Chapter 21

"Hey Barb, what are you doing awake so early?" Marnie asked noticing the time, 6:30.

"I'm sorry Marnie, I didn't mean for you to have to wake up too. I just couldn't sleep any more." Barbara said.

"What's wrong? Didn't yesterday's event take the load off your shoulders?" Marnie asked.

"Yes, thank you. I feel better about all of that." Barbara said. "It's just that I am feeling strange down, ah, well you know, down here and here." She said, referring to her crotch and rear holes.

"Felling kind of stretched, worked over, a little tender, maybe even a little itchy? Tension building up because you can't do much directly about it?" Marnie asked knowingly. Barbara nodded embarrassed. "I've got that too. Maybe today, certainly tomorrow, we are going to have the hornies real bad." Barbara looked on worried as Marnie continued. "That's what I was telling you about. What happened to us was like pulling that train thing. A thorough work over down there can have a profound effect on your sex drive. That's why I was asking if you thought you could handle the tiger."

"What do you do about it?" Barbara asked meekly.

"We're gonna have to feed the tiger, Babe. That's all there is to it." Marnie said with authority.

"Oh my god, how am I going to do that. George is thousands of miles away." Barbara exclaimed with panic.

"Well, it's not like this place is without its possibilities." Marnie offered.

"What are you saying?"

"Well, let's just get up, be first in line for breakfast, and join some of the sporting events. We can attack it from getting ourselves exhausted first." Marnie directed.

"Okay." Barbara responded tentatively.

"Hey Paul, where have you been." Brad said, referring to the time 9:45.

"Hi Brenda. I got a little tied up. I'm glad you waited." Paul explained.

"Are you sure this is going to be okay?" Brenda asked.

"We won't be able to stay very long, because if someone stops and looks in, they will see us if they stand over there." Paul warned. "I don't think our dad would appreciate our doing this behind his back." Brad nodded his concordance.

They went over to the machine and Paul turned it on. He leaned on a counter and smiled at Brenda as the machine got itself up to speed. "I hope you still like me after you see what is on those pictures. They are more than snapshots." Brenda warned.

"You've had me dreaming about them, ever since earlier today." Paul said.

"Looks like it's ready." Brenda pointed out to the distracted Paul.

As the first pictures started to roll out, they all squeezed in tight to see. Jimmy had trouble getting a view so Brenda took batches and handed them to him. "Why do we need four copies of each shot?" Jimmy asked.

"We all get a set, don't we?" Paul responded.

"Yeah, we're all partners remember?" Brad reminded.

Brenda glanced down and smiled to herself when she noticed the bulge Paul was adjusting in his pants on the sly. Jimmy was in seventh heaven not only because he had new pictures for his book, but that everyone acted as if they liked his photography, the real appreciation being somewhat lost on him.

"Golly, Brenda. You had sex with yourself in front of Jimmy?" Paul asked, as the dildo shots started rolling off.

"Cool!" Brad added.

"Well, yes. We were following the action on a video." Brenda said, now embarrassed with Paul saying it out loud. "It is a natural thing. Why shouldn't he be able to see it?" She added defensively.

"Yeah! We were being professional. Right Brenda?" Jimmy voiced up in her defense.

"I don't know, it's just that we could all get in trouble from these, I think." Paul said.

"If everyone keeps the partnership quiet and the pictures private, what could go wrong, right?" Brad asked.

"So Brenda, you got a boyfriend or what?" Paul asked.

"No one special, how about you?" Brenda replied.

"Yeah, he's got one. Miss Prissy. If she ever saw these, she'd bust a gasket." Brad interrupted.

"I suppose I do. Her name is Donna, but I've been thinking about cutting it off." Paul said sheepishly.

"Are you sure? I wouldn't want to be responsible for any trouble in your situation, after you have been so nice to help us out." Brenda said flirtatiously.

"When are you through looking after Jimmy here?" Paul asked.

"The Crandels get back in tomorrow night. We have to pick them up at 5:30." Brenda explained.

"What are you doing after that?" Paul probed.

"My mom is overseas, and my dad is home alone, so I guess I could just about do anything I wanted."

"Would you like to get together later on Sunday evening?" Paul asked.

"Sure that would be okay. Call me at Crandels' tomorrow." Brenda said.

Jimmy and Brad were busy dividing up the pictures in equal piles while Brenda and Paul talked. "Well that's it." Paul finally said. "Time to get the hell out of here."

