Northern Minnesota

This is my entry to the Literotica Nude Day Story Contest 2025

Michelle befriends her stepsister Isabelle

My editor Ken has done a masterful job editing this story. Thank you, Ken

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I was happy in my small hometown of Kokomo, Indiana. I had just finished 12th grade and graduated, walking across the stage to get my diploma. My high heels made my naturaI wiggle more pronounced. I saw Mr. Saunders gazing up at me. He was my World Religions teacher. He seemed to be trying to look up to see under my graduation gown. Could he know I was naked underneath it? No, that wasn't possible. Sometime my imagination is just silly.

I think Mr. Saunders was surprised when I wrote my senior thesis on the sex life of Lords Vishnu and Ganesha, or Ganesh as I sometimes prefer. I added a nod to Shiva who was both male and female. Of course, any mention of Shiva required one of Parvati. Ganesha is a cute little elephant from the Hindu religion with lots of arms and hands. I had to do a lot of research and use the library of nearby Purdue University to write the essay. I got an A+ on it and a lot of strange looks from Mr. Saunders.

Now that school was over, I was waiting for July, when I would be shipped off to somewhere deep in the forests of far north Minnesota, where my father lived. I had seen him only twice since my parents' bitter divorce when I was 14. Now, however, I was barely 18 and a proud high school graduate. I was dreading the visit, since I knew I'd be bored out of my mind.

My high school boyfriend Byron was upset I was going away to Minnesota for five weeks. He deflowered me after trying to convince me to go all the way for months. I really liked him so in the end I gave him my virginity. After that, he couldn't get enough of me. I enjoyed it too.

Dad had remarried a busty tart with a daughter my age. She was Isabelle. (I'm Michelle.) She took me to a party shortly after I arrived. Maybe this would not be as horrible a visit as I dreaded it would be. Isabelle had inherited the oversized bust of her mother. In contrast, I was modestly endowed.

Even though it was a mix of a high school and college party, there was lots of booze. I don't like beer, so I had a Scotch and water, my dad's customary drink. I'd never had one before, but I didn't want it to seem that way. Ten minutes after our arrival, a cute guy named Harry hit on me. Twenty minutes later I was drinking my second Scotch and water.

Harry and I talked to each other for a while, sharing our likes and dislikes. I came to like him, so it seemed natural that we began to make out on a couch in the basement. I felt freed from the usual constraints of being a "good girl" and maintaining my reputation as such, since the only person I knew at the party, and indeed in the entire state of Minnesota, was Isabelle. (Dad and my stepmother, "Call me Mom," don't count.) This new freedom felt liberating; it felt wonderful.

I should point out that back home in Indiana where I was a "good girl," I had nevertheless had my share of intimate boyfriends, especially Byron. I knew the score, and I was on birth control. I was just careful about my reputation. I was also disease-free.

Harry gave great kisses. Like many high school boys, it seemed like he resembled Lord Vishnu, with four arms and hands. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once. It was dark in the basement, so when he unclipped my bra, I didn't complain or try to stop him. He got his hands on my boobs, and it felt good, so I didn't protest but simply continued to kiss. He removed my sweater, making me topless, but as I said the basement was dark and I knew almost nobody, so I suppressed my unease. We resumed kissing. I was a little nervous being topless at a party, but Isabelle was on the floor making out with some stud, and she was down to wearing only her Hello Kitty panties. This wasn't Rome, but when in Northern Minnesota...

Harry had a hand resting gently on the back of my neck, and two more of his hands were caressing my boobs, playing with my nipples. My nipples are a fiercely erogenous region for me, more so than they are for my friends, as I learned from sleepover parties beginning at age 12. I was turned on something fierce. I was also drunk from my two drinks of Scotch whisky, and whatever clear liquid Harry surreptitiously added to my second drink. Yes, I saw him do it.

I figured that's what's done in Northern Minnesota. I went along to get along.

Math was my strongest subject in school, so despite my inebriated state it was easy to figure out that three hands were molesting me. A fourth hand slipped under my skirt. Harry had placed a blindfold on me, presumably to heighten the feel of his hands. I suspected, however, it was to protect my eyes from the bright light that often came with the appearance of Lord Vishnu. I panicked, however, when I thought maybe it wasn't Vishnu, but Lord Ganesha the elephant. Vishnu was better looking than Ganesha, by a country mile. Ganesha was, however, enormously cute. It didn't matter, I realized, because of the blindfold on. Besides, my eyes were closed.

