Naked in School
Freedom to be Free
Chapter 16 - Soccer Camp
On Monday morning, Connor offered to give Drew a ride to the soccer camp facility. It was only three miles away on a direct line, but the most direct route there was blocked by two major highways, making the trip somewhat longer, so getting a ride there was practically essential.
“We’ll need to use the bike today,” Connor told Drew. “Frantz says that he’s okay with us looking for a car for ourselves, maybe before the summer’s over.”
“Yeah. I don’t care for that riding in bad weather we had to do sometimes. You know how to get to the camp?”
Connor grinned, “I don’t, but my phone nav app does. Let’s go.”
The first day was for the staff alone; they needed to set up the camp; the soccer campers would be coming Tuesday. This was an extended day camp, so there would be no overnight campers. When Drew and Connor arrived at the parking lot, there was a large amount of activity going on with a number of people unloading several trucks and carrying tables, folding chairs, bags of balls, and other items needed for the camp, over to the turf field, so Drew and Connor pitched in and helped in the carrying.
After several minutes, Coach Adcock came out of a little office trailer set up at the end of the parking area, and two other adults followed her. Adcock saw Drew, waved, and called her over. They went into a tent pavilion set up next to the trailer.
“Welcome, Drew,” she said. “Let me introduce you. Coaches, this is Drew Harper, our high-school state first-team defensive player from Hershey, Pennsylvania. Drew, these are Head Coach Leonard Walker, the camp director and men’s soccer coach at Loyola, and Coach Janice Graham, girls’ coach at Arundel High School.”
“Welcome, Drew,” Walker said and shook her hand; then Graham did. “After we get everything set up, we’ll get the rest of the staff over here and get your final sign-ups done and talk about our camp program. You can leave your gear here and we’ll check on the crew setting up.”
They went over to the crew carrying the items and directed where they should be placed; then Connor came over to Drew.
“Hi, Coach Adcock, you others too. Drew, I’ll take off now, sweetie. Pick you up at 7?” he asked.
Walker looked at him with a puzzled expression. “But weren’t you were working with the setup crew? I don’t recognize you...”
Adcock interrupted, “Oh, Len, he’s with Drew. Came to my school in April, when I met her.” She looked at Connor appraisingly. “I don’t recall your name...”
“It’s Connor Martin, Coach.”
“You were helping the setup?” Adcock asked.
“Sure; two guys needed another hand, so I’ve been helping. Hope that wasn’t a problem?”
Adcock looked at Walker. “Len, could he be a possibility? Connor, can you wait a few minutes to talk—do you have to be somewhere?”
“No ma’am... I don’t understand...”
“We’ve had two last-minute counselor cancellations, so we’re short-handed for camper supervision. You appear to be very athletic and...”
“Coach? I don’t play soccer.”
Walker spoke then. “What Coach Adcock was getting to is that you might be able to help us. Like how you pitched in to help the crew carry stuff. We find ourselves short on a camper counselor and a fitness coach, not soccer instructors. We need someone to supervise the 13 to 15 group. And our strength and conditioning coach had to pull out too. We’re wondering if we could recruit you for a job here, if you’re available this summer. Do you know the camp’s schedule?”
“Yes sir; I’m Drew’s transportation.”
“A thought. You look awfully fit, Connor. Play any sports?”
“Sure, Coach, but no organized sports yet. I’m a good swimmer so I plan to try out for the swim team here. I run and lift, too.”
Adcock and Graham looked at each other and Graham asked, “Do you follow a particular weight-training program, Connor?”
“Sure. Coach. I don’t lift to bulk up my muscles. I use routines that build speed and power. I’ve been doing explosive workouts for power for maybe four years, with and without resistance, and for the last two years, at Drew’s instigation—gotta keep up with her—I’ve been partnering with her when she does her sprints and agility drills like shuttle runs—and five-mile runs for endurance. And good discipline and proper pre- and post-workout stretching is a necessity. It’s essential to develop that habit.”
“Len, he sounds perfect, you think?” Graham asked.
“Can you teach others how to train like that safely?” Walker asked.
“Oh, certainly, Coach. It’s not hard to learn the exercises. It’s the self-motivation to do them with proper form and the dedication to keep at it to maintain conditioning that’s hard to develop.”
