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CHAPTER 40: THE FANTASY FEST WEEKEND BEGINS

After both Mom and Helen had decided they would make the commitment to take Tim’s challenge for Fantasy Fest to the maximum they could, we were freed up to openly discuss, speculate, conjecture, and fantasize about what form those challenges might take. The time we spent together, whether in the kennel or the house or the yard, seemed to be dominated by that conversation. Tim, of course, would have no part of those discussions. That man was frustratingly capable of keeping plans a secret if he decided to and it didn’t matter how much one or all of us enticed him. He was determined for us to enjoy the weekend in Key West by experiencing it one moment at a time without the distraction or anticipation of an upcoming activity. We only knew that he had several explicit challenges planned and a lot of fun in between. He did tell us that much.

Helen meanwhile was a very busy woman. If she wasn’t at school, studying, or working at the kennel, she was assisting Dr. Anna, doing something for Juli, or spending time over at Miss Stella’s. Since initially meeting Miss Stella during the visit with Dr. Anna, Helen has been at her little ranch at least twice a week. This kept our girl pretty busy but she was always home in time to get ready for Tim’s arrival. And, she didn’t let her commitments to school and the kennel slide.

It was only days before we were leaving for Key West that Helen shared her recent experiences with Miss Stella. For a 90 year old woman she was proving to be quite a character and Helen was very taken by her, perhaps due to a general lack of extended family growing up. And some of it might also be the comment that Mom has thrown her way on occasion that when you’ve been helped it is a responsibility to then help others.

Helen had taken to combine additional exercise with her visits to Miss Stella’s ranch. She planned ahead to leave some work clothes there and some old boots. Then she would run the just over two miles on country road. She would most often wear some short running shorts and a sports bra. Once she got to Miss Stella’s she would put on one of the tee-shirts and some shorts for working around the a****ls or property for the several hours she could spend each visit. They had managed to spruce the place up a little with a fresh coat of paint on the barn and porch, cleaning windows in the barn which made the inside a lot brighter, and a good mowing and weed cutting. This allowed Helen to actually use a tractor which had a large mower attachment that could take down the tall weeds. Although, I am sure her original intention was to provide some help and assistance to someone who needed it, Helen was getting as much out of it herself.

Recently, Helen had been working inside the barn with the horses which she had taken quite a fancy to, anyway. But this particular day she had gotten quite messy from cleaning the stalls and hauling the waste to the pile outside. When she realized what she was going to be doing that day, she had stripped in the barn before putting on her other clothes to keep her running attire just sweaty. At the end of the time there Miss Stella refused to allow her to leave without getting clean. The old house didn’t have a shower installed so it meant that a bath was filled for her. It seemed like a lot of bother but standing under the hose would have been really cold water. So she reluctantly accepted. The conversation that ensued while she took her bath was interesting, though. Miss Stella came into the bathroom while Helen was in the water and sat on the stool next to the tub and started talking. At first it was just talk, appreciation, etc. Then it shifted into a different direction that Helen wasn’t sure about.

“Helen, do you mind if I ask something a little personal?”

“Miss Stella, you came in her with me in the tub naked. I’d say you were already past the point of ‘a little personal’.” But Helen was smiling and regardless, Miss Stella was used to plowing ahead regardless of other people’s comfort. She said it was one of the perks of age.

“I suppose you are right, dear. Anyway, you have a lovely body.” There was hesitation, “You said you are a virgin. That has to be something unusual these days, isn’t it? That’s not my question … Helen, have you had sex? Okay, not all the way … since you’re still a virgin, but … you know … at all?”

“Okay, now I’m uncomfortable sitting her naked and you talking about my sexuality. Why are you asking?”

“I don’t know who else to ask. You’re different from everyone else I have contact with. Either it’s their job to be nice and help or they want something, like my family.”

“That’s not entirely true. Harry and Juli aren’t that way are they?”

“No, they aren’t. They are real, too. But they are so busy with their large ranch and theirs is a more formal relationship, not casual and easy like ours. Our relationship is the first that I could just be myself. Is that okay?”

“Of course, that’s why I keep coming over here. I like you, Miss Stella.”

“Can you do me a big favor? Just call me Stella, no more Miss Stella. That’s for everyone else.”

“Okay, thank you.”

The old woman knelt down on the floor next to the tub and took the bar of soap into her hand and started washing Helen’s back. No asking, she just started. “Back to me question. Have you ever? Anything?”

Helen was leaning forward to give better access to her back, she wasn’t sure why, but she like the touch, the contact with this woman. There was a bond she couldn’t fully explain right then.

“Have I had any kind of sex? Yes, I have. But not intercourse. I can tell you’re going to ask so I’ll just tell you. My c***dhood wasn’t good. The Hawkins aren’t my real family. I was … well, abused physically for any little thing and badly. I was kicked out of the house right after I graduated from high school. I had found that my father had another family, Michele and Barb. I sought out Michele hoping she could help me figure out what to do. She had no reason to help me at all since her father had been such a cheat and liar to her and her mom. But, when I found her finally, Barb was living with her after the divorce. Encountering me after all that had to be very difficult for them but they were not only able to do that, but took me into their home. Originally, it was only for a short time but we all changed. Now they are my family. And Michele’s husband, Tim, is a saint, he never questioned any of the decisions, only supported what his wife and her mother desired. And that was to help me. They were the ones who encouraged me to go slow sexually.”

