Chapter 3

The next day, we walked to the state park and went into the changing rooms. There was one other guy in there, already naked and sort of loitering around. I paid him no mind and started undressing. When I had one leg lifted to get my pants off my foot, I realized that he had a clear view of my dangling equipment, and he was staring at me with a big smile on his face. Cautiously, he put a finger on his half-erect cock as if he were scratching an itch, and I turned away, flustered.

The weird guy was probably eyeing my ass, but what could I do? I hurriedly pulled up my old swimsuit and ran out with my clothes under my arm, not looking in his direction. When I joined the ladies on the lakeside beach, I realized I had another problem.

I was acutely aware that the suit was almost strangling me.

“Mom, when did you buy these, uh, trunks?” I squeaked.

“Let me think. Four years ago? Are they, oh, I see. There’s been some growth, I guess. Go into the water and pull it down to your knees. Stay in the deeper water so you won’t get in trouble.”

Without a better alternative, that’s what I did. But it wasn’t a good solution. You see, many of Florida’s freshwater lakes are fed by springs, and the warm water is surprisingly clear. Anybody who came near and looked down had a fairly good view of my dick.

And, oh shit! Here comes the changing room guy.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I just wasn’t expecting...”

He glanced down, and that huge smile returned instantly.

“That! But you’re too young, aren’t you?”

“I’m 15.”

“Yeah, not to be touched. But, trust me, you’re going to have a big future ahead. Bye!”

He moved away, shaking his head.

My mother then approached me.

“What did he want?”

“He was in the changing room, and he came here for another look.”

Her eyes moved down and stayed down.

“I can see why. Here, step out of that suit before it drifts away. We’ll sneak you out of the water with a towel when you’re ready.”

This made some sense because the beach was at least a mile long, and there was only one lifeguard tower down at the far end. She walked back to the girls, and I stayed waist-deep in the lake. As the warm day continued, more and more people began to arrive, but mostly they congregated near the lifeguard to have extra eyes on their children.

Meanwhile, a middle-aged woman showed up near us with, apparently, two daughters (who looked like her). A third woman, also around college age, was with them. Because she was also African American, she must have been a friend. She, like the mother, seemed to be about 20- or 30-pounds overweight, giving them ample curves for their breasts and butts.

Once they had spread their towels out on the sand, they glanced around and took off the tops of their two-piece swimsuits. They probably thought the sole lifeguard wouldn’t bother to hike all the way over and yell at them to cover up.

Let’s face it. At fifteen, I couldn’t take my eyes off them. Apart from my mother’s, these were the first real tits I had ever seen on grown women. I watched them bobble while they walked into the water, obviously staring intensely.

Noticing my gaze, the mother veered off and walked toward me. I almost didn’t notice until she got closer, and then the bottoms of her tits were making cute little splashes from the wave action.

“I see my daughters and their friend have attracted your ... oh, my goodness! Wow! What’s your name?”

“Rubin.”

“Rubin, I’m Laurene. I can see down there that you’re pleased to meet me.”

She wrapped her hand around my hard-on and started stroking.

“Wait. How old are you?”

“I’m 15, Laurene.”

“Shit. Life is unfair. I mean, unfair to me.”

One last tug, and she let go.

“Honey, next time you’re on the internet, I need you to look up the word ‘jailbait’ because that’s what you are, unfortunately. I’ll warn the girls. Sorry.”

She kissed me briefly on the lips and then walked away, swaying her ass with each step.

Walking back to the Dollar Store, I asked Mom what “jailbait” was, and she explained the word and how it applied to the three of us.

Now it was time to prepare for our big evening. Mom and I went to talk to Weird Larry and explain our concerns about the girls.