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Chapter 35 - The Great Reveal

Barbara watched Peter leave for his shower; then a wicked thought sprang into her mind.

“Quick!” she exclaimed to Tamara. “Go! Get in the shower with him. That’s been his fantasy since forever. When we were younger, he wanted me to wash him in the shower at our resort but I was very reluctant. I love him so much, I’m afraid that I’d get carried away and do something that I’d regret. Go, do it! Hurry!”

Tamara liked the idea. A lot. So she ran into the bathroom while stripping off her clothes. Peter was washing his hair, eyes closed, as she slowly slid the shower door open and slipped in. He felt the cool breeze.

“Wha... Did the door open... Shit! Tamara? Ohgod, ohgod, how’d you know... Barbara must have told you.”

Tamara saw his cock jerk into rigidity, now pointing almost straight up, but she restrained herself from immediately attacking it and treated herself to the joy of soaping his body using her bare hands. She ran them over his shoulders and back, around his front where she caressed his pecs, then to his buttocks where she pushed, prodded and squeezed the muscles. Then reaching between his legs, she soaped up his cock and balls and ran a finger around his anus, tickling it.

Peter was groaning in ecstacy, his long-time fantasy was now finally being fulfilled. He let Tamara turn him around so she could soap up his chest and abs. She stroked and kneaded his pecs and squeezed his little nipples; his cock lurched when she did that. Then she moved her hands to his abs and let them roam over his smooth curves, out to his hips, and around to his buttocks, as she pulled herself close to him and rubbed her firm breasts with their taut nipples against his chest.

She couldn’t wait any longer. Dropping to her knees in front of Peter, Tamara took his rigid cock and pulled it away from his abdomen and without a pause, sunk her mouth down fully onto it. She must have had the right angle, with the rushing water providing great lubrication, because the tip of Peter’s cock passed into her throat without making her gag. Her lips now rested in the light fuzz of Peter’s pubes.

Fuck! I did it! she rejoiced. Now, let’s see if he likes this.

Breathing through her nose, she lashed her tongue around his cock and applied suction as she slowly pulled her head back, releasing his cock with a pop. Peter gasped and his knees shook. She plunged her head down again on his rigid organ and let her tongue play with the frenulum, the part on his penis that she had found last night to be so sensitive. Then she noticed the bottle of body wash on the floor where it had fallen. She let go of his cock but kept sucking it, grabbed the bottle, and squeezed a dollop of soap onto a finger. She brought the finger up to Peter’s anus and thrust it into his rectum up to the second knuckle; then she wiggled it.

Peter howled and she wiggled it again. Peter howled again, louder, and Barbara burst into the bathroom.

“What... Oh shit. Tamara!” she exclaimed. “I thought you were killing him!”

Just then, Peter let go with a roar as Tamara released his cock from her mouth with another loud “pop” and three ropes of cum splashed powerfully into her face as Peter gasped and grunted. There was a pause of a second, and then two more volleys were released. Another pause, and three more followed. Then a river of cum began oozing out of his cock. Tamara nodded with satisfaction and pulled her finger out of his ass.

Barbara was transfixed and stared in awe as Tamara looked at her with a self-satisfied smirk.

“You think I satisfied his fantasy?” she asked as Peter slid bonelessly down to the floor of the shower.

Barbara nodded wordlessly, staring at the scene as Peter tried to catch his breath.

“Oh fuck... pant, pant ... you near... pant ... killed me ... Never ever cum ... pant ... so hard... pant gasp ... felt like ... gasp ... my guts were ... pant ... pouring out ... gasp ... of my dick...”

“Poor baby,” Tamara comforted him, “was that too much for you?”

“Oh no!” he objected. “You can do that ... pant ... any time you want ... pant ... every day, too!”

Barbara smirked, “I think you created a monster there. Shit, girl, where’d you learn that? I saw all kinds of crazy stuff in the Program, but that just blew my mind! Not one of those girls in school ever got that kind of cum from a guy, ever! Do you give lessons?”

