Laura and Ace
Copyright © 2026 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 22: Lawrence of Arcadia
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 22: Lawrence of Arcadia - Ace and his girlfriend Laura are on the way to his parents' annual month living in a nudist camp. It has all the amenities including swimming and sports, but the real attractions are after dinner, where campers meet and party together. Nobody under 18 is permitted in camp, so maximum freedom exists behind closed doors. Ace worries he won't be able to stay limp and follow the camp's public rules. But Laura has plans for regulating him.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Ma/Ma Consensual Gay Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Humor Sharing Wife Watching Incest Mother Son Sister Father Daughter Group Sex Orgy Swinging Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Squirting Voyeurism Water Sports BBW Big Breasts Hairy Nudism Violence
Clara handed me off to Laura, according to our rotation. She wasn’t interested in Pickleball, but she suggested we spend our morning in the arcade.
“I’m worried that even with sunblock, my skin is getting too much exposure. I’m afraid I’ll get two-tone boobs.”
“What?”
“Tanned on top, pale on the bottom. In the locker room, they’d laugh at me.”
“I’m really beginning to flail, the more I hear about girls. Clara had some health problems, and all of her peers made her life miserable.”
“Let me guess. She gained weight?”
“Outrageous. You know Clara, if she gained 20 pounds, would you consider her unfuckable? I sure wouldn’t.”
“Ace, you keep on like that and I ... Ah, you’re amazing. I can’t believe I ever lost sight of your good qualities.”
“I didn’t think much of myself, you know.”
“Yeah, well the three of us are making you a project. You just keep being Ace, and we’ll keep you happy. Let’s go check out the arcade.”
We did play on the Pac-Man console, but what Laura really enjoyed was an old-fashioned pinball machine. She had a gift, shifting her weight just enough to influence the steel ball while not causing a “TILT”—where the ball fell to the bottom past the dead flippers.
Me? I couldn’t restrain myself, TILT-ing over and over with my too-hard shoves.
“Ace, I’m going to fix your problem, teaching you some self-control.”
She grabbed my balls! Sadly, she was right, and I became a pinball wizard.
“The price exceeds the rewards, Laura.”
“Oh, poor delicate Ace. Shall I humiliate you at the pool table, instead?”
I hoped I would have more luck playing 8-ball. As the table was only 7 feet, I didn’t have a reach advantage. We agreed on five games, and we each won twice.
I closed my eyes, then smiled.
“This is when I take out a twenty dollar bill and put it on the table rail.” Gesturing at my (naked) waist, “I seem to have forgotten my wallet.”
“I promise you satisfaction, Ace—whether or not you defeat me.” Driving home the point, she obviously licked her lips. I couldn’t resist a chuckle, and added a little blue chalk to my cue.
It was my turn to break, and the 3-ball (a solid) found a pocket. I continued, sinking the 4, 6, 2, and 1. Laura scowled, realizing I only needed to sink the 7-ball and conclude with the 8. But she lucked out, as a couple of striped balls were in my way.
With a satisfied grunt, Laura picked up her cue and carefully found pockets for five of the striped balls. I fidgeted, but she missed the next shot and stepped back, crossly.
This time, I sank the 7-ball, and lined up the 8-ball for an easy shot.
“Eight-ball, corner pocket.”
To read the complete story you need to be logged in:
Log In or
Register for a Free account
(Why register?)
* Allows you 3 stories to read in 24 hours.