This story can be considered to be Chapter 25 of The Lessons. As noted in the introduction to an earlier story, I am no longer titling this series as simply, The Lessons. Feedback I have received indicates that this generic title is not at all descriptive and not helpful to readers unfamiliar with the series searching stories by title. Even for those familiar with the series find the generic title to be unhelpful, as the chapters vary tremendously in content and theme. Therefore, I am using a more descriptive title, and noting its place within The Lessons as a subtitle. "Modeling Underwear for the Girls" is similarly noted as Lessons 23 and "John and Tim learn about each other" as Lessons 24. I hope this explanation is helpful(but I do apologize for its length!). In any case, this is a story of primarily voyeurism and exhibitionism, but it also contains some submission, humiliation, and spanking. If these are things that would ruin it for you or that you would find offensive or disgusting then you should not read this story. Otherwise, please enjoy!
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Emma's parents were out of town and she would have the house all to herself. Emma was 18. It was time for her to be on her own. However, a lot of the students at Templeton College still lived with their parents. It was a very conservative college, and many of the parents sent their children there precisely because of its strict discipline and its discouragement of inappropriate fraternization.
Emma, however, was even a bit more insecure than the average girl her age, or even the average Templeton girl. Emma didn't like staying in that big house all by herself, so she asked her parents if it would be okay if she had a friend sleep over while they were out of town. They didn't mind. She was, after all, all grown up and could be trusted. Besides, they liked Terrie, Emmas's best friend, and they knew that Terrie was a good girl who would not cause any trouble. They made it clear, though, that there must be no alcohol. When they had been Emma's age, the legal drinking age had been 18, but now it was 21. They felt a bit hypocritical about enforcing a rule that they had not themselves had to obey, but enforcement was particularly important when Emma's friends were in the house.
Once they left, Emma somehow (or perhaps naturally) expanded the guest list to include Tina and Bonnie as well. She knew, or perhaps more accurately assumed, that her parents wouldn't mind if a couple more of her friends came over. In any case, they were all 18 years old. They could govern their own lives, although it was true that it was her parents' house and not Emma's. As long as she was staying there her parents felt that they still had the right, no, the responsibility, to help her make the best decisions. But, if "the kids" behaved themselves, didn't drink, or didn't break anything, her parents really wouldn't mind. It would be fine. The girls would at least not have any boys over.
There would, of course, be lots of talking about boys. Emma was very curious about boys, particularly after her experience in Miss Bixley's class (see "Modeling underwear for the girls"), but she wasn't dating anyone. There was this boy in the Chess Club she liked (Bobby; see Chapters 9 and 14 of The Lessons) but he didn't seem to be particularly interested in girls, or at least not her in particular. She actually considered inviting in him over while her parents were out of town. That would certainly be a rather bold first date. What would he think? What would he expect?
Actually, she hoped that he would in fact think and expect the obvious. She had seriously considered asking him over, but eventually decided against it. The fact that her heart pounded as she imagined approaching him should have told her that she wasn't ready for that. And, consider the embarrassment if he said no! How could she live with the fact that people would know that she actually asked a boy to come over to her house, for obvious reasons, and he turned her down? What guy would want a girl who was that desperate and that rejected?
She couldn't really understand why he didn't seem interested in her. Emma was very cute. She had long wavy brown hair, pretty blue eyes, fluttering lashes, and the rosiest of cheeks that even had the sweetest of dimples when she smiled. It was true that her breasts were quite small, but her friends would say that they fit her well. She was rather diminutive in height, less than five feet. She also had a little perky bottom. She was not at all happy about the size of her breasts, but she was very happy with, perhaps even a little bit proud of, her firm fanny. She would even admire it in the mirror, imagining how guys might like to look at it. She wondered a lot about whether Bobby would like it. She knew that he would be disappointed with her breasts. She couldn't blame him for that, but he would have to like the rest of her figure, at least she surely hoped that he would.
In fact, a couple of times she had even tried to flirt with him using her derriere. Girls did it with their breasts, why not then try with your bottom? She would find any sort of reason for bending over in front of him, and then look back to see if she could catch him stealing a glance. However, she felt awfully silly doing this. And, more importantly, it didn't seem to work. By the time she looked back he would be looking off in some other direction, as if he hadn't noticed her at all.
