Chapter 8: Sunday

Alex

I stood before the mirror and admired the view. Me, dressed. Gray suit, white shirt, blue tie, black shoes. Hair combed, my St. Andrew medal visible - I even found the cufflinks Great Aunt Claudia gave me for Christmas a couple years ago. I looked sharp. I looked good anyway, but when I dressed for it, I looked damn good.

Mom tapped on my door, "Sweetheart, come on, we're going to be - oh, my!" She stopped and admired the view. "We're going all out this Sunday, aren't we?"

"It works?" I asked her.

She nodded. "It works. You'll have to spend some time fixing your father's closet someday."

We both laughed as we headed downstairs. Dad was already in the car.

We did not go to church late in our household.

I loved my church. I loved everything about it. I loved that I was related to three of the five ministers. I loved the choir. I loved the every curve of every pew. Ok, I wasn't so fond of the lack of air conditioning. But we'd open all the windows and doors and deal with it for a couple hours.

I wasn't one of those guys who was always in the church, mind you. I used to sing and play guitar for the children's choir because my Grandmother made me and my sister join. But that's as far as I got. The church wasn't my life, it was just a really cool place. Oh, and all that God stuff was cool too - love thy neighbor and whatever.

At that moment, however, going to church was just the bonus. I was really just happy to be dressed again. The naked thing, on reflection, was kind of cool and kind of not. I mean, they are just bodies and people shouldn't freak out just because people have sex. But at the same time, we don't need to see all that all the time. I had to laugh at myself; who would ever have thought that I'd think there's a time and place for naked?

We didn't live far from the church so it was a short trip. Dad's a deacon, so he barely parked the car before he hurried for the office. Mom went off to do whatever she does before service and I wandered around to see who else had arrived. I saw Uncle Edward and his family show up - Jean and Joan were in their choir robes.

Beth managed to sneak up on me. "Found a suit that fits?"

I turned planning on saying something in kind but the comment died unborn. Beth looked hot. The dress was perfect on her - it highlighted her figure just right proving that naked isn't always best. It was probably too much cleavage for church but I wasn't about to criticize. "God damn."

She turned slowly. "Thank you. You think Hank will like it?"

"Like I care. Com'on; let's go round back."

"Alex!" She laughed and blushed. "I like Hank."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." She tried to stop grinning but couldn't. "Don't look at me like that!"

"Hey," She didn't like many guys, really, "you want me ta, y'know, kinda lay low for awhile?"

She looked a little uncomfortable for a moment. "Maybe? A little? Just until I know if Hank and I are, y'know, something."

I hugged her. She wasn't expecting it but hugged me back. The ribs hurt like hell but I wasn't about to stop her. I kissed her cheek and let her go. "He hurt you, Ima break his fuckin' kneecaps."

"Alex!" She laughed. "You a hazard."

"Yeah, whatever." I laughed and winced.

"Still hurts?"

"Oh, yeah."

She tilted her head. "And I've lost track. Is this good pain or bad pain?"

"Both." I grinned.

"Sick." She shook her head then looked over my shoulder surprised. "Well that's unexpected."

I turned to see Stephanie and her father arriving for service. Dr. Childs looked normal enough but Stephanie was naked again. "I hope she ain't plannin' ta attend service that way. I mean, com'on! Give it a rest."

"That's what I thought." Said a voice behind me. I back to see Steven standing next to Beth. "I knew Jared was tellin' tails."

"About what?" Beth looked a little suspicious.

"Oh, he said you all had ta be naked ta-day. Said it counted as a school event."

"It's church." I pointed out.

"Yeah, but something must be up." Beth observed. "Too many people here who ain't regulars. I know the Deckers don't usually come here; aren't they Baptists?"

"How the hell I know?" I went to service once with Sondra purely because I was trying to sleep with her at the time. I did know that Doug Alsop wasn't a member of our church so I should not have seen him opening the door for some elderly attendees. "What the fuck..."

Beth pinched me and yelled out, "Jared!" She waved him over. "Why are you naked?"

"The choir concert." He said, pointing to the school bus just arriving. "Didn't you guy know? Our choir is singing so it's a school event."

"This is church." I pointed out again, since everyone seemed to miss that fact.

"Yeah, but it's a school event."

"Yeah, but it's fuckin' church." I blocked Beth's hand. "Don't pinch me again; I ain't playin' now." Clearly, they weren't either. I could see the choir unloading from the bus. Both Gail and Tiffany were naked. "This is not funny." My ribs were throbbing in time with my heartbeat. They itched under the tape which might be very soon the only thing between me and scratching them.