Peter laughed. “Tamara, the sex goddess, ahhh ... giving lessons. Uuuhh ... I can see it in lights.”

“Hey, you kids, stop playing now and get all that cum washed off,” Barbara joked. “I’ll be in the living room.”

The two lovers didn’t do any more sexy things; Peter washed Tamara off and they helped each other get dry. A little extra rubbing and patting were engaged in, though. No one complained.

In the living room, Barbara asked Tamara, “Say, girlfriend, for someone who hates nudity—like that Florida Stripped program and Naked in School, and who’s uncertain about visiting a nudist club, you don’t seem to have much personal modesty. Like when I walked in on you two in bed. Or just then, in the shower. So?”

Tamara shrugged. “I guess it’s who I’m with. You’re a friend; you’re safe. I feel really good emotions coming from you and I feel the love you and Peter share. So, in a way, you and Peter are part of the same ... um, emotional construct? You know psych much better than I do.”

“Hmm, I see. There’s this newish theory about ‘constructed emotion’ that argues that emotions are not reactions which are hard-wired in the brain but actually are concepts that get constructed by the brain. Interpretations of experiences that, when combined with memories, produce the particular emotion.”

Tamara nodded. “Makes sense; I think that theory is probably close to the reality. But what I meant is that to me, the emotional entity that is Peter also includes you in a lot of important ways.”

“Ohmygod, you’re gonna make me cry,” Barbara said and stood up to hug Tamara.

They sat again as Peter came in.

“Peter? You okay?” Barbara grinned at him.

“Damn, so crazy; still recovering from the most awesome cum I ever had.”

“Yeah, Barbara, you mentioned seeing crazy stuff. But that was only the second time I ever did that to a guy. Don’t tell me that those other girls weren’t better,” Tamara told her.

“From what I saw, they couldn’t hold your candle, dear. Some of the girls had reps as ‘BJ specialists’ in the school and the boys prayed that those girls would blow them if they could arrange it, like for ‘relief’ in class.

“But there was other crazy stuff too, like the times I saw ‘reasonable requests’ in the lunchroom that turned into couples fucking on the tables. Girl-on-girl action too. Sex in the P.E. showers. I saw one BJ in the girls’ locker room showers where there were three girls taking on a boy; they teased him and worked him up until he was panting. But when he shot off, it was just two squirts and done, plus a little moaning. The girls seemed to be disappointed, ‘cause I heard one say that she had told that kid not to take relief that day; she had a special BJ prepared for him and she wanted him to cum a lot. Crazy stuff like that.”

Peter nodded. “Yeah; I saw a lot of that too. The positive emotions, the anticipation, lust, desire, pleasure, all of that ... and you know, feeling those emotions wasn’t so bad, but they would still get me wiped out. And also they didn’t affect me as badly as the fear, despair, anguish, dread, embarrassment, humiliation, and even physical pain that happened every single fuckin’ week as the new set of victims were sacrificed on the Program altar as they had to endure the crazed student gauntlet looking for fresh meat.”

“His words paint a painful picture, Barbara,” Tamara told her. “What he just said made me think of Hieronymus Bosch’s paintings.” At her puzzled look, Tamara said, “Look him up. Dutch painter, late fifteenth century, early sixteenth. Many of the paintings he made show human moral failings; those mostly show nightmarish scenes in hell.”

“Damn, Tamara. You’re an art critic too. So. On that positive note, Peter, let’s see what questions about the resort and next month’s visit we can answer for Tamara,” Barbara suggested.

Maybe I can do this, Tamara thought. After all, lots of people seem to be nudists, and if Terence will... hell, I wonder what his bod is like... Um, sorry, Peter... I mustn’t be greedy, now.

The three of them began discussing the resort’s activities and facilities and the people who went there. Tamara learned that nudists included people from every possible occupation, and they occupied a wide swath of the social and economic strata. She told the siblings about her brief friendship with a nudist boy at the end of her high school days and his tales about his visiting the Miami nudist beach.

“But did you ever go there?” Barbara asked.

