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My initiation into spanking.
I was with our shortstop, Will Patagonis, and left fielder, Arthur Spears; chatting and munching on a sandwich, when a few of the girls from my freshman class wandered into the tent and approached us.
"Hi, Aubrey," Chelsea Bush gushed a second before the other two, Joy Tempter, (Allen's sister) and Mora Willingly, offered similar greetings.
I noticed that they hadn't greeted Will or Arthur at all, just acknowledged them with curt, practiced nods.
Using the good manners instilled in me by my mother, I offered the girls a drink of soda, which they graciously accepted.
"Nice," Mora said after taking a sip.
I was thinking the same thing myself, only I wasn't thinking about the drink.
"I don't think I know you," she said, and followed with, "I mean, sure, I've seen you around school and all, but we've never met."
"I'm Aubrey," I told her.
"Oh, I know that," she said like a doo-doo, and the other girls tittered giddily.
One by one, Will and Arthur wandered off, leaving me alone with the girls.
"And you must be Joy," I said to the perky brunette with the dazzling smile, and followed my instincts by reaching out and running my fingertips down her forearm.
Her eyes widened in pleased surprise, and I knew that Krista Marie had been right when she'd told me that this was a sensual area that was permissible to touch without being reproached by a woman.
Joy kept the smile on her face, although I discerned a momentary confusion on her part as to who was actually in control.
"What was that you just did?" she asked.
"I touched your arm. Did I offend you?"
"No, do ... do it again!"
I ran my fingers down the length of her arm and felt a slight tremor.
"Joy, what's he doing?" Chelsea asked, full of curiosity. Mora leaned over Chelsea's shoulder to see what was going on.
"He's touching my arm and its ... kinda weird."
"Weird? Touching your arm? Hey, Aubrey, touch my arm. I want to see," Chelsea said.
"Mine too," Mora chimed in. "Mine too."
I obliged them in turn, taking my time about traversing each arm, making certain they were tingling before lifting my fingers away from them.
"Wow!" Mora gasped.
"That's something all right," Chelsea said emphatically.
"Got any other spots I'd like to feel you touch?"
Mora said, and immediately bit her lip on realizing how dumb she must have sounded.
I didn't laugh like the others did. I didn't even crack a smile. Instead, I waited until Chelsea and Joy stopped laughing and then said, "To answer your question, Mora, yes, there are a couple other places I know of."
Joy and Chelsea started giggling, while Mora flushed a bright red.
"I didn't mean those places, girls."
"Oh, yeah," Joy snapped, "we know. You're just like all the other guys, wanting to get into our pants."
"I said I didn't mean those ... erotic places, Joy. I meant it."
The girls exchanged glances with one another. I thought they were about to run away from me.
"So, um, where are these ... other places, Aubrey?" Mora inquired with a pixyish grin.
Surprising the hell out of me.
I looked around, and said, "I can't really show you all here. People would get the wrong idea. We'd have to go someplace more private."
"We could go to my house," Joy said. "My mother works until six." (It was just 3:15.)
"What about your father?" I asked.
"Oh, he's in England on business."
"Sounds good to me," I said and looked to the other girls.
"I'd love to go, but my Mom's meeting me here in fifteen minutes," Chelsea said, rolling her eyes at the thought of being left behind and missing the fun or whatever was going to happen.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Mora staring at me. But she turned away when I turned towards her.
The next thing I knew we were walking to Joy's house, some six blocks away. I learned that Mora lived two doors down from Joy, and that her mother was "always' home.
Once inside, I made myself comfortable, sitting on the couch in the living room.