My Deep DARK Secret

Written by: Brandy

This story contains teen sex, exhibitionism, mutual masterbation, and oral sex, but there is no intercourse. I think about it frequently. I hope you like it.

I have never shared this with anyone.  I didn't tell my girl friends, I
didn't tell my best friend, not even Buck knows.  It has been my most 
private and secret memory.  My deep DARK secret! 

It happened in the summer between my high school graduation and my first
year of college.  It had been a great year for me.  I had been elected 
as lead cheerleader, chosen as Homecoming Queen and had received early 
acceptance to a prestigious eastern college . . . everything was just 
perfect.  I was born to privilege and must admit to being a "spoiled 
rich kid".  But I worked hard in school, my grades were very good, and 
I was never in any trouble.  I was a daddy's girl, daddy's little 
princess and he showered me with gifts and all the advantages money 
could buy. 

I was enjoying my summer freedom, and spent most of my days at the
country club, taking tennis lessons or lounging around the pool 
perfecting my tan.  Life was wonderful and I was enjoying every minute 
of it.  Then one afternoon, my world came crashing down around me.  I 
returned to my locker after lying in the sun and as I opened it a brown 
envelope fluttered to the ground at my feet.  I stooped to pick up the 
envelope and tore off the end, curious about its contents and how it 
got in my locker.  The blood drained from my face, this couldn't be 
happening to me!  I shoved the contents back into the envelope, stuffed 
it into my pool bag and hurried out to the parking lot in search of my 
Mustang.  I had to find some privacy.  The pictures were clear and in 
full color.  One showed me dancing on bar, dressed in a halter-top and 
a mini skirt.  My nipples were fully erect and poking into the fabric 
of my top, and I had my skirt pulled up flashing a tiny bright red 
thong and totally bare cheeks.  In the second picture I was still on 
the same bar but this time I had on only the red thong and a thin wet 
T-shirt.  The saturated shirt clung to every contour of my breasts and 
did nothing to conceal the dark brown tint of my nipples.  The final 
picture was the worst.  The shirt was gone; I was bent at the waist 
with my legs spread and my bottom pointing directly at the cameraman.  
I was looking over my shoulder, my face clearly visible, my breasts 
dangling from my chest, and I was obviously thrusting my booty at the 
crowd.  The spread of my legs allowed my cheeks to part and the thin 
red strap of the thong could be traced as it followed the crease 
between my legs until it fanned into a "V" shape to cover my pussy.  
The material was pulled taunt outlining the lips it concealed. 

Oh my God!  How could this have happened to me?  I had always been
daddy's good girl.  He had always been so proud.  He had trusted me 
when he agreed to send me to South Padre Island for spring break.  As I 
had headed toward the concourse to catch my plane he kissed me on the 
cheek and said, "Have fun Brandy . . . just use good judgement."  How 
could I have done this?  I had been so stupid.   What was I going to 
do? 

I dug back in the envelope to find a note included.  It was type written
and it said simply, "I would sure hate for these to end up posted at 
the club.  I know that a lot of guys would be thrilled to see them, but 
daddy wouldn't be too happy.  Meet me at the pool storage shed at ten 
o'clock so we can discuss what to do about the pictures.  And, Brandy, 
wear your suit and come by yourself!" 

At ten o'clock I followed the path that led from the pool to the shed. 
It was nestled back in a wooded area apart from the more aesthetic 
buildings on the club grounds.  I was nervous but also angry.  As I 
entered the shed I came face to face with him!  It was the pool boy, 
and I screamed, "Just who in the hell do you think you are, Andre!  You 
better forget you ever saw those pictures!  I could get you fired in a 
heartbeat, you bastard!"  He never flinched; he just leaned calmly 
against a shelf with his arms crossed.  "I have worked here for three 
years, and you don't even know my name.  Its DeAndre, and I am not the 
one who has done anything wrong, so miss prissy you better shut up and 
listen to what I have to say.  And so what if you get me fired.  I'm 
leaving in a couple of weeks anyway.  How long will it take you to live 
down those pictures?  They will be snickering behind your daddy's back 
for months!"  He was right, I knew it and he knew it. 

That took the fire right out of my argument and I watched as he moved to
sit on the exercise mat at my feet.  He looked less intimidating as he 
sat before me.  When he motioned me to sit, I felt I had no choice but 
I did mutter, "You better not try anything."  He replied, "Just sit 


Click here to read the rest of this story (278 more lines)

(We didn't put all text on this page at once, to make it
load FAST for you to check out the first few paragraphs first!)