“Not to the nude part,” Tamara responded. “We did go to the regular swimsuit part though. It was just a beach—a nice one, and people were wearing suits.”

Barbara smiled and said, “Nudists call non-nudists ‘textiles,’ so we call clothed beaches ‘textile beaches.’ Textile is in the sense of cloth, you know, for clothing.”

“But I’m just so nervous about being naked with other people,” Tamara sighed. “I think I want to do it, but I still can’t get over my hesitant feelings about it.”

“Hey, that’s a totally natural feeling.” Barbara told her. “In one of my psych classes, we used the example of the Naked in School debacle to explore the role of clothes in society and how being forced to remove them caused a tremendous sense of vulnerability. Clothing allows one’s mind to create a barrier between people by hiding their natural selves. That’s because clothing has become a social marker; wearing clothes—and the kind of clothes we wear—affect the way we see ourselves. So society has instilled in people that the absence of clothes can be perceived as surrendering our sense of morality and becoming vulnerable.”

“I saw that in my history readings,” Tamara agreed. “In ancient times, conquering armies would strip the defeated people naked and parade them around. Nudity equaled vulnerability.”

“Yeah, that was one major source of the perception,” Barbara replied. “Social nudism is the direct response in challenging those ideas. Being nude with others reveals our true selves—when one removes her clothes, she also removes all artificial barriers between herself and others. And instead of causing a feeling of vulnerability, nudism gives you a sense of empowerment. A naked person has nothing to hide, it’s all there in the open. You can’t be judged by anything external, like the quality of your clothes; it’s just you.

“What this all boils down to is that your accepting nudism is up to you and you alone. It’s overcoming your fear of other people’s judgment. Your fear of vulnerability. Your fear of body image issues. It’s all in your mind. Because you’ll find none of those issues at a nudist resort. Okay, enough, I think. I hope my lecture helps you in deciding what you’ll do.”

“Thanks, Barbara. That was kinda reassuring, I guess,” Tamara told her. “I’ll need to think about what you said.”

Tamara had just a few more trivial questions, and after they had been answered, she gathered her things to leave. With a hug to Barbara and a huge kiss to Peter, she left for her apartment. She had lots to do and lots to think about.

When she arrived there, she took out her research notes. This coming week would be her first chance to work on the design of the new MRI detector she had envisioned. But she was distracted; her thoughts kept turning back to Peter.

How much should—or can—I tell him about my abilities? she mused.

Tamara decided that she needed to meditate to clear her mind. She wished that she were back at home so that she could attend a service to ask the lwa for guidance. As she began to let her mind drift away from conscious thoughts and started concentrating on relaxing all her muscles, thoughts not her own seemed to seep unbidden into her awareness.

The ounfò is not the peristil. The peristil is wherever holiness resides. You are the pwen, the focus of holiness. The peristil is you.

She lost herself in thought, while trying to maintain focus on the source of those thoughts, but the source was slippery, elusive, and when she felt that she had the source trapped, suddenly it was gone and another of those thoughts appeared, teasing her. She felt the faint whisper of a chuckle. A familiar chuckle. It suddenly came to her: Papa Legba! She realized that she had missed the feeling of rapport that she used to have in her mom’s services—and now Papa Legba was showing her a way to perhaps do it herself? Gradually allowing herself to surface from her meditative state, she whispered a plea of forgiveness to the lwa for what she planned to do.

“The peristil is you,” the thought had declared.

How do I do that? she wondered.

She looked around her small apartment. She would need to improvise. Recalling her mother’s ritual preparations, Tamara could provide just the bare essentials. Grabbing a bed sheet from her closet, she spread it on the floor. Then she took a package of baking flour from her pantry and a feather duster, and set those on the sheet. Finally, she took a pitcher and filled it with a little water. As an afterthought, she pulled out a plastic trash bag from its box, opened it flat, and spread it out on one corner of the sheet.

Then she grabbed her phone. She had made a recording of the drumming of the ountògi at one of her mom’s rituals; that would help her get into the proper mind set. Soon she was ready.

