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Swim Meet With Happy Ending

... old family friend, smiled said hello to me. She stood up and put her arms up, signaling that she wanted a hug, and she said, “I don’t care if you’re wet, I need to give you a hug.” I gave her a hug, and then she proceeded to update me on everything that’s going on in church.

I didn’t feel at all embarrassed about being nude as she was talking. I didn’t even think about it, but I was careful to follow the coach's instructions to not cover my privates with my hands. There was a railing right there, so I leaned against it, and held it with my hands as she talked.

“Do you know about Mr. Nelson?” she asked. “He was feeling sick the other day, and he ended up going to the doctor. Well, it turns out that he has a hernia.” She talked on and on.

While she was talking, her daughter, Maryann, walked over and stood right next to me. Maryann was a cute, country-looking girl with auburn hair, a little younger than I. I remember her wearing a green dress with a simple white blouse.. I tried not to look at her, because I needed to be respectful and look at the person who was talking to me, but it seemed like Maryann was up to something.

While I was standing there listening, I felt Maryann’s cold fingers slowly moving down the side of my body, then back up, then down again and up again. It tickled a bit, but I ignored it, trying to be polite to Mrs. Carlson. “You look like Tarzan,” I heard Maryann say, softly. I just ignored her and tried my best to engage in conversation with ...

... her mother.

Mrs. Carlson kept talking on and on, and I couldn’t even get a word in edge-wise. All I could do was say things like “Oh, really?” “That’s too bad” “That’s good” etc. All the while, Maryann was touching me. It didn’t seem to bother Mrs. Carlson. To be honest, I wasn’t sure if she even noticed.

Then, Maryann went a step further. She started playing with my penis, which I allowed. She started pushing it up and down, making it bounce. Of course, it started growing. I didn’t look down at it to see if it was growing, but I could feel it. I maintained my focus on Mrs. Carlson, to be respectful. Then Maryann started rubbing my penis softly with her fingers. It was really getting hard now, which was embarrassing.

Finally, Mrs. Carlson said something. “Maryann,” she said, “Did you ask Kurt if you could touch him down there?”

Mrs. Carlson turned and looked at me. “I’m sorry,” she said. “Maryann is very awkward around young men. She asked me earlier if it would be ok to touch a boy, and I told her that she would have to ask him. Apparently, she wasn’t listening to me. Redheads don’t listen too well, you know.”

“Is it ok if I touch you?” Maryann asked.

“Well,” I replied, “the only problem is that the coach doesn’t want us to get erections in front of the spectators, and as you can see…”

“I’m not sure if you noticed,” Mrs. Carlson interrupted, “but we’re the only ones left in here, so I don’t think your erection will bother anybody, but it’s up to you. I ...