I had learned that Lord Vishnu, sometimes in disguise, enjoyed having sex with human women. He wasn't always strictly on the up and up, either. For example, sometimes he would deceive them into believing he was their husband. If he could do that, tricking me into believing he was a high school or college guy in Minnesota was probably child's play. The idea of sex with a deity turned me on.

The fourth hand, the one under my skirt, was a talented one. It began to caress my sex. I was being stimulated with kisses, boob and nipple fondling, and now vaginal fondling. It had to be Ganesha, not Vishnu. Ganesha found my clitoris. None of my former boyfriends, even Byron, seemed to know it existed. Ganesha had talents beyond my wildest dreams.

A fifth and a sixth hand arrived. Many incarnations of Ganesha have six arms and hands. The fifth hand gently pushed me flat onto the couch. My skirt disappeared. Now I was naked, in a dark basement room in Northern Minnesota, where I knew nobody, I kept telling myself, except for Isabelle. She was making a lot of noise as some lucky stud (probably -- hopefully -- her boyfriend) fucked the living daylights out of her. I removed the blindfold to see what was going on around me. I couldn't tell if Isabelle's partner was Tom or not. She had introduced me to him earlier in the party.

I had never seen two people fucking before. I mean fucking in the flesh and not on a porn site. My eyes now wide open, I looked around the room and two other couples were fucking too. Wow -- no wonder Dad had moved to Northern Minnesota! I had never been to a party like this one in Indiana.

I was disappointed, however, because I had missed seeing Lord Ganesha, not to mention Lord Vishnu. The only hands on me now were those of Harry. It's too bad, because Ganesha is the Hindu lord of success. Not many people have seen him, I suppose, but at least I got to experience his hands. I looked forward to telling Mr. Saunders all about him. I had a bit of a crush on Mr. Saunders. That would have to wait until I returned to Indiana.

I was surprised I wasn't embarrassed to be naked in public, but Isabelle was naked too, as were Harry and whoever was fucking Isabelle, but I wasn't sure.

"Who's the guy fucking Isabelle?" I asked. I wasn't positive it was Tom.

"It's Friday night, so it's probably Fred. On Thursdays it's Thomas, and on Wednesdays it's Wendel."

"You've got to kidding," I said, looking Harry in the eye.

"Yes, I'm kidding. Although Isabelle has a bit of a reputation, you know."

"No, I don't know. Is she the type of girl who lets a guy she just met get her naked at a party?" Harry was studying my naked body as if he were going to have an exam on female anatomy and was cramming for it.

"I don't know. I've never studied guys' asses." His face wasn't visible to us, but his ass certainly was, as it rose and fell with each thrust into Isabelle's luscious body. There was a pimple on his left ass cheek.

"He's doing a good job of fucking her, whoever he is. I can ask Isabelle later. She's my stepsister, you know."

"We locals always do a good job. Would you like me to show you?"

"Is there a more private spot?" I asked, using my sweet voice.

"It's okay right here. Everyone knows Mike's basement is reserved for this type of fun. That's why some girls didn't come down here."

I looked around the room, indicating the spectacular copulations taking place in two of the room's corners.

"Are you jealous?" Harry asked as he removed his pants and underpants.

"Not anymore," I said, as I checked out his equipment. Harry was hard. His cock was throbbing. I got scared. "Maybe we should go upstairs. Where are my clothes?"

Harry didn't answer me verbally. Instead, he put the blindfold back on me. Harry placed my hand on his hard cock. I caressed it and began to tug it. I figured this would allow Ganesh to visit me again. Ganesh did indeed visit me and this time four of his hands drove me over the top to a climax. After my climax, with my breathing labored, I felt Ganesh climb over me. He's a small elephant so he is heavy, although not as heavy as I feared. Suddenly Ganesh entered me! I jumped up in distress, and despite his power, his penis fell out as I became vertical. I heard myself saying, "NO. Stop!"

With Ganesha and Vishnu each hand has religious significance. Ganesha is a happy elephant, and I felt guilty for disappointing him. I suspected, however, that Ganesha had existed only in my imagination; the true molester was Harry and maybe a friend or two, to account for all of the hands. After all, why would a Hindu god want to ravish little me in the forests of Northern Minnesota? Yet I saw no friends of Harry anywhere about. Everyone but us four couples were upstairs, dancing, smoking, drinking, whatever.