Walker smiled. “That’s the perfect answer, young man. We do need a strength and conditioning coach, as I mentioned, and if you think that you’re up to it, want to give it a go? I’ve got our camp’s complete fitness schedule in the trailer showing the exercises and drills we use; you can modify the routines to fit your own style as long as you keep the overall format. We’re building campers’ agility and stamina, primarily, and strength is a second goal. I think that your physical appearance is the only skills reference I need.”
Connor blushed.
He named the pay that he could offer for the camp session and then quietly told Connor that he’d have to pass a sexual-offender background check.
“But you don’t have any skeletons to hide, am I right?” he asked and Connor told him that he was clean.
And with that fortuitous encounter, now both Connor and Drew had summer jobs—with the same hours at the same place. The rest of the day was taken up with completing employment paperwork, going over the camp schedule, and getting assignments. Drew learned that her skills and abilities were highly valued by the camp’s leaders when Walker told her that she would be introduced to campers as Coach Drew. Adcock had learned from Coach Aberman that Drew had essentially become her varsity team’s defensive unit coach and strategist.
The most intensive part of the rest of the day was the staff run-through of the camper activities and Drew got to demonstrate her ball-handling prowess. Adcock set up a five-on three scrimmage session with the soccer instructors—these were five college players—and they were to defend against Drew, Adcock, and Graham—to show how good ball-handling abilities could overcome being out-manned. Or in this case, “out-personned.” Their three-person team scored on the defenders on five out of six attempts and Drew was elated with the attention which the others heaped on her, praising her skills.
Connor got to showcase his knowledge too. Walker had given him the previous year’s conditioning schedule earlier and Connor had looked it over. Walker asked him to demonstrate how he thought he should teach those exercises in his sessions.
Connor glanced over the sheets again and then looked up at Walker, then at the group. “You know, you gotta tailor the drills and exercises for the kids’ ages,” he told the group. “This looks like the same stuff was taught to everyone. Proper exercise routines aren’t a cookie-cutter deal. You can’t teach the same things to a ten-year-old that you would to someone who’s sixteen. So for the youngest groups, I’ll concentrate on developing their wind and stamina by sprints and shuttle-runs; perhaps a half-mile run—we’ll see about doing that after I get to evaluate how physically prepared the kids are. I was happy to see that you’ve got lots of hula hoops and sports rings and there are plenty of agility exercises that use those. Let me show you a few.”
He ran through a half dozen and had the group try them.
“Great. Those exercises are perfect for most ages but best for the young ones—and they can do them at home too. But those exercises, also running ladders or cones, are really change-of-direction drills and they don’t truly train for the kind of agility one needs in playing hockey, football, and yes, soccer. I’ll show you something I saw to train kids for improving true reactive agility.”
Connor placed two soccer balls twelve feet apart to either side of him.
“When you’re doing the usual agility training moves, you always know which way your next step needs to be, right? Running hoops, it’s either left or right and you go through them in sequence. What I’ll show you makes you do quick movements in random directions and trains for the kind of agility that you need in facing an opponent on the field. We’ll use four directions to move for this drill: down, up, left, and right. Here’s what you do for each direction.
“Down.”
Connor dropped into the plank position and did a full push-up and jumped back up to stand.
“Up.”
He went into a full squat; then explosively leaped up with his arms held high over his head.
“Left.”
He took a quick lunge to the left, moving behind the left ball, and squatted down to place his hand on the ball, then leaped back to return to the center.
“‘Right’ is the same move to the opposite side. And you need to keep your feet in motion the entire time—no standing in place waiting for the next move. I’ll demonstrate now; someone please call out a random direction about six times with a three second pause before the next rep.”
He demonstrated how that drill worked and then had the group try it.
