This story is a continuation of the characters and plots developed in the story "Rebecca Becomes a Party Girl," Chapters 1 through 7 (under username edisonCaroline).
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I. Rebecca and the Manilla Envelope
Rebecca smiled. Today was going to be a good day. A relaxing Wednesday. After school she had some downtime, which was rare in raising three boys. Sitting on the back porch with Pepper, her faithful Rhodesian Ridgeback, sounded blissful. Unfortunately, her moment of bliss was short lived as the school principal emerged from his office suite.
"Rebecca," said Dr. Harris, "I need you to drop off an envelope for the Bermuda Boys on your way home."
"I thought they had already left," said Rebecca.
"Today was their last day here, but they leave for Bermuda tomorrow afternoon."
The Bermuda Boys, as Dr. Harris calls them, were Andre and Mark, who were just finishing up a year working at the school. They had come over from Bermuda to gain administrative experience in a US school. Bermuda was currently undergoing some changes in the administration in their schools and the powers that be thought visiting a US school might provide some fresh ideas.
Rebecca took the manilla envelope from Dr. Harris' extended hand. She liked Dr. Harris, he was a good and empathetic principal. She had known him for a couple of years, but only through school, so only as "the Principal." He had come from a school in Mississippi following his divorce.
On her way home, Rebecca swung by the men's home. They worked mostly with the school administration, visiting classes and school events, meeting with central administration, and concentrating on school policy and procedures. Rebecca had interacted with them several times during their stay, including picking them up from the airport in August, and they seemed like nice men. Men. In her mind, they were still boys, as they were in their late-20s or early-30s. A good 20 years younger than she was. They were polite and a bit formal, although she thought that might be because they were at work. Seeing them walking to their cars after school they seemed liked the gregarious group of boys they were. As it was now June, the end of the school year, they were headed back home to Bermuda.
"Hey, there," said Rebecca upon reaching their front door. "Dr. Harris asked me to drop this by. He said you needed it before you left."
"Rebecca," said Andre. "Come in. Things are a bit disheveled as we have begun the process of packing. Not anywhere close to being finished, but at least we've started."
Rebecca wasn't planning on staying, but Andre was very inviting and she wasn't really in a hurry. The house was nice, with a little bit of land, so the neighbors weren't particularly close. The front door gave way to a small foyer with stairs and a hallway occupying the center, a sitting room to the left, and a kitchen to the right.
"Wow," said Rebecca. "That's quite the kitchen."
"It is," said Andre. "Whoever built this house really liked a big kitchen. It's been great. While our level of cooking is not commensurate with the kitchen, we do know how to make a good mess."
Rebecca followed Andre down the hall and into the large living room at the back of the house. The room had a series of large windows looking out onto the backyard, as well as windows on either side of the room facing the somewhat distant neighbors. Andre motioned to one of the plush chairs and she sat down.
"Are you looking forward to getting back home?" said Rebecca. "It must be a challenge being way for so long."
Rebecca couldn't imagine being away from home for a year.
"Yes, and no," said Andre. "We all miss home, but it's been nice here as well. At home we're just another group of guys, but here, we're the Bermudians with a fun accent."
The conversation moved from topic to topic, none too deep or controversial, and Rebecca was enjoying Andre's laughter. After several minutes of chatting with Andre, Mark walked into the room from the hallway.
"Andre," said Mark, "have you seen my blue shirt? The one I wore to the movies last week?"
Rebecca knew that Mark had yet to see her. He was dressed in only a bath towel that covered him from waist to knee. Rebecca was impressed with his physique, six-pack abs and sturdy shoulders, not to mention a tight ass.
"Mark," said Andre, "you remember Rebecca? She came by and dropped off an envelope from Dr. Harris."
"Oh, my," said Mark. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there. Hello and I normally wear more than just a towel when people come to visit. My apologies."
"That's okay," said Rebecca. "I think I can handle it. I need to be leaving shortly, anyway."
Rebecca laughed, still taking in Mark's body.
"Good," said Mark. "I wouldn't want to scare you away."
Rebecca continued to talk to Andre and Mark, with the conversation focusing mostly on their experiences while they were in the US and the people that they met. Rebecca was intrigued by some of the differences between the education systems in Bermuda and the US. She was also more than a bit distracted by Mark's towel. As Mark moved in his armchair, his towel would shift, and Rebecca had a hard time not paying attention.
It wasn't that the towel was riding up Mark's legs, but rather, as he shifted his body position, he was coming to face her more head-on and she could see increasingly further up his towel. Not that she was looking, but she was, she couldn't help it. Rebecca found herself looking at Mark and then looking at Andrea, and when she looked back toward Mark her first focus would be between his legs. The more she tried to avoid it, the more she became aware that she was doing it.
Then it happened, Mark moved in his chair, spread his legs a bit, and she found herself staring at Mark's cock, lying on the chair between his legs. Even soft, he had a very large cock. All of her anticipation shifted to her pussy and she could feel herself getting wet. She needed to leave.
Neither Mark, nor Andre, seemed to notice Mark was revealing himself. Maybe it was the angle. Rebecca could see that Mark was facing her and not Andre. With each movement Mark made, Rebecca got a different view of his cock. She tried not to notice, but he had a very nice cock, even beautiful.
Rebecca continued to engage in the conversation, although distractedly. She wasn't sure, but Mark's cock seemed to be growing. It moved from lying on the chair to hovering slightly above it. He wasn't actually hard yet, but his large cock seemed longer and fuller than when she first saw it.
After several minutes, Mark got up to get a glass of water and Rebecca watched as his towel got caught in the chair. He was now naked from head to toe, only a few feet from her, and she took in his full physique. He had one of the largest cocks she had ever seen, and it was definitely hardening.
"Whoa," said Mark reaching for his towel, his cock wagging freely.
"Hey, dude," said Andre. "You forget something?"
"Sorry about that," said Mark.
"No worries," said Rebecca. "No harm, no foul. Not the first I've ever seen."
Rebecca noticed that Mark didn't entirely cover up once he had retrieved his towel. Instead, he stood to the side of her, his cock still exposed and standing out from his body.
"I hope I didn't offend you," said Mark.
"Not at all," said Rebecca. "That's quite the . . . member you've got there."
"Why, thank you, ma'am," said Mark in a silly formal tone, half bowing, as he grasped his cock. "I'm pretty proud of it."
Rebecca couldn't help but watch him as he pulled on his cock, encouraging it to full length. It was big and dark, with a slight left-handed turn. She smiled. She couldn't help it. She liked to see men's hard cocks.
"Listen," said Mark. "You don't seem too upset, so could I get a picture with you?"
