Old Farm

I pulled up to my great aunt's old farm. I'd spent summers on it when I was younger, but hadn't been there in years. I was surprised when she left it to me. Even more surprised that she'd also left me enough money to take some time off and figure out what I wanted to do with it. The property was nice with an old farmhouse that was way too big for just me, a barn and several outbuildings, lots of trees and even a nice pond with a dock that we used to swim in as kids. Very private too. You had to drive over a half mile to get to the main road with the nearest neighbor over two miles away and the nearest town had a population barely breaking into triple digits. A beautiful respite to enjoy nature and my thoughts.

Unfortunately it didn't have AC. With the ceiling fans and trees shading it most of the day, it wasn't unbearable. Especially if a breeze came in through the windows. Still I started taking a cold shower before bed and wearing as little as I could to stay cool. One night, as I brushed my hair in the mirror I realized I'd been standing there completely naked for the last twenty minutes right in front of the open window beside me. Looking outside panicked, I then laughed to myself as the only creatures around for miles were probably the crickets I heard outside.

Having previously always lived with other people I'd been pretty modest. But it got me thinking, why did I even wear anything to bed? I'd never slept naked before but what was stopping me here where no one could see me? As I looked at the t-shirt and panties I'd laid out just the thought of putting them on felt stifling. So, for the first time in my life, I went to bed naked.

As the morning light woke me up I stretched my arms and legs out luxuriously, feeling more refreshed than I'd felt in ages. I'd slept under only a thin sheet and my movements caused it to slide down to my waist, baring my chest to the sunlight entering my window. Feeling the warm air and slight breeze slide across my bare skin sent tingles down my spine. I rubbed my thighs together, the friction raising my arousal as my nipples hardened. It felt so gloriously naughty. I kicked off the sheet and padded on bare feet to use the bathroom.

Washing my hands I regarded the vision looking back from me in the mirror. My hair disheveled from my pillow, my nipples puffy in arousal, a bare vixen seemingly shameless. I bit my lip. I didn't have to get dressed until I left the house, right? It was my house, I could wear what I wanted - or nothing at all.

A few minutes later I was shaking my ass to the music coming from the bluetooth speaker on the counter as I cooked my breakfast. I looked out the large windows looking over the yard, getting turned on as I imagined someone walking up and seeing me shaking my bare chest seemingly without a hint of modesty. It felt so sexy. And it's not like I'd actually be discovered. The low tingle of arousal continued as I consumed my breakfast, only pausing to slip on a tank top and shorts before I left the house. It felt liberating to go without underwear as I moved around doing some yard work.

I got into the habit of stripping off the minute I stepped through the door and not bothering to cover up until I left again. I slept amazing and it felt sinful doing otherwise normal things while bare from head to toe. Streaming something on the television, playing video games with my friends back home online, or just reading by the window. I kept all the windows open without a care, playing out fantasies in my head of someone coming up onto the porch and peeping in on me. Often there wasn't even anything around to cover up with, so I'd be completely exposed if they had. Just the thought kept me aroused and feeling sensual.

Finally one morning I was sipping my coffee and looking out the window, staring at my porch swing. It was still technically part of the house right, even if it was outside? So it would be no big deal if I took my coffee and book out there and just relaxed the morning away. Gathering my courage I grabbed my book and stepped outside, pausing for a moment as I crossed the threshold. It felt like an escalation in exposure. But as I looked around to the empty land around me, I realized it wasn't that big a deal. Instead of ramping up my libido it cooled it a bit.

I got so into my novel that several hours passed before I set it down. With my growing comfort, I realized I'd lifted one leg up on the swing, the other stretched out, spreading my legs apart. If anyone had discovered me they would have been treated to a real show. I blushed slightly, pulling them together. But I also realized how relaxed and comfortable I'd been. Besides, I was on private property. If someone decided to trespass and saw me, they were the ones peeping. It's not like I was walking around nude in public.

