Eric anxiously watched the many different emotions appear on his mom’s face as Rachel’s body came into view.  He didn’t know which one would win out, but he had prepared a response for whatever one she picked.  Rachel’s ‘fashion show’ consisted of nothing more than standing there trying not to cry.  Striking a pose or walking down a runway was the last thing on her mind.

Eric’s dad felt vindicated that he wasn’t just imagining fantasies earlier.  He wanted to say “I told you so” but decided silence was best.  As a red blooded man, he couldn’t help but crack a smile as the young woman’s body was revealed before him.

Eric couldn’t let the silence go on too long and risk Rachel losing her nerve.  He also didn’t want to look at her body but he had to in order to make his point that it wasn’t a big deal.  It was just a girl modeling her new swimsuit.  He tried to adopt a casual gaze of approval without staring at her quickly hardening nipples.

His mom was shocked at first, then embarrassed, then skeptical.  A look of disapproval settled on her face.  She didn’t like the fact that her husband and son had a front row seat to an exhibition of healthy female anatomy.  Her husband’s aspiring political career had drawn the typical female advances.  He was faithful as far as she knew, but there had certainly been some doubts in the past.  She didn’t like the look her husband was giving Rachel.  On some primeval level, she didn’t like the idea of having competition for attention in her own house.

Meanwhile, Eric was taking the sight in stride which threw up red flags of their own.  She wasn’t convinced he was telling her everything.  She looked back at Rachel who flinched and she remembered what she had just told the young lady.  Ultimately, she had already committed to supporting her.

Eric knew he had won once he saw the look of disapproval fade from his mom’s face.  He was ready for it and drew the conversation back to swimming.  “Rach was telling me how she set the fastest time in the state this year in one of her races today.”

His mom was slow to catch the words.  She was still processing everything.  Eventually, she said, “that’s good.”

Rachel started to fidget.  The warmth of acceptance was wearing off and the self-consciousness that comes from exposure was creeping back in.  Her eyes welled with tears.  Eric’s mother broke at that.

“Oh now, a state best on the first day!  That’s awesome.  You’ll be breaking records in no time.  And that suit isn’t so bad.  You look great in it, honey.”

At that, Rachel seemed to calm down.

“Now I’ve got to start dinner.  Let’s see.  You kids probably don’t have homework after only one day.  I’ll call you when the food is ready.”  She was doing her best to get back to normal, despite the naked girl in her dining room.

Eric gave a winning smile to his mom and turned to leave the room.  He made a specific effort not to look at Rachel.  He had already sold the idea that her state of dress didn’t bother him, but a little extra emphasis couldn’t hurt.  He walked into the living room and turned on the TV; a typical school day afternoon.  However, the image on the TV was replaced in his mind by that of a naked Rachel lying prone on the lounger rubbing oil into her most intimate crevices.  He made a note to grab his beach bag and phone from the pool area.  He had a video that he needed to transfer to his computer.

Rachel didn’t know how to feel.  She had certainly not expected this reception.  She expected Eric’s parents to be yelling at her for trying to seduce their son.  At the very least she figured they would be asking her to cover up.  But instead, they had generally accepted her uniform.  The look from Eric’s dad made her a little nervous, but his mom seemed totally supportive.

She felt more confused than embarrassed.  She had pulled her towel off in front of three people with little hesitation.  She hadn’t panicked or tried to cover up.  And the world hadn’t ended as a result.  Perhaps her concept of modesty was changing.  Her body was nothing to be ashamed of.  At least the suit was comfortable.  Usually by now the straps of her old suit would get tired of holding up her breasts and were digging into her shoulders.  And she didn’t have to worry about tan lines.

There were also questions about Eric swirling in her mind.  What did he think about her performance by the pool earlier?  She had shown him something intimate, not by choice.  Or was it by choice?  She had to think about that one.  The way he had advocated for her with his parents made Rachel think he really cared about her.

She reached up to scratch an itch under her swim cap.  It reminded her that her hair needed to breathe.  Her hands were also sore from being in the gloves for so long.  A quick shower would be just the thing before dinner.

Refreshed from her nap outside, she ran upstairs and started the water.  Normally she would let the water warm up while she was undressing.  But the process was accelerated in this suit.  She had her gloves and belt off almost immediately.  She pulled her cap off and felt her shoulder length hair come free and stepped in the shower.

“YIIIEEEOW!”  It was still ice cold.  It didn’t help that every nerve on the surface of her body seemed to be on full alert.  She jumped out and waited for the water to warm.  Now that her hands were finally free from the gloves, the first thing they did was reach up and give her nipples a good pinch.  Rachel moaned.  She couldn’t believe after all she had been through, her body was still aroused.

Is this what sexual awakening feels like?  Every nerve on edge.  An erotic thrill whenever you show off your body.  A constant state of arousal.

And the worst part of all, the complete inability to control her own hands.  It was like someone else was choosing their actions.  And they always chose the path that would bring her closer to orgasm.  Frustrated with her lack of self control, she steeled her resolve not to start masturbating right there.

Maybe a cold shower wouldn’t be so bad after all.

She reached up, turned the faucet back to cold and stepped in.

Meanwhile, Eric’s mom was steaming more than peas in the kitchen.  After the initial shock wore off, the feeling she kept coming back to most was jealousy.  Her husband was floating around the house whistling to himself.  How could she blame him?  She had just given her approval for an almost naked teenage girl to walk around his house.

She didn’t like it, but she had given her approval.  Somehow, she felt like she should have seen it coming; like she had been setup.  To confront Rachel now would come across as petty and phony.  No.  Her best option was to get Rachel to decide on her own that this wasn’t a good idea.

She had committed her approval, but that didn’t mean she had to play nice.  Her more primitive instincts resurfaced and twisted her jealousy to form sinister thoughts.

This nymph comes into my house and gets her jollies by showing off her body to my husband and son.  How disrespectful can she be?  This is my family.

There were plenty of ways she could manipulate the situation to get Rachel to break down and give up, yet provide the appearance of maternal support the whole way down.  She schemed as she got back to cooking.

Rachel came out of the bathroom wearing two towels, one on her head and one around her body.  This was the most she had been covered in several hours and it felt great.  As she passed Eric’s open door she saw him sitting at his computer.  “Hey, Eric.” She got his attention, “I wanted to thank you for earlier.”

He smiled that dreamy smile of his “It’s cool.  I just wanted my parents to understand.  I actually think it’s kind of neat that you’re such a great swimmer.”

She beamed as he continued, “Hey, your mom left a voicemail while you were in the shower.  I’ll have mom bring her phone up so you can hear it.”

“OK.  Thanks again,” she replied. He ran downstairs as she floated to her room and closed the door.  Maybe Eric wasn’t so bad after all.  They had always been friends, but the intimate moment she had shared with him outside might have changed something in him.  The stress of the day began melting off Rachel.  Despite all the trials, she was truly happy with how things had turned out in the end.  But what happened next made Rachel anything but happy…TO BE CONTINUED