked sufficiently apologetic, which made me uncomfortable. Maybe Pete had a conscience.

“Call us even?”

“Sure. Thanks, Kirk.” He called me Kirk, which made me want to run outside and see if the sky was falling. What a strange day.

The line moved quickly, like the rides had been doing most of the day. I guess the early rain had kept a lot of people away. I waited on Pete to get their order, and we went back to the table together. The seating arrangements had changed since this morning. Pete and Missy were on one side of the table, and Dana and I were on the other. We had both gotten a double slice of pizza, cheese for her and pepperoni for me. A couple of sodas, and we were splitting an order of fries. Pete and Missy had pretty much the same, and I was glad to see that Missy wasn't drinking coffee.

Missy had a tank top on now. It was similar to Dana's, but she didn't wear another shirt over it. One of her bra straps was visible on her shoulder, but she fixed it after a few minutes as though it had been an ongoing battle all day. At first, she kept giving me strange looks, but she eventually settled down and behaved more like the Missy I knew. As long as that didn't happen to Dana, things would be fine.

A bit after we started eating, the show started. It was a combination of country music and '50s classics, which meant that half the show wasn't bad. The music kept us from talking a whole lot, but I didn't mind. I hadn't felt hungry until I started eating. Once I did, I realized that I was famished. Dana seemed to have come to the same conclusion. Everyone made a rest room stop, and then we were back out in the park.

“Where to?” Pete asked.

“How about we get wet?” I suggested.

The girls were for that plan, but Pete didn't seem convinced.

“Come on, it'll let your stomach have time to settle before more coasters.” That argument worked.

We went back to the pioneer area and the log flume ride that we had passed earlier. The line was a bit longer than what the lines had been for the coasters, but it wasn't bad. After getting my stomach filled up, I wasn't in a huge rush. I put my wallet and other stuff into a zip-lock bag. Wet money sucks! Pete, of course, made fun of me, but I ignored him.

As we neared the front of the line, I noticed a huge, burly biker dude who had a hot-looking date with him. I pointed them out to Dana. Pete and Missy had noticed them too. The guy had on cutoff jeans, a gray t-shirt with a skull on it, a black vest with the name of his biker gang, and a skull cap made from a folded up Confederate flag bandana. His gal was wearing Daisy Duke type cutoffs and a skimpy yellow tank top.

I feel like I've described the log flume ride already, but I couldn't find where I had. If I did, forgive me. The log flume had boats which were shaped like hollowed out logs. The logs had a front and a back which a seat at the back of each half. The log could hold six people, but you were more likely to see four at most.. Usually the bigger people rode in the front to make the log come down the drop hill faster and kick up more water. If couples were riding, the guy would usually get in first, and the girl would sit between his legs. That was one of the biggest reasons why I loved the log flume so much. The log had two metal bars that ran down the length of the inside of the boat. Riders could hold onto those. I usually did because the logs didn't have any restraints, and I always felt like I was going to fly out of the log.

When the biker couple made it to their log, he got into the front half of their log first. Once he was seated, she squeezed in between his legs. They didn't bother with filling up the back half of the log, which probably attributed for the way the line was moving so fucking slowly. Pete had been paying rapt attention to the gal too. For that matter, most everyone in the line seemed to be paying attention to the pair of them.

She either held onto the bars or she was holding his legs. I couldn't tell, and it really didn't matter. If she was holding him by the ankles, it really wasn't that scandalous. The guy had his arms up on the outer part of the log, and the teenage girl working the ride told him to keep his arms in the ride. She seemed nervous about telling him, and I can't say that I blamed her. The guy looked a bit embarrassed and apologized to her. Politely, even.

He put his arms into the log, and I figured he was going to grab hold of the bars. Well, that bastard fooled the hell out of me. His hands disappeared into the log, then popped back up. He wrapped his hands around his gal's tits the same way you might hold a can of Pringles. Given my extensive experience with Pringles, the cans aren't that big. The attendant started blushing. My jaw dropped open. Pete's jaw joined mine. I think that was also true of most people in the line. The biker couple didn't notice or seem to care. A half dozen mothers were suddenly covering the eyes of their kids.

I looked over at Dana, and she looked at me. After a moment, she said, “I don't think so.”

She-it! She read my mind, and the thought of holding onto her boobs like that hadn't even fully formed yet.. “Aw, why not?”

She gestured at one of the mom's shielding her kid from seeing. “Oh,” I said, “I guess that's a good reason.”

When our turn to ride came, I stepped into the front half of the log first, and Dana sat down between my legs. I had hoped that she would brush against my crotch, but I was disappointed there. I did squeeze my thighs against her hips, and she rubbed my legs briefly. Damn, but it felt good having her there between my legs like that. I turned my hat around backwards again, doubting that the ride could knock it off completely. Missy and Pete were seated behind us.

“Aw, crap,” Pete muttered.

“What's wrong?” I asked glancing over my shoulder.

“Wet seat.” Pete was trying to hold his ass off of the seat, which looked comical.

I snickered. Our seat hadn't be very wet, but the floorboard certainly was.

The log floated out of the landing and up the hill. That made Dana scoot back into my crotch, which felt good. Then the log bumped on the conveyor belt that was taking us to the top, and she crushed my nuts quite painfully. She leaned back into me, which managed to relieve some of that pressure. All in all, the good feelings were outweighing the bad.

At the top of the hill, the log was released to float along the flume path. The running water caused it to pick up speed. As we banged and zipped along the course, the log would sometimes cause water to splash up onto us. We started throwing our weight into spots where a splash looked likely, which caused the splashes to be that much bigger. Finally, we came to the best part of the ride: the drop. There was an attendant standing in a booth next to the drop, which I assume was there so she could hold our log back in case the one in front of us wasn't clear yet. She didn't say anything, just smiled and waved.

As we came up beside her, Pete spoke up, “Why is there a girl out here in the middle of the... Oh, shiiiiiiiiiit!”

Obviously, Pete hadn't paid a bit of attention to the drop as we were waiting in line because he seemed just a bit surprised. To be fair, the hill does look a lot worse from the top of it than from below. As we splashed down at the bottom, our log threw water out to each side, and it also kicked water up ahead of us. Which of course we ended up running into. Dana and I had ducked forward, missing the worst of it. Pete and Missy weren't quite as lucky.