I slowly grew more comfortable with my casual nudity over the next few weeks, gradually increasing the area I deemed "safe". At first I only put clothes on when I set out into the yard. But then I realized I just spent most of the time getting filthy gardening and doing chores. It seemed silly to cover up just to have extra laundry, plus I could simply use the outdoor shower to clean off so I didn't track anything into the house. After that it also started to seem silly to go back in to grab a swimsuit just to hop in the pond. So I started skinny dipping and laying out to tan on the dock, quickly ridding myself of any tan lines.

Soon I was riding the ATV or hiking around my property without a care or a piece of clothing. The only time I actually got dressed was when I went into town. It often felt so binding that getting home I was stripping down as I got out of my truck just to feel comfortable again.

One morning I was working in the garden and realized I needed some supplies. Being so far from people I often left my keys in the truck so I hopped in and headed into town, the windows rolled down and lost in my music. Pulling into the local hardware store, I stepped out and walked into the attached garden center. Grabbing a cart I slipped down the aisles, grabbing what I needed before making my way up to the register.

Being somewhat of a dying small town, a lot of the residents were older. A couple old enough to be my grandparents ran this particular one and the wife smiled at me as I walked up. "Slow day huh, I had the whole place to myself."

She raised an eyebrow, smirking playfully. "Probably for the best. Dressed like that you might have given some of the old men a heart attack. I suppose it's good my husband is inside. Although who knows, maybe seeing you would have lit a fire in him and I'd have had a good night."

What was she talking about, it's not like I dressed provocatively. My heart dropped as I looked down and realized maybe I'd gotten a little too comfortable at home as I'd completely forgotten to get dressed and was standing stark naked in the middle of the garden center. I quickly crouched down, going into the classic "embarrassed nude female" pose as I crossed my legs and tried to cover myself with my arms. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry. This is so embarrassing."

She laughed. "No sense covering up now hon, I've been getting an eyeful the whole time you've been here." As if my situation couldn't get any worse, as she said that someone walked inside. "Oh, hey Sheriff. Have you met Jeanine yet?"

Could this day get any worse? First like an idiot I leave my house buck naked and walk around the garden center like I was a stripper. Now I was going to get arrested. And I didn't even have anything to cover myself with as all my clothes were back on the farm miles away. "Sir, I'm so sorry, I can explain. See I live alone on my aunt's old farm and I just got in the habit of not wearing any clothes. My house doesn't have AC and it gets so hot inside. And working in the yard they just get filthy. I guess I was just so preoccupied I forgot to slip something on before I left. I swear, I wasn't trying to break any laws or upset anyone."

He leaned on the counter, taking a long look at me from head to toe. What little he could see as I continued to try and cover myself. Instead of being mad though, he looked amused. "What laws do you imagine you're breaking?" He looked to the owner. "Is she upsetting you? Do you mind her shopping in just her skin?"

The woman seemed to be trying to stifle a giggle. "Don't mind at all. If I was 30 years younger and had a body like hers I'd be running around town wearing nothing but a smile myself. Well, maybe 40 years younger."

I looked back and forth between them, flush with embarrassment and confused as hell. "I mean, indecent exposure is a crime right? But I swear, I didn't mean to. If you show me some leniency it'll never happen again."

The sheriff didn't seem to hear me, looking at the woman. "I seem to remember you doing that quite a bit back in the day, don't try and pretend." He then turned back to me, giving me a serious look. "Ma'am, it's a small town. Even if we had laws against that sort of thing we'd spend all day pulling naked people out of ponds and creeks instead of worrying about real problems. Now, if you had notions of sitting on a bench on main street and touching yourself inappropriately I might get some complaints and have to speak to you. But you can run around as naked as the day you were born and as long as the owners of whatever business you're entering don't have an issue, I don't care. Hell during the summers when I was younger half the kids in town were running around bare assed without a care in the world. So, to answer your question another way, the only crime I see here is that I didn't get a peek." He held the serious look for a moment before dropping it with a wink. "I'm only playing. Although if you're offering a view I'm willing to take it in."

