The sun was just beginning to touch the tops of the trees at the west edge of the lake when Shelly asked if anyone else was hungry. The four of us, Shelly, her boyfriend Dan, Shelly's roommate and my "date" Laura, and myself, had spent almost the entire day at the park, swimming, partying a little and enjoying the perfect Michigan summer day. Although none of us were anxious to leave the idyllic repose of the quiet late evening and return to Dan's city apartment, we all had to admit that we were unsatisfied with the snack food we had been nibbling at all day, and ready for a real meal. So we loaded up Dan's old car and departed with regrets for the impermanence of our shared pleasure.
Back at Dan's apartment we all pitched in to prepare a fine vegetarian meal (Laura being a strict vegetarian). Before leaving the park I had pulled on jeans and t-shirt. Before starting fix the meal, Shelly and Laura had changed out of their swim suits. Perversely, I found Laura's choice of attire now to be even more provocative than the pink and white two-piece suit she had worn most of the day. Clad now in a white halter top and tiny, clingy white skirt it was hard to keep my eyes (and hands) off of her. Although we had dated casually a few times and even shared a couple of steamy kisses during which she allowed me to hungrily caress her small breasts through her blouse, our relationship had not yet become and intimate one. If I had any doubts previously, I was now convinced that escalating our intimacy was a definite priority.
Laura's dark chestnut hair fell softly against the bare, tanned skin of her shoulders and upper arms. Her large dark eyes flashed seductively from her pretty, delicately featured face. Her exposed back was like the graceful bole of a young tree, and in my imagination I had always thought of her as some kind of changeling stepchild of hamadryad and sorceress pedigree. Perhaps the most enchanting of her many peerless physical charms were her legs and appealing formed bottom enticingly displayed by her tiny white skirt. And the heeled sandals with criss-cross straps that twined up her finely turned calves held me in even greater thrall.
After our meal, the four of us were relaxing in Dan's small living room, listening to music. Laura snuggled next to me on the couch and Dan and Shelly were sharing the worn recliner chair that Dan refused to retire. My left arm was wrapped around Laura's waist and I could feel the warmth of her skin pressing against my forearm and my fingertips rested lightly on the taught flesh at the edge of her skirt. Shelly got up to use the bathroom and came back a few minutes later saying. "You perv, Dan! Look what I found!" She held up a magazine for all of us to see.
In her hand was one of those newsstand erotic letter publications. The cover picture featured an attractive woman in scant attire and bold promises of daring sexual variations depicted within. Dan was not too embarrassed by this revelation and smiled insouciantly while his girlfriend paged through the magazine. "So what," she asked "you read this and jerk off."
"Not unless you leave me no alternative," he responded, and Shelly nudged him playfully with an elbow.
"So which of these letters do you like anyway?" Shelly asked.
Dan took the magazine from her and paged through it apathetically. "I don't know. Whatever appears interesting at the moment," he laughed.
"Why don't read us one you like?" Shelly suggested.