“I’ll have the campers do this in groups of five with a sixth direction caller; then the callers will do the exercise themselves. Each drill is for three minutes and we’ll do it twice a day. It’s best in my experience to do the agility drills no more than three days a week. That gives the body and mind some ‘reset’ time, so you’re always sharp for it. The other drills I think work well for soccer players are shuttle runs; ladder running several ways: going forward, doing a sideways shuffle, and doing it single- or two-footed hops over the rungs; and Drew showed me a cool dribbling drill, doing a slalom course with a ball. At our old school I saw a great exercise called the box drill. Put cones at the corners of a three-meter square. The player sprints forward to the first cone, shuffle-runs sideways to the second facing outward, runs backwards to the third, and shuffles to the starting cone, this time facing inward. Time the campers and look for improved times.
“For strength, I’d teach the younger ones the same three weight-lifting exercises as the older groups, with a major modification. Reps don’t work for the youngsters; they’re boring. There are plenty of physical games that we could do that activate the same muscle groups that squats, deadlifts, and bench presses do, and I saw equipment inside the sports facility that can be used for the kids that will work just fine. I’ll use the regimen you used for last year’s camp, Coach Walker, and I’ll use that to set up my schedule. Will that work for you?”
“Connor, that was well beyond my expectations; thanks. Listening to you talking about physical training, it sounded to me that a guy with a degree in sports physiology was speaking. How did you get so well informed, may I ask?”
“It’s complicated, sir. The short version is to avoid bullying where I grew up—lived in a rough neighborhood—I decided that I needed to get strong, so I learned as much as I could and had to improvise a lot. So many of the things I’ve come up with are based on my personal experience. And I suppose my physique serves as the proof of their effectiveness, if I could say so,” he finished with a grin and a shrug.
The other coaches and instructors laughed and gave him a bit of applause, so he bowed to them, which resulted in more chuckles.
“Maybe Connor needs a class in modesty,” Drew jibed, which evoked more laughter.
Toward the end of the day, Walker and Adcock met with Drew and Connor. Walker told the two about camper procedures and management.
“Since you’re newcomers to the camp—everyone else has been here at least one prior season—we wanted to go over a few details with you. They’re mostly common sense. We have an accident and injury policy and procedure and you need to get familiar with that. You’ll need to watch your charges to be sure you know where everyone is at all times and for safety, be sure that no one goes off on their own. Since the camp’s co-ed, watch for any sexual conduct; that’s forbidden, of course. No smoking, no drugs, obviously. Be sure everyone stays hydrated—we keep water stations at locations all around the area. Watch for inappropriate behavior of any kind, especially bullying or fighting. Many kids are intensely competitive and will try to overwork themselves. Watch for that, and for signs of physical and heat exhaustion—and especially for the danger of overheating injuries. You got packets of staff guidelines and the staff manual; please read those. Any questions?”
There were none, but Adcock had a request for Connor.
“If you’re willing, I’d be really happy to have you think about joining our soccer team for the season as a student conditioning coach, Connor. See how your job here works out here before deciding. This is a fairly intensive job, so you might have some reservations about doing it.”
“I might, Coach. But I plan to try out for the swim team. There might be some season overlap so I’ll need to look into that.”
For the next several days, both Connor and Drew were kept busy with camp activities. Connor led groups of campers in a combination of the camp’s training regimen combined with his own additions. Drew learned that her skills were among the best of anyone at the camp, and the kids were constantly pressuring her to teach them the fancy ball-handling plays she used. She insisted that only those with more advanced skills would benefit from knowing how to do those trickier moves. At one session, where she was coaching a rondo drill, several of her group asked her to teach the roulette move.
“Okay, guys, here’s the scoop. All those ball-handling moves I’ve used when we’ve scrimmaged—scissors, Maradona, Elastico, Zidane, rainbow flick, all the others—need top-notch dribbling skills. Think about this. All those moves are done only when you’re being very closely marked, like you can feel-the-defender’s-breath-on-your-neck close. So if you try to play tricks with the ball and do a fake, it’s you who’ll get faked, maybe even get to eat grass, while you watch that ball heading back toward your own goal.
“So sure, I’ll teach those skills, but only if you can show me, when we have our scrimmages, that you can keep control of the ball when you’re being marked. Next time we do an open-field dribbling clinic, if any of you can keep the ball for fifteen seconds when I’m marking you, then I’ll teach one fancy move to you. Deal?”
A few of the kids nodded, grinning. They liked Drew’s challenge.
