Chapter 86: Richie Landry, 14, Tighty-Whities...

Three days had passed since their trip down to the bayous. Naomi hadn’t called, but Carole wasn’t all that concerned. It had been a momentous day and she wasn’t surprised that her friend was taking some time to digest it.

While Carole had only a high school diploma, she was a wizard with numbers. She did the monthly books for four small Sausalito businesses, and she kept herself busy during those three days bringing those online account-ledgers up to date.

Then Naomi did call around 2 in the afternoon, “Did you show my Wendy’s picture to Richie?”

“Hello, Naomi, nice to hear from you.”

“Did you?”

“Not yet.”

“How come?”

“Come on over and let’s talk about it.”

“Is anything wrong?”

“Nope, not at all. But let’s talk about what else I’m going to be showing Richie.”

“Besides my Wendy’s picture?”

“Hon, Sinéad sent me some far sexier shots of you. Tell you what — we’ll go through them and you can pick out what you want me to show him.”

“On the way.”

Carole smiled to herself — she was glad she’d given Naomi some room. And delighted that it had been her friend who had made the next overture. She sent a text to her son at school — “Tighty whities.”

Carole stripped and took a 30-second shower just to freshen up. She carefully selected a pink tee that covered the essentials, but just barely. She had a game plan in mind. And was fairly confident that Richie would be quick enough to play along.

Naomi accepted a glass of limeade gratefully, “This weather — I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it.” She too was wearing a tee — this one blue and down to mid-thigh.

She said, “Carole, our Bad Girls Day was amazing, and I don’t regret a single minute of it.”

“Uh oh.”

“I mean it — it was the most exciting day I’ve had since we moved down here. I’d never seen a live sex show, let alone in front of all those naked people.”

“But?”

“Hon, it was too much, too fast. I’ve been decompressing — it hit me when I got home. Our frank talk — we really let our hair down. That picture you took for Richie. Wendy’s. Contrary Mary’s and all that young pussy.”

“It was quite a day.”

“And then the bayous.”

“You know, I felt the exact same way — that’s why I didn’t call you. I figured we both needed to let everything sink in.”

“Good — I didn’t want to come off like a prude or something.” She grinned, “I’ve been to nude beaches before — but they weren’t nearly as steamy as that Bayou Bar.”

“Do you still want to go back some day?”

“I do, but not for a while.”

“Let me know and I’ll set it up.”

“Good. Now why didn’t you show my picture to Richie?”

“Because I have a video clip that’s a lot hotter. But I need your go-ahead first.”

“From the bayous? Of course it is — I guess the owner was doing more than snapping pictures.”

“Yeah, Sinéad did some videos — City Girls visit the bayous.”

“Well, let’s see it.”

“Hold on, hold on. It was kinda long and choppy so I asked Ray-Ray to edit it.”

“Oh? Um who all has seen it?”

“Just Ray-Ray and his mom — I gather he shows her everything.”

“Gigi? Huh.” Naomi sounded interested that the mayor had seen her, but didn’t seem upset about it.

They sat side by side on Carole’s sofa and watched the 30-second clip on her flatscreen. It was taken when the two of them were watching the sex show and masturbating in the bright sunlight. There were naked boys and a few women around and behind them — watching and encouraging them.

Ray-Ray had cropped one clip so that it focused only on Naomi — the audience was visible in the background, but she alone was in the spotlight.

He had done his usual sterling job — every second featured Naomi in a flattering pose. Her pale skin gleamed in the bright light. She was clearly aroused — her pink nipples were erect, and she was blushing pink from her cheeks down through her chest.