Part 3 Rachel's Education
This is the Brunette's backstory. Some references to Aunt Penny's personal history, may be confusing, but all will be revealed in a later story.
All participants in sexual acts are over eighteen.
Rachel did not arrive at Heyday Holiday camp as a horny teen bent on a sexual rampage. Rather, she and her Aunt Penny were on a mission to transform her timid attitude to sex. Rachel was the sort of girl who was easily embarrassed. To her, sexual urges were something to be hidden from others, if not supressed. Sure, she would indulge in conversations amongst her peers about sex, but mostly as a listener, never in an attempt to suggest that she was experienced.
Rachel was an intelligent young woman, well educated and with the prospect of a fine academic career ahead of her. Yet she could not cope with the basic challenge of getting laid. She understood her mental barriers. So she embarked on that fateful holiday with her aunt to change everything, even to develop her personality to make herself more interesting. Somewhere inside her was a confident adult trying to break out. With her aunt's help, she was sure that she could succeed. Deep inside, though, she wasn't sure she wanted to.
Aunt Penny was an astounding woman, intelligent, forward thinking, complex, who had simply failed her potential. A crisis early in her adult life had cut short the university education she had sought, and set her on a life of drift and unfulfillment. She currently lived her life through her niece, and saw the holiday as her niece's last chance to lose her virginity in what she called
controlled conditions
. Aunt Penny was worried that an innocent and impressionable Rachel might be exploited by male students at university. She knew from personal experience how disastrous sexual liaisons could be in the unreal environment of university life. Aunt Penny based her view on her own experience a decade before. Life for young adults had changed since the sexual revolution of the '60s, but Penelope's distrust of men had not. Some of it had inadvertently rubbed off on her niece in the more permissive 70s.
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Rachel had grown up something of a tomboy, part and parcel of living with two older male twins, Luke and Kelly. She had even worn their cast-off clothes at home when younger. She was a shy girl with a quiet disposition. She was the sort of girl that others liked, without ever finding her inspiring or a leader. She lacked the confidence to project her personality, and was content just to be one of the group. No doubt her home life had contributed to that, her older brothers dominating her. She accepted that. She had grown up with it.
When puberty happened at thirteen she spouted breasts and quickly went through successively more capacious bras. She was no longer visually ambivalent. There was no mistaking her for a boy. Yet her brothers still subjected her to the normal rough and tumble of sibling horseplay. Luke, though, the dominant twin, seemed more aware of her changing physique than Kelly, and would tease her about her chubbiness. But he also could not help noticing her burgeoning breasts.
Ruby, her mother, was the sort of woman so bound up in her own life that her family were secondary considerations. She had been a holiday queen at a Beach Haven holiday camp in the '50s. Although an attractive woman, few heads would turn when she wore everyday clothes. Put her in a bathing suit, though, and nobody else stood a chance. She was a first cousin of Penelope, and they shared similar genes. Penny was beautiful and sexy with a full and stunning body. Ruby was slimmer with an hourglass figure and a good bust. They had never holidayed together, so their figures were never closely compared. Yet the apple never falls far from the tree.
Ruby always considered herself a size smaller than her real body size. So when it came to summer wear, for the beach or holiday, her outfits were always just a shade too tight and revealing for the standards of the time. When it came to swimwear, she chose thin, stretchy materials to be able to squeeze into her preferred size. There could be no doubt of her body shape when on the beach or by the pool. When wet, there could be even less doubt about the fine shape of her breasts and the curves of her hips and bottom. A wet costume would mould itself faithfully to her curves and crevices
Charles didn't mind at all that his wife wore such scandalously revealing outfits. He enjoyed other men's envying looks at his sumptuous wife's body. Charles earned good money so their progeny lacked for nothing, except parental attention. He would praise them for excelling at something, but otherwise ignore them.
Rachel as a child was something of a disappointment to them both, appearing to be overweight and lacking in body definition. Her mother might have helped her by counselling her about her body but chose not even to think about it.
So as Rachel matured as an adolescent, she turned to her Aunt Penny for inspiration.
Penelope was a physically striking woman. Her body was an hourglass shape based on a large frame. Far from making her appear overweight, though, it made her look powerful and strong. Hers was a body to dominate men, intimidating the wimps and inspiring the more flirtatious. Rachel had noted it at occasional family get-togethers of weddings, anniversaries, and parties. Penelope always had a circle of male admirers.