"It's not meant to be."

"There is no fuckin' - freakin'? - there ain't no freakin' way Ima attend Sunday service naked. That's right out."

"Alex..." Beth, I noticed, had made no attempt to undress either. She looked past me and her face fell. "Dad. And Ms. Pat."

Uncle Charles looked just about as dark as I'd ever seen him as he and Ms. Pat headed straight for us. "Alex, Beth, honey, I'm sorry but you gonna need ta head home now. What with your school choir here - didn't even think, been on the calendar uh month, now. Anyhow, you gonna have ta strip if you stay so..."

"OK."

Uncle Charles and I both looked at her with pure disbelief. "Come again?"

She shrugged. "Ok. I don't want to miss service and I wanna hear the concert. OK."

"Oh no now, Missy, I done had enough of this." Uncle Charles looked at me. "You drive?"

"No, but I can borrow Dad's car."

He nodded. "Take her home an'..."

"Mr. McElroy," Ms. Pat cut in, "I must point out that your daughter wants to stay."

"Don't see your point, there."

"My point is that this is part of the program - to adjust our perceptions about ourselves. Not just as individuals - which Beth has done admirably, you should be very proud - but as a community. Rev. Johnson has been very supportive..."

"You uh lie." I snapped. "Rev. Johnson ain't gonna let no naked people sit up in his church on Sunday mornin'."

"Rev. Johnson has been one of the early supporters of the Program." She looked a bit smug.

Uncle Charles rolled his eyes. "Old Rev. Johnson. Young Rev. Johnson not so hot for it."

Except that, Old Rev. Johnson's opinion counts a billion times more than his son's does - even if the younger's been pastor now for a good five years. I'm still not going to service naked but ... but I'm still not going in naked.

"Dad?" Beth took a step closer to Uncle Charles. "Remember what I said Thursday night?"

"Beth, this ain't got nothin' to do with who you wanna date..."

"No, Dad. It's about making my own decisions." She reached back and unzipped her dress. Not even a full second later, she was in just bra and panties. Uncle Charles' blood pressure must have gone from 0 to 60 or whatever blood pressure does because his face turned purple. She was a little pink herself as she unhooked her bra and let that fall. Her panties - a silk pair I bought her actually - followed.

"Wow." The voice behind us made the whole group jump. I looked up to see Hank had joined us.

"Somethin' you need, boy?" Uncle Charles growled at him.

"Uh, no, Sir." He took a step back. "I'll just go in now." He headed for the church. Beth scooped up her clothes and followed in a rush.

"Honey!" was all my Uncle got out. "God damn it."

"She'll be fine, Mr. McElroy." Ms. Pat said.

"Say that when it's your little girl runnin' 'round these hounds." He glared at Jared and Steven, who both took a step back. "Well, boy?" He turned his look on me. "You best undress an' keep an eye on her."

I looked at him for a second before I realized he was serious. "Aw, com'on! I just got dressed! It's church!"

"Alex, you don't have to undress." Ms Pat's tone was not quite deceptively sweet. "You can attend service, dressed. And repeat the Program later in the school year."

"I finished the f-in' Program." I stated flatly. "Today is Sunday; this is church, not school."

"It's a school event being held at a church."

"My church."

"Your church?"

"Yeah. Mine. My home church."

"Your church? Where they know you and love you and accept you for who you are?" She asked. Uncle Charles looked thoughtful at that. "Where they will understand that you are not being disrespectful by being disrobed?"

"Yeah." He said for me.

"They don't know me." I wasn't whining. But the truth was that none of them really knew me. Even God must not really know me otherwise he'd have struck me down by now.

"Alex," Uncle Charles stroked my hair, almost like my Dad would have, "they don't know you in there, ain't a soul on God's earth know you." He chuckled. "An' God seen you naked by now." He looked at Ms. Pat. "This the last time the boy gotta go through this?"

"The last event."

"Ima hold you to that."

I came to church so I could have one sin-free day a week. I really needed that this week - some place I wasn't worried about what I'd done wrong that morning or what I was going to do wrong that afternoon. I repented, God redeemed. At least for now; Hell to pay didn't even cover what God was likely to do to me after this life. But the point was, God had little enough reason to love me. I didn't need to go in his house and sit naked on his bench. I looked at my uncle and Ms. Pat. "I'll wait in the car." I said finally. The car, of course, was locked. I sat on the hood. I think I would have killed for a cigarette.

