And Clean deals

They were on the way back from the lake that afternoon when the regular boat-day picnic was called to order. There was a little secluded meadow they knew about just where the park gave way to farmland. Tucked away in an awkward corner, and bisected by a small stream. The place was a secret garden of sorts, guarded by rows upon rows of tall, thick and spiky trees. You had to clamber over a rickety bit of bent old fencing to get in, but no-one seemed to own or visit it apart from them. So they’re best guess was it was one of those little patches of the world that had simply been forgotten when everywhere else was divided up for ownership. The ground was a bit rough and the vegetation could get a little rowdy, but they beat it back with sticks and brought heaps of old cushions and blankets to make it their own personal sanctuary. Thus all they needed to do was bring themselves, sustenance and entertainment; to happily spend a day in comfort, away from all prying eyes.

As she munched away on some cheap store-bought pastry, Stacy continued to fumble at her chest, reaching into her tight bra… much to the boys distraction.

“That damn ice cream got everywhere… it’s all horrible and sticky…”

She glanced around at her two best friends, expecting sympathy… and sighed to again meet something else instead.

“Well… you could you know... wash it off in the stream…” Mark offered, help-fully or hopefully.

“Suuuure… and I suppose you two gentleman would swear honestly to turn around and face away while I did so?”

Surprisingly, it was Peter who got to this one first.

“Well… after yesterday… would it matter that much? I mean… we’ve already seen your other… bits, right? And we’re all close friends...”

As always, that boy’s flat logic was much harder to argue with than Mark’s cocky assertions. However Stacy was not going to just surrender all her cards at once… not alone anyway.

“Actually… I’ve been thinking about that… I don’t think it’s fair that you guys have seen more of… me… than I have of you. How about we make a deal?”

Mark butted in strongly. “Whoah-whoah-whoah! You gave out that yourself! Why should we have to show you anything in return?!”

Stacy remained calm, replying innocently: “Well because we’re all friends, just like Pete said… but also… so you’ll get to see my tits as well?”

Again Mark looked as if he was about to argue… as if just automatically. But then he appeared to reconsider the options. He looked over at Peter quizzically. The other boy just shrugged.

“Well I… err… hmmm… How would we… do we turn round and count to ten or…”

Both Stacy and Peter had already started moving, her unbuttoning her blouse while he shook off his shoes. Mark looked panicked for a second, before reasserting upon himself his normal ‘chilled out’ composure. He too started unzipping his fly.