"Hey Jimmy, is it okay if I spend the night? Brad asked outside the shop.

Jimmy wanted a valid reason to say "no" to come to him. Short of that, he wanted Brenda to say "No" for him. He was looking forward to having time with her alone. He looked at Brenda hoping she would save him, while trying to appear to Brad that he was advocating for it to happen. Brenda was not happy about Brad inviting himself over, nor the extra responsibility, but offered, "If you mind me and do exactly as I say, when I say it, no fuss, no argument, I guess it would be okay. Just remember, if you don't mind me, I'll take you home right away. Is that agreeable to you?"

"Cool. Yeah you can be the boss again." He conceded.

Jimmy was disappointed, but as long as Brenda and Brad were at peace, "things might be fun." He thought.

Once back at the house Brad asked, "Can we watch that video you guys were talking about?"

"Which video, the ones we modeled or the one we made of the modeling." Jimmy said, not realizing he was spilling beans.

"You two made a video?" Brad said enthusiastically. "Let's see that."

"Jimmy." Brenda said sounding disappointed in him. Jimmy looked sorry for letting it out. "You've seen the pictures. It's the same thing."

"No it's not the same. I am a partner that couldn't be there for the shoot. You have a video of the shoot right? Well, this gives me a chance to be part of the shoot." He argued.

"That score was settled at the mall, remember? You had me naked in public. That was a big price to let you in on this." Brenda argued back. Then she called his bluff, "If you see the video, you see me naked more times than is necessary, so the only way you can even it out is if you watch it naked." She offered, thinking it was an offer he would have to refuse.

"Sure, no problem, Jimmy go get the tape." Brad said, to Brenda's shock, as he began unbuttoning his shirt.

Jimmy ran upstairs and brought down the camera, which he plugged into the television. Brad sat on the couch with his hands over his crotch as the tape began. Jimmy monitored Brenda and Brad's reaction to each other. Brenda was not getting the level of humiliation and embarrassment from Brad that she would have hoped for. "So Brad, why don't you take your hands away, it's not being truly naked if you keep parts of you covered up."

Brad slowly and sheepishly put his hands at his sides. He was starting to get pubic hair and his cock and balls were already maturing. He tried to watch the video, but Brenda kept on distracting him. "Nice equipment you are starting to get there." She said, to get a reaction from him. "What's that I see, is it straightening out? Is it coming to attention?" She began taking off her blouse. "Is it hot in here, or is it just me?" She said. "Jimmy, you may get that lesson you've been waiting for, tonight" She said, removing her clothes down to just her bra and panties. "Jimmy, why don't you advance that tape to some free space, and let's make some more video, an instructional video."

Jimmy did as Brenda suggested. Brad was turning red. He was fixated on the sensuous movements of Brenda's body as she moved around him on the couch, gliding an index finger around his face and up and down his arms and his legs. His cock was fully engorged and he wanted someone, something to touch it. Despite the embarrassment of his situation, he wasn't about to touch it himself in front of Brenda. Jimmy had run for the tripod while the tape was advancing. When he was all set up, Brad was positioned mortified in the middle of the couch, practically sitting on his hands to avoid the urge to touch his penis and end the frustration and tension built up in his groin.

When Jimmy gave Brenda the sign that he was ready to roll, Brenda gave him a nod and began to speak when she saw the red light, "We are here on the set of JimBren Instructional Video Enterprises, hey Jimmy that spells 'JIVE",... bringing you today the lesson on 'Young Male Sexual Function'. Meet our subject Brad." Brenda was narrating as she signaled Jimmy in for a close up of Brad on the couch. "As you can see, Brad has the common condition in young boys called a 'boner'. Brad would you like to say anything to the audience?"

Brad looked up at the camera meekly, forced a shy smile, and gave a feeble wave. "Brad here likes to touch peoples' crotches, I know. Most of all, he likes to touch his own, but we'll get to that later."

"No." Brad protested, but went immediately back to smiling for the camera.

"The first part of this lesson is exploring the sensitivities of the male reproductive organs." Brenda said sidesaddling up to him on the couch and pointed as she narrated. "First we have the nipples here. They are sensitive and can give both pleasure and pain due to this sensitivity. See here." She coaxed them erect, then she pinched and twisted them.

"Ouch! What are you doing?" Brad said angrily.