I took my hat off and shook it. “Ah, refreshing.”

Dana ran her hand over her hair, making sure that it was still in place. She leaned back against me and smiled. Pete, of course, was complaining, and Missy was laughing. We had gotten wet, but not very wet.

After we exited the ride, a quick vote proved that none of us felt ready for a coaster yet. “How about another water ride?” Missy asked. That was fine with the rest of us, so I led the way to the raft ride.

[noname2013]

Keep it up, Duckers! I absolutely love your writing and this story -- even the less sexy parts!

[Duckers]

The raft ride was themed like a jungle exploration down the Amazon River complete with tribal masks. I never understood how the jungle theme fit into the pioneer setting for the rest of the area. For that matter, I'm not sure how accurate the masks and things are for the Amazon. I doubt many people really notice though. In the middle of the summer, there would be a huge line for the raft ride, but I couldn't see a line from the entrance. There might be a line further back because it was a long walk from the entrance to where you loaded the ride. Dana and I passed under the stylized entrance, swinging around the display which showed two explorers sitting in some cannibal's stew pot. The expressions on the explorers was priceless. I was a bit sad that the pot wasn't smoking today. The “pot smoking” gag never failed to make me smile.

“Wait one fucking second,” Pete stood staring at one of the signs by the entrance.

“Problem?” I asked.

“What does this mean, 'Warning: you will get wet!'?” Pete was planted in the middle of the walkway with his fists balled at his sides.

“Just what it says. The log ride said the same thing.” Actually, I think it had read: “You might get wet.” With emphasis on the might. I doubted that Pete had read it though. Why was it so easy to lie to Pete?

Missy, on the other hand, must have. I saw her eyes widen as she caught me telling that lie. She turned to Pete and said, “It did.” She winked at me and added, “We didn't get very wet either, so what are you worried about?” I don't know if she did that just to mess with Pete, or if it had something to do with making up for the prank earlier. Whatever the case was, it was good enough for Pete.

As we walked along beyond the ride's entrance, Dana leaned over and whispered, “You two are terrible to Pete.”

“Sorry, he's an easy target. Why didn't you say something to him?” If she had corrected me about it, I wouldn't have argued with her.

She arched that familiar eyebrow at me. “Why? You two already had him convinced.”

I nodded and walked along for a few steps. When I realized what she had said, I stumbled. As I fell back in step, Dana was laughing into her hand. I expected Pete to make a crack about my clumsiness, but he didn't say anything. Maybe he hadn't noticed.

The sky suddenly darkened, and everyone was looking upward. I half expected to see the giant mothership from “V” floating there, but it was just a puffy little dark cloud. It looked so out of place against a sky that was still partly cloudy but filled with white clouds.

When we made it to the head of the line, we discovered that there wasn't a line. The way that the raft ride was designed, additional rafts can be added to the ride or herded out as needed. Whoever was controlling the ride certainly was paying attention. As we stepped up into the short line, the group at the head of the line was being seated into a raft. One of the attendants came over and led the group ahead of us to the next raft, then it was our turn.

All the attendants were wearing safari style clothing that went so wonderfully well with the pioneer theme. Khaki colored shorts and shirt, bandana, hiking boots, and one of those goofy-ass jungle hats. The guy who led us to our raft could have been related to Pete, but Pete didn't pay any attention to the guy. He was busy glaring at how much water was standing in the bottom of the raft.

The rafts were round with six seats. Between every pair of seats there was a place to step to exit the raft. In the middle, there was a large metal ring. On the upper part, you could hold and on the lower part you could place your feet to keep them out of the water in the bottom of the raft. There was also a large seatbelt which went across each pair of seats. I stepped into the raft first and headed straight for the seat that looked dry.

“I don't think so!” Pete called out behind me. When I turned around, he went on saying, “We had to sit in the wet seat on the log ride. We'll take the dry seat this time.”

I shrugged. “Sure thing, Pete.” From experience, a dry seat on the raft ride meant that someone had been sitting there, and honestly it didn't bother me one bit. I didn't expect to be dry much longer anyway. I made a production out of sitting down, and the look on my face must have satisfied Pete.

Dana sat on my right. Pete was on my left in the next pair of seats over with Missy on his left. That left a pair of empty seats across from us. With most of the weight accounted for by Pete and me, we should end up getting the wettest. That didn't always prove true, but it should make things interesting.

I still had all my stuff sealed away in the waterproof bag, so the only thing that I needed to worry about was my new hat. Sometimes, you get enough water dumped on you during that ride that it could knock your hat off. To be safe, I took it off and held it in my left hand. With my right hand, I took a hold of Dana's hand. Missy smiled at us to see that display of affection, and I found myself smiling back.

The raft lurched into motion, rattling down the huge conveyor belt. With a small splash we were released out into the simulated white water rafting experience. The first few spots where you can get wet end up being teases instead of really getting you wet. Sure, a little bit of water found its way into the raft and splashed across the leg of my shorts, but I could spill a cup of water on myself and get far wetter than that. Then the raft started to pick up speed.

Missy won the privilege of getting wet first. Instead of turning so that mine and Pete's side was leading, Missy went into the first big splash with her back to the water effect. A small wave of water crested over the edge of the raft and enfolded her. She squealed. Pete's left side caught part of it, but he was too busy laughing at Missy to complain.

While Dana and I were watching Missy try to wring the water out of her clothes, a water jet hit us from behind. It's real purpose was to make the raft spin a bit more, but it did a pretty good job of soaking our shirts. We had a few more minor wettings, then the raft finally turned just right. The next huge splash blasted into the raft right between Pete and me. The left side of my shorts were instantly drenched and it filled both my shoes. Pete ended up getting just as wet. And judging from how he suddenly tried to scramble out of his seat, I don't think it was dry anymore.

Strangely enough, the empty seats seemed to catch more water than the rest of us did. Dave and I have ridden that ride before and come off of it looking as though we had jumped into a pool with our clothes on. Today, we were wet, but we were still dry in spots.

