My First Legal Fun Ch 03

[Just so you know, I am VERY new at this so if I don't give you a polished work, don't be surprised. Also, this is part three. You probably have to read the first two stories to get what is going on. :-) I hope you like!]

THE NIGHT BEFORE (our departure)...

It was Saturday evening. Gracie and I had done our shopping the day before. Last minute packing was almost done. We had our matching bikinis. And, Gracie had plans. Some I knew about, some I didn't. I never knew what fun I was going to have with her; but we both knew we were going to have fun no matter what.

I was nervous. Not because I was going to be on a weeklong trip with her and her parents. Truthfully that was the exciting part. Being away from MY parents for a week was a break I needed. But I couldn't get out of my mind what Gracie had whispered in my ear the day before.

"Oh Gracie - my dad loves you in that tank top."

At the time it got lost in our fun. I mean, kissing Gracie is so amazing. And as we made out in the fitting room and she removed my tank top so that I could try on the bikini, I was totally into our kissing. She could have said the world was coming to an end in 3 minutes and I would not have cared.

I knew our week together on the houseboat was going to be so much fun. Her parents were pretty nice and didn't put much restriction on her. We were going to be free. But still, that comment was making me nervous. What did she mean by that? Mr. Parker was her dad and a leader in their church. He always treated me so kind. I really never gave a thought to him looking at me like that. I was a little nervous.

SUNDAY AFTER CHURCH...

The Parkers picked me up Sunday afternoon. My dad had a tear in his eye as we hugged goodbye. My mom gave me the eye and said, "Behave girl. I don't want the Parkers having problems with you." In that split second, I felt like turning to dad and asking if he wanted to go with us; leave mom here. He could get a break from her too. Of course I didn't because there are just some things you keep to yourself.

Speaking of things you keep to yourself. When I got in the Parker's Escalade, the first thing Gracie did was pop my tank top and give me a wink. Yep - I wore it. I confess. I thought about it all night. Decided to wash it and wear it. I was not going to let that comment go.

On the drive, Mrs. Parker was chatty for a while and then took a nap in the front passenger seat. Mr. Parker was driving and didn't really talk much. Gracie and me put our earbuds in and zoned out. It was supposed to be like a five hour drive to the place where we would get the houseboat.

Gracie's eyes were closed. I gazed at her and felt a big, warm rush. She was absolutely adorable and we were going to have a whole week alone together! Then, I don't even know why, I noticed Mr. P adjusting the mirror. The one you are supposed to use to see out the back window. He took it off the digital cam view and put it on the normal mirror.

A few minutes later, as I wriggled to get comfy, I let my toes wander over to Gracie's toes. No way her parents would have a clue even if they were trying to look... our feet were tucked away out of sight. Even though her eyes were closed as she listened to her music, she smiled as her toes played back with mine. It was like our toes were kissing. It really was so erotic.

Then, again not sure why I even noticed, but I did notice. Mr. P adjusted the mirror a bit again. And I could have swore that he bumped it so that it was kind of cockeyed a little bit. And yes, Gracie's comment could have been making me a little paranoid, but I swear that the mirror was angled so that he could see me.

For the first time ever, I suddenly wondered if Mr. P was looking at me that way. I also was rethinking my decision to wear this tank top. What was I thinking?! What if...

I couldn't tell if he really was looking, but I felt just a little bit uncomfortable. For the rest of the ride, I had my suspicions. And I felt guilty about that because Mr. P was truly a good guy. How messed up was it for me to be suspicious of him!?

THE LAUNCH

When we parked the car and loaded our stuff on the houseboat, I was feeling much better. I had come to the point of telling myself that I was just imagining things. I still had not had a chance to ask Gracie what she meant, but I would get to that.

Walking on the houseboat the first time was amazing. Mrs. Parker said, "Come here girls - you want to see this." Gracie's eyes got big and she giggled as she grabbed my hand and nearly pulled me out of my sandals as we rushed to follow Mrs. P. And then, yes - WOW.

"This will be the room you two get to use." Mrs. P waved her arm to invite us in.

"Oh my God!" Gracie muttered. Mrs. Parker gave Gracie a little pop on her bottom to which Gracie replied, "Sorry mom - I mean oh my GOSH." No using the Lord's name in vain like that was what her parents would tell her. But yeah, the room was like - Oh My God!

It had a big monitor for gaming (Gracie loved that). It had a sink and mini-fridge! It had a private door to a connected bathroom. It had a huge window for a great view. It had two beds and a HUGE closet. Every piece of clothing we both had could easily be put in there. It had a bluetooth soundbar so we could play our music too.

Mrs. P said, "I will let you girls get settled in while I help your dad unload our stuff."