“You don’t have any boyfriends, Helen. You said you are taking sexual growth slowly. So your sexual experiences have been with them?”

Helen got very nervous and moved away from the woman’s hand still washing her back. “I think we should end this conversation. Please get me a towel.”

“I am sorry, Helen. I didn’t mean to scare you. There is a reason for my asking. Since seeing you and the good doctor relieve my horse and seeing you here helping me but helping me as a friend, not someone who is obligated, I … well … I have felt things … things I haven’t felt in a very long time.”

Helen had leaned back into the hand at her back but it now moved to Helen’s stomach and Helen leaned fully back against the tub and sighed. “Dear, I just want to be sure I am with the right people. But I trust you. And your family now must be good. So … I want your feeling. Am I too old for sex?”

Helen’s eyes opened wide and she sat upright in the tub. This caused Miss Stella’s hand to come into contact with her breast. And, neither person moved it. Helen just looked at Stella as her breasts were now being soaped and washed. “Too old for sex? You’ve been thinking about sex since I came? What do you mean, Stella?”

The woman dropped the soap pretense and stroked her young companion’s naked body lying in her tub. Her hand went from her breasts to her stomach and between her legs. Helen watched the hand as it made its way. “Helen, have you been with a woman? I mean have you been with a woman sexually?”

“Yes, Stella, and it is wonderful.”

“Have you been with a man? Have you been with Tim?”

“Yes. I have only been with Tim and that was orally.”

“The dogs?”

“What!?!? I … I mean … how did you …?”

“I just guessed, dear. Something Juli slipped and then the name, ‘More Than Pets’. I know you are a virgin so you haven’t but … will you?

“Yes, I will. But after …”

“After Tim, right? Your first time will be with Tim.”

“Yes, but how …?”

Helen was completely taken aback. This woman was guessing through a series of questions nearly all her sexual experiences and desires. She only missed that she already had oral sex with a dog. And now this same woman had her fingers stroking her pussy and gently parting the lips. Stella could see that Helen was still watching her hand between her legs, parting her pussy lips, “Do you mind me doing this, Helen? I can stop, if you want me to.”

“No, I don’t mind … I mean … ohhooooooo … yes, I don’t mind, but ... I will need to … hmmmmmm … leave soon. Why are you …” Helen realized she was spreading her legs, “Why am I doing this? Stella, are you sure we should do this?”

“That was my original point, remember? Am I too old for sex? Because I have had these feelings since seeing you touching the horse, seeing you in your running outfit, and seeing you with sweat sticking your tee-shirt to your breasts.” Stella removed her hand and used it to turn Helens head up to be looking into hers, “Am I too old for sex?”

Helen reached an arm up and took the older woman by the back of the head and pulled her to her, taking her lips with hers. She kissed the woman and then kissed her, again. “You are apparently not too old for me, Stella. I want you to do something first, though. I want you to ask your doctor that question. I don’t want you dying when you orgasm. Then we can talk about me, dildos, dogs and horses.”

“Ooooooo, such a big world to explore. Helen, I’ve only been with my husband who passed fifteen years ago. And it was a long time before that since … I think I am too dry for intercourse. Oh, dear, listen to me, talking like this to a c***d.”

“I may only be a fifth of your age, Stella, but if you are curious, I would be eager to help you. And in case you didn’t know, they make lubricants now just for this. It’s a whole new world for you, Stella. But first you must go see the doctor, promise?”

Mom and I were in bemused shock as we listened to this story unfold. Helen had gotten a phone call from Miss Stella the next day saying that she had the appointment but wasn’t sure how she was going to ask the doctor that question. The appointment was for the week after we returned from Key West and Helen promised to take her in if that would make it easier. Miss Stella readily agreed.

We couldn’t wait for the first time it became known that Helen, the c***d of the country community, called Miss Stella by just her name. Everyone, including family, got no more familiar than Miss Stella.

Mom and I checked our understandings and recollections of the story afterwards. Had we really heard our Helen so casually including dogs and horses for sexual experiences? Our girl seemed to have already made up her mind about experiences to pursue for the future and now, it appears, to share not only with us, Harry and Juli, but now also with her newest confidant and close friend.

When Tim arrive home that night, the night before we were leaving for Key West, we kept all this quiet from him at Helen’s request. Miss Stella would certainly not want her interests in sex becoming known before she could control it. We met him as usual at the door, once again in uncoordinated outfits. Helen was the first to come to him, taking him into her arms, kissing him boldly and molding her body into his, then taking his jacket from him. If he had any question about our girl’s readiness for the challenges in Key West, he got his answer when he watched her bend over, facing away from him, to place his jacket an entryway chair. As her negligee pull up exposing her ass and upper thighs above her stocking tops, she was without panties, thong or G-string. Still bent over, her knees straight, she turned to look at him over her shoulder and smiled before blowing him a kiss.