Eventually, we made it around to the section of the ride where people could feed quarters into the controls to fire water jets up into the air and try to further soak riders. With so few people in the park, none of the stations appeared to be manned.

“Well, that sucks,” I muttered.

Dana was grinning and combing some of her hair that had come loose back. “What's wrong?”

Instead of answering her, I spotted a possible solution. There was a booth set back on the opposite side from the water control stations, and I could see a dark haired guy sitting there. He was wearing mirrored sunglasses and sat as still as a statue, but I could only see his face. I shouted, “Hey! Dude!”

His face might have turned toward me ever so slightly, but it was hard to tell for sure.

Pete tried to reach over and hit me. “Shut the fuck up,” he hissed.

I ignored him, focusing on Sunglasses Dude. “Hey, We've got some dry spots down here! Think you can help us out?”

For a moment, I thought he was ignoring me. That or asleep. Then I saw his hand creep out over the booth's edge, and he gave me the thumbs-up sign.

Now, for those of you who are going to try this at some future point in an amusement park, let me take a moment to go into enough detail here that you know what you are getting yourself into. The guy's hand disappeared back into the booth, and the ride suddenly became strangely calm. The next thing I heard was the sound of what had to be twenty pneumatic cannons going off. With a quick glance around, I saw that there were far more water cannons which aimed straight up in this section of the ride than what I had ever guessed. I swear to you that I felt the water level for the entire ride suddenly lower as it fed into those great blasts of water that fountained up over top of us. All of those individual blasts of water joined together into this gigantic pool of water that hung momentarily suspended over our heads.

People handle situations where they are about to be faced with imminent doom differently. Pete was praying, Missy was laughing hysterically, Dana (of course) gasped, and I took a moment to profoundly utter, “Oops...” I wish I could have whipped out a “Shit!” or a “Fuck!” but “Oops” was all I managed.

Then gravity reasserted itself, and all that floating water fell right down on our raft. It drove me down into the seat. My feet slipped off the lower railing and drummed against the bottom of the raft. Fuck, the raft itself was driven downward. Most of the excess water ran off the raft fairly quickly (Luckily!), and then I felt the raft bob back up.

We were soaked, but we could only sit there sputtering and coughing. Once I could breathe again, I took stock of the group. Dana looked a little scared, but her eyes were smiling. Pete was in shock, and I can't remember what expression Missy was wearing. The force of the water had driven her tank top down, and she was sitting there with her bra exposed. I do remember that very clearly though.

I glanced back up at Sunglasses Dude. I think he had turned his head enough to still be looking straight at us, but his face hadn't changed one bit. He reminded me of the dead guy on “Weekend at Bernie's”.

“Much better!” I shouted. “Thanks!”

He gave me another thumbs up.

[Duckers]

We were soaked. Absolutely soaked. I've taken showers where I didn't get that wet. When our raft returned to the loading area, the attendants were even shocked. One of them even joked, “Did you guys fall in?”

I discovered that I could squeeze the toe of my shoes and watch water pour out. I wrung water out of my shirt and my shorts. Dana did the same thing, but she also took her hair down and then squeezed the water out of it. We were all laughing now, trying to one-up each other with our antics.

Pete's jeans must have weighed ten more pounds. As soaked as they were, they had turned a dark, dark blue. Water was dripping off of them so quickly that he left a puddle anywhere he stood too long. He was in for a miserable day though he didn't yet know it. Denim doesn't dry quickly. From personal experience, I swear it doesn't seem to dry at all. I've never worn jeans to a park and gotten wet, but I have worn denim shorts, which were still wet even on the ride home.

The day had turned out to be fairly warm, but the drenching had put a chill into us. Add on top of that how the sun had chosen now to disappear behind some clouds, and it was starting to get unpleasant. Missy was obviously cold, as I could see her nipples trying to poke through her bra and shirt. That of course reminded me of seeing them in person. Dana must have noticed because she poked my arm and grinned, which managed to make me blush faintly.

We squished and dripped our way back to the main pathway. Our appearance drew comments from the dry people that we saw. There were a few that were fairly wet too, and they looked just as miserable. We passed a couple rides and a restaurant that was closed for remodeling.

Missy called for a rest room break. We made our way to the nearest one, and the girls filed in with the arms wrapped around themselves. Pete sped into the men's side. I didn't really need to go just then. After a moment of standing around by myself, I shrugged and stepped into the men's room. It turned out that Pete hadn't needed to go either. He had the nozzle from two hand dryers aimed at his jeans, trying to dry them. I stepped over to one of the urinals and surprised myself with a fairly healthy stream of urine. Pete hammered the buttons on the hand dryers making them roar back to life. After washing my hands, I used the third hand dryer. If he could have managed it, I bet Pete would have been using it too.

The heat from the dryer changed my mind a little about Pete. He was actually pretty smart to try and use them. I turned the nozzle on the one I was using upside down and let heat blow up the front of my shirt. When it stopped, I turned it on again holding my hat over it. Pete was now standing in a puddle, but I couldn't tell that his jeans looked anything but soaked. He fired both dryers up again for at least the fifth time.

My shirt felt better. Not necessarily dry, but definitely warmer. I wrung out my shorts again, but I wasn't overly concerned with them. I had soaked fatigues often enough when doing trail riding to know that they'd dry pretty quickly. My socks and shoes were my biggest concern, but there wasn't a lot I could do about them just now. I had an old pair of beach bum sandals on the bus, but I would just have to suffer until tonight.

Amazingly, I ended up being the first of our group back outside. I could hear hand dryers running in the ladies' room, so maybe they were trying the same trick. I ended up sitting on one of the benches across the pathway and enjoyed the fact that the sun had popped back out. When I heard the hand dryers firing back up again, I sighed. What the hell? Maybe I could do something about my feet. I untied my shoes and slipped them off. Turning them over produced a trickle of water from each one. My socks were holding water like a sponge, so I took them off and wrung them out over the grass behind the bench. There had to be a gallon of water in each one, which was moderately impressive.

A few more squeezes later and I looked up to see Dana and Missy coming out of the rest room together. They both frowned when they saw what I was doing, but they quickly sat and kicked off their shoes too. All three of us were still wringing out our socks when Pete finally appeared.