"Harry, I just met you a few hours ago, and I'm drunk. We're not having sex tonight," I said, trying to put a little authority in my voice.

"When should be have sex, then?"

The audacity of the man! Why did he think it was a foregone conclusion we would have sex? To be fair, he did get me naked in public within two hours of meeting me for the first time. It's not as if I was playing the role of a virtuous maiden girl. I was being easy, so maybe he was trying to sound me out.

"Maybe after we've dated for a while."

"Want to go to the movies tomorrow night?"

"Is there even a movie theater around here?"

"There's one in Bemidji, where the university is. It's showing the new movie Sinners." Bemidji was 25 miles away, on country roads cutting through the forest. It's where the local branch of the University of Minnesota was.

"I've heard great things about that movie."

"It's a date then. Maybe Isabelle and Tom would like to join?"

I was surprised he would cramp his style with two other people there, but I liked the idea. It sounded safer. I hadn't counted on just how wild Isabelle really was, but maybe we'd all just have a good time, enjoy the movie, make out a little, and call it a night.

**

We got to Bemidji early, so we had time for Harry, Tom, and Isabelle to show us around the town. I enjoyed looking at the giant statue of Paul Bunyan with his huge blue ox. I was disappointed the blue ox had neither a vagina nor a penis. I figured that's why he's blue.

We got to talking. Harry asked me if I was ever dared to do something outrageous. I told him at high school graduation my boyfriend Byron dared me to walk across the stage naked except for my graduation gown, and shoes.

"Did you?" Harry asked, with a disbelieving but horny smile on his face.

"Of course not," I replied. Harry looked disappointed until he saw the meaningful smile on my face. "I wore panties."

"So you were topless under your gown?"

"Yeah. I'm sure I wasn't breaking new ground. It's been done before, probably lots of times."

"Maybe I should move to Indiana."

"You're doing fine right here," Isabelle said, winking at him.

"I dare you to walk across the Mississippi River topless," Tom said. "Both of you."

"I'm not Jesus Christ. I'm afraid I can't walk on water," I replied.

Isabelle was smiling. "I'll do it if you will," she said. I looked at her as if she were crazy. "Tonight, we go to see Sinners. Tomorrow we'll be the sinners."

There was an inside joke there that I didn't understand. I learned the next day we were close to the headwaters of the Mississippi. The river emptied into Lake Bemidji and exited on the other side. At its headwaters it was little more than a creek.

We drove to a park that featured the source of the river. It was a short walk from the parking area to the river. At the river there was nobody around except the four of us. Isabelle quickly stripped to her waist. I was wearing a dress, so I had no choice but to outdo her, stripping down to my panties. The river was shallow, not more than up to our knees. There were stones to step on, and it was almost possible to get across just stepping from rock to rock. Isabelle went first, and I followed her, a close second. Harry and Tom removed their shoes and socks. They crossed expertly, behind the two of us.

I felt risqué, being nearly naked in public. I got a little tingly. Isabelle was also clearly turned on. Almost as soon as we got to the other side of the river Isabelle offered herself to Tom, stripping off the rest of her clothes. "I've always wanted to make love outdoors," she brazenly said. Her body was gorgeous. She led Tom to behind a small grove of trees, which offered a little privacy, although not much. I was scared for her, and my body grew goosebumps.

Tom could not get hard. Isabelle tried everything, including a hand job and a blowjob, but nothing worked. I felt bad for the poor guy. I guessed it was the aspect of being outdoors, and in public. Isabelle was sweet about it. She just kissed him and let him play with her boobs, while Harry took pictures using his cell phone camera.

Harry turned to me, standing there dumbly, nearly naked and barely protected from discovery by the grove of trees. He approached me and kissed me, holding me in his arms.

"We're kind of exposed here," I nervously said.

"That's okay. I'm already hard. Besides, it's National Nude Day today," he said as he dropped his pants and boxers. He was right. His cock stuck out like a tiny flagpole.

I had never heard of anything called "National Nude Day." I thought Harry was making it up. My lack of amusement showed on my face.

Isabelle piped up that it was indeed National Nude Day. She later explained that Tom got her naked in public on the previous year's National Nude Day. I didn't believe her.

"What's this nonsense about National Nude Day?"

"It's worldwide on July 14th each year. People get naked to celebrate it."