The owner smacked him playfully on the arm. "And what would your wife think, Sheriff?"

He looked thoughtful for a moment. "She'd probably wonder why I came home so excited to take care of my husbandly duties. Then, after she recovered, she'd probably send the young lady some of her baked goods as thanks."

I was going to wake up at any moment and this would all just be a weird dream, right? Well, I guess there is only one way to find out. Slowly I straightened up, my arms dropping to my side as I exposed myself to their eyes. I held my breath, waiting to see what would happen.

To my surprise all the Sheriff did was give me another long, admiring look from head to toe before tipping his hat with a polite nod as he walked back out to his car. Looking incredulously at the owner she smiled at me with a twinkle in her eye, obviously enjoying my predicament. "So hon, it doesn't look like you have any pockets in that outfit. Why don't I run you a tab and you can make good the next time you're in town?"

Flabbergasted, I could only nod. "Sure, that sounds great. And again, I'm sorry, this will never happen again."

She touched my arm softly. "If that's what you want, fine. But don't do it on our account. You heard the Sheriff. Feel free to leave your clothes at home. Just try and remember your wallet next time." She winked playfully. "Actually, since I'm doing you a favor. Mind doing me one?"

"Uh, sure, I guess?"

"Great. You mind if I call my husband out to help you load this into the truck? Getting a gander at you will put more in him than any little pill and I wouldn't mind him fulfilling some of his duties with gusto tonight."

Her playful nature finally broke the dam of my tension. "Sure, why not? If I hadn't forgotten my wallet I could make the rounds. Grab some lunch at the diner. See if there's any treasures at the antique store. Give the whole town a thrill."

"We all knew your aunt and we know you're good for it, I'm sure they'd be willing to run you some credit as well. Besides, a pretty young woman like yourself wearing nothing but a smile is probably good for business. They might offer you a discount just to hang around and gather a crowd." She winked playfully and then yelled back for her husband. I heard him shuffling out, grumbling under his breath until he saw me and stopped short looking back and forth between me and his wife. "Well? Are you going to help this lady load this stuff into her truck? She's one of our best customers."

He took his time, sneaking peeks at me as he did so. I shuffled nervously from foot to foot, waiting for him to finish as I stood exposed on Main Street. I tried to act confident, my arms crossed over my stomach but not covering anything, not realizing this lifted my boobs up enticingly. The Sheriff drove by with a casual wave. Several other residents only offered me warm smiles and nods, with only a handful giving me some appreciative looks that belied anything was out of the norm. Finally I made it home and shut off the truck, looking around my yard.

Before today only doctors and a few partners had seen me naked. Now over a dozen residents of the town I lived outside of had seen me in all my glory. Furthermore, instead of shaming or sexualizing me, they had encouraged me. As I thought of all the men, and several women, who had drank in my body with appreciation I began to grow warm between my legs.

I hadn't touched myself since I'd gotten here, I realized. Maybe because it didn't really feel sexual being nude alone or maybe because it felt strange in my aunt's house. But a sudden need rose inside me. Sliding forward on the seat I planted my feet up on the dash, spreading my legs apart. Closing my eyes I let my hands roam over my chest and slit, imagining I had sauntered over to one of the benches and started touching myself in front of the whole town. Fantasies of a crowd forming around me, watching as I wantonly caressed myself, before finally cumming before them. The Sheriff having to cuff my arms behind me and lead me off, hair disheveled, body flush, as my juices dripped down my thighs like a harlot.

I could never be such an exhibitionist, but then again before today I'd never thought I'd parade around naked in public and expose myself to people I knew. My moans keened out across the empty yard, my ass lifting in the air, my toes curling against the dash as the heat built inside my core. Finally I went crashing over, crying out and curling into a ball as waves of pleasure shot through me. I could only lay there for several moments panting as I recovered before my eyes shot open and I looked around in a panic, only to realize I was still all alone. I laughed to myself, what a day.