“You can take the camp’s personal development time to use your phone to look at some YouTube dribbling videos too. If you show me that you can handle the ball and footwork methods solo for a particular dribbling move, and your technique and control look good, I’ll work with you to see how you handle being faced with an opponent. The idea isn’t to look fancy, it’s all about keeping possession of the ball and moving it toward the goal. Also good?”
The kids answered that it was.
“Right. So let’s get back to our passing clinic again; this time we’ll do the 8x3 positional rondo. The three defenders get the orange vests; okay, Georgette, Tony, and Lucille, you’re defending to start. You all know the drill; two touches on passes so you have better control. Defense, always watch the ball! Not the face, not the hips, just the ball. Then you’ll see the passer’s free leg position just before the ball is touched—that should give you an idea of the intended kind of move. And when you’re marking a dribbler, you’ll also catch a fake or moves like a stop and go, a push-pull, La Croqueta, a stepover, or whatever. Now for this rondo, if the defense can’t intercept within five minutes, they each need to give me ten pushups. Now hit it.”
And that’s how Drew spend her days coaching at camp. Ten hours a day and four days each week. Of course, there were meal breaks, but the conversation topics were... soccer. She loved it. Connor, too, was enjoying his coaching job and the kids he was teaching. When the older kids saw the strength and agility games Connor was doing with the younger ones, they wanted that too, so Connor came up with variants which used weights like kettlebells and medicine balls in group games to complement their traditional free-weight reps. He was also gaining upper-body and leg strength, he realized after a week when his muscles let him know.
He woke up Thursday morning with the typical charley-horse pains of muscle overuse.
“Uuunh, damn. I’m kinda stiff,” he complained.
“Poor baby... used muscles you didn’t know you had?” Drew didn’t sound very sympathetic.
“Ahhh... no, just overuse. Yeah, I got seven one-hour conditioning classes each day and I do all the exercises with the kids. That’s fuckin’ serious overuse. I gotta temper my participating a bit to stretch it out more. Speaking of, let me do some of that to get the kinks out. Then a hot shower and some ibuprofen and I should be good.”
Since it was the week’s end, the coaches brought the kids in to give them their progress reports and point out the areas that each camper needed to concentrate on. Drew provided a list of recommended YouTube videos they could watch and Connor had a written list of exercises that could be done at home.
“But remember... the body needs one day or more to rest every week. Remember what I told you about how muscles are built. The fibers are broken down with heavy use and need recovery time to rebuild and, putting it simply, when they do, that’s where the improved strength comes from. So remember to take rest days between training each muscle group. And two days off between agility training sessions.”
Before everyone left at the end of the day, Walker told the two teens how pleased he was with their week’s work.
“Not only were your sessions effective at teaching the campers, the campers all love you both and say that this has been the best sports camp they’ve ever attended. I’d love to recruit both of you to enroll at Loyola, but you two have far better prospects at larger D1 schools. We’ll see you Monday. Enjoy the weekend.”
“Thanks, Coach,” they chimed.
Thursday night. Now Drew faced the moment of truth.
What is the truth, really? she wondered. True to myself, true to my friends, true to my beliefs—such as they are—true to my goals, true to my commitments? Which of those is the true truth? True to my freedom—maybe that’s the truth. Freedom to be me without people telling me how I should think, what I should believe, how I should conform to artificial morals constructed by psychological so-called experts about how I should become socialized. How I should become socialized by becoming sexualized. That’s no freedom. I want my freedom to be free. That’s the true truth.
“Connor?”
“Um, huh?”
“What you thinking of?”
“Jeez. What we’re doing tomorrow.”
“Me too. I decided.”
“You did? Wow. So that’s why you were so quiet.”
“Uh huh. Deep thoughts, heh, almost existential. No, really existential. Like in our English Lit class, you know, Beckett and Kafka. I was thinking of individual existence and the search for meaning in an absurd universe. And alienation, absurdity, authenticity, and freedom. And truth. But freedom’s the biggie.”
“Ahhhh, okay. Is this gonna be like ‘Waiting for Godot’? Waiting for Harper? Aaaaand the winner is...?”