Tamara began by sprinkling the flour on the sheet in a very fine dusting and then, using a few feathers plucked from the duster, traced the outline of Papa Legba’s vevé in the flour while reciting a remembered prayer. Asking Legba’s pardon for lacking a sacrifice and rum and for her improvisations, she pulled the plastic bag over her tracing and sprinkled some water over it. Then she started the recording.

Tamara danced to the sounds of the drumming for what seemed to be hours. She felt first, the presence of Papa Legba, who praised her resourcefulness. As his presence faded, she was joined by Ayizan Velekete, her guardian, and Tamara felt enveloped by a sense of pride flowing from the lwa.

Pride? In me? Tamara wondered.

She felt a strongly affirming sense.

Then Tamara began to frame the thoughts of the guidance she sought.

Can—should—I tell Peter? How much? I think I love him. Is it right for us to love? Then an afterthought. Is it right to go to a nudist place?

At that last thought, Tamara sensed-heard-felt a chorus of laughs—just how many lwa were listening to her, anyway? she wondered. That’s when the warmth of Erzulie Mansur enveloped her and Tamara sensed that, indeed, a large number of lwa had become aware of something unexpected, a person, not a manbo or oungan, who had somehow come to the crossroads as a supplicant for advice.

Erzulie’s emotional warmth assured Tamara that Peter indeed felt love for her and that the two of them were well suited for each other.

Then Tamara felt the presence of Ayizan again as Erzulie faded away. Ayizan assured Tamara that she could share her secrets with Peter; that Peter himself had abilities which Tamara could unlock. As her presence began to depart from Tamara, Ayizan hinted that she was one of the few untrained and uninitiated people who had ever journeyed to the crossroads. She would have made an extraordinary manbo, but her role in life was far more important as a scientist.

The drumming stopped then—or had it stopped some time ago? Tamara checked the time. It had stopped about twenty minutes earlier, but for her, it had continued on in her mind as her body was moving to her own internal rhythms.

Wow, that was frikkin’ intense, she thought. I’m so happy that I reconnected with my spiritual guides.

Suddenly the thought formed in her head, And you don’t need the special preparations. Your focus is enough. You are a pwen.

That did it; she began to cry. But now exhausted from her mental efforts, she dropped onto her bed for a nap. Her ringing phone woke her several hours later. It was Nadine.

She answered, “Hi, Mom. Oh! I was supposed to call you an hour ago; sorry.”

“That’s fine, sweetheart. My senses told me that you had quite the experience earlier today. I figured you were exhausted after that.”

“Jeez, Mom, you could sense that?”

“I think most manbos and oungans felt something, unless they were half-dead. It was a huge disturbance in the spirit world. Not a bad one. But it had the feeling of your presence. Can you tell me about it?”

Tamara explained what she had done; the setup, and about the advice she had gotten.

“Truly, a woman beloved of the lwa,” Nadine said after hearing the story. “So you feel like you’ve met your soul-mate in Peter?”

“Yeah, Mom. I could feel it when we first met, actually, but I tried denying it at first. It just seemed to be too easy to be true. But we work together well and think alike, too. He’s an incredibly strong empath and can even feel when I ‘push’ emotions.”

“Um, you don’t...” Nadine began.

“No, no. I haven’t done anything like influencing him. He had an awful high school experience and it scarred his psyche. I’ve comforted him several times when he began to get bad memories and he could feel me doing that.”

“Well, that’s good. So the lwa think that you can share your secrets. That means a lot to me about your man, Tamara. Very few of us ever get such definite advice after seeking guidance; much of their guidance comes in riddles.”

Tamara chuckled. “I know, Mom. Been there.”

“Ah, here’s your dad. Love you and we’ll talk next Sunday.”

“Love, Mom and ‘bye. Hi, Dad.”

“Hello, Sugar. You still dating Peter?”

“It’s only last week you asked that, Dad,” Tamara said, exasperated.