While I continued to be naked around my property, the next time I had to venture into town I made sure I was dressed, checking multiple times before I drove off. What surprised me most was all the teasing I got about how much people preferred my "other outfit" and how "uncomfortable" I looked. They couldn't have been serious, could they? I actually asked the woman that ran the diner out of sheer curiosity.

"Why wouldn't we be serious? It's just skin, if you're comfortable showing it go for it. As long as you don't mind most of the old geezers around here sneaking peeks when you're not looking. But they're harmless. Hell if you did anything even remotely sexual you'd probably stop their hearts dead." She winked playfully at me. "Besides, if I plant you in one of the booths by the window wearing nothing but your skin I'd probably have the place full. You get my business booming like that and you can eat for free."

I blushed, biting my lip. "It feels a little naughty though. I'm afraid I'd get turned on and make a mess of your booth honestly."

She leaned forward, lowering her voice. "If it didn't turn you on I'd be more surprised. I can lay down a towel just in case, but these booths clean easily enough. As long as you don't start going to town on yourself in the middle of my diner I don't mind. Besides, the only thing better than a naked woman is an aroused naked woman. I bet your nipples look adorable when they're all excited." She gave me a saucy wink and then moved on to another table.

The next time I came to town I gathered my courage and left my clothes at home. As confident as I could pretend to be, I sauntered into her diner and parked myself at a booth right in front of the window. The only hiccup in my act was when she discreetly slipped a towel beside me and I slid it under myself, blushing. It took everything I could to not rub my thighs together in arousal, to the point where I had to keep my legs spread apart shamelessly. Thankfully the booth only allowed people to see me from the side, hiding my inflamed slit. Still beat a hasty exit out after my food was finished and only made it halfway home before I had to pull over.

Again I found myself with my feet up on the dash and my fingers explored between my spread legs. It only took me a few minutes before I was crying out in pleasure. Panting, I opened my eyes only to be shocked to see the Sheriff looking through my open window with a smile on his face. I curled up into a ball, blushing furiously. "I'm so sorry, I know I keep saying this but it will never happen again."

He laughed. "Oh, I'm sure it will, you looked like you were having a lot of fun. I was worried about you when I saw you practically run out of the diner, but now I understand why. Still, while I thoroughly enjoyed the show some of our more rural folks out here are a bit prudish. So maybe you wait until you're home from now on?"

If anything, my blush got worse. I was so embarrassed I couldn't even look him in the eye, barely managing to mumble a response. "Yes Sir. No problem." As I watched him drive off I realized that being caught had actually turned me on. With a quick check of my mirrors I headed off for home to take care of myself again, this time hopefully without an audience!

I managed to behave from then on, at least in regards to only fingering myself while on my property. Still after that I pretty much became a nudist realizing one day that it had been months since I'd put on any clothes. I had continued my nude treks into town as well, everyone being encouraging and respectful despite some teasing and leering when people thought I wasn't looking. It grew to feel so natural that I barely got aroused, my fingers only getting a workout once every few weeks usually when someone visited a relative in town and I was exposed to new eyes.

One day I was in my garden weeding when I heard splashing coming from down by the pond. Curious, I set my gloves and tools aside making my way down. There I was amused to find two women younger than me splashing each other. It quickly became apparent that they were skinny dipping but even more curious was I didn't see any clothes around. Finally one of them spotted me and gasped, covering up her chest which alerted her friend who did the same.

"You two having fun?" I asked.

They looked at each other before one spoke up. "We're sorry. We were visiting my grandmother next door. We were hiking and got so hot that when we noticed the pond we couldn't resist jumping in to try and cool down."