Beth

I found Alex in the parking lot, sitting on the hood of Uncle George's car. He looked miserable even from the back. He glanced over his shoulder at me then looked at the churchyard again. "What?"

"Service about ta start." He didn't react. "I could order you, you know."

"Peanut fuckin' butter."

I stood there for a minute. I really had no idea what was wrong with him and I really felt terrible that I didn't know. "Maybe you should call Peter..."

"Maybe you should just go in already."

"Just ... what is it? Maybe I can help."

"Beth..." he sighed, " ... you can't. Thanks. It's just me. I'm fucked up."

I thought about it for a minute then made the offer I didn't want to make. "Would you go in if I got dressed again?"

"You can't go in you get dressed. You'd have ta re-do the whole damn week."

"I know."

He looked at me. Then he got up, came over and took my hands. "You 'bout as sweet as they come, you know somethin'?" He kissed me and for a minute, I really forgot where we were. He pulled back before I did. "Go on back in. Ima be fine."

"Life'd be a lot easier we weren't related." I sighed.

"Amen." He took a step back from me. "You best go on back in or Ima do more-n that."

I shrugged. "I'll just hang out with you."

He looked at me oddly. "Thought you wanted to see how this Hank thing work out."

"What, I hang out with you we gotta fool around?"

"You hangin' out like that? Oh yeah."

I blushed. "Jerk."

"You the one all hot."

"You the one all bothered."

"So that make us both hot an' bothered, right?"

"I'm not bothered a bit." I said glancing backward. This could get really awkward if anyone actually noticed us. When I looked back at him, he'd turned serious.

"Yeah. You not. You should be." He sat back on the hood again. "Go on back in. Hank waitin', right?"

"Likely." I wasn't going back in without him.

He looked at me; I looked at him. The church bells rang - in fifteen minutes service would start.

"I'm not goin' in there naked." He said. "You can forget that."

"Ok." I didn't know what to say to that. I really didn't get it - he'd been naked all week. Then it hit me - he had been naked all week. School - even the away game - hadn't bothered him a bit. It was only here, at church, that he was resisting at all. I tried to think of all the times Alex, Peter and I talked but I couldn't remember anything that would explain it. Peter would know, I thought mournfully, Peter would get this exactly. "Maybe Peter..."

"Peter can't fix this." He looked at the ground. "No one can."

"Fix what?"

"Fix me."

"Fix you?"

He sighed. "Forget it. Go on in. Ain't no point in both us missin' service."

"You'll miss the choir." I tried - he loved our choir. "Aunt Candice is singin'."

He looked almost longingly at the building. "Open a window for me. I can listen ta Grandma from here."

I started to get frustrated and I could hear the organist begin. People would be moving toward their favorite seats; Dad would be looking at the door again. "Alex, just tell me. There's nothin' 'bout you need ta be fixed. You already been naked a week; how's a couple more hours gonna make a difference?"

"I was naked at school."

"So?"

"So who cares? Those people don't make a difference - fuck 'em! That's damn near our whole family in there, Beth! Ima know these people my whole life! I don't want them ta know what I really am!" He got up and started pacing in the small space between the cars. "I mean, shit! Ima dick, I know that and at school who the fuck cares? But here - these people matter. Shit, God matters! Dressed, I look like everybody else. I go in there naked, they gonna see what I really am. They gonna see Ima fucked up little shit!" He threw himself against the roof of the car and I grabbed him. He was shaking. He was crying and saying things like 'I'm going to hell' and 'God hates me'.

"God loves you, Alex," was all I could think to say to him. "An' even if he doesn't, I do."

He laughed, even through the tears, and sniffed loudly. "Oh yeah; that's just the same thing. My fuckin' cousin loves me." He dropped his arms around me and hugged me hard for a minute.

I could hear the choir softly in the distance - their version of "Storms of Troubled Times". Aunt Candice must have a telepathic link to Alex. I slipped my hands down and began unbuttoning his jacket, then his shirt. He loosened his grip on me and let me undo his tie. In one move, I took all three off his shoulders. I tried to smile at him and he sniffed loudly but put his arms down so I could take everything off. "Alex, the only thing they gonna see in there is a teen with a bandaged chest." The last time I undressed Alex, we fucked for hours; it was a bad thing to think about just before church. I got his pants and boxers down to his knees and somehow avoided rubbing my cheek against his very not-erect penis - a first in my experience - as I squat down to make him step out of them. "With really expensive shoes. Aren't those Peter's?"