"Oh Gracie, this is amazing!"

"I know, right? A room to ourselves for all week."

"Yeah - and our own bathroom?" I was just making sure.

"Our own bathroom - yes. Pee whenever you want." We both giggled.

Then I seized the moment. I ran my hand along her shoulder and smiled. "Gracie, what did you mean yesterday when you made that comment about your dad liking my tank top?" I was direct. I could do that with her.

With that famous sly smile on her face, she shrugged her shoulders and said, "Well, it's true. But of course, he is not the only one." With that, she leaned in and nibbled on my ear as she whispered erotically, "It runs in our family I guess."

We kissed, all too briefly. Her parents were close by and we had to be careful. She gave me a little squeeze and quietly continued. "I have an idea. After we get everything unpacked and settled in, you and me are going to do something crazy. Do you trust me?"

God that sparkle in her eye was amazing. I nodded. She didn't say much more about it. And I was ok. I knew something was coming. We finished unpacking and got all settled in.

The houseboat launched and we were on our way. The four of us were sitting in the front room admiring the views. As the sun set in the distance, Mr. P smiled and chirped to Mrs. P, "I believe it is time for us to relax in that master suite of ours, babe."

She smiled. As she stood up to follow him, I couldn't help but notice what a beautiful woman she was. It was no secret where Gracie had gotten her adorable beauty and sweetness. Mrs. P was wearing a thin sundress. As she followed Mr. P, she walked slowly. The way the warm light of the setting sun radiated through her sundress, I could see the silhouette of her body. She had amazing curves. Her bottom was still so firm. And her breasts hung heavy, but full. And her legs just drew my eyes upward until those a-frame lines intersected.

"Good night, girls," she said over her shoulder.

I caught myself and shook my head. Was I checking out Gracie's mom? Oh my God. What was I doing?

With her parents off to their room, Gracie gave me a look and off we went to our room. This was exciting! We got to our room and she closed the door and flopped on the bed. Laying there on her back, she patted the blanket at her side and smiled. I flopped next to her. It was the first moment of freedom with her.

She kissed me. Her warm tongue flicked at mine and then just wormed its way into my mouth. It was almost like her tongue could do gymnastics. Her kisses were amazing.

Then she stopped. Suddenly. Gave me that look. I was fuzzy-headed and still breathing rapidly. But her eyes were alive and signaling to me that adventure was ahead.

(Now remember - the reason I am telling you this part of my story is because you have to understand that what is about to happen is what set in motion the things I would be doing with, or more like TO, Mr. Bradley, my English Teacher when the upcoming school year kicked off.)

THE TANK TOP TEASE...

Gracie ran her hand along that strap on my tank top just like she had the other day. And as her fingers brushed lower and playfully danced across my breasts, she asked me, "How about we do something fun."

I could nothing but smile and nod.

She whispered in my ear, "fun AND naughty." She had a plan. She told me to stand up and give a good pose. She took a pic with her phone. Then using an anonymous email addy, she sent the pic to... HER DAD!

"Not your face, so he won't know. But now he can enjoy you in that tank top as much as he wants." It was such a casual move. I felt like we almost were doing something illegal, like entrapment or something. But Gracie just giggled and told me were having fun. "That's what vacation is supposed to be about, right?"

So, there it is. Wearing that tank top had been a conscious decision because I was curious about what Gracie had meant that her dad like me in it. Now, I was pushing that idea past my limits. Sending him a pic of me that he could study and admire all he wanted.

When he actually replied to email the next morning, his words were "Who is this?"

That was it. Just three words. But it was the one, simple word in his next email reply that would turn my world around. Gracie did not reply with an answer; there was no way she would reveal to him that it was me. But she did reply.

"Do you like?" Again three simple words.

And of course, the next reply from him was that single, one word. "Yes."

For two days Gracie and I whispered as we huddled around her emails, playing such a naughty game. But it was what I had learned and actually gained some confidence in that really mattered.

(In a further volley of emails back and forth, Mr. P actually asked to see what was underneath. And against all my better judgments, I just melted to Gracie's will when she pressed me to let her take a pic of me topless and send it to him. No face, but still. I knew that he would be looking at me. He might not know who... but I did!)

Gracie rewarded me with an avalanche of kisses and touches. We must have made each other orgasm at least ten times those first two days. It was crazy as I thought about the fact that in just a few shorts days I had managed to be a secret porn star to Mr. P, a secret-admirer of Mrs. P, and a bff secret lover of Gracie. All the family in one way or another!

Before I move on to the beginning of the school year and what happened with Mr. Bradley, let me first talk about the fun Gracie and I had on the houseboat trip.

But I am afraid that is a story for next time. This part of the story is complete.