Summer Shorts 4: Summer Shorts, #4

By Huck Pilgrim

Short stories that trace the private lives of residents drawn to a small town named Carnal. This is volume 4, the innocence issue. At a sex party, a girl loses her inhibitions and then her innocence. A self-seeking father ends up getting a taste of his own medicine. A man dominates one of the bridesmaids at his brother's wedding.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Huck Pilgrim Presents
• Release date: Oct 2, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393176954

Huck Pilgrim

Huck Pilgrim has lived on the streets of New York City, in a communal home for Christians, and on an American submarine out of San Diego. He has washed dishes, made costumed helium balloon deliveries, and robbed designer jeans from department stores. Huck writes gritty stories about submission, blackmail, and coercion. Occasionally he tosses a hand grenade of action and adventure into the mix. Huck's stories are vivid fantasies, exploring the darker sides of submission and exposure. In Huck's stories, the mousy girl becomes suddenly bold and capable, often discovering the hidden slut inside her. The men are handsome, hard-bitten, and cruel, enjoying all manner of debauchery. Follow Huck Pilgrim's latest releases by joining his mailing list. http://huckpilgrim.com/news Contact Huck at [e-mail]

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Summer Shorts 4

By Huck Pilgrim

Huck Pilgrim Presents

Summer Shorts 4 © August 2018

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Huck Pilgrim

First Edition, October 2013

Cover design © 2015 by Huck Pilgrim

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Summer Shorts 4

Rainbow Party

At the turn of the century, a moral panic sweeps the country.

A popular daytime talk show explores a new youth phenomena called rainbow parties. Adolescent girls go to parties where they apply various shades of lipstick, then suck the cocks of young boys, leaving rainbows as they go.

Mothers are outraged. Across the land, our little girls are falling.

Sweet, innocent girls.

Virgin girls.

We marshal social workers, health care professionals, but nothing ever comes of it. Rainbow parties become the stuff of urban legends. Oprah goes into reruns. Meanwhile, in the small town of Carnal, things remain much the same as they always have.

Thursday morning, second period, Biology; Carly Peterson gets an invitation to a party. She tucks her long blonde hair behind her ear. Bites her lip. It’s something called a rainbow party. She fidgets her slim hips in her seat. She has no idea what that is, but more than anything she wants to fit in. She’s the new girl. It’s her senior year. The party is this Friday, after school, in a nearby town called Carnal.

How can she say no? Carly goes.

She gets her brother to drive her into Carnal, then drop her at the elementary school on Fourth and Walnut. Her brother is nineteen, only a year older than her, but she tells him she’s going to do some studying with friends. It’s a lie, but it’s a fiction that will prove prophetic. After all, Carly’s a virgin, attending a sex party. Her very first. If she would have known, she might have dressed differently. She is wearing her khaki denim shorts, the ones with the cute little cuffs, a lime-green sleeveless t-shirt, and armfuls of jelly band bracelets.

She will remember this day for the rest of her life. A girl always remembers her first rainbow party.

Carly wanders the few blocks searching over doors for street addresses to find the right home. An old woman sitting on a porch smoking a cigarette, watches as Carly walks past. The red brick sidewalks