"See what I mean? They are very sensitive and often overlooked on the male animal. Next we have the penis. Yes this stiff appendage poking out at you here." She said touching the very tip with the pad of her index finger. Then she traced her finger down the underside to his balls, which she hefted and held to the camera in her open hand. "It is attached by tubing inside to these called testicles or balls or nuts, whatever. These hold what makes this boy a man. Why these sensitive numbers are on the outside, we'll never know." She flicked a finger into one of them. Both Brad and Jimmy winced in pain. "You see, they are the weakest link in the male body." Brad sat with his eyes rolled back under closed lids to will away the pain, breathing deeply, not breaking from his position sitting on his hands. "But, they can also be the seat of intense pleasure, you see." She said as she started to gently and sensuously massage the danglers. "Now for some demonstrations of the pleasure zones." She said, then to Brad she instructed, "slouch down and let those knees hang apart." She reinforced her stage direction by placing his feet apart.

Brenda walked around the room picking up things after telling Jimmy to pause the camera. Brad was content to wait in position and merely following her movements around the room with his eyes as much as he could. She left briefly to the kitchen and returned with several items she kept hidden behind her back. "Okay Jimmy, you can roll again." Then to the camera, "Okay Ladies and Gentlemen, it is all about touch. Not touch as in 'touch something to it' like this." She said as she pulled out a fly-swatter and placed it both as a pointer and as a toucher, partly on his balls, but mostly on his cock. "Does that do anything for you?" She asked Brad. He was actually excited by the whole thing. "Well I guess a little, but a sudden touch like this," she swatted his balls and the underside of his penis, "is definitely out." Brad leaned forward making an "O" with his mouth. "It's really about touch with movement to create friction." She said moving the swatter up and down over the area, bringing Brad's enthusiasm back.

Brenda then chose a glass egg from Mrs. Crandel's crystal collection. "Now the touch can be too hard like this." She said as she rolled the heavy egg around the area, causing Brad to wince each time it pressured his own eggs. "Or it can be too light, like this." She said as she took a feather duster to it. This she kept up to torment him, to make him beg for relief. Brad lurched his hips up into the duster in futile attempts at increasing the pressure and sensation. Finally, when he was sweating, and precum was apparent, she said, "Then there are his fingers, which are just right."

She took his hand from under his butt and placed it on his cock. He was mortified. He was embarrassed. He was about to go insane from needing to relieve himself. "Now there are two ways to get relief in this situation. You can start to rub it like Brad is about to do, or you can just cut the problem off with something like this." She said brandishing a chef's knife from the kitchen for the camera.

That was all the incentive bread needed. He started wanking his cock, with the camera rolling, oblivious eventually to it and the others in the room. Brenda sat beside him and nonchalantly held a tray of butter, in case he wanted some. He was about to cum, opened his eyes, and without skipping beats, absentmindedly grabbed some butter and slicked up just in time to erupt a young horny lad's rope of cum at the camera, almost hitting it.

Several lurches later, Jimmy exclaimed, "Ooooo Brad, what a mess!"

Then Brenda placed herself in front of the camera again. "And there you have it, that's the way it is done, the young man sexual response right before your very eyes." Then she stepped out of the camera's way again to allow Jimmy to capture a closing shot of Brad dazed and confused on the couch. "Cut." Brenda finally said. "It's a wrap."

She sat next to Brad and patted his leg. "You're star material, great job. Now why don't you take a shower and get ready for bed. I'll see if there are any bedclothes you'll be able to borrow. Jimmy, I think it is time for us to get ready for bed too. Why don't you go take your bath." She said with a wink. "I'll be up to help if you need it."

While Jimmy drew the bath and brushed his teeth, Brenda looked and found some pajamas of Mr. Crandel's and took them to the shower, but Brad wasn't there. She went back down stairs and found him huddled up in a fetal position fast asleep, so she took a clean sheet and a couple of blankets and covered him up for the night. When she got back up to the bathroom, Jimmy was stepping in. "Does my favorite young man to sit for, need any help?"

"I sure do. Tonight I think I need help all over."

Brenda took off her bra and panties and stepped into the tub. "What about Brad?" Jimmy asked.

"Fast asleep downstairs, I'm afraid." Brenda related.