"He gave 'em to me."

"Gave?"

He almost smiled. "Ok. Lent an' ain't been back home ta take 'em back."

I took his hand and lead him to the church door. We stood in the doorway listening to the last chorus of the song. "You right, Alex. Everybody you love, practically, in this room. But did it ever even once occur to you that we all know you a jerk and we love you anyway?"

He made a weird choking sound and looked away from me but his grip on my hand tightened. I saw him wipe his face. "Bitch." His whispered but the tone was anything but angry. I tried to find Hank in the crowd but couldn't tell the back of his head from any other. Alex tugged slightly and we started to turn toward the side aisle.

Old Rev. Johnson stood up and took the podium as the choir sat down. "Would the members of the new school program please come join me?"

Alex and I exchanged a look. "Fuck." He muttered. I'd have pinched him if I hadn't wanted to say it myself. We were joined down the center aisle by the whole group. Even Van-chi had come.

"Look at what God has made." Rev. Johnson said. "These are your children, all colors, all gifts. And they are beautiful and they are good and they are worthy. God has blessed us with them and through them." There were a few quiet 'amen's as the Rev began preaching about how noble we were and how the Program was nothing the community should fear or reject. "To those of you who fear the gifts God has given us I say we are all naked before the Lord." The congregation gasped and I looked behind us at the podium. Rev. Johnson was picking his robe up from the floor, naked as we were. Young Rev. Johnson was covering his face in a gesture of abject exasperation.

The Reverend picked up the mic and had the two boys nearest him - Zac and Khalid as it happened - to move the podium next to the choir stand. Then, he asked the congregation to turn to a chapter and verse. He began his sermon. I couldn't remember the last time the old pastor preached but I guessed it would be a long time before anyone forgot this service! Old Rev. Johnson was in his early 70's and looked it. He looked almost brittle but he preached with energy that seemed to come from somewhere outside himself. He seemed more alive than I'd seen him since Granddad's wedding. It made me wonder if the reason he always seemed so old and tired is because he wasn't preaching - that maybe that was what had given him energy in the first place. He certainly was still a brilliant minister; by the time the choir sang their second song, half the congregation was on their feet and shouting their 'amen's.

Some of them were even naked.

By the time our regular service ended and the choir concert began, there were a lot of naked people. Not too many, of course, but more than a handful which was a shock at that. There were four guest choirs and each did three songs. Then they all joined together and sang "Amazing Grace" as one group. It was overwhelming to hear all those voices at once. I glance over at Alex, his head bowed and hands clasped, and was happier than I could say that he hadn't missed it.

Finally, everything ended and most people began to move either to the parking lot or to the dining hall, Daddy found me in the crowd. He nearly picked me up and hugged me. My Daddy was one of the naked people. I don't know why. I just hugged him back.

Alex

My suit was still on the ground by Dad's car when I finally got out to it after service and dinner and everything else. The car next to ours had been careful not to drive over it as they pulled out of the space. I picked it up and debated if there was any point in putting it back on. Steph had invited a bunch of us back over to her place and she and her Father had been butt naked when they walked home.

I thought about that morning and all the stress I went through. I realized there were some things I needed to think about. I really thought Peter had fixed me. I was wrong. Going into that church naked scared the fuck out of me. If Beth hadn't been holding my hand I could not have done it. Could not. Almost didn't anyway. Rev. Johnson's sermon just made me feel more like satan's spawn. I wasn't entirely sure, but I had the sneaking suspicion that Beth likely saved my life that day. It was an unnerving idea that I didn't like any more than any other idea I'd had that day.

I realized that I was still staring at my clothes and decided on a course of action for that at least. Shirt and pants. I had Mom's keys so I threw the jacket, tie and my boxers in the trunk. I thought about taking one of the painkillers they gave me but I was kind of enjoying the throbbing pain that had settled around my chest. If it got any worst, I could probably find so aspirin somewhere.

I headed back to the dining hall. Immediately I knew Uncle Charles and Aunt Elizabeth had left because Beth and Hank were kissing by the doorway. I leaned in close to Hank's ear. "Hurt her an' Ima break you inta bait-size pieces." He jumped back from her and I cracked a smile as I walked away in search of Mom.

I found her, Grandma and Aunt Rachael gossiping with Ms. Johnson and a couple other old church women. She took her keys but held my hand. "Where are you off to now?"

I shrugged. "Hang out a minute then head ova ta Steph's."

"It's a school night."

