comments_readers: Sorry about the confusion. I accidentally sent chapter eighteen before chapter seventeen.
She went back and checked out the soda machine. Sodas were three dollars, and the vending machine took coins, credit cards and currency up to ten dollars. She was in luck. She deposited one, then two, then three dollar bills, one at a time, saying a silent prayer as each was in turn accepted. She had experienced plenty of frustrations with vending machines in the past and didn't need any problems now. She sighed in relief as she heard her soda being dispensed.
She took a big swig, appreciating the refreshing taste of the beverage. Then she turned to return to the elevator.
"Well, what do we have here," the voice said. "They say this is a place where dreams come true, and they weren't lying."
THREE SETS OF HEADLIGHTS
Summer was startled and rather flabbergasted at hearing a voice. She had convinced herself that everyone was asleep and that she had the halls of the building completely to herself. Evidently that was not the case.
"In my younger days, I was a bit of an exhibitionist myself," the older but not really elderly looking woman said. "But I was not nearly as bold as you though, my dear. I always carried a robe or something else with me to slip on in an emergency. All you seem to have is a Coke bottle and a five dollar bill, neither of which is going to hide a hell of a lot of your sweet little body."
"Please don't call security," Summer begged. "We're on vacation and I don't want to be responsible for getting us thrown out of Disney World."
"Sweetheart, I have no intention of calling security or of filing a complaint," the woman said sincerely. "I'm too busy enjoying the breathtaking view. Do you have any idea how long it's been since I've seen a young girl as beautiful as you in the buff? And, I might add, a girl not ashamed to show off the goods either. You haven't tried once to hide your naughty bits. How old are you, darling?"
"I'm eleven, and my name is Summer," Summer said boldly.
"Summer?" the woman repeated questioningly. "Not the Summer Spring, the girl who wants to play sports nude?"
"Obviously my reputation precedes me," Summer said, rather frustrated in that knowledge. Hopefully it was just her name people knew and not her face. She really didn't want to be hassled constantly while on vacation. "It's not that I necessarily want to play naked. My body reacts really negatively if I cover my pussy."
"Is that why you're naked now?" the woman inquired.
"No," Summer answered honestly. "One thing has nothing to do with the other. The fact that I'm both a naturist and an exhibitionist does make it a lot easier for me to deal with not being able to completely cover my cunt with clothing."
"I imagine it will make playing basketball naked in front of people a helluva lot easier to handle too," the woman observed. "I wondered about that the first time I heard about the lawsuit. Winning the right to play in the altogether is one thing; doing it is a completely different matter. But I think you just might be a girl who could pull it off. My husband is going to regret that he didn't come down for the drinks. He'll be kicking himself for months to come that he didn't get to see you."
"Is he that interested in my case?" Summer inquired.
"Not your case so much as you and girls your age," the woman explained. "You see, my husband is what you might call a closet hebephile."
"What's that?" Summer asked, having never heard the term before.
"It's an adult who has a compulsive interest in girls age 11-14," she explained. "I refer to him as a closet case because I don't feel he'd ever act on his perversion unless encouraged. He'd never attack anyone against their will or hurt anyone."
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Changes last made on: Monday, March 05, 2018