Chapter 3: The Path to Sexual Freedom Is Opened!

Saturday morning I woke up at 5:30 after a fitful night of sleep. The alarm had only beeped once before I shut it off. It was like Christmas, only with permanent, life changing events going to happen. Either I would succeed, and secure a path of pleasure and wealth, or I would fail, and end up in prison. I could even face death, a father could kill me if he found out, though that was a very unlikely outcome. I preferred to think positively, follow the plan, and everything would work out. Ask someone in the military how often THAT works out!

I showered and had breakfast with Mom and Dad, then collected the dog and the tea, along with some large tumbler glasses. I also remembered to bring some sugar if someone wanted sweet tea. I drove over to the picnic site for final preparations. The dog was put on his chain attached to a small tree with only enough slack that he couldn’t get himself all wrapped up around another tree. I left him water and food so he was in good shape. I had given him a bath Friday afternoon, so he was clean and smelled good.

I had thought it would be a good idea to have some stakes, for securing the girls legs. So I had several wooden ones, along with a 2 ½ lb. shop hammer to drive them. I also brought a brace with a 1” auger bit so I could put some strategically placed holes in the legs of the benches. That gave me a way to secure hands without having the ropes appear on camera. I put the sun tea and the glasses on the picnic table. I placed the other stuff out of sight behind some trees.

By the time I was finished with all of that, it was time to pick the girls up. I stopped at the store for ice which I put in the ice chest along with some bottles of soft drinks, coke, Doctor Pepper, and 7up. Then I drove to their house, loaded up the car with a basket of food and we were ready to go. They excitedly got in the car after listening to their mom’s warnings about behavior. You know what I mean, standard parental safety stuff.

The girls wanted to know where we were going, how long a drive it was, and if where we were going was a park. They were really curious when I turned onto Eighth Street to go north, rather than the expected direction towards the city park. My picnic site is about seven miles out of town, and about five miles from my house. Neither of them had been where we were going, so it got quiet as they absorbed the scenic views of the countryside. The fields of freshly cultivated soil, or lying fallow with weeds growing in the wheat stalks. Or the occasional fields with seven foot corn plants turning a light brown in preparation of harvesting that was only a couple of weeks away. Then the river appeared while the road followed alongside it and the trees that grew beside it were still green with fall colors still a month away. We turned away from the river as we went over some low hills. I pointed out my farmland and the house sitting on top of the hill. It wasn’t a new house, having been built just after the war, but it still managed to look majestic sitting as it did. Well, I thought so anyway. We went past the road we would have taken to go to my house, went up and over another hill and the road curved to the left and dropped down to follow the river once again.

Just as the road started to curve back to the right and go up another hill, I turned left onto a little used road, really just a track, the kind of road with grass and weeds growing between the bare dirt when there is enough traffic for the tires to pack the soil to keep weeds and grass from growing. We drove on this for about half a mile, then I parked off the road a bit in a place used by people fishing in the deeper water created by the low water dam, which was left from the grist mill’s need of the power from moving water.

The girls were entranced, it truly is a beautiful place. The backed up water is smooth and clear, falling over the dam creating a rhythmic sound that was soothing to the ear, if not the soul. The water continued on through the rocks that allowed us to walk to the other side of the river without getting wet. Then cascading down a set of rapids in the descent that had made this a likely spot to build the mill. Only to calm again as the water became deeper about thirty yards downstream. The mix of oaks, hickory, holly, birch, maple, elm, cottonwood, and other native trees, interspersed with a few cedar trees, creating a wide pallet of different colors of green that soon would change to reds, yellows, and tans of fall. We would have to come back to experience that in a few weeks.

We grabbed the picnic basket and the ice chest, and skipped across the river on the rocks presumably placed there long ago by intrepid fisherfolk who disliked getting their boots wet. Then we climbed the gently inclined bank on the other side, the footpath turned to the left as the fishing was best in the still waters there and we followed it for a hundred feet or so. Then I stopped and turned to the right, and stepped through the brush and small trees into the forest for another hundred and fifty feet, shushing the girls to be as quiet as we could be. Putting a finger to my lips we slowly advanced and pulled away some branches of the thickened foliage to gaze out into the glade. I was hoping to find some deer grazing, even though they usually did that in the early morning. I wasn’t disappointed, as we saw a six point buck, a couple of does, and even a fawn. The girls gasp in amazement! The deer scattered as we stepped out of the trees, bounding away from us in great leaps only to disappear into the trees and leave the glade empty save for us, as if they had been only a figment of our collective imaginations.

The girls marveled at the new picnic table and benches as I put the picnic basket on the table alongside the tea. The girls cleared the table by putting everything on the benches, then spread a red and white tablecloth, yes, the one with the pattern everyone has. Then placed the sun tea containers and glasses back on the table and proceeded to take out the food, plates and utensils onto the table. They had supplied fried chicken, potato salad, and for dessert my favorite, Ambrosia. I served them the special tea, and myself the regular tea, hoping they would stay awake long enough to eat. We talked as we ate, about the glade and the river and how beautiful it was here, and the weather, how everything was perfect, as if we had special ordered the day to be just like this. As they continued to eat and drink their tea, they started to yawn, and their eyelids began to droop. I suggested they lay down and take a nap.

I got the blankets and spread one of them out, and invited them to lay down. It wasn’t long and they were both asleep. I quickly ran back to the car and brought the camera box back and placed it on one of the benches. I began stripping the girls out of their clothes, starting with their shoes and socks, all the while admiring their beauty. I took off Beth’s shirt, unbuttoning it slowly, as if unwrapping a delicate gift! Then I unsnapped her shorts and tugged them down her shapely thighs, then her legs, then all the way off. My breath caught as I took in the sight of her, and her matching panty and bra set. They were a light pink with tiny yellow flowers. She would have never imagined me ever looking at them like this. Next was her bra, I held her up as I tried to figure out how to unhook it. I had never done this before! I couldn’t do it with one hand, much less trying to hold her up, folded at the waist with one hand while unhooking the bra with the other. I finally figured it out, and laid her down and removed her bra exposing her small perky boobs, with small coral colored nipples topping the quarter size areola. They were the first pair of female breasts I had ever had the privilege of viewing, they were beautiful! I felt them, squeezing them both, then pinched and twisted her nipples gently making them stand at attention. But I couldn’t do this now, I didn’t know how long the girls would be out. Besides, there were other treasures to uncover and explore! I tugged on her panties, working them down over her ass cheeks and hip bones, then all the way off her legs. Her pubic hair was sparse, colored a shade darker than the hair on her head and not covering the thin line demarcating the halves of her pussy. Her inner lips protruded from her major lips by about three quarters of an inch. Her clitoral hood covering her clit was about an inch long and half an inch wide. More exploration was definitely warranted!

If you are wondering how a kid in nineteen sixty eight knows about a pussy, I found a book in the bookcase that was a marriage primer of sorts. It had chapters about all kinds of things a new wife and husband would need to know about in starting their lives together. One chapter had illustrations of both the male and female bodies, full and closeups of their genitalia. All of the various parts were labeled and the text described each part. Another chapter showed illustrations of sexual positions, with the text describing them. It had been a very interesting and illuminating find! I had looked at Playboy Magazine pictures, but they airbrushed pussy lips out of them.