He snorted and said, “What are you guys supposed to be? A bunch of bare-foot hillbillies?” We all laughed at that. Pete can be funny on occasion. “Well, if you guys are going to do that, I know a better spot for it. Come on.”

We looked at each other then slipped our shoes back on. Pete led us back along the pathway then stopped to look around by the closed restaurant that we had passed earlier. The front of it was fenced off, but there was a gap off to the side. When there was no one around, Pete ducked inside.

I couldn't believe that he had done that. “Dude, what the hell are you doing?”

He didn't reply but motioned for us to follow. Missy glanced around then stepped through the fence. Ugg, I hoped that we could just stand her until Pete came to his senses. I turned to Dana to ask her if she wanted to leave them and go ride something, but she slipped through the fence too. Fuck! I really didn't want to get tossed out of the park. Then again, I didn't want to be the one loser in the group. I stepped through too.

The restaurant itself was locked up with boards covering one of the doors, but there were outdoor tables ringing the place. Some of them pushed off to one side to make room for some saw horses. I was glad to see that there were no tools in sight. At least we couldn't be accused of stealing anything. Oh, I was certain that we were going to get caught, but there didn't appear to have been anyone working here for a few days.

Pete led the way to the back of the restaurant. Some of the seats back there were actual chairs with backs instead of benches, and he went straight for a cluster of those. The back of the restaurant would have been screened from the rest of the park under normal conditions, so there really wasn't any chance of anyone seeing us here. The only way we'd get into trouble was if someone entered the building site. I saw a number of cigarette butts and something off in the corner that looks suspiciously like a used condom. Just how long had this been under construction?

Pete was already slipping off his shoes when I made it to the table. “Well, if you guys are going to dry your socks, I'm not going to suffer being soaked either.”

I rolled my eyes and looked around again, trying to see back around the restaurant to see if anyone had seen us duck in here. “And why couldn't you just take your shoes off with the rest of us? Scared to let anyone see your -”

Dana gasped, and I turned back around. I was positive that park security had just materialized right out of thin air to bust us. I wasn't ready for what I saw though. Pete was taking his jeans off.

“What the hell are you doing?” I had been thinking that, but Missy was the one who actually asked it. Bravo, Missy!

Dana had turned away and was blushing, but Pete had barely paused in taking off his pants.

“What? It's not like I'm naked or something.” Which was true, although I didn't want to see his tighty whitey's. Well, they weren't white so much as greyish from being so wet. For some reason, I expected them to be sporting cumstains, but none were visible. I guess the drenching had washed any out. He twisted his jeans up and started wringing them out. When the first big splat of water hit the paving stones, Dana glanced around at him.

I sighed, and tossed my socks that I had been carrying over the back of a spare chair. I also turned my shoes upside down to see if more water would run out of them. Strange how my first thoughts were not about protecting Dana this time. Maybe I realized that she could handle herself. I sat down in another chair around the table, and Dana surprised me by sitting on my lap. Her legs were cold against mine but still baby smooth. She was a comfortable weight in my lap.

Pete continued to wring out his jeans but I noticed that he was staring at Missy thoughtfully. He looked as though he was going to say something. Missy apparently noticed the way he was looking at her and knew what that look meant. Before he could say anything, she stepped over next to him, standing in profile to us.

“Well, if you are going to wring out your pants,” she began, “I'm going to get some of the water out of this.” And she started tugging her tank top over her head. It's soggy state was making it hard to remove, but I could see the side of her bra.

“What the fuck do you think you're doing?” Pete seemed incredulous though his undies were making him a bit ridiculous.

“What?” Missy continued struggling out of her top.

“Put your shirt back down!” Pete hadn't noticed yet, but the difficulties Missy was having with her soggy shirt was making something else hard too. I couldn't tell if Dana had noticed Pete's predicament yet or not.

“Why? Thanks to you Dana's the only one here who hasn't seen me topless, so seeing me in my bra isn't a big deal.” Let me interject that I hadn't technically seen her topless, but I had seen all the important upper body parts. “And I doubt that Dana minds. Right Dana?”

“I don't mind.” Then Dana scooted back against me a bit more. I guess she was content to just watch how this played out, though I kept wondering what Pete had been about to say.

Pete glared over at me briefly. Did he think that I had something to do with this? This whole situation was strange to me.

I could kind of understand why Pete wanted to wring some of the water out of his pants, but why the flipping hell hadn't he done that in the rest room? He could have easily stripped in one of the stalls and squeezed water into a toilet. Why drag us here where we could all get into real trouble? With all the Truth or Dare that had been played today, was he planning to draw us into a game? Under other circumstances, I could probably be enticed to play, but he should know better than to think Dana would want to play. So far that was our little secret, and I didn't see her playing with a group anytime soon.

With a final tug, Missy stripped her tank top off then stood there smiling up at Pete. There was a glint in her eye reminiscent of what I had seen in Dana's eyes numerous times this morning.

[Duckers]

So I sat there in a chair behind a restaurant in the park that was closed for remodeling with my bare feet wiggling on the paving stones beneath me. My socks and shoes were trying to dry on a chair nearby. Dana felt nice (though soggy) sitting in my lap, and we were watching a strange exchange between two of our friends. Both of them were partially dressed, though they were each missing opposite parts. Pete's pants were twisted up in his hands, and Missy's shirt had just popped off of her. So recently had that shirt been removed that her breasts were still bouncing faintly in her bra.

I really hadn't wanted to sneak back here behind this restaurant instead I would have preferred to continue enjoying the park. When Pete's pants had come off, I really, really wanted to be anywhere else in the park. Except for wherever Horse Dick was, but that of course was a given. Now that Missy's shirt was off, maybe my opinion on the situation had changed. I suddenly couldn't see as much harm in being here and relaxing a few moments, and in truth it did feel nice to have Dana sitting in my lap. We could probably sneak out of here without getting caught. Hell, it didn't look like anyone had been back here in a few days.