We didn’t play that night. We enjoyed a lovely dinner and wine. But he put us on abstinence for one night. This was the first act in the play that was about to open for our enjoyment. The building introduction to leave us wondering, expecting, and anticipating how he was going to direct the rest of acts to follow. And I was eager, eager for this like I hadn’t been for a challenge since perhaps Europe. Then, that was so new, different countries and people, cities and cultures. This, though, was to be shared and enjoyed with the women I loved and cherished. My experiences reflected back to me from them, their experiences viewed and felt by me, and all orchestrated by Tim, the maestro behind it all.

The next day we were on our way. We said our goodbyes to the boys who Juli would be looking after during our absence. Mom and I hoped the boys would miss us but it was only four days and we knew Juli would take advantage of the opportunity of having them to herself. We had arranged for Bob to take the boarding dogs to his kennel during out absence. Everything was accounted for so we made our way to the International Airport. We parked and proceeded to the security lanes. Tim gave us explicit instructions for packing and it would fit into carry-on roller bags. We also took a larger shoulder bag that we used for carrying a smaller purse, mp3 player, Kindle, phone and the ever necessary chargers. I was also a couple magazines for the group and some trail mix snack. I was feeling like the mother of the group hauling all the miscellaneous stuff of traveling.

Our flight to Miami was via Dallas/Fort Worth and naturally we had to change terminals. Is it even possible to fly through DFW without changing terminals? Not by my experience it seemed. Tim is a much more experienced traveler and his suggestion is always to just relax and go with the flow. Getting stressed doesn’t change the way airlines or airports function. We found ourselves in Miami with only minimal delays which had no bearing on our schedule as we had plenty of time between connections. Helen had done nothing like this before and Mom had not much more experience so we were careful to get them window seats. Helen, especially, was amazed at the size of the Gulf of Mexico and the number of ships and oil platforms she could pick out. Coming into Florida and the coastal cities and beaches had her glued to the window. Her mp3 player in her ears, her shoulders gently swaying to some beat that only she was aware of at the moment. With the new rules about allowing non-transmitting device to remain on during take-off and landing she didn’t have to turn the music off as we approached the airport for landing.

With our roller boards in tow, we exited the airplane and looked up at the flight status screens for our next gate. And wouldn’t you know it but we came in on concourse D and were leaving from concourse E. But for Helen this was all just amazing and we were all enjoying her excitement. Tim pointed out how many looks we were getting as we made our way down the concourse. Three attractive, fit women in short full skirt sundress, bare legs and high heel sandals. And nothing else but bracelets, earrings, and long necklaces that hung between our breasts and moved with our walk. And just one man among us. I could just imagine what some were wondering to themselves. ‘Why were three women of different ages but clearly together travelling with just one man?’ Or, a woman’s perspective, ‘What does he have that he has three such beautiful women hanging on him? Just money, or … more?’ Of course, the answer to her would be ‘much more’. Love and caring. What could be more attractive and alluring to a woman than that?

We get to our gate and the plane isn’t there. Tim assures us not be concerned. This is a ‘puddle jumper’ as he calls them. They make short flight to regional airports around the area. Our plane arrives as Tim assured us it would. This was a small regional jet and we were informed by the gate agent that roller boards would not fit in the overhead storage so it was all going to be checked at the gate. Tim, the traveler, assured us this was fine. The bags get checked without any chance of being lost. On the plane we find it is indeed very small compared to the large planes we had been on for the previous legs of the trip. This one had two seats on one side of the aisle and one on the other. Tim had arranged for two seat assignments on the one seat side and both seats on the other. He suggested that we women take the windows. We didn’t get nearly as high this time but this was only a 50 minute flight going down the length of the islands to Key West which is the last inhabited island on the chain.

Mom and Helen were in the seats on the one seat side. Helen was almost comical as she pointed out sights along the way. This was clearly an event of significance for her and the real fun hadn’t begun, yet.

I had heard Key West Island referred to as a 2 x 4 in shape and from the air it actually did. The airport was located on the Southeastern corner with the downtown, and fun, on the Western edge. Landing and exiting we waited for our gate checked bags and made our way through the airport. I was expecting to go to the rental car area but Tim walked right past them for the taxis outside. He clarified for us that the island was small enough and close enough that a car would just be in the way and not used much. We didn’t care. This weekend we follow his lead. He wants a taxi, we take a taxi. He wants us to jump, how high? He wants us to strip … okay.

Getting into the cab, Tim sits in front and announces to take us to the Pilot House. The driver smiled. The cab leaves the airport and follows the beach on the Southern side, then cuts north and then west again. We are getting into really interesting homes and building. Key West is an old town and has survived a hurricane or two. In fact we were told when Helen asked about hurricanes that originally the only way down here was by railroad. A hurricane took that out and the islands were stranded. The first road and bridge system down the Keys followed the abandoned railroad. We were going to have a great time. Not only the fun Tim had planned but quaint and interesting things were everywhere.