"I see." I crossed my arms under my chest, trying to look stern as I looked around pointedly. Something that probably seemed a little silly considering I was as naked as they were. "And where are your clothes?"

She bit her lip sheepishly, looking at her friend then back at me. "Well, Lily dared me to hike naked since there's barely anyone around here. But I only agreed if she would as well. I'm Grace by the way. Anyways, so our clothes are back on grandma's farm. Look, we'll just head back, we don't want any trouble. Um, where are your clothes?"

I ignored her question, deciding to have fun with this. "This is all my land and we take trespassing really seriously around here. I think you two should head up to the house while we sort this out. I know the Sheriff well, I'm sure he'd have something to say about this." If they only knew I thought, as I bit back a laugh.

The two swam ashore and stood defeated before me, water cascading down their nubile young forms. I hadn't experimented since college but I was sorely tempted at the moment. If nothing else, this would fuel my fingers later. "Alright, let's go."

"Umm, do you have a towel or something?" She asked.

"I know your grandmother's farm is several miles away, so you had no problem gallivanting around like that all that way. You'll be dry enough soon and I'm a nudist, so I don't have any clothes you can borrow. You'll just have to grin and bear it until you're back home."

"We're sorry for trespassing. We didn't think swimming in the pond would be an issue. You're not really going to call the Sheriff are you?" They looked at me pleadingly.

I finally broke. I led them back to the house, telling them about the town and Sheriff's lax approach to modesty. I could tell they were uncomfortable at first being bare in front of a stranger, but they gradually grew more relaxed. I called over to let their grandmother know where they were and that they were going to spend the night, leaving out the details, before I set them up in the guest room together.

In the morning they seemed sheepish again before seeing me dancing as I cooked breakfast, bare and without a care in the world. They started asking me more questions about my adventures in town, unbelieving at first before growing more interested. Finally I mentioned I had to run some errands. "Look, I could drop you off near your grandmother's property and you could sneak back to your clothes and pretend this never happened. Or, you could come into town and have an adventure that will wear out your fingers for the next few nights, trust me. Come on, I dare you." I grinned at them mischievously, a twinkle in my eye.

They looked at each other, biting their lips as they considered it. Finally they seemed to come to agreement as they nodded at each other, Grace looking back at me. "Sure. We were planning to go into town to look for summer jobs today anyways. But if this town is as dead as you say it is, probably no chance of that happening. Might as well live out a fantasy instead." I hid a smirk, thinking they might be surprised.

I pulled in front of the diner and hopped out, bare feet slapping on the concrete as I moved around to their door. They seemed hesitant now that they were faced with the reality of strutting around Main Street in their birthday suits, but seeing me walk around shamelessly with nothing but a positive reception from those that saw me bolstered their courage a bit. They nervously let me lead them inside, thinking they'd have some shelter, only to be shocked when I tugged them into a booth right in front of a window facing the street.

They shifted nervously in their seats, seeming to try to figure out if covering themselves with their hands would make them more or less conspicuous while I sat there confidently showing off my assets. Finally my friend, the owner, approached the table with a big smile. "You brought me a gift! With three lovely young ladies gracing us with all they have to offer I bet the place will be packed in no time."

I introduced my two companions, giving a brief history of how we'd met which made her laugh. Finally she took our orders and moved off to put them in. The two kept looking nervously outside as more people noticed them, many of them entering to take seats and have a better view. I leaned forward conspiratorially. "You're acting scared but I tell by how hard both your nipples are that you're getting a bit of a thrill out of this." As if to accentuate the point the owner stopped by, dropping off our drinks and discreetly sliding a couple of towels to my companions. They somehow blushed even more but quickly accepted them and slipped them under themselves. "Nothing to be ashamed of. The first couple of times I did this I practically left a puddle on the seat behind me." I then relayed my first time where the sheriff caught me on the side of the road. They smiled sheepishly, likely similar needs arising in them.