I glanced around again just to verify that we were alone. Cigarette butts, saw horses, and that used condom were all that I spotted. Oh, and there was a pile of rags near the corner of the restaurant that we must have passed. The way the wall jutted out a bit had probably hidden them from view. Too bad that they seemed to just be rags because they looked a lot drier than our clothes. Geez, was I planning on stealing rags from a work-site now? What was my problem?

Missy's tank top had been fairly form-fitting, but I had tried not to pay too much attention to how she looked in it. When I had seen her breasts during breakfast, she had been wearing an overly-large jacket, which had obscured her figure. Seeing her standing there in just her bra, it was hard not to study her. Actually, it was as easy as hell to study her because I didn't want to stare at Pete's growing bulge.

She was short, five feet and change, and very petite. Standing in front of Pete like that, emphasized how short she was. If she had been standing next to me, the difference would have been more startling. Her hair didn't have the same poof that it had this morning, and she had resorted to pulling it all back into a pony tail that was shiny and wet. When she had raised her arms over her head to pull her shirt off, I had seen the outline of her ribs. Taken in proportion to her body, she actually had nicely sized breasts. My imagination was busily erasing her bra and adding in her nipples and scar.

Twisting her tank top up in front of her, she gave the shirt a slow, seductive squeeze. Her arms pressed up against the sides of her breasts, pressing them together. Her tits were straining at her bra, dying to break free. They way she shifted her hips and slowly tensed and released the pressure that she was applying to both her shirt and her breasts was mesmerizing. She was totally focused on Pete, and I don't think the two of them were even aware that Dana and I were still there. Absently, I noted that she was milking more water out of her twisted tank top than I would have thought possible. Nothing like what Pete had gotten out of his jeans, but a lot just the same.

Unless I had been wrong with my quick bathroom estimation, the size of Pete's bulge meant that he was fully erect. The tail of his shirt was concealing part it though. I think Dana was staring at his underwear, but then she seemed to be switching back and forth between looking at Pete and Missy both. As much as I tried not too, I found myself doing the same thing. I guess I wanted to see what would happen next.

Missy continued to wring her shirt, but she wasn't getting anything out of it except for the odd drip. But, evidently I was getting something out of it. My dick was swelling and I could feel it pressing up against Dana's ass. She could too because she glanced at me out of the corner of her eye and gave me a sheepish grin then pressed against me.

After a few moments, Pete started to say something again, then glanced over at us. Missy did too, and then she started to look embarrassed. She gave her shirt another twist then started to unroll it to put back on. Well, I guess that was going to be the end of that.

“Missy, truth or dare?” What? Had I heard Pete right? So here we were in a spot in the park that was off-limits. Being caught her would at least get us tossed out of the park and maybe arrested. I assumed that security could do that if they wanted to. Maybe they would be more interested in taking more of our money than tossing us out. I really had no clue what the park's policy was on those types of things.

Missy looked over at us again, specifically Dana, and I could tell that she was going to refuse to play. I could read that from Missy's expression plain as day. Her shoulders even slumped slightly as she opened her mouth to tell Pete that she couldn't. Was she disappointed or was this something else that I didn't know about? Did she really enjoy playing that much, or had Pete somehow forced her into playing whenever he wanted?

Then Missy's expression changed suddenly. Surprise led to... I'm not sure what the emotion was that ran across her face after her brief surprise. Satisfaction perhaps? Why the hell had she looked that way? Wait one flipping minute!

Replaying all of that in my head told me that I had noticed something else. Had Dana made some kind of gesture? I couldn't see her face very clearly at the moment (her hair had it somewhat hidden from me), but I think she might have shrugged slightly then smiled. I don't truly know, but I think I had felt her move slightly. I never asked Dana or Missy about it later, but I'm almost positive that there was some kind of exchange between the two of them. Then again, maybe I imagined it and Missy took Dana's silence as a sign.

Whatever the case was, Missy turned to Pete and said, “Dare.” Her voice held a note of challenge to it. She did not sound like Pete was controlling her. Hell, if anything she sounded like she was every bit his equal. In terms of raw intelligence, I knew her to be his superior. Then again, that's not saying much. My soggy shoe could probably give Pete a good run for his money in a game of trivia. Okay, that's not fair. My shoes were pretty smart!

I don't think Pete believed it either. He glanced over at us (Dana mainly. Why the hell did they keep looking at Dana?) and licked his lips. He was still holding his jeans in his hands momentarily forgotten. “Fine then,” he said. “Now that you have finished wringing out your shirt, how about you show us how much your bra is holding?”

I'm pretty sure that's how he worded it at least. Whether or not he intended the double-meaning is still open for debate. If he hadn't, he had simply gotten lucky. I couldn't have crammed much more extra meaning into that situation, so I had to admit that Pete can sometimes be witty. Even if it's only by accident.

I snickered, which made Pete shoot me a big grin.

Missy's eyes went wide, and she unconsciously brought her tank top up to her chest hiding the front of her bra. She glanced at Dana again.

Pete was prepared for that excuse. “Hey, you said it yourself that everyone here had seen you topless except for Dana who didn't mind.” He turned toward Dana. “Right, Dana?”

I felt Dana tense slightly in my lap, then she shook her head, which put the ball back into Missy's court. Since Dana had agreed that she didn't mind if Missy popped her bra off, I felt that she was also entitling me to seeing Missy's chest again. Maybe “entitling” was too strong. I should probably say that she didn't have any major objections to me seeing her breasts again. That made me feel somewhat better about this sudden change in our situation.

Would Missy go through with it? All of us were watching her now.

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[Duckers]

Missy made eye contact with each of us in turn. Pete first, who just grinned at her. The kind of grin that he was giving her made me thankful that Pete didn't use chewing tobacco. I always expected him to for some reason, but I could never figure out why. Maybe he reminded me of someone else I knew that did. But anyway, when he flashed one of those big, toothy grins at someone, I expected to see tobacco juice slowly oozing out between his teeth. Nasty.

Back to Missy's eye contact, she turned to me next, and she gave me a strange smile. I almost said something about looking forward to a second helping of breakfast, but I wisely didn't. Actually, she turned to look at Dana before I got a chance, so Missy probably saved me from getting in trouble with Dana. Who knows, maybe everyone would have laughed. Missy's eyes flickered down to Dana's chest then back to her face. That was passingly strange. Why was she glancing at Dana's chest? Then it hit me, I guess she was a bit nervous about any mental comparisons that Dana might make. Well, she sure had that wrong; I was going to be the person making comparisons.