I saw we were heading west on Truman, then he turned north on Simonton. In five or six blocks of interesting home architecture, we were at the Pilot House. We got out and Tim paid the cab and I just had to stay on the sidewalk a moment to take it all in. Tall trees and lush growth. It was just getting into late afternoon. The Pilot House is a restored Victorian era mansion in what they called the Old Town of Key West. We climb up the steps to the magnificent porch and enter the building. We were immediately greeted and given a complete rundown of the grounds and buildings and its relative location to the fun. Tim had made it clear we were here for some of the Fantasy Fest events and this lodging location and policies were perfect for that.

Our room had double queen beds with a small balcony off it with French doors to it. It contained a modest kitchenette which would be used for breakfast and playtime snacks and refreshments late at night. We were assured there was a Walgreens around the corner that would have most anything we would need for light eating. They would also have alcohol and wine. They could also recommend liquor stores close by as well as good bakeries that opened early. One thing they emphasized was their liberal clothing optional policy for guests who are so inclined. Leave the swimsuit and enjoy a dip in the outdoor swimming pool or hot tub. Their policy asks that you cover up when you're simply walking and exploring around the property. Yes, I would say Tim chose well and that the pool area may get some naked use.

After getting settled into the room we wanted to see the rest of the grounds. The hotel has 14 rooms of various sizes and arrangements. Ours was one of a few large enough for the four of us. The Pilot House is a beautifully decorated Victorian mansion that has won a prestigious award a few years ago for its restoration, called the "Excellence Award for Preservation." I read that on a plague. The communal Jacuzzi looked very comfortable and we knew it would fit into our plans while here. The ambiance of the grounds was heightened by the surrounding wooden lattice wall that gave it a really great intimate appeal. At the large pool area we found people swimming or sunning by it in the buff. My kind of place. Like the island resort Tim and I stayed at and then again with Mom except that was completely clothing optional. Everyone we encountered were easy-going, very respectful, and looked like they just wanted to enjoy their stay. The pool was sunny and well situated for sun much of the day.

We checked back at the front desk and found that it is located within walking distance of Duval Street and several public beaches. Which makes it well placed for getting to and from the activities of the festival for scantily clad merry makers. In fact it is about a block and a half from Duval Street if we leave by the back gate. And Duval Street is where I understand we will be spending most of our time for the partying. It is also located near many restaurants of all different cuisines, bars, and island attractions. We could rent a host of bikes right at the front desk and were told they make a great way to get almost anywhere in Key West.

So we went out the back gate and headed for Duval Street. The first order of business was something to eat since we hadn’t really eaten since the DFW airport. We chose the first café we came to and had a very nice salad with fresh fish mixed in it.

By now it was getting into evening and the first indication that the sunlight was going to be disappearing soon. Tim had apparently done his homework because as soon as we were again on Duval Street he took Mom’s hand, she happened to be the closest, and I took Helen’s. She smiled at me with the smile of a k** who got her best wish ever and was enjoying the process of it unfolding before her. We follow Tim and Mom down Duval to the north. “Where are you taking us kind sir?”

“I am told we have to see this to believe it. It is just a short walk.”

“And what is at the end of this short walk?” Helen picked up on the line of questioning for me. I squeezed her hand.

Tim stopped and looked at us with a smile, “Is this what the whole weekend is going to be like?” He leaned into me and kissed me, then Helen and Mom. “Everything in its time, ladies. Just relax, this is the perfect place to just go with the flow.” I couldn’t agree more. Apparently Helen was also satisfied for she stopped questioning, also.

We walked a few blocks down Duval to Sloppy Joes, said to be where Ernest Hemmingway drank during his time in Key West. At that corner we turned left onto Greene Street for two blocks to Whitehead and right into Mallory Square which opened to the water to the west. Tim led us through the crowd to a good location and stopped where we could all see. “The sunset.”

I thought, the sunset? We are standing at the edge of the water on the square to watch a sunset? But there were so many people here and more were coming. Helen was having a great time watching the people until she pulled my attention, “Michele, look!” And the sunset was amazing. I have seen a lot of sunsets over the years but there was something about watching the sun slowly get lower until it was seemingly not moving anymore. Then suddenly, it was set. And the crowd … oooooo’s and aaaaahhh’s came out from people all around us. And I found I had done the same thing. And Helen was hanging on me, she was just delighted. She nearly jumped Tim to thank him, giving him a big kiss in the process. People around us were smiling at her scene. Then, we she realized it, she blushed.

I leaned to her ear and whispered, “No need to blush. If you are going to blush just because of a grateful kiss, what are you going to do later with Tim’s challenges?”

She smiled at me. But this was a wicked, lusty smile. “Hmmmmm, yes. Michele, I am getting excited about all this. Are you? Wondering about what is coming. Is it having the same effect on you?”

“Yes, it is dear. But look, they are already heading back, we better hurry or risk losing the person with our ID’s and the money.” She laughed, grabbed my hand and in heels we jogged after them.