“Funny. Yeah, I decided on freedom. Kids should be free; I should be free. Free from the tyranny of laws that strip away people’s rights. Or kids’ clothes in high schools. So I reassessed my moral feelings about life and I think that I fell into a loop of ‘people believe things because others tell them it’s proper, so that makes the belief proper.’ It’s like the Greek fable of the guy forever pushing on a rock, only to have it fall again.”
“Um, yeah. That’s Sisyphus.”
“Jeez. How’d you know that?”
“Liked to read mythology. Okay, go off...”
“Where was I... yeah. I need to deal with life’s absurdity and false authenticity. And lack of true freedom. I decided that I’m gonna do a total belief reset. Declare myself to be free from all my past baggage. So I’ll go to that meeting at the resort and support the Project. Um, with my clothes on. Still not ready to face that.”
“Wow. I didn’t expect you’d go, even wearing clothes. I think it’s super that you’ll go.”
“You were lost in thought too, Connor...”
“Sure. You mentioned ‘search for meaning in an absurd universe’? That’s us. That’s what I was thinking about. Two kids with broken-down lives and zero karma meet and bond over a totally absurd situation—which was facing having to be naked in school, of all weird and absurd things. Then the universe does a one-eighty and starts heaping so much karma on us that good stuff just keeps happening. Like Pastor meeting us and introducing us to Wayne. Like that coach seeing you play. Like Mrs Neumann’s apartment. Like the Ritters’ generosity. And now I get this coach job totally out of the blue. So yeah, I was thinking that I gotta share all this good karma and help kids too—so I’m in with you on this.”
It was Friday morning and the Ritters were running through the final items in their well practiced preparation for their resort visits. Only this time, Drew and Connor were involved and Jennifer was so excited about it that she was simply vibrating with anticipation.
“Oh, you’re gonna see how rad this is; we’re gonna have such a fun time. I hope that some of my friends from the other schools come too. They said that they’d try. There’s all kinds of dope things to do there, but just hangin’ with other kids who like the same stuff I like is awesome, And...”
“Jen. Jennifer? We get it, we really do.” Drew smiled at her and winked at Connor. “So what are the sleeping arrangements and what do we bring, again? I never really listened when you told me earlier; sorry ‘bout that.”
“No prob. The folks bought a cabin there from a long-time member who moved to Florida. It’s big but old and run-down. It has two sides with two small bedrooms in each—the former owner let the resort manager rent out the other side and he got a little income for it. Dad said that it was such a great deal he couldn’t pass it up. So he bought it and got it fixed up. I can’t wait to see it!
“Dad told me that on weekends when my friends’ parents aren’t going to be there, the kids can stay in the extra bedrooms—and that means—nude pajama parties! Seriously, he said that there’s lots of room. Two of the rooms will have queens and bunk beds and the other two, just queens, Dad said. He had it fixed up so that it can be split into two units with a solid moving partition if he decides to rent it out.
“Anyway, the folks have everything we need for the weekend covered. They’ll bring the food, drinks, piles of towels, a gallon of sunscreen (giggle), bed linens and pillows, all that stuff. You just need your personal stuff like toiletry items. Drew, you said you’re gonna wear clothes but I suggest that you wear a bathing suit, not clothes, and cover-ups...”
“I have two one-piece suits but no cover-ups...” Drew began.
“Um, let’s go shopping in my closet and in Mom’s,” Jennifer declared, grabbed Drew’s hand, and dragged her off.
Connor watched them, grinning. This is gonna be one hell of a weekend.
Then Timmy walked by, carrying stuff to be loaded the car. He too was vibrating with excitement.
Must run in the family, Connor mused, and then called, “You look like you just got everything on your Christmas wish list, Timmy. Fun plans this weekend?”
“Oh you bet!” he replied. “Three of my resort friends will be there and I haven’t seen them since last summer. Can’t wait!” and he dashed away.
A half hour later, the girls reappeared with Eva in tow.
“It’s 8:35 now and we plan to leave at 9:30,” Eva announced. “Drew found several cover-up possibilities in my closet that I no longer wear. She’s welcome to them but she wants your opinion, Connor.”
Drew picked up the first one.
“Here’s one I’m not sure of, a black long-sleeved maxi-length kind of dress, see, it’s got this low vee-neckline and an open keyhole with a ring that holds it closed.”