Finally, she turned back to Pete and tossed her tank top onto one of the tables. She bent her arms up behind her back, which always looks freakish to me for some reason. Arms aren't supposed to bend that way! When she popped the clasp, she released both ends but caught her bra before it could expose anything. There was a moment of hesitancy, and I think she almost chickened out. I imagined her mind working furiously, and maybe she latched onto the fact that she had already exposed herself to the only other guy there. She stood up a bit straighter and boldly slipped her bra off. Instead of continuing to face Pete, she turned a bit so that all of us had a good view of her chest.

Missy looked over at me, and I met her gaze. Even smiling faintly. She didn't catch me staring at her boobs this time, but I took in an eyeful as soon as she wasn't looking. I must say that they looked much better outside in natural lighting. The sun was shining at the moment causing her breasts to cast small shadows that early afternoon. I could still make our her scar, and I noted how her nipples were standing out in firm points just the way they had this morning. If there was some way to proportionately stretch Missy to Dana's height, their breasts might have been close in size.

She stood motionless letting us take in the sight of her toplessness. Once the moment had passed, she started rolling her bra up. It was white and lacy, though not so lacy that being wet had made it see-through, and it didn't contain any underwire. If it had, I don't know how she would have wrung any water from it. Yeah, I know that wasn't the point of the dare, but I'm a firm believer in completing a dare down to the exact wording. Apparently Missy subscribed to that same school of thought. She wasn't able to get much out of it, but she really tried. At first she seemed self-conscious about standing there topless, but she was soon repeating that mesmerizing process that she had done before. When she squeezed her arms together against your breasts, it made her nipples jut out provocatively.

If I hadn't been erect before, there would have been no way for me to avoid being so now. My cock was throbbing painfully against Dana. Pete must have been equally aroused. One of his hands had strayed from his jeans down to rub against his erection through his underwear, but I don't think he was aware of what he was doing. Then again, maybe he was but he didn't care that we were watching.

Missy had noticed what he was doing. “Truth or Dare, Pete?” She continued to try to squeeze her bra dry. She added a little bounce into her movement which made her boobs jiggle pleasingly.

“Dare,” Pete responded. He sounded like someone caught daydreaming.

“I dare you to wring out your underwear.” She smiled at him devilishly.

Pete realized what she had said and what he was doing at roughly the same time. He jerked his hand away from his bulge, and his face suddenly held the look of “Oh shit!” Trust me, I know an “oh shit” face when I see one, and this was a classic example of someone realizing that they had just been screwed.

Dana had turned slightly enabling me to see her face better. She was trying not to grin, but she was also blushing. She must have been holding her breath also, because she went from utter stillness to a sudden intake of air. I caught a hint of movement out of the corner of my eye. Glancing over, I didn't see anything out of the ordinary about the back of the restaurant. There were some gaps in the boards where I could see the glass behind it, but it was dark inside the building. Man, Dana's nervousness was infecting me too.

Now, I really didn't want to see Pete's boner. What I had glimpsed in the rest room that morning had been more than enough. I also didn't want Dana to see it either, but I was caught in the moment. I wanted to see where this was going to go, so I didn't make any sort of protest. Dana didn't either beyond blushing. At least her breathing her breathing had returned to normal.

Dana's face slowly turned toward me, which was almost comical. Her head turned so slowly that it was as if she was afraid that a sudden movement might make Pete and the topless Missy to suddenly stop what they were doing. If I overlooked her blush, her gaze was fairly calm but seemed to be wanting something from me. I wracked my brain trying to figure out what she was wanting. (Well, I hoped that I knew what she was wanting, which was more of what we had done this morning. I meant what she was wanting from me right then.) It finally dawned on me that she might have been asking my permission, and I suddenly felt bad that I hadn't thought of the same thing before Missy's top disappeared. Then again, she had given me her permission to see Missy's breasts earlier, so I assumed that the invitation was still standing.

I couldn't deny Dana the right to see Pete (assuming he went through with it), but I was positive that I was getting the better end of the deal. I smiled slightly and nodded to Dana. I guess that had been the right response. She turned back to see what was going to happen.

How Dana and I waited until we had the other person's permission to see some of this stuff was almost comical. Here we were on an impromptu first-date, and we had no real hold on each other beyond what we had shared so far today. Well, I guess we have years of school-based friendship too, but that was it. Was this sudden “couple mentality” real? Dana had been sexually pent up for so many years that it had been as though the dam that had been holding up all her feelings had suddenly crumbled overwhelming her normally strict common sense. I might have been in some type of emotional shock from Dana, Dave and Steph, and everything else that had bombarded me that day. Could this sudden bond be the result of all of that? If so, how long would it last? With a mental shrug, I turned back to the action too.

Missy was standing there still squeezing her bra and blushing faintly, but she looked a bit defiant at the same time. If Missy had been embarrassed taking her bra off, then she had just helped Pete take embarrassment to an entirely new level. Pete's face had suddenly turned bright red, and he glanced over at us while wearing a pained expression. For some reason I expected to see a sudden bulge to develop in the back of Pete's underwear as he crapped his pants. He looked that distressed.

I guess that Missy had noticed it too. Her face softened a bit, as though she sympathized with him. “You don't have to do the dare,” she informed him. “If you don't, you'll have to take a punishment like the ones that you are so fond of handing out.” And just like that all the softness was gone from her face to be replaced with what I like to call “playful cruelty”.

[Duckers]

Oh brother! If anything Missy's threat made Pete suddenly look even worse. Were his drawers starting to sag in the back? Probably not, but I could easily imagine how he might be feeling like crapping himself just then. What the hell had Pete made her do? Well, other than exposing herself to me this morning and then again this afternoon (and the afternoon matinee was much better). Dangit, I really wanted to know some of the back story there, and that was also surprising since Pete was involved.