To Rachel, her Aunt Penny was a hero, to be emulated in every way. But Penelope saw little potential in her niece when young; that is, until Rachel was nearing her sixteenth birthday. As Penelope regarded her niece anew then, her thoughts turned to proaction
.
She saw potential, if only Rachel would take herself in hand.
This was the 1970s, when the 'sixties social revolution by a small minority was being more widely adopted. The 'younger generation' were dressing differently from their parents. Penelope wanted to be on the youthful side of that generational divide, and was now determined to drag Rachel with her.
Penelope had come to stay with Aunt Penny at her cottage for Easter. She and Rachel were alone in the house, Rachel's parents having returned to work after the long Easter weekend.
Rachel's question came out of nothing whilst Penelope was reading a magazine.
"Aunty Penny, did you ever have a chubby body like mine?"
Penelope was taken aback. Having a big frame, she had never looked nor ever felt overweight; there had always been a decent frame to carry her flesh. Her body had always looked spectacular, and attracted a great deal of male attention.
"I can't say that I did, Rachel. There was always more to my body than most other girls. I was taller, had bigger bones, but no excess fat."
"Did your body change when you were a teenager?"
"Yes it did, as a matter of fact. My breasts began to appear when I was twelve. It was about the time when I was changing schools and I went to an all-girl secondary school. I wasn't the first in my class to develop, so I could listen and learn from others talking about their experiences. I started wearing a bra when I was thirteen."
"Didn't my mother help you?"
"No she was several years older. She didn't take much interest in me then. Why do you ask?"
"I can only tell you in the strictest confidence? Do you promise?
Penny nodded. "Of course, dear."
"Luke teases me. We mess about a lot, we have mock fights with cushions and so on. But when he gets hold of me these days it feels as if he's exploring my body. He touches me on my bottom and chest and says hurtful things about my fat."
"Is it sexual?"
"No, quite the reverse. He makes me feel unattractive. Am I?"
Penelope considered her niece's question solemnly. "It may not feel sexual for you, but boys see things differently. When you look in the mirror, what do you see?"
"I see a fat girl with fat breasts and hips. I don't like what I see. But what do you think?"
"It isn't for me to say. I've never especially noticed your body."
"That's just it, nobody does. I see men always looking at yours. I just wonder whether I will ever get a body like yours."
"That would be unlikely. Our body shapes are quite different. I can eat more and drink, because I'm five foot nine, with a size 12 body size. I'm physically active and look after myself.
"You're still young. Your body hasn't stopped growing and developing yet. Do you have a boyfriend?"
"No. It's difficult meeting boys at an all-girls' school. I go into town with my friends but there never seems to be an opportunity to talk to a boy alone."
"Well, your only fifteen, so there's plenty of time. Do you have sexual urges?"
Rachel curled up with embarrassment at the question. Penny looked surprised.
"Don't girls talk about orgasms at school, and how to get them?"
Rachel nodded. "They do, often, but I suspect they mostly make it up. I think three or four may have actually had sex, but everyone calls them sluts behind their backs. I don't know what to believe."
"Hmm, you don't need to bother yourself about that at the moment. You're not an adult yet. That's when it starts to count. I'm not the best person to discuss that with either. I never had to go looking for sex. I had to keep the boys at bay. I didn't want to get pregnant, which would have been a disaster. You should do the same. Free sex is all very well, but girls get ostracised if they get pregnant.
"Maybe you can do something about your body, though. Let's go upstairs."
Rachel led the way, her heart pounding at the prospect of any such advice from her aunt..
Penelope thought that giving advice might help her niece, though it should be constructive if not to undermine her niece's confidence. She had been examining Rachel's body as she follower niece up the stairs. She turned to Rachel on the upstairs landing.
"Your bottom doesn't look too bad in that jumpsuit. Maybe you aren't a hopeless case." Her tone was gently teasing. Rachel saw it as a glimmer of hope.
"Let's go into your parents' bedroom and examine you in the mirror."
They stood side by side in front of Ruby's freestanding full length mirror. Rachel saw her aunt's reflection and sighed. "I'll never have a body like yours."
"Don't despair. I'm sure there's something there worth working with. Take off that outfit. Let's see what you've got."
Memories of her schoolfriends' teasings surfaced as Rachel took off the jumpsuit. She tried to straighten her body but it still looked flabby. Her bra and panties cut into her flesh, accentuating her appearance of overweight.
A memory flooded back to Penelope of an experience as a girl, who had suffered from the taunts of her peers, though in that case through jealousy of her impressive body.
She dragged her mind back to the present problem.