“Um, not sure I like the black color,” Connor said. “Looks nice on you, though.”
“The others are shorter but since I’m tall, they’re really short on me. This one, you can see it’s multicolor—tropical, it’s an open-front kimono but closes with this cloth belt.”
Drew turned around to show the back.
“It is short, honey. Looks like it comes down to maybe two or three inches below your butt. I like it a lot, though.”
Eva and Jennifer chimed in that they thought it looked great on her.
“Next is this. A kinda shirtdress in muted tropical colors. It’s sleeveless and has a button-up front.”
“Hmmm, not a fan,” Connor told her.
“That one looks more like a night shirt than a cover-up,” Jennifer said.
“These last two are similar to the second. Both kimonos and one is longer and has a fringed bottom hem.”
She put them on and got three highly approving votes.
“I really liked the colors and patterns of those last two, but all three kimonos look amazing on you, honey.”
“You can have all three, Drew,” Eva said. “I haven’t worn them in years.”
“Oh, thanks, Eva. Yeah, I’ll bring them. And Connor, Jen says I shouldn’t wear a one-piece suit and showed me these two bikinis I could use. I’d wear them under the cover-ups. I tried them on and they fit, amazingly, since she’s way bigger up top then I am.”
Jennifer giggled. “Those were from three years ago when I was in an A-cup. And the sides of the tops and bottoms adjust for chest and hips, so they both fit Drew just fine. And we got something for you to wear too.”
Drew picked up a handful of patterned cloth, two were quite colorful and two were more muted.
“You’ll stand out if you walk around the place wearing a board-shorts bathing suit or even a speedo,” Jennifer told Connor. “Mom found these in Dad’s dresser. I’ve never seen him wear them...”
“We got those pareos on a cruise six years ago,” Eva said. “That’s the only time Frantz has worn them. He wanted to donate them but I suggested that he keep them, so I’m sure that he’ll tell you to use them this weekend and keep them.”
Connor looked at the rectangular pieces of cloth; one was six feet long and about thirty inches wide and the others, somewhat narrower. They all had pleasing tropical or masculine patterns.
“Jeez, how do you wear them?” Connor asked.
“I can show you. Girls wear pareos too... Oh, wait. Sure. Mom, Drew can wear pareos as cover-ups too.”
“You’re right, dear. I’ll bring several along and she can decide.”
“So obviously you won’t need much in the way of clothes this weekend, but do bring some warm items,” Jennifer remarked. “Some evenings can get chilly. Dad’s bringing a few cases of bottled water, but if you have a sport bottle you like, bring it. Drew, remember that the soccer girls will want to play a bit, so bring your gear. Wilma said several balls would be nice too.”
The resort was only about sixteen miles away, much of it on limited-access highways, so the drive only took a little under a half hour. During the ride, Connor recalled that he needed to ask about their guardian status.
“I’ve been forgetting to ask; it’s been so busy with soccer camp ten hours a day, but shouldn’t we be doing something about changing our guardian status?”
“Indeed, Connor. It’s already under way. One of the things we spoke to Jay Robbins about when we visited to look for a house was just that. Jay’s firm is handling the details and I’m sure that they’ve been in touch with Wayne about it by now.”
“Oh, that’s great. Do we need to do anything?”
“Delia’s a social worker for the county and said that we’d get a visit and a caseworker will want to speak to you. Jay told me that Pennsylvania and Maryland courts work together very smoothly when guardians move between the states. With families becoming far more mobile, guardian moves are far simpler than they used to be. We should have everything wrapped up in a month, he thinks.”
The conversation was taking Drew’s mind off where the family was headed, but as the scenery outside the vehicle changed from suburban to rural, her mind returned to her thoughts of the weekend ahead.
Why am I so nervous about this? No one’s gonna force me to do anything. And I’ll get to meet my future teammates and new friends too.
Connor sensed her nervousness and squeezed her hand, whispering, “Ease up, darling. You’ll have fun, guaranteed.”
She grinned back. “Or I get my money back, right?”
“Absolutely. Every penny you paid.”
She gave him a grin.