"They get naked in public??"

"Sure. Like you are now. Have you ever had sex outdoors?" Harry asked.

"I'm not naked. I have my panties on," I said, rather pathetically.

"Have you ever had sex outdoors?" Harry wasn't going to let it go.

"I fooled around a bit with a guy I liked, once or twice," I replied, blushing a little. I was not about to let Isabelle outdo me.

"Was it in a corn field?"

"Good guess. But only when the corn was high, late in the summer."

"Well, there's less corn here in Minnesota, but there's lots of pine and spruce trees. I bet they provide even more privacy."

"I guess so," I said, just before Harry gave me another lovely kiss. Then he removed my panties, rendering me naked before him, Tom, Isabelle, and nature in general. A squirrel scurried away. I giggled.

Harry produced the same blindfold he had used at the party. I giggled as he put it on me. I was wondering if Lord Ganesha would visit me again.

Harry began by fondling my tits, just as he had done at the party two days earlier. Two more hands began to fondle me, focusing once again on my clitoris. I recognized the exquisite technique. It had to be Lord Ganesha.

I did notice Lord Ganesha had long fingernails during this visit, as he used one of his hands to enter me and seek out my G-spot. He found it of course; he's a deity, after all. One thing was strange: both my nipples were being kissed and sucked. That turns me on, so I was puzzled but happy. I finally figured it out. Ganesha has the trunk of an elephant of course, and it's wide at the end. Elephants have fine motor coordination with their trunks, so perhaps Ganesh could pleasure both of my nipples at once? Of course he can; he's a god! Wait until Mr. Saunders hears about this!

Suddenly everything stopped. I heard Harry speaking. "I know you pretty well now, Michelle. May I?"

I knew what he meant. I had been pretty sure he was going to try something. I was ready! I guess he asked because he's from Minnesota and I'd heard everyone is polite up there. Also, according to my sex ed class, the man is obligated to ask first. Nobody in Indiana had ever asked first.

"Yes, you may," I replied.

As Harry gently spread my legs, Isabelle said, "Hey Tom, you're hard! A hard cock is a terrible thing to waste." Less than a minute later I heard Isabelle groan. From the noises alongside me, they were really going at it.

"I want to be on top," I said, since the ground I was lying on had rocks and stuff, and something was poking my back rather painfully.

It wasn't easy getting me into position on top since I was blindfolded, but Harry has a lot of talent. Before long I was bouncing around on top of the dear man. I was sure his back would take a beating from the small rocks all about, but he's a guy. In my experience, guys will put up with anything to fuck a girl.

It was unintentional, but Harry and I presented quite the sight. My boobs were bouncing around happily as I moved up and down, and Harry lasted longer than I thought he would. My blindfold was still on, and Harry's head was facing away from the trail, so neither of us noticed the two guys who were watching us fuck. Tom later confessed he had seen them there, but he remained quiet. Tom knew the guys. They had their cell phones out and were taking a video of the two fucks. When I later learned this, I was glad I had worn the blindfold!

Tom emptied his load inside Isabelle, but Harry was still going blockbusters inside me. I could tell Isabelle had been close to a climax, but I guess Tom could not hold out any longer. To my surprise, I heard Isabelle gasp. Her gasp was followed by moans, the slaps of flesh hitting flesh, and she quickly (and loudly) climaxed. It seemed Tom had recovered and recharged in only minutes. Is that even possible? None of my boys in Indiana had ever recharged that fast. Of course we're talking mostly hand jobs, and a few blowjobs. We're not talking fucking. Maybe the thrill of fucking a girl like Isabelle reduced the wait for a second round? The fastest Hoosier (Derrick) took a full ten minutes, while 16 minutes was the most frequent. I'll have to ask Isabelle if Tom is usually that quick. It's strange. Maybe Lord Ganesha was up to some of his tricks?

Harry announced he couldn't cum with me on top. He had to be on top. Reluctantly I let him reposition me beneath him. By good fortune the sharp stones were not digging into my back. Harry went to town, imitating a Corvette at 4,000 rpm, and unloaded in only a minute or two. It felt good to be filled with his stuff. He made me feel like a natural woman. I got new insight into a song of Aretha Franklin.

The guys wanted us girls to walk across the Mississippi not just topless but naked. There was still nobody around save for Tom's two pals. Once again Isabelle said she'd do it if I would. I had just fucked Harry in front of Isabelle and Tom, with Tom's two pals also watching. So why the fuck not walk across the headwaters nude? We both agreed.