Wilson laughed. “I could feel your eye-rolling all the way here. Mom has the full details, I assume.”

“She can give you the scoop, yeah.”

“So this week I looked into what Emma’s ... um, father-in-law, right? said about my uncle.”

“Yep, it’s Stuart Marshall, Dad. He was a colonel or something in the Brit Royal Marines. Now he’s a college prof.”

“He had Uncle Dan’s name correct. It was Daniel Jean-Baptiste. I had no idea he was so decorated; he was really modest. And intense! He worked my ass off. Some of the things he taught me saved my life—my men’s too. I did contact their headquarters in Portsmouth, England and confirmed that Dan was everything you heard about him. Ha, they want me to send my military biography to them; seems they keep ... um... pedigrees of their decorated Marines, listing who they’ve trained and their own decorations. That’s a really small force, but they have an awesome history. Yeah, I’d love to meet Stuart. We might be close in age and I did come across Royal Marine units from time to time. But the officers and enlisted didn’t mix. I’ll see if Mom and I can get time off around the holidays, when you have time off too. We’ll try to come to visit there. I owe a lot of folks in D.C. a visit too.”

“That would be great, Dad. Oh, I gotta make dinner now. I took a nap and overslept. I’ll talk to you next week; love ya.”

“Bye, sweetie.”

~~~~

The first thing on Monday morning, Tamara met with Emma to discuss Tamara’s research proposal when Terence came in.

“Ah, good, you’re here, Terence,” Emma greeted him. “You mentioned when you rang me Friday last that you were keen to do a trial run, but you seemed nervous and were stumbling in your speech. I gather, from your hesitancy to ask outright, that you want to try nudism and need a friendly place to try it out. Is that it?”

Terence smiled. “Exactly, Emma. Ah had a great time at y’all’s place; so did Barbara. Now she’s asked me to go to her resort next month and all her relatives’ll be there. She said that maybe they’d allow me to wear a swimsuit but Ah don’t want’a be a dork. Also, um, Tamara...”

Face burning, he made a shooing motion for Tamara to speak.

Tamara chuckled. “Yeah, Peter asked me about going too, and I’d rather not be dork number two. Abi said you kinda have Saturday nudist open houses in July?”

Emma grinned. “Ooh, new converts; I love it. We do have people stopping in then, don’t we. As well, they let us know beforehand, so we know who’s coming. And in August, my family goes to our resort. We do cabin rentals there every year. So you want to try social nudism. You said that both your significant others will come with you too, yes?”

They nodded, “Yeah.” ... “Uh huh.”

“Brilliant. I’ll tell you who’ll be coming, later this week, besides my family. Most of our regulars are away this week so there won’t be more than ten, I think, plus Andrew and me and you four. Okay, all set? Good. Tamara and I need to get back to her project.”

Mid-June

It was another week gone and Tamara still hadn’t set foot into the lab. Emma was a stern taskmaster and had gone over every one of Tamara’s calculations ... several times. Tamara couldn’t fault her, though; Emma had caught two places where incomplete assumptions changed the limits in area integrations, thus changing the size of the field that the RF generator would produce. Tamara would have caught those problems, but at the cost of a new experimental setup and the delay of a week’s work. She began to have a new appreciation for the value of thorough theoretical pre-planning. Now most of her designs had a sound mathematical basis for their proper function; the remaining parts of her designs needed experimental confirmation of proper field strength and uniformity.

On Emma’s part, she was continually amazed at how strong Tamara’s intuition was for all things electronic. Without doing an entire page of calculations, Tamara could look at a design and be able to tell, within one or two standard deviations, how close the design would come to its theoretical performance. Emma saw that Tamara could visualize an entire system, and in her mind, break it up into the components that would make it function. No wonder she was able to develop ground-breaking devices before she learned the mathematics that governed their performance. Tamara was a true engineering physicist. She just needed to develop a little more patience and to hone a self-critical sense.

Then the weekend arrived.