Checking in at the resort was simple. Since the Ritters were members, all Frantz had to do was give Connor’s and Drew’s name to the gal who manned the office—or “personned” the office, Drew thought. Shouldn’t that be a word? She was happy that the young woman was dressed, but noted that what she was wearing was a striking Eastern-looking garment.
Jennifer saw her looking and said, “Yeah, that’s one way to tie a pareo. Didn’t that look elegant?”
“Sure did. Do you know how to arrange one to look like that?”
“I know a few and Mom knows some too. But the expert is Sherrill. Ask her when you’re wearing one and she’ll show you.”
Frantz got them back in the car and drove to their cabin site. They all trooped into the cabin and looked around.
“Oooo, this is really nice,” Drew complimented as she looked around.
“I like how you can split the two sides with those sliding walls,” Connor said.
Drew peeked into one bedroom. “This must be the smaller room. Queen bed,” and then she went into the room next door. “Oh, that’s a king!”
Frantz peeked in. “I had them change the beds in the two larger rooms. This can be Connor’s and Drew’s. Let’s unload.”
After they all helped to unload, Timmy asked if he could go to find his friends.
“They said that they’d be at the pool around this time, Mom.”
“Sure—remember, towels, sunscreen, and a water bottle!” she called as he dashed out to strip in the smaller bedroom which they had checked out earlier.
Not more than thirty seconds later, he was back out, naked, carrying his items, and dashing out the door.
Jennifer laughed, “That pink blur you saw was Timmy. Funny that he can go that fast when he wants something. Otherwise, he’s like molasses flowing uphill.”
Everyone laughed.
Jennifer looked at Drew. “Are you okay if I change into the resort attire—nudity? Ah, wait. First, let’s get Drew situated. C’mon, Connor, you’re part of this enterprise too.”
“Where do you sleep?” Drew asked.
“When Michael was with us, we three stayed in one room with a full-size bed and a cot...”
“You slept with your brother? Michael?”
“Sure. No prob. Nothing to hide and I didn’t feel the need to attack him,” she laughed at Drew’s horrified expression. “Damn, but you’re easy to tease. He’s a great guy but we didn’t do anything sexual together. Last year, Emma told me that she slept in the same bed with Andrew and both his sisters—all four in the bed. She said that she loved doing that, loved the closeness. So I wanted to ask, usually I’d be in the room with my brothers but seeing the king bed, I think it would be gucci if the three of us shared that. I won’t push it, so think about it. Okay, let’s see you in this tropical print pareo, Drew. Get into your bikini and I’ll show you how to wrap it.”
“Um, you staying?” Connor asked.
“Oh, Connor, of course she is. What’s to hide? We’ve showered together,” Drew chided him.
She quickly stripped and got into the turquoise bikini.
“Ooh, look at you,” Jennifer exclaimed. “The lighting here is better than in my closet and that color looks awesome on you!”
“It sure does,” Connor choked. “Shit, you look wonderful.”
“Okay, now here’s how to tie the pareo like the girl at the desk.”
Jennifer did several quick moves and the fabric was secured in place. There was a mirror on the back of the door and Drew looked at her image in it.
“Oooo, perfect,” she cooed.
“Now let me do it slowly so you can see how the folds and drapes are made.”
Within several minutes, Drew was able to copy the steps and, making a few adjustments, was delighted with the look the pareo gave her.
“Yeah, so nice. Boujee in a good way, right?” Jennifer asked and the others agreed. “Okay, your turn, big guy,” she said, smiling. “I could walk out while you change, but here’s a secret: this is a nudist place, okay? Nothing I haven’t seen before. Up to you.”
Connor glanced at Drew and she gave him a tiny nod which he knew meant “up to you but go for it.”
So with a quick glance at Jennifer—she was rummaging through his bag and pulling out the pareos—he quickly pulled his shorts and briefs down together and stepped out of them. Happily he didn’t have an erection, but felt that one was lurking somewhere there in the background. As he reached over to the bed to grab his speedos, Jennifer surprised him mightily when she turned around, looked at him, grabbed the hem of his tee-shirt, and with one motion, pulled it up, forcing his arms to lift, and whipped it off his head.
Connor stood there in front of her, naked now, and his erection began to blossom.