To this day as I recall the event, I'm titillated. How many girls have waded across the Mississippi River? And how many of those did so while naked. Tom videoed my stroll across the river with my wiggles, my bouncing boobs, and everything.

Later that night, when it was just Isabelle and me (as well as my dad and Isabelle's mom), we all had some of Dad's Scotch whisky. Isabelle and I got to whispering and giggling. We had a wide-ranging conversation: we talked about movies, shows that were streaming, Mickey 17, our favorite teachers in high school, and what we were looking forward to in college. I gradually realized that regardless of Isabelle's trashy dress and loose behavior, she was smart as hell.

After a short discussion about the joys of calculus, or not, eventually the conversation turned to sex. Isabelle wanted to know how Harry was during our fuck, and I wanted to know the same about her and Tom. I told her about Harry caressing me with four hands, and she giggled. "Two of the hands were Tom's"

"But Tom was busy fucking you at the time," I protested.

"Tom is a talented guy. Experienced, too. He's been with four girls besides me during the last six months," she said.

"I thought he was your boyfriend for the past year?" I asked. I was confused.

"Yeah, he's my boyfriend, and a damn good one."

"But...?" I asked.

"The man likes variety. He gets better at pleasing me -- driving me over the moon -- with every new girl he lays, so what's the problem?"

"I see," I replied.

"He likes you, Michelle."

"I like him, too," I replied.

"I mean, he really likes you."

"Are you suggesting...?"

"Yeah. He wants to swap. I get Harry for a night, and you get Tom."

I was stunned. We both endured a long silence as I ruminated about all this. To my surprise, I liked my stepsister, and I didn't want to disappoint her, but this was too much.

"I'm sorry, Isabelle. I can't do it."

"That's okay. I told Tom you wouldn't want to do it. But hey -- is it okay with you if I seduce Harry? I've had a crush on him for a long time, but never had a chance before. Now that we've got to know each other and seen each other in action, so to speak, I think he's interested."

"I'm only here for four weeks, and then it's back home to Kokomo. Once I'm gone, he's all yours."

"You don't understand. I want you and Tom to watch Harry and me get it on," Isabelle said. "Of course, it would be more fun if you and Tom got it on at the same time, but I realize now that's not possible."

Oh shit. What happened to my maxim to do as the Northern Minnesotans do? Who would it harm if I complied and indulged in my sister's perverted scenario?

"Well, let me give it some thought. I wasn't prepared for what you suggested."

Isabelle flashed a big smile, showing off her perfect white teeth, leaned over and kissed me on the mouth. Nothing was surprising me anymore, so I recovered in milliseconds and returned the kiss. Soon we were making out. Isabelle took my hand and led me to her bedroom. Once there, we both undressed. We continued to kiss. I'm not bisexual but oh my lord, I was enjoying her kisses, and her breast fondles.

Isabelle began to caress my sex, quickly locating my clit, and a bit later my G-spot, as two of her long fingers entered me. She was doing a good imitation of Lord Ganesha, and her fingernails reminded me of his fingernails on one of his hands. It was as if I had entered the celestial abode of the deities. I began to moan, and Isabelle shut me up by kissing me (or at least dimmed my moans like a trumpet cup mute).

At my climax, my entire body shook. As the orgasm ebbed, Isabelle asked me again about swapping. I asked myself: where's the harm? I was enjoying bonding with my stepsister, so why the fuck not do it? It was clear she really wanted to swap.

"Okay," I said.

"Okay what?" Isabelle asked. But she knew. We both had huge smiles. I returned to my own room. I was on a high. That night I slept like a super sexy baby.

**

The sex with Tom was disappointing, but Isabelle sure as fuck loved the sex with Harry. Harry had told me he had lusted for Isabelle since they were both 14, but this was his first chance at her. Previously she had always given him the cold shoulder. That night her shoulder was so warm Harry was in danger of getting burned. Maybe that's why he focused on her tits.

As for Tom, he did a good hand job on my sex. I'm pleased to report he knew how and where to find my clitoris, and his hands drove me to a nice climax. He then tried to mount me, but I squirmed around so that his hard cock couldn't find my pussy. "No fucking me tonight. Sorry." I began to play with his cock. Tom got a hand job, and it was one of my best, but I could tell he wanted more. Blowjob or a fuck? I was getting seriously aroused, so I thought why not. When I took Tom in my mouth and he moaned, I knew I had made a good decision.