~~~~

They went to Emma’s in Barbara’s car again; she was the only one of the four who had a car—not that the others needed one. Public transit in Baltimore was readily available, plus anything that they needed to buy could be found within a few blocks of campus.

When they arrived, they found that they were the first arrivals. For Tamara, that was a relief; she wasn’t looking forward to stripping in front of a group (horrors) or making a naked grand entrance the way Abi did the last time (worse horrors). She was amused to sense the relief that Terence felt when he realized the same thing; the tension in his shoulders let go as he exhaled in a whoosh.

She looked at him as he was getting out of the front seat. “Happy we don’t have to give a show?” she asked.

“Yeah... dang! How’d y’all figure that out?” he asked, surprised.

Barbara laughed. “Tamara’s our human lie detector. She says she can’t do it, but I’m convinced that she’s a mind reader in mufti.”

Andrew welcomed them to his home.

“You lot are the first to arrive. Emma tells me that this visit is your nudism ‘trial run,’ innit? Let me tell you a secret. She was so scared when we drove up to our resort for her first time that she tried to keep her eyes closed. She also didn’t want anyone to think she was staring—but wherever she looked, she started staring!”

Emma came over. “Andrew! Don’t give away our family secrets, now. So since you’re our first guests today, if you get those togs off now, you won’t give a show to our other guests, will you.”

Tamara looked at Terence and winked. “See, Emma’s a mind reader too.”

Emma looked confused. “What did I say? Whose mind am I reading?”

Barbara laughed. “It’s an inside joke, Emma. From a conversation we had in the car. Is there a preferred changing room or area? Or right here?”

“In a hurry, are we now?” Andrew laughed. “There’s a guest bedroom down the hall and that’s the official ‘get starkers’ zone. We even have a clothes tree and hanging rack there for your convenience. Oh, and several Program clothing boxes too, if you want to bring back memories.”

Barbara stared at him. “Shit, really, Andrew? Are you putting us on? Be serious.”

“Ha. I’m totally serious. They really are official Program clothing boxes from my high school, aren’t they.”

Peter looked around at the others. “I guess that I’m the only one here who ever used one, right?”

They all looked at each other and nodded.

“Okay, I’ll look at them and give my verdict. I heard somewhere that the Program office used a standard design.”

They all trooped over to the bedroom, and there, lined up against the far wall, stood three boxes; they were eighteen-inch cubes, painted a bright yellow with the letters “OSA” stenciled on the sides in red. They had a hinged top lid and a locking device.

“Fuck,” Peter exclaimed, “this is crazy; they are real!”

“Oh, I’ve seen boxes like that before,” Tamara blurted out.

“You have?” Peter asked, surprised. “I thought your school never had the Program.”

“It didn’t,” she giggled. “But a bunch of those got delivered to my school. They used them to store junk and stuff and I didn’t know that they were supposed to be for the Program. That’s kinda funny, actually.”

“What’s the ‘OSA’ for?” Terence asked.

“It’s for ‘Office of Social Awareness,’ the official name of the national Program office,” Andrew told him. “Nobody called it that; it was a barmy euphemism.”

“So how’d you get them?” Tamara asked.

“It’s a story. My sister Sam nicked them and we wound up with them. She’s coming today and can tell you about it. So are you lot ready to get all bollocks-naked for the Program? Be happy this isn’t your old high school,” he laughed and walked out, calling to them, “When you’re ready, come on out to the patio. Have fun!”

Tamara thought, Okay, now it’s time for the great reveal, but then she noticed Peter’s thoughtful look and felt a sense of confusion flowing from him. And she became aware of a strong nervous energy coming from Terence.

“Peter...?” she asked.

“It’s okay,” he assured her. “First I felt a trigger start, seeing those infernal Program boxes. Then seeing them here—uprooted from their former reality—made me feel like I did when I was in my dissociated state. And in an instant, I was back here again, amused that they have those things.”

Terence and Barbara had paused what they were doing and were listening to Peter.

“Bro, that sounds like at least one of your past experiences is no longer a trigger,” Barbara said. “That’s wonderful. Say, Terence is really nervous and I have an idea.”