“Oh my fuckin’ gosh,” Jennifer breathed. “Be still my heart. Randy was awesome but much too big; he was scary, like the Incredible Hulk. You, you’re just perfect. Drew, can I?” she beseeched, her hand hovering just inches away from Connor’s chest.
Drew was enjoining this; she loved showing off her man, so she just nodded. Connor? He was in shock and speechless.
Jennifer stroked Connor’s chest—his pecs and shoulders, then down over his washboard abs, over his hips and down his chiseled thighs. She sighed and gently got him to turn sideways and caressed his butt, squeezing the muscle and tracing the crease between his cheeks, then up his back, and ended by stroking his left biceps with both hands, feeling the hard muscle underlying the skin.
“You’re an Adonis,” Jennifer breathed in awe. “It’s Conan. For real. Oh, lookie there. Oh how nice...”
Jennifer had rediscovered Connor’s erect cock. He was still dumb-struck, standing there, holding his speedos with limp fingers. Drew reached over and plucked the swimsuit off of his fingers.
“Lover, you’ll never get this tiny suit on over that monster,” she laughed. “Jen, my morals are all shot to hell now. I had a come-to-Jesus moment and Jesus told me that what I did in love was none of his business, I need to be true to myself and my lover. In the Program, oral sex shit is so lowkey... it’s basic. I need to help my bae here. You mind?”
Jennifer gulped and shook her head “no.”
Drew knelt down and slurped Connor’s rigid cock into her mouth and with her hands, began stroking him and then caught the look of lust in Jennifer’s eyes.
She pulled off the cock with a pop and looked into Connor’s eyes, then flicked them toward Jennifer. Connor gulped, squeezed his eyes closed, and jerked his head in a quick nod.
Still stroking Connor’s member, she asked, “Sis? Jen, we see you as our sister. Can you help me here with your almost brother?”
Jennifer stared at her in amazement and squeaked, “Ohgod, sure,” and one second later, Connor had two tongues working on his cock. He was moaning constantly now, his pelvis thrusting forward and back, as first one, then the other girl took turns taking him into their mouths. Connor was gasping; both girls could tell he was right on the verge of eruption. Then Jennifer took one of her fingers, slobbered some spit on it, and wiggled it into Connor’s rectum.
The effect was instantaneous; he bellowed as his entire body convulsed and began shooting great ropes of cum onto both girls’ faces. As his spasms showed down, he collapsed on the bed in exhaustion. Jennifer looked at Drew and moved her head close to her.
“Kiss?”
Drew’s eyes rounded in shock but then her new mindset urged, “Do it.”
Drew leaned into Jennifer and they shared a sensuous, if not passionate kiss. Then they got up and sat on the bed, bracketing Connor, both running their hands all over his torso.
“Goddamn. What the fuck was that?” he asked as his breathing returned to normal. “Drew, you really okay with all that?”
“Uh huh, sweetie. I resolved to free myself from my self-imposed rigid ideas about life. I told you that. I’ve grown to love Jen too... she’s our sister in spirit if not by genetics and I can tell that you love her too, not romantically, but more than as a very close friend, right?”
“Ah, I do. Jen, you’re more than a sister to me and I think that you know it. So Drew, sweetheart, are you okay with all this? And the BJ, which was mind-blowing as well as, um, blowing something else. I love you more than anything, doll, and don’t want you to think...”
“What I think is that you and I are so firmly connected, romantically and spiritually, that there’s room in our hearts to love others too. There was an author I heard about somewhere who said something like ‘love doesn’t divide, it multiplies.’ And I can see how that’s true.”
She looked down at her chest.
“Oh, uggh. I got cum on the bikini top. Good thing I took off the pretty pareo before we started.”
Jennifer chuckled. “Well, I didn’t think to get my top off—or any of my clothes; now this thing needs to be rinsed off. Time to shed the rest, anyway.”
She got up and stripped off.
Connor looked at her and smiled. “Man, Jen, you’ve got one sweet body. Wow. Shit, it’s a good thing you gave me that BJ or else I’d be sprouting wood again.”
“Let me get a washcloth and I’ll clean you up. Drew, let’s go to the bathroom; I’ll put my top and your bikini top to soak; you can wash your face and chest.”
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