To my surprise, Tom and Harry traded places. I was thrilled. I loved having sex with Harry. Tom pummeled Isabelle: I figured he was working out his frustrations caused by my initial resistance. I felt guilty but seriously, that's ridiculous. I guessed there was too much of the Hoosier in me and not enough of Northern Minnesota.

The four of us double-dated with Tom and Harry the next night, heading out to the big city (Bemidji) and its movie theater to watch the movie Sinners a second time. At the last minute we switched to Mission: Impossible - The Final Reckoning . I didn't get to see much of the movie as Tom was all over me, kissing me and feeling me up. Had we been in Kokomo I never would have let him undress me to the waist in public, and in a movie theater, to boot. But we were in Northern Minnesota and Harry got Isabelle down to her panties, so I was modest in comparison! I have to admit, it was nerve-wracking but fun.

Isabelle and I had a long talk that night. "When will our swap end?" I asked her.

"You're not enjoying it?" she asked.

"Well, it's complicated. Tom is good at turning me on, but I'm just not into him like I am with Harry."

"Well... good news. His next date with you is tomorrow. That's your third date with him, so I assume that means --"

"Don't say it. I know what it means. I don't see a way out."

"After Tom lays you, we can swap back."

"Can we swap back before he lays me?"

"Sorry, Sis. Take one for the team. You might enjoy it."

"Will Harry still want me after Tom has me?"

"You poor, innocent girl. Harry will want you more!"

**

It turns out Isabelle was right. After my wild night with Tom, when I discovered he had the balls to fuck me three times and again in the morning, I realized how much I had enjoyed it. I had been nervous about my dad or my stepmother hearing us, but that didn't stop me from moaning. If they heard us, they ignored it. After all, we were both 18.

I had enjoyed it a lot. Nevertheless, Tom wasn't Harry, and Lords Vishnu and Ganesha stayed away. Instead, it was Shiva who visited. I've seen icons of Shiva with ten arms and hands. I felt as if I were Mohini, getting fucked to smithereens.

I was happy to swap back with Isabelle and return to Harry. Harry was special to me. I'd miss him when I returned to Indiana. But then, maybe not?

My dad lived in Minnesota; maybe I could get in-state tuition at the University up here. Harry was going there, so why not?

Back in Kokomo living with Mom, I discovered she had a new lover. He seemed interested in me, too, but I steered clear of his hands. It was easy -- he only had two.

I dropped into the old school to visit Mr. Saunders and to tell him about my experiences with Vishnu, Ganesha, and even Shiva. He gave me lots of looks as I recounted my supernatural sexual experiences. I probably should have worn a bra under my halter top; I had dressed too provocatively for Mr. Saunders, plus now I was 18 and no longer jailbait, nor his student. I discovered sex can be fun with a mature man who has only two hands. Who knew? He even called me Mohini when he came inside me. I was kind and did not correct him; I was Parvati. He should have read my term paper more carefully. Well, nobody's perfect, as Mom always says.

Byron asked me if I had enjoyed my time in Northern Minnesota. I told him about seeing Paul Bunyan and his blue ox. Byron was not impressed so I also told him about how Isabelle and I walked across the Mississippi.

"On what bridge?" Byron asked.

"No bridge," I replied, and then I decided to tease him. "We did it on July 14."

"Is that supposed to mean something?"

"Well, July 14 is National Nude Day," I answered.

"Were the two of you nude when you did it?" Byron was clearly playing along, extending the tease. He now believed nothing I was saying.

"Yes, of course, except for our sneakers."

"I would have loved to have seen that."

"I'd show you the pictures, but you'd keep talking about Isabelle's great tits."

"Who took the pictures?"

"Both Tom and Harry did, using their cell phones."

"Tom and Harry?"

"Tom was Isabelle's boyfriend of the moment."

"And Harry?"

"Tom's friend."

"Did you and Harry get it on?" Byron's tone was a bit aggressive.

I just smiled.

**

It was too late to apply to the University of Minnesota, but I could transfer there after my first semester at Indiana University. Mom cautioned me I may not want to. After all, there are a lot of men at IU. As Dad always said when he didn't want to give a straight answer, "We'll see." That we will Dad; that we will.