On the way back we reversed course. On the way back along Greene Street we passed a bar I hadn’t noticed before since we were on the other side of the street. This is Capt. Tony’s Saloon and the sign claims it is ‘the oldest bar in Florida’. In all of Florida? Maybe it’s just the oldest bar in the same location. At Duval Street we take a right, going south now. As it is getting dark, we pass a bar with a recognizable name, Coyote Ugly. I guess the bar made famous by the movie has become a chain.

Another block or so down Duval, at the corner with Caroline Street, Tim stops our entourage outside a bar named The Bull & Whistle. He appears to think something should be here but is not finding it. Being Fantasy Fest week we are happy watching the partiers in costume walking by. Some outfits are outrageous and others are simply erotic. But this isn’t the big night for the street parties and I am sure Tim has something planned for that. As the three of us are huddled together watching and indicating and commenting, falling into the role of voyeur for a change, Tim has walked up to someone controlling the people at the entrance to this bar. They talk briefly and the guy indicates around the corner and points to us, Tim nods with some additional comment and the guy laughs and I hear, “Good luck then, mate.”

As Tim joins us, I ask, “What was that about?”

“I couldn’t find the place I was looking for. It was supposed to a part of this building but I couldn’t see it. He told me the entrance is around the corner and asked if you three were with me, I confirmed that, and he shook his head with the comment you heard. He sounds like he is from Australia.”

“So, what is this place you are trying to find?”

“Follow me, ladies. This will be the first night’s introduction to Fantasy Fest.”

Around the corner on Caroline Street is a stairway going to a rooftop deck above The Bull & Whistle. The sign next to the stairway reads, ‘Garden of Eden, Clothing Optional Bar’. Helen’s mouth drops open and stares at Tim. “Tim, you know I can’t get into a bar.”

“This weekend you can.” He takes her arm and leads us up the stairway. Upstairs is a deck built on the roof of the bar below. It has lounge chairs stacked along one side that are used during the day when customers can be sipping a drink from the bar while working on their all over tans. But at night it is an outdoor bar with dancing and the option for wearing clothes or not. There is a gate keeper at the top checking ID’s. Tim hands him ID’s for all of us explaining that we have no pockets and we are all together. He looks at all the ID’s and identifies each of us and I get a little nervous, but not as much as Helen, when he says her name and looks directly at her, checks the card and smiles, “Just turned 21, I see. Well, welcome to The Garden of Eden, have a good time.”

Helen puts her hand out and takes the card from the bouncer and follows Tim past the entryway. Tim finds a table along the side over Duval Street and we all settle in as a waitress comes to us almost immediately. She is not naked but she is scantily dressed. Tim greets her and we all order our drinks. Tim suggests a White Russian for Helen but stops the waitress before she turns around. “The sign says ‘clothing optional’ but there isn’t much evidence of it. Is it still early?”

She smiled as she looked us over, perhaps appraising what we would look like without our sundresses on. “This place will get going, especially after the DJ gets the music going and dancing starts. But, this is Fantasy Fest and there are plenty of places to take off clothes right now. Other times of the year it isn’t quite as easy so we get even busier. Are you going to get more comfortable tonight?”

Tim laughed, “Not me, I’m more the voyeur type. But these lovely ladies are much more the exhibitionists. But maybe just not being the first ones.”

“Well, maybe others are just waiting for someone to go first. I’ll get those drinks.”

Helen watched her leave and turned to Tim, “Where did you get this?”

I looked at her and then Tim. “What? How did you get her in here?”

Helen hand me the card and I looked at it with Mom. It was an Arizona Driver’s License for Helen Stillson but the year of birth was three years earlier making her now just over 21. “I just mentioned to Carlos about this trip and he asked about Helen and that led to a discussion of how unfortunate it was that she wasn’t 21 when there was so much fun to be had in the bars during this time. It was innocent, honest. It was just a couple of friends talking about a planned vacation with the family. People do that all the time.” He looked at Helen. “It’s not real, so don’t think about using it at home.”

“Gee, Tim, not real? I would never have guessed, except that it doesn’t match my documented birthdate or the small matter that I have never even taken a driver’s exam anywhere in the country. I’m not going to get into trouble, am I?”

“No, you are not going to get into trouble. I was told this is a perfect duplicate as long as it is not checked by a police force. So you don’t drive with it. We’ll only use it for these kinds of things.” Then he seemed to remember something, “Oh, by the way, the bouncer was very insistent that there are to be NO cell phones used in this bar for obvious reasons, they are trying to protect the privacy of their customers. I know you don’t have yours and I am going to put mine on mute just in case. He said they will take a phone away if they see one out.”

Mom leaned back and seemed a little relieved. “Well, that’s good to know. We don’t want to lose a phone but it also means there is privacy, except for all the people here.”

The waitress returned with our drinks. “Ladies, you still have your dresses on.”

I looked at her, “We were still thinking, I guess.”