"Yeah, Ma, I know." I rolled my eyes. "I'll come home or I'll call."

She rolled her eyes. "I'll come home or I'll call." She mimicked. "When did you get grown?" She brushed some dust from my shirt. "You take your meds?"

"Yes, Ma."

"Really?"

"Yes, Ma!"

"Such a liar." She brushed more dust. "Are you sure you don't want to go home and change?"

"Ma..."

"Ok! Ok! Wear the pollen covered shirt, I don't care. You'll be home by 10?"

"Or I'll call. Yes, Ma."

"Ok. Love you."

She tiled her chin up and I took the hint and kissed her cheek. "Love you, Ma." For an instant, I wanted to really kiss her. Sick, twisted, perverted ... but ... Bunny ... Yeah, I needed serious help. "Later." She let me go and I wandered off to see if any one going to Steph's party was still around.

I found Doug Alsop offering to give Carol a ride over. My Carol. My fucking Carol.

"I should find Alex." I heard her say. "I don't think he even knows I'm here."

"Alex." Doug repeated. Just the name I'm sure he wanted to hear. "Y'know, he's ... he ain't ... never mind. Let's go find Alex." He turned and saw me. "Oh look, there he is." His voice was virtually dripping with venom.

My first instinct was to drop him like a bad habit. We weren't at school; pounding him wasn't as likely to get me suspended. He deserved it - moving in on Carol just the way he moved in on Lisa. That was what got the paperweight I use as a brain started.

I actually did feel kind of bad about Doug and Lisa. And I wasn't sure how I felt about Carol - jealous instinct aside, let's face it. At some point, I was going to get tired of her being a total wimp and dump her. It was probably better to get rid of her now, if I could. Carol was talking but I ignored her - girls like her are easy to ignore anyway. "Doug, dude, listen. About last week. Totally my fault, right?" He started it but I wasn't going to hold that against him if I could pawn Carol off on him. "Look, you hear 'bout this Watch Dog thing?"

"Yeah. What about it?"

"We need more guys an' I figure you know trouble when you see it. I mean, you spotted me, right?"

He seemed to think it over like I was serious, and actually, as I really thought about it, he was a good choice. "Who else?"

"Most of the football team. An' Tank. An' I don't know who - I'm supposed to figure that out. Actually, I kinda need help with that. I was hoping, y'know, since we both gotta be in the office Monday morning, we could talk about it then."

He looked at Carol then back at me. "You are in charge of the Watch Dogs?"

I shrugged. "My idea. I think it's kinda fox guardin' the hen house, myself."

"Yeah. Kinda." He shook his head. "Yeah, I'm in. I guess Monday's ok."

"Cool." I glanced at Carol. "Hey. Later." I walked off, knowing she was stunned and hurt and hoping that Doug was as nice a guy as I thought he was. Carol didn't follow me, which I took as a good sign. I found myself headed back to the main door and figured it might be best to just walk over to Steph's place. I started in that direction and had only gotten a block or so - a long block, according to my ribs - when a horn honked and someone called my name. I looked up as Van, Gail, Tiffany, and Tank pulled up next to me.

"Need a lift?" Gail asked as Tiff opened the back door.

"Hop in!" She said cheerfully. "I can sit in Tank's lap."

She moved over and I watched Tank's face turn twelve shades of red.

"How's it hangin' Tank?" I asked. I had to restrain the temptation to reach under his leg and check myself. "You two pretty tight these days; you two, y'know, a thing?"

"Al-lex!" Gail and Tiff had the same timing and inflection.

"Just askin'."

"We haven't even gone out yet." Tiffany blushed.

Gail leaned over the front seat. "Implying that you planning on going out?"

"Gail," Van poked her shoulder, "you're blocking my view."

She settled back into the passenger seat. "Are you?"

Tiff looked at Tank and blushed again. "I don't know. Maybe."

"Why Tank!" I bat my eyelashes at him. "I thought you were taking me out!"

Everyone laughed except Tank and Tiffany bat my shoulder. "Al-lex! I swear!"

"Ooo, you hit hard. Maybe I oughta ask you out before he does."

"I'll just say no." She smiled at Tank. "I waiting for the right invitation."

Judging by the look on Tank's face, she'll be waiting a long damn time. Tiff was clearly smitten and utterly blind to Tank's discomfort. I was spared trying not to say anything stupid by Van parking in Steph's driveway. Food was out back as usual and Steph found me a couple aspirin when I asked.