Jimmy beamed as Brenda was on hands and knees facing him, reaching out with a washcloth to wash him starting at the neck. Jimmy went straight for the jets on the Jacuzzi. "You devil you." Brenda said surprised but pleased. She was making little pretense now about wanting to stay in the path of the jet aimed at her nether region. She closed her eyes, dropped her head, and when Jimmy started to play with her nipples with his toes, she did nothing to stop him. She reared her head on occasion, and on one such moment, Jimmy slid forward, put his shoulder up under her chin and locked in his neck to her neck, as he rested his head on her shoulder. With her heavy breathing, he cupped his hands on her hanging breasts. As her chest heaved, he stroked her nipples as they pressed into his fingers. He took one hand and reached down along her cleavage trying to reach the curly hairs he had stroked the day before. Brenda's hips were moving and jutting back into the jet so much, that he couldn't quite reach his mark, so he amused himself by gliding his straight arm back and forth across her breasts and stomach. Brenda was now undulating. Jimmy couldn't keep constant contact with her front, so he contented himself with just holding on to her nipples while she went through the throes of her orgasm.

He found himself supporting her listless head on his shoulder, then he started to realize that she was sobbing. Jimmy moved his head away, held her by the shoulders and said earnestly, "Brenda I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. Really I didn't."

Brenda pulled herself together to sidle up close to hug him, "Jimmy, you didn't do anything wrong, you're sweet to me. I don't think you could ever hurt me. It's just me, I'm the one who is wrong. I hope some day I'll be forgiven."

"Brenda, you're my angel you don't need to be forgiven, you're the best."

"Thank you Jimmy. Let's get you to bed."

"Are you going to make me start off in my own bed again tonight?" Jimmy asked.

"Kinda silly hunh. We both know where you are going to end up, don't we."

Jimmy nodded with a smile.

"You hop into bed. I've got to check in with my dad on the phone and clean up that mess on the carpet before it's totally dry."

"The food is good around here don't you think?" Marnie asked.

"I'm so hungry today, I feel like I haven't eaten in a week." Barbara replied.

"So there are two ways we could go. We could take the boat to organized games on another island, or we could just put in our own workout here with swimming, tennis, and who knows." Marnie offered from the booklet.

"Let's do the organized games for today, and then workout on our own tomorrow. Does that sound okay to you Marn?"

"Works for me." Marnie replied. "So what do you think about these costumes we're given to wear?"

"The good thing is that we don't have to compete for attention with our clothes. Somehow it is more natural this way. The bad thing is that the only avenue left to play with is how we wear them to reveal more to the eye." Barbara said.

"The way I see this place is, that it's patronized by pretty uninhibited people in the first place, given the costumes, the fantasy offerings, the open and friendliness of the other guests. If you wanted to go around buck nekked, it would pass here." Marnie said. "Let's take a better look at this brochure... Hmmm, says here there are two levels of participation, Class A and Class B. We must have missed that part in the orientation."

"What's the difference?" Barbara asked.

"Well the Class A involvement includes all levels of participation, which is a different level of games, soirees, and some fantasy packages are not available to Class B participants.

"What does it cost for the Class A participation?" Barbara asked.

"There's no cost, just a medical exam." Marnie reported. "With a Clean Health Certificate, we get access to all events. We just need to report to the medical office. No appointments necessary, apparently, shall we?"

"Sure, why not. If it opens up more options, then we will have more choices, right?" Barbara suggested.

At the medical office, they were greeted warmly and only had to wait five minutes before they were led to examining rooms. The usual vital signs were measured, blood was taken and each received a thorough gynecological exam looking for warts, lesions, etc., including sensitivity testing in the area. Marnie asked, "What is this all for?"

The Dr. replied, "It is for your protection. All participants at the Class A level are free of all known STD's and other communicable diseases, as best as we can determine. If you want to have relations with anyone while you are here, your best bet is to be sure they are Class A with a CHC, or you run greater risks."

"When will we know your findings?" Marnie asked.

"What are you doing today?"

"We are taking the outing boat to the Island Games."

"We'll be able to let you know by then. Everything looks good so far. Subject to the serum tests, I'm sure you are a Class A participant."

Marnie thanked the doctor and met Barbara in the reception area. Walking back to their room Barbara asked, "Did you find out what this is all about?"

"Yeah, it's a determination of our fuckability."

"Marnie!"

"Sorry. Basically, if we plan to do anything extracurricular, we need to make sure it is with a Class A guest."

"I don't plan to cheat on George here."

"It also affects the groups we can join and fantasy packages we can take advantage of." Marnie explained.

"Oh, okay." Barbara said.

"Why don't we get some sun before the boat leaves."

"I'm game." Barbara said.

"Shhh, don't let any sex crazed hunters around here hear you say that." Marnie said jokingly.

"Marnie, you're getting pretty horny, aren't you?"