She looked at Tim instead of talking further with us. Did she know what the situation was? “Since they are with you, I think a little less thinking and more stripping is needed. The DJ is just starting up and he will be looking for some dancers to break the ice for the others. And by the looks of these three there would be a lot of ice breaking seeing them up there, even if they were dancing by themselves.”

The music had started and there were a few people on the dance floor dancing but all were still dressed. Mom tried to divert the conversation to the rest of the weekend but Tim wouldn’t be diverted. We were done with our drinks when Tim decided, “It is time my lovelies. The only question that remains is if you strip here or on the dance floor.” He watched the dancers and the people milling around for a few more minutes, then decided that, too. “On the dance floor. It might get this place going. This is what I want to see, ladies, for your first challenge this weekend. You three will go out onto the dance floor and dance together for an entire song. When the next song starts, you will help each other with your dresses, leaving your heels on. Barb will bring the dresses back to the table and keep me company.”

Helen reacted immediately, “What? That’s not fair. If I have to, then she does, too.”

Mom looked at her, “Thanks a lot.”

Tim put up his hand and firmly looked Helen in the eyes, “Helen, you said you would be meeting the challenges I set for the weekend. You haven’t even tried, yet.”

“I’m sorry. I guess now that it has finally come, it has me a bit scared. Okay, as long as one of them can be with me I think I will be okay for the rest of the weekend. Sorry, for the overreaction, Tim.”

He took her hand from across the table and patted it, kissed it. “Not a problem, my dear. Now, just show me.” His smile was wickedly lusty.

I stood up with her and we waited for Mom to make her way around the table to us. We made our way through the couple table toward the dance floor and I stopped her. Mom came up to us and I asked quietly so just the three of us could hear, “Is tonight going to be the night?”

She looked back at Tim sitting casually and watching his women up to something. “No, not tonight. He’s setting this night up as a warm-up event. I have a feeling tomorrow will be even more outrageous. And that will be the perfect time.”

I stepped between them and led them out onto the dance floor with my arms around them. I pulled them into me, “Ladies, this is going to be such a fun weekend. Try to relax and follow me. And above all, remember that Tim has our interest and safety constantly accounted for.”

The music picked up and the three of us started dancing. It was a little messy for a few moments but then we all relaxed and forgot about the other people. We moved into each other, holding hands, spinning each other and letting our skirts fly up. Heck, we would be naked soon, anyway. And in Key West seeing same sex dancers was not that unusual, especially for the residents. Key West has a large, for its size, gay community. At the end of the first dance I gave the DJ a rotation signal with my finger to keep the music going and he quickly got the next one right after the first. I smiled at my two female lovers and asked the obvious question, “Ready, ladies? Let’s show these tourists how to have clothing optional fun!”

I pull Mom to me and we moved clutched together as we both went for the other’s zippers in back. Once undone I spun Mom off to the side and twirled myself to Helen who was waiting for the same movements. In a moment the three of us were dancing with our dress back wide open. And we now had the attention of the entire place. When once there had been other dancers around us, now we were by ourselves but the people weren’t idle. They were still moving to the sounds coming from the overly large speakers and clapping to the driving beat. The DJ smoothly moved out of this song into a more driving electronic beats track that allow us to move much more freely and wildly. I felt my dress slipping on its own and soon the straps were off my shoulders and hanging on my elbows which left my breasts completely exposed. I checked on my partners and found them in a similar state. I dropped to a crouch and saw Mom and Helen watching my move. As I slowly rose, gyrating my hips in circles, I pushed the dress down, almost like holding the dress from rising as I rose. In the moment I was moving with my dress bunched at my feet. I stepped out of the dress and turned so my back was to the direction of Tim and bent over with straight legs to pick up my dress. As I stood, I flipped the dress over my right shoulder and continued to grind out moves as I moved to the side. A cheer and applause went up from the crowd.

I swayed to the music as Mom moved into the center and duplicated my moves as best as she could and it came off beautifully. She got an equally enthusiastic response from the group as Helen used some of the moves from our erotic dance exercise, spinning with her head thrown back and her right arm held high and her left out to the side. She came to a stop in the center of the floor, her head thrown forward, hair in her face, her right foot and shoulders beating to the sounds. Then she spun to the right, leg raised high, then across the floor to the left, spinning and the same leg raised high. She drop to one knee and at first I didn’t notice but as her knee hit the floor her hands had pushed the dress to her feet. When she sprang into the air back into the center, her dress was left behind. The crowd went wild.

Then I saw something from her I won’t forget for some time. Standing seven feet from her dress, her foot and hips still moving to the beat, she looked down, created a shocked look on her face, threw one hand over her crotch and the other arm across her breasts. She looked over her shoulder at her dress on the floor, all the while still in this pose, but her body still moving. She spun around to face the dress, pointed at it and then around the crowd and gave a signal of ‘should I?’ She walked exaggeratedly to the dress and picked it up just like I did but dragged it along the floor to Mom and handed it to her by the strap. The crowd went absolutely crazy as she spun away and started grinding wildly into the next tune.