On my way back to the party, I passed a couple making out in one of the bedrooms. Khalid I recognized but not the girl. I tried to get a better look and the floorboard creaked and they both looked up at me. Ms. Hanes the chemistry teacher. The old lady teacher, I mean not some hot, young, just out of college thing; Ms. Hanes had to be forty at least. Khalid sprang up and pulled me into the hallway.

"Dude, look..."

"Ms. Hanes? Dude, Ms. Hanes?"

"Vivian is..."

"Vivian?"

"Alex! You cannot tell anyone about this. I mean anyone! Look," he glanced around us then lowered his voice. "Vivian has agreed to be my guardian starting this year. My parents have already started the paperwork."

"What does that mean?"

"It means I'm on the fast track to getting my citizenship instead of depending on my Dad's visa status! You cannot tell anyone about us. It would totally screw everything up."

"Dude, she's like, 40!"

"I don't care how old she is, Alex, I love her."

I opened my mouth and stopped. "Dude!" then after a pause, "Are you shittin' me?"

"No, I am not shitting you!" He snapped. "My parents leave next year. I have to get through three more years and then we can get married."

"To stay in this country?"

He hit me in the back of the head. "To stay with her dumbass!"

"Dude that is fucked up!" But I had to grin. "You do her yet?"

He hit me again. "Are you gonna tell anyone?"

"Hey you the one makin' out with the door open." His face fell as he thought about how many people could have seen them and I did laugh at him. "Just keep the door shut." I shook my head as I headed back downstairs. "Doofus."

Beth

Dr. Childs left only a few minutes after Hank and I arrived. Stephanie immediately declared the swimming pool and the volleyball court clothing free zones and badgered anyone still dressed into stripping.

Then she announced Relief.

"I don't know about anyone else, but I haven't had any relief in two whole days and I'm going crazy! So, new Child house rule: Anyone naked can ask for relief. I need a volunteer!" There were several offers but she chose Clay, one of the guys in the choir. He had her sit on the backyard table and began eating her without any hesitation. A small crowd gathered around them.

I looked at Hank - I had stayed naked after church and he stripped when we arrived. "Getting any ideas?"

"No." He said calmly.

"Oh." I sat there for a minute. It hadn't actually occurred to me that he wasn't interested in doing more than kissing me. Then again, I am a slut so why would he want to do more than that. I got up and slipped into the pool to swim a few million laps. When my hand touched the side closest to him again, someone grabbed it. I looked up to see him holding my hand.

He got into the water and slipped his arms around me. "I'm not getting any ideas watching Stephanie because I've had the same idea ever since you stripped for me this morning."

"I didn't strip for you."

"You didn't see it from my angle. Looked like you planned it just for me." I couldn't help blushing. "But I don't wanna do something you don't enjoy."

"Like what?"

"Well, I mean, if you don't, y'know, O, I don't want to just do something that's frustrating."

"Oh." Actually, just standing in the water with him was pretty nice. "I enjoy everything. I just don't explode."

"It's not annoying?"

"If it goes on too long, yeah, but it can be just nice."

"What's too long?"

"I don't know. An hour? Like that."

He laughed. "An hour? After watching you in class, I was thinking like three minutes was too much! An hour?" He lifted me up onto the edge of the pool - with me fighting and giggling. He stopped the giggles when he pulled my face down to his. I was getting used to letting him initiate all kisses - it was certainly less painful for my forehead. While we kissed, I could feel his fingers gliding up and down my thighs. I shivered at the thought of him touching me 'down there'. When his fingertips finally parted my lips, I groaned deeply. He replied with a groan of his own. I couldn't reach anything but his hair but he had full access to me. When his fingers gently twisted my clit, I gasped. He let go of my mouth and switched to my nipples. I moaned and noticed - distractedly - that a crowd was beginning to form around us. I couldn't focus on anything other than his fingers and his lips and tongue. He was very deliberate, each time his fingers moved, it was to do something specific to me, not just to generally stroke or caress. It made me crazy. I whimpered when his lips finally release my nipple and didn't grab the other one. But my disappointment was short lived. His lips touched my thigh as his arms pushed them a bit wider. His hair brushed against the inside of my leg and I actually quivered. When his tongue lapped my slit, I fell backward. Someone behind me caught my shoulders and lowered me back onto a towel. I arched and wiggled as Hank's tongue and lips explored my every crevice. I heard someone moan and couldn't tell if it was me, Hank or someone else. I hated getting so worked up but it felt so good - even without the big orgasmic finish.