After our meal I dragged them over to the hardware store, picking up supplies and giving the husband there a chance to load my truck and get a good view of my friends, much to their chagrin. Finally I took a leisurely stroll through the antique shop, introducing them to the owner there and browsing slowly to prolong their exposure until they practically begged me to leave. They were squirming in the truck on the way home, but managed to control themselves until we pulled in. Being a little turned on myself I assumed my normal position, sliding my fingers between my legs which seemed to give them permission to indulge as well.

The three of us spent the better part of the next hour, feet on the dash, legs spread and entangled as we all jilled ourselves off in the cab of my truck next to each other. After they finally sated themselves, we began to unpack my supplies and they shared with me that not only was it the first time they'd ever exposed themselves in public like that but the first time they'd ever touched themselves together.

Lily, who seemed to be the shier of the two, finally admitted. "It was so sexy though. Walking around like nude goddesses, everyone able to see every inch of our bodies. Then once you started in on yourself I just couldn't wait any longer, even though it felt shameful to do it in front of other people. I mean, I've had sex but I've never let anyone see me touch myself. To let myself go like that and give in to my most carnal needs so shamelessly. I've never gotten off like that before. I should be embarrassed and running to cover up. Instead I feel the opposite. I feel empowered and confident. I'm not sure when I'll want to wear clothes again. And I have such a desire to keep exploring my sexuality. What's next teacher?" Grace smiled as well, confirming similar feelings as they looked at me.

"Well, I mentioned you were looking for jobs and the ladies at both the hardware and antique store mentioned they wouldn't mind some evening help. They were particularly interested if you were willing to work as you are now. Seems they're a bit jealous of the business I've generated for the diner and see an opportunity to capitalize on it as well."

I figured that might cool them down, but to my surprise they agreed and asked me to call and let them know they could start right away. One concern they had was they weren't really comfortable running around Grace's grandmother's bare, but they also didn't want to cut their adventure short. So we called over and asked if they could stay with me for a bit. That settled, I set them up in the guest room. I guess the day really got to them as I heard muffled moans coming from down the hall as I settled in for the night. Curious, I padded down finding their door surprisingly open as the two of them lay in a 69 position slowly licking each other. With a smile I retreated to my room, giving my fingers a quick workout myself before drifting off.

In the morning I mentioned how they might want to close their door if they're going to have sex with each other. Lily surprised me, instead of being embarrassed she just winked. "Maybe we were hoping you'd join in? Honestly it didn't even cross our minds. We're very comfortable here. I mean, I've never been naked this long and I feel no urge to cover up. We left it open for the cross breeze and then just got turned on and gave into the feelings."

We had a leisurely morning, spending some time on the front porch before heading down to the pond for a swim. We were making our way back when Grace grabbed my arm, a nervous lilt on her voice. "Jeanine, who's car is that?"

It was only when she pointed it out that I noticed that there was indeed a car parked beside my truck. I instantly recognized it. Turning to them I said. "Well, this could get interesting. Come on, let me introduce you to my friend Nathan."

I was honestly a bit nervous. We'd been friends a long time but he'd never seen this side of me. Which was obvious when he looked up as the screen door to the kitchen banged shut and his eyes nearly boggled out of his head at all the naked flesh before him. Despite feeling exposed for the first time in a long time, I managed to keep my hands at my sides. Perhaps sensing a chance to shake my confidence for a change, my two companions moved up to hug him, practically smothering his face in their bare chests. "Hello Nathan, Jeanine says you're an old friend, welcome!"

He didn't seem to know what to do with his eyes or his hands, giving them chaste hugs in return making sure only to touch the small of their backs before they sat on either side of him at the table. I could see him making a conscious effort to maintain eye contact with me as I leaned on the chair across from him, deciding to play the hand I was dealt, my arms pushing my tits together invitingly as I acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary. "I wasn't expecting you or else I would have been here to greet you, we were swimming in the pond."