I flipped my dress to Mom and was in front of Helen, both of us grinding out the most erotic and wild moves we ever tried in class. By the end of the next tune the dance floor was full and a good half of them were naked or down to underwear.

I took Helen into my arms there on the dance floor and kissed her passionately. My hand went to her breast and hers to mine. I didn’t think the make-out was that long but we had more room around us when we broke. Even though people continued to dance, many had moved to give us a little room and were intently watching. When we broke apart from each other, we received yet another applause. I took Helen’s hand and indicated the next move and we dipped into a curtsey, turned, and walked to Tim and Mom at the table. We found fresh drinks and a cheese and fruit appetizer plate. “What this? Nice, but I didn’t know we were stay that long?”

Tim only smiled and before we could sit down a clothed man came to the table. He introduced himself as the manager and indicated that we had instantly created a fantastic night for the bar. When we went out to the dance floor there were maybe fifteen or twenty people. Within moments the word spread downstairs and nearby places and on the street and there were fifty before we were finished. He said we could order all night and he had already told the staff it was on the house.

I put my arms around him, kissed his neck and thanked him. Helen tentatively stepped up to him and raised up onto her toes to kiss his cheek, pressing her body into him. He was having a hard time (probably that, too) knowing what to do with his hands with this naked woman on him. She stepped back and managed, “Thank you for this place. I’ve never done anything like this before but this felt so safe.”

He looked skeptically at her, then me and Tim and Mom, “No offense, but I figured you to be professional dancers, you know, strippers. You were so good. You really haven’t done this before?”

I stepped up to Helen’s side for support. She responded, though, “No! Shoot, I’ve never been naked in public before.”

“Where did you learn all this? Dancing for yourself in your bedroom? But both of you were so good.”

I laughed and grabbed Helen’s hand. “No, my sister conned me into joining her for a … get this… an erotic dance aerobics class.”

Tim added, “It’s been great for our home life, too!”

“Well, if that’s what you do at home for your family, I would have more questions. But I would like to make a request or suggestion. I am hosting a little party tomorrow night at a bigger club nearby here. It is an official event of Fantasy Fest this year and I would love it if you all would consider it.”

I looked to Tim, “Do you know what this is about? Is this part of your plans?”

“Nope. Not yet, anyway.”

The manager laughed, “Every time you guys talk it makes me want to ask more questions. It’s the pajama and lingerie party fashioned after the Playboy fantasy. It officially invites everyone to dress in lounging wear and sexy nightwear. The party is intended to make you feel like you are at the Playboy mansion. We are having a contest to select the sexiest application of nightwear. There will be some celebrities and guest DJ’s live.”

“In front of a large crowd?”

“Yes, large, I am talking several hundred people and they can get rowdy when they are moved.”

I looked at Tim. I wanted to do this. I had never done anything like this and that meant it was way beyond anything Mom or Helen had dreamed of. Tim simply nodded at me and spoke for the group. “What are the rules?”

“Sexy nightwear, negligees, or whatever. Once the competition gets underway it can involve dancing moves if you get to the second round to make an impression. The first round is questions, posing but the ones that advance are usually the ones that make some impression. The second round can involve some dancing moves but not a full song, more questions for the audience to get to know you. There are three that make it to the third and final round. All three are winners of some amount.”

Tim didn’t hesitate or consult us, “They’ll be there.”

“Wonderful! Your personalities really won these people tonight and that’s why I think you’ll be great for the contest tomorrow.” He gave Tim a card with the information and thanked us, again.

Mom slapped Tim arm, “We don’t get a say in this?”

“Nope, not this weekend, remember?”

“Mom, forget it, I have an idea that needs some work but … we don’t enter individually, we enter as a group. Remember what he said, ‘make an impression’? We can use the fact that we are different body types. We’ll dress identically but use our individuality and differences. This will be great!”

“Daughter, you scare me sometimes …”

Helen, meanwhile, was loosening up and getting comfortable. She turned her chair some so she could also watch the crowd. She was now exposed again to everyone in front of her. The waitress came back and asked if we wanted another round. Tim indicated, yes, but Helen asked for a Diet Coke saying she doesn’t drink that much. She suggested a drink that would taste much better but low on alcohol. Helen indicated okay and the waitress started leaving and returned, knelt next to Helen, a hand on her bare thigh. They whispered for a few moments and the waitress stood, winked down at Helen and left.

Helen turned and her eyes were big and her mouth was open. I asked her, “What? What did she say to you?”

“I … she … oh my god! She said she really likes my body, tight and firm. She said she loved the way I danced and handled myself out there and if … if I really was a lesbian, she … wanted to hook up later if I could break away.” She stood up and paced in front of the table still only wearing her high heels. She reached out and grabbed my hand and pulled me up and announced that she had to dance some more. The next thing I knew we were on the dance floor dancing. She moved us closer to the DJ and said something to him and walked to me with a smile on her face and her arms open to me. This was a new and bold Helen, naked in front of all these people and seemingly not caring. She took me into her arms just as a slow dance number started. And I smiled at her as we melted into each other. We were a little awkward for a few moments, we both wanted to follow. The track was ending and I looked to the DJ who was watching us, I twirled my finger indicating to keep it going and he smiled big. More people, many naked, came to the dance floor.