Bobby, however, had indeed noticed, and he even liked a great deal of what he saw. The truth of the matter was that he did have a thing for her. He hadn't told anyone though, not even his friends, Ron and Chris. But, he didn't have to tell them. They largely suspected it. He talked about her a lot. He asked telling questions (e.g., "Have you seen her with anyone?" and "Do you know if she's dating someone?"). He even felt bad looking at her butt like she was some sort of a sex object. Before she could notice his lascivious glance at the tight, tender curves of her sweet apple fanny, he would look away, flushed with guilt and confusion.
It really wasn't her body that attracted Bobby to Emma. There was in fact something about her personality that Bob found so very appealing. Perhaps it was her shyness? He was himself quite shy. When it came to asserting himself with a girl face-to-face, for an actual date, well, he got rather tongue tied. When he was talking to Emma, about homework, chess, politics, or other things that weren't personal, stuff just rolled off his tongue. He felt so comfortable with her. He just enjoyed being around her. But, he couldn't get himself to take the next step and actually ask her out on a date.
Emma was, in any case, looking forward to the slumber party. It would be fun. They were going to make s'mores, listen to records, play Trivial Pursuits and Truth or Dare, maybe even watch a horror movie (she really wanted to see The Ring; she had never seen it yet and was too scared to watch it alone), and certainly they would talk about boys. She was in fact planning on talking to her friends specifically about Bobby. They knew she liked him. Perhaps they could help her figure out how to get his attention. Tina and Bonnie were very experienced with boys, at least in comparison to her. Tina was even dating a graduate student, Gordon (see Chapter 18). Rumor had it that she had done quite a bit of stuff with guys.
There were boys who were also looking forward to the party. The girls ostensibly intended to keep it a secret, but lots of people found out about it, including Ron from the Chess Club. Boys had a way of finding out about slumber parties. It was as if there was a scent within the air. Actually, it was due to the fact that the girls talked incessantly about it. In any case, the boys knew what it meant: girls playing around in pajamas, perhaps even nighties, pillow fights, and maybe even some kissing games! There was no way they were going to miss this.
Chris and Ron planned their strategy. Bob, however, was very reluctant about becoming involved, and the reason was obvious to Ron and Chris. The fact that he was actually ambivalent about doing this was itself telling. It would seem to Ron and Chris that Bob would normally be very enthusiastic about such an escapade. It was true that he had not joined them in their revenge against Miss Harding (see The Lessons, Chapter14) but that was simply because he had missed the moment of opportunity. He later wanted to know all of the details, and clearly enjoyed hearing about it, enjoying it at least vicariously. No, there must be some special reason for being so ambivalent about joining this particular adventure, and it wasn't hard to figure out that it was because of his feelings for Emma.
Robert did eventually acquiesce. He did so in part because he didn't want to be left out. It was clear that Ron and Chris shared quite a bond in their "dalliance" with Miss Harding. If he did not join in he would run the risk of drifting to the periphery, becoming an outsider, even losing the trust and interest of his best friends. How could he explain declining to do something that would so clearly be one of the biggest experiences of their lives; well, at least the high point for whatever time passed until they topped it with something else.
The boys decided to come over around 10PM. They figured that by then the girls would probably be in their PJs, or even nighties, or better yet, undies. They debated about whether to get there sooner so they could see them change into their night clothes, but they wanted it to be good and dark so that they wouldn't be seen.
Ron had checked Emma's house in advance. It wasn't that easy to do, but it was the kind of assignment that he liked. He felt like a real cat burglar, skulking around the suburban neighborhood at night, trying to find Emma's bedroom. Fortunately, it was on the first floor. And, to top it off, it faced the back yard, which was ringed with bushes, even an overgrown Honeysuckle shrub right against the house. It was really unlikely that any neighbor would notice them. It was perfect for peeping, at least it seemed to them.
Their hearts were pounding as they snuck across the park that bordered Emma's backyard. There was no reason to sneak. There was nothing wrong with being in the park at night, but they knew what they were up to if nobody else would. And, it added to the fun to be skulking about. It made it all the more exciting.
When they got to her window, they were duly rewarded. Emma's bedroom had a lace curtain that they could very easily see through. If they kept their heads down, they would be unlikely to be seen themselves.