From what I could tell, Missy's bra had stopped producing any trickles. She finally decided to forgo the prop and tossed her bra on the table near her shirt then stood there with one hand on her hip watching Pete. After a few moments, she started staring down at her breasts. Maybe she had never seen them in sunlight before. When she brought her other hand up and wiped something off of her breast, I re-evaluated that thought. Maybe she still had some drops of water on them? Then she wiped at her breasts again. Slowly with a lot of caressing. Ahhhhh... I pulled my eyes away from her tits long enough to see that she had Pete completely hypnotized.

“What's it going to be, Pete?” She asked with a sultry voice, and she threw in some eyelash batting for good measure. Damn, if I had known she could talk like that and looked like that topless, I might have tried to date her a long time ago.

Pete was conflicted. I could tell that he was reading a lot into how Missy was acting, and she sure did seem like she was promising a lot more, so his hands started to move toward his underwear. Then he caught himself, remembering that we were still watching. His eyes flickered back and forth between the two of us sitting there quietly and Missy fondling her own breasts. “What about them?” He asked.

“What about them?” Missy responded, but then she took a more serious look at Dana becoming thoughtful. “You've seen a guy's stuff before, haven't you?” Pete's hand had found the bulge in his underwear again.

I almost laughed. Not about Pete, but about the irony of the situation that all of Dana's experience with partially naked guys had come from this very day. Instead of laughing, I put my hand on her waist and squeezed faintly. I hoped that I could keep a straight face.

Evidently, I hadn't. Pete's eyes lit up as he saw a potential way out of this situation. “Babe, look at the way she's blushing,” he gestured towards Dana with his chin. “I don't want to embarrass her. It's Dana for fuck's sake.”

That last sentence hit me hard. I had gotten to the point where I had stopped realizing just how differently Dana had been acting today. It felt like this change had happened in her months ago than since this morning.

And Missy was looking at her too. It was hard for me to read Dana's face again, but Missy seemed to see something concerning. Well, it looked as though that would be the end of that. Good, I really didn't want to see any more of Pete.

“I don't know, Pete,” Dana began hesitantly, but her words came out more confidently as she went on. “I've heard you brag about how big it is so many times that I can't see you being nervous about showing it off.”

Pete looked a bit embarrassed. He probably hadn't realized that she had heard him bragging. Fuck, I wish I hadn't heard him brag about it before myself, though I knew that he was more talk than substance.

Dana went on to say, “Besides that guy with Jimmy didn't seem to have any problems showing his off to everyone this morning. If yours is 'that' big, you'd probably be proud of showing yours off too.”

I still wish that I had been drinking something when she said all of that. Just so I could sprayed out a cloud of soda when I began laughing. Holy shit, did I ever laugh. Missy too. You just didn't expect anything like that to come out of Dana's mouth. Not only had she managed to counter how he had started to make fun of her, but she had turned it completely back on him. Hell, she had completely screwed him in the ass, verbally speaking. If he didn't drop his drawers, she had just said that he was all talk. If he did drop them, she had just reminded everyone of how big Horse Dick was, which would make Pete look small in comparison.

Fuck! She had sorta put me down too. From what I could tell about Pete's bulge, we were both in similar boats. As I leaned forward a bit to get a better look at Dana's facial expression, I found myself respecting her even more.

At first Pete looked mad, but that quickly gave way to embarrassment and then some type of resigned amusement. He nodded at Dana ever so slightly. “Well, I tried to warn you.” With that he pulled the back of his underwear down and stood there waiting to see what Dana's response would be. She just sat there in my lap smiling at him. He finally sighed and slid his underwear down reluctantly. Instead of letting the splat soggily on the ground, he stepped out of them carefully. “Here it is!”

While I had no urge to get any closer to compare, Pete and I were indeed close in size. I still think I was bigger, but it wasn't by much. His head was shaped differently with more of a bulbous appearance, and his shaft had a slight crook to the left. His pubic hair was a thick patch of black that was much darker than the hair on his head. His balls looked odd, but I guess they were just pulled in tight after hanging out in soggy underwear.

Glancing up at Dana, I saw that she was staring at his dick intently. After a few more moments, she looked up at Pete who was waiting expectantly. She shrugged and said, “Ehhh..”

Pete sighed, but we all laughed. Pete too, eventually. Then he started wringing out his underwear. They were pretty soggy. He even went so far as to let the water trickle over his cock to which I just shook my head. The girls seemed to be a bit more appreciative though.

I took a quick look around again. It was bad enough that we were somewhere that we shouldn't be, but now we had two half-naked people to add to the mix. I thought I saw a bit of movement again out of the corner of my eye. When I turned to look, the only thing I saw was a bird hopping along the roof of the restaurant. Arggh, all this was making me jumpy.

[Duckers]

Dammit, my list of people's private parts that I had seen that day just continued to grow and grow, which was kinda like Horse Dick's cock minus the utter freakishness. There have been times in my life where something had happened that affected me profoundly. Life changing events, you might call them. This was... not one of those times. Surprising and astounding, but that's about it. Maybe dumbfounding too. Stupefying?

After a minute or two of wringing out his underwear, Pete tossed them aside grinning. “So Babe, truth or dare?”

Missy rolled her eyes. “As if I have a choice. Dare.”

“How about you show us how much water you can squeeze out of... your panties?”

Woah! I could hardly believe that Pete was going to have his girlfriend get naked in front of us. I think he had gotten wrapped up in the game and was doing it just to get even with her.

Missy didn't seem to have as hard of a time with that dare either. I could tell she was considering it, but she barely glanced at us. The way they were acting made me wonder how they were when they were alone together.

“Fine, I'll get naked in front of our friends, but you lose your shirt first.” She made it sound like this was turning into a pissing match between the two of them. When people start trying to one-up each other, things can spiral out of control pretty damn quick. This could get interesting. Well, more interesting.

“Well fine, I can get naked in front of these yahoos.” I think that's what Pete called us at least. He might have said bozos, but I can't see him referring to Dana as a bozo. Let's just stick with yahoos for now, and it sounded like the pissing match was in full swing.

“Fine.” Missy had her hands on her hips.

“Fine.” With that Pete stripped his shirt off and tossed it aside. It splatted soggily on a table then slid to the ground with another splat.

“Alright then,” Missy said a bit more softly.