As we slowly moved to the easy beat, my hand wandered over her back until it settled on her ass and I pulled her into me. She pulled her head off my shoulder and smiled at me, “Thank you, Michele. This is wonderful. You are wonderful. I can never fully express how much you have given to me.”

I smiled and put my head onto her shoulder, “You know you don’t have to. That’s what real families do for each other. As my Mom once said, there is no tracking receipts and debts. There is only giving love. And giving love returns love to you when you are where you belong. And you belong with us, Lover, Sister, Helen.”

“God, I am so hot! Would you mind terribly if I loved you up out here, right now?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” We raised our heads to kiss and the kiss moved into another and our tongues got involved. Our hands were up and down each other’s backs. She moved slightly to slip a hand to my breasts, my chest was heaving and I was softly moaning into her mouth and she into mine. We were still moving, swaying really, and I noticed in a flicker of my eye lids that we were again the center of attention and most people were lined around the dance floor watching. I flushed, yes, me, and grabbed her hand and pulled her to the table. I announced a desperate need to get back to our room. Tim and Mom only smiled.

We put our dresses back on and made our way across the deck when Helen stopped, looked around and found the waitress. She asked us to wait just a minute. She ran over to the woman, took the tray from her hand and placed it on the nearest table, took her into her arms and kissed her with feeling. This is our Helen? She then took the woman’s face between her hands and put their foreheads together and said something. I saw a glint come from the woman’s eye as they parted and Helen gave her a wave.

Walking four across to the Pilot House with Helen next to Tim, I asked her, “I have to know, honey … what was that about?”

She was quiet for a moment, “I wanted her to know. I kissed her and told her that I was not a lesbian but that I had still been tempted. At the end I confessed to her that later I might regret not taking her up on her wonderful offer.”

“Was that the moment of the tear?”

“You saw that? Yes, I did like her but maybe it was the excitement of the evening.”

Mom grabbed her around the shoulders, “It might very well be, and the drinks, but it was a very nice thing to say and do for her.”

She looked at Tim as we arrived at the front entrance, “Tim, did she get a tip if the drinks were on the house?”

“Oh, yes! I had to sign the tab. She got a very big one.”

She put her arms around him and squeezed, “Thank you, Tim.” They were walking up the steps to the porch, “How did I get so lucky to end up with you three?”

“Funny, we were asking ourselves the same thing about you.”

They stopped on the porch and she looked up at him, “Must be given love being returned, huh?”

“Yes, seems I have heard that somewhere.”

“It must have been a very wise person to say that.” She reached out and squeezed Mom then, too.

Mom laughed, “Are you teasing me, girl?”

“Oh no, ma’am! I know to respect my elders …”

Mom’s mouth opened and made a move but Helen was already through the door squealing her delight with Mom right behind her. We found them at the door to our room, locked in a kiss. Mom broke the kiss at our appearance in the hall, “If this door doesn’t open real soon, I am going to make love to someone right here.” We laughed but were all feeling the same way.

Tim opened the door and we stripped. We stood looking at the two queen beds and the four of us. I moved to Tim and took his stiffening cock in my hand. I bent down and took it into my mouth, kissed his lips and hugged him, “Darling husband, perhaps you should take care of that horny wife of yours. I’d like to finish what my sister and I started on the dance floor.”

I turned and nearly bumped into Helen. “My turn,” she said. She kissed him, bent over and took his now stiff cock into her mouth and sucked several times. Hugged him, again, “Thank you, Tim. I mean it, this is already an awesome experience.”

She then turned and led me onto the bed. I turned out the lights and heard Mom and Tim land heavily on the other bed, Mom giggling and then quickly giving a sigh and moan. She was ready to burst and we all knew it. I put my mouth next to Helen’s ear, “Any regrets for not being with Tim tonight?”

“No. Tomorrow night will be wonderful and perfect. I just know it. Besides I want to love my sister tonight. You made me so hot on the dance floor. I can’t believe the things I did tonight.”

“Wait until tomorrow night!”

She kissed me and sighed into my mouth at my touch to her pussy. She moved around and settled her head between my legs and raised herself over me and settled her pussy over my mouth. In only moments we were both working our tongues as deeply as we could, mixing in nibbles of the clit. And we were moaning into each other’s pussy, now completely unaware of the others in the next bed. We took our time and we each orgasmed twice. She is a quick learner and I couldn’t wait to get her together with Marie the next time we are at the island. After we had satisfied each other, for this night, and were spooned together, my hand cupping her breast, I was working on the contest tomorrow night. But fatigue caught up with me, too, and I was wiggling into the naked, lightly snoring body in my arms. How could one person love three others so deeply? I had no idea, but I considered myself so fortunate to be that person with three such complete loves.

* * * CHAPTER 41: THE FANTASY FEST WEEKEND, DAY 2 will follow * * * Thanks for reading.