He finally seemed to find his voice. "Oh, right, that makes sense. Probably seems silly to put on suits when it's just you three around. I'll uh, give you some privacy so you can get dressed." He started to stand before Grace stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

"No need, we're always naked. The town has been so welcoming and accepting, we'll even be working naked once we start our jobs next week. I'm Grace and this is Lily by the way." Both women seemed to take a cue from me and leaned forward, hands clasped in their laps, pushing their own chests together and out prominently. Their nipples obviously aroused.

He licked his lips, glancing down briefly at both offered bosoms before blushing and looking back at me. "Right, I'm sure you three spend all your time in town wearing nothing but a smile. Come on Jeanine, as much as I'm enjoying the view this is some sort of joke right?"

I shook my head, causing my chest to shake enticingly as well drawing his eyes in for a moment and causing me to smile. "No joke." I proceeded to bring him up to speed on my slow embrace of casual nudity around the property, to my accidental first exposure, and my gradual descent into full on nudist. I left out the more salacious parts, tempting as it was to tease him. He'd always been shy. "So go on, enjoy the view all you want. I'm proud of my body and see no reason to cover up just for you. If you're going to stay here you're just going to have to get used to it, right ladies?" They both agreed enthusiastically.

He'd planned to spend the weekend and I convinced him to do so. Me and the other two made a game of teasing him the whole time. None of us sat with our legs together at any point I don't believe, often making sure at least one of us was across from him offering a distracting view. We took him down to the pond, him insisting on trunks despite our urgings he discard them, so we instead took turns rubbing sunblock on each other from head to toe on the dock. Purring, giggling, our legs splayed and chests pushed up invitingly whenever we could drawing in his eyes. He spent most of the time in the water trying to hide his erection. They helped me in the kitchen preparing meals, the three of us making a concerted effort to find multiple reasons to bend over with our legs spread to reach low items or lifting a knee up on the counter, stretching with our legs apart to reach high shelves.

Considering how many trips he made to the bathroom, I think we were having the desired effect. As he left Monday we each gave him warm hugs, making sure to press our bare bodies against him for several minutes before he sheepishly excused himself and left with a wave.

"I'm surprised you didn't take that poor boy into your room and help him out. I thought he was going to get carpal tunnel by the end of the weekend." Grace said with a smirk.

"Or we could have all just jumped him in the living room and let him live out a fantasy of his own." Remarked Lily.

"I honestly considered it. But he's so shy it would probably either have given him a heart attack or he would have run out the door. I invited him back next month, if you're still around we can try and have some fun with him if you're interested."

I drove the two into work each day that week, grabbing a late breakfast at the diner before sharing dinner with them when I picked them up. The owner stopped charging us altogether, saying she felt bad considering how much business we were bringing in. I wasn't going to turn down a free meal.

At Friday dinner, once again surprising me, Lily mentioned that there's a guy who has a crush on Grace. He's the grandson of the owners, spending the summer visiting and working with her at the store. Although he's not getting much work done being so distracted by Grace. Lily suggested we should invite him over to watch a movie and maybe spend the weekend. Could show him the pond, the two of them could cuddle with him on the couch, maybe even entice him to cuddle in bed.

"Only cuddle?" I asked.

Lily looked at Grace conspiratorially, who was only blushing and looking shy. "Well, maybe not only cuddle. Depends on if Grace is willing to share or at least let me watch."

"Lily! How do you know he'd even want to fool around?" Grace asked.

She looked smug. "The way he checks you out when you're not paying attention, I think the only reason he hasn't bent you over the counter and ravished you already is his grandparents wouldn't approve."

I looked thoughtful for a moment. "Actually, I know them a little better than you two. You might be surprised, as long as the customers get served. But let's stop by and invite him to come home with us. Seems like a fun weekend."

The two giggled and stood up excitedly, heading over to the store to ask him. That poor boy didn't know what he was getting into.

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