“Well, alright.” I don't know about Dana, but I was starting to feel like I was watching some type of pornographic tennis match. I'm not sure about what Missy planned to use in the game, but Pete's “racquet” looked like it was ready to knock around a few balls.

This was one of the things that I regretted most about that day. The first guy that Dana had seen completely naked was Pete. Sure, she had probably seen the parts that count from either Horse Dick or Jimmy first, and then she had seen and “interacted” with me on the bus. That counted for way more in my book, but dammit Pete would always be the first guy she had seen stark naked.

And seeing him, she certainly was. When he had yanked his shirt off, Dana's legs suddenly jerked slightly and then went rigid against me. They relaxed again with surprising quickness. I guess she was getting a bit more accustomed to all of this craziness too.

I rubbed my eyes trying to delay looking at Pete in all his naked glory. Fuck me, but I swore I saw some movement again. I turned to look as much as I could, but there was absolutely nothing there. If Dana hadn't been in my lap, I would have taken a better look around. All this paranoia was going to end up giving me ulcers or in-grown toenails or jock itch or some nasty disorder. I found myself wishing that me chair was turned facing the back of the restaurant more than it was.

So what can I say about Naked Pete? I tried not to look, but I couldn't help it. After looking at the bottomless version of him, I don't know why the loss of his shirt bothered me. I guess there's some kind of ingrained distinction between partially clothed and totally naked. The first thing I noticed about him was that his proportions were off a bit. His upper torso and arms were longer than they should have been compared to the lower half. Not a drastic difference, but it was there nevertheless. His chest was sparsely covered by dark chest hair, but that and his pubic patch were about the hairiest parts of his body.

I had always written Pete off as not too physically fit, but I was forced to reevaluate that notion. While I'm not a bodybuilder by any means, Pete's muscles weren't as defined as mine, but there was a solidness to him that hinted at more muscle than what I had ever expected. Perhaps a fight between the two of us wouldn't be quite as one-sided as what I had thought. Oh, I could still kick his ass if I wanted, but it wouldn't be as painless as what I had always thought.

“What are you fuckers staring at?” Pete's voice sounded harsh, but I saw that his eyes suddenly looked spooked. He had probably just realized what he had done.

“Uhh, your naked ass?” I answered, but I couldn't literally see his naked ass at the time. Thank god!

Dana giggled and then slid even further back against my cock. Damn, did she want to ride me? Missy was grinning, but I thought I could detect a bit of dread in her eyes about what the future was going to hold.

Apparently Pete got tired of being the center of attention again, so he tried to pass it back to Missy. “Your turn.” He looked meaningfully down at her shorts.

Missy's ego seemed to suddenly deflate. It was almost like I could see all of her previous boldness draining away, and it ended with her shoulders slumping forward slightly.

“Pete?” Missy hissed. “I... I... this is going too far.”

“Too far? Shit, I'm feeling a bit behind in the game. You need to even this crap up.”

“But...”

“But what? I'm the one standing here with my shit blowing in the breeze. Hell, all your other shit gets to stay hidden anyway.” Wow, Pete had a way with words that day, but I kinda agree with that argument. The most noticeable parts of her anatomy were already on display.

“They'll be thinking about me naked anytime we bump into each other at school.” Missy wasn't quite whining, but it was a near thing.

“What the fuck? Do you see this?” Pete was pointing down at his boner with both hands, then he aimed it at us. “What in the hell do you think they'll be thinking about anytime they see me?”

Dana and both chuckled at that. Pete couldn't even help grinning, and he went so far as to smack it around a time or two. I could have done without seeing that.

“What are you worried about? Dana seeing you naked?” Now Pete was pointing at Dana with both hands and his pecker (well, more or less). “Dana, does Missy have anything that you haven't seen before?”

Dana was still blushing faintly when she answered, “No, I think it's all pretty standard.”

“Okay. So it's Kirk that's bothering you?” He didn't even wait for her to respond. “How many girls have you seen naked, Duck?”

Well fuck me in the ass with a fire truck, I didn't want to answer that. I didn't feel bad about telling Dana the abridged list of girls, but I trusted her not to say anything to any of them. I didn't trust Pete with that kind of knowledge. No way, Jose!

Before I could even start to tell him that it was none of his business, Dana chimed in saying, “A lot.”

Pete turned back to Missy about to continue their argument, but his head snapped back to Dana. “What? Seriously?”

Dana nodded.

“Like how many? I've seen a bunch myself.”

“No, you haven't,” Missy said. “Including me, you've seen three girls naked.”

“Well, that's a bunch...” But he stopped when he noticed that Dana was shaking her head. “Shit, more than three?”

Dana nodded again.

“A lot more?”

More nodding. Damn, Dana was going to need a reward for all of this boosting she was doing for my reputation. Maybe I needed to keep her on retainer as my P.R. person.

“Okay already! Kirk's seen a lot of naked girls.” Uh oh, Missy sounded mad, but luckily she was looking at Pete. Then she turned to me. Crap, like it was my fault that they let me see their private bits. Errr... well, I guess that was pretty much my fault. “Kirk, can you keep all of this secret?”

“Can I keep this secret?” Let me count the ways. “Well, for one thing, I don't want anyone knowing that I've seen Pete naked, especially when he's in 'happy mode'. And, have did you ever heard anything about any of my exploits with other girls?”

It was easy to tell that both Missy and Pete were suddenly trying to think really hard about that.

Finally Missy admitted, “I know you have dated a few different girls, and I've seen you holding hands and stuff at ball games. That's about all I can remember though.”

Pete was still looking clueless.

I took my hands away from Dana's hips briefly to shrug. “Well, there you go.” Once again, I didn't actually answer that question. I guess I implied an answer, but that was about it. For the most part, I've kept it a secret over the years. I've told part of that story a few times, but that was in college to people who wouldn't know either of them.

Pete must have had enough of all Missy's stalling. “Besides,” he began, “it was a dare. Do you want to take a forfeit?”

[Stardares]

Awesome story, can't wait for more.

[LordDavid79]

Wow, amazing writing skills! Like a real feel-good movie, but then a bit more R rated.. lol
Please go on.