Terence choked out a shaky laugh. “Damn, Ah feel like Ah used to when Coach told me he was gonna put me in the next play... nervous energy, y’know?”

“I’m feeling a bit nervous too, Barbara. What’s your idea?” Tamara asked.

“Let’s have each person take one item off the other one,” Barbara said. “Tops first.”

She turned to Terence. “Do it. And I’ll do you.”

Tamara took hold of Peter’s tee shirt and pulled it off his head and Peter pulled her top off the same way.

The girls, wearing bras, looked at the bare-chested boys and then at each other.

Barbara laughed. “Modification. Boys help with bras.”

They turned around to allow the boys access to the bra catches and giggled at their fumbling. A few seconds’ of coaching got the job done.

“Shoes and socks?” Barbara asked. “Oh, we all have slipons. Okay, slip ‘em off. Then shorts. Boys do us first.”

Terence slipped Barbara’s shorts down while Peter did Tamara’s. Then the girls did the boys. The slow-motion strip tease must have been erotic, because both boys’ underpants had huge bulges—but Tamara noticed that Terence’s bulge looked enormous. The boys then pulled down their dates’ panties; Tamara stepped out of the puddle of cloth made by her shorts and panties and reached for Peter’s underpants as she heard Barbara speaking softly.

“Jeezus, Terence, what the hell’s inside there?” as she pulled down his underpants, after stretching out the waistband over the bulge. And stretched it out further. And further.

Then, “OH!” both Barbara and Tamara exclaimed.

Overall, Terence was a big guy. Interior lineman big. He was six-feet-five-inches tall and weighed around 250 pounds and all of it was chiseled muscle. And his massive size carried over to the size of his penis too; it was simply enormous; mostly flaccid but also somewhat “fluffed,” it hung almost halfway down Terence’s thigh.

Barbara muttered, “Ohmygod, just wow!”

Terence hung his head; the hurt in his eyes was apparent.

Tamara felt waves of shame flowing from him and thought, Shit, he expects revulsion and fear from us seeing him. Jeez, he didn’t get to choose how big he’d be, body or cock. I gotta say something...

But Barbara beat her to it. “Terence, honey, don’t EVER be ashamed of any part of your gorgeous body—even that big boy down there. I think it looks damned amazing and fits your body perfectly.”

Terence looked up. “It don’t scare or revolt y’all? Really?”

Both Barbara and Tamara chorused, “No way!” and Peter said, “Damn, dude, I’m so envious.”

Tamara punched him lightly in the arm. “Yours is just perfect for me, so don’t get any ideas that you’re inferior.”

Terence sighed. “Y’know, Ah’ve always been a little ashamed of how big Ah’m. In the locker room, lots of guys, like Peter, say they envy me, but every time Ah was with a gal and she felt it—didn’t even need to expose it—my size scared ‘em off.”

“And your cock is the reason you didn’t want to get naked last time, right?” Barbara asked.

“Sure. That was why; Ah was afraid of scaring everyone with my cock. When y’all asked me if Ah wanted to strip last week, it ‘most freaked me out. The size of my cock actually scared away all’a my prospective girlfriends. When we would make out on dates, they’d rub me, Ah’d get hard, they’d get scared and want t’stop.”

Barbara grinned. “It doesn’t scare me. Say, Peter, remember those twins at the resort from about four years ago?”

“Oh, right. Sure. Now, they were really freaks.”

She grinned at Terence. “They’d put you to shame. They were even bigger—and nobody was shocked or disgusted. I’m curious, how big do you get... um... damn, that’s not a proper question. Forget it.”

Terence laughed, relaxed now for the first time all morning. “Huh. Not a lot bigger, actually. Just thicker. Maybe eight inches?”

“Oh, cool,” Barbara said. “Say, can we go out now?”

Terence nodded. “Y’all go first, okay? They need t’see me gradually.”

Time to continue my own great reveal, Tamara thought as she took a big breath and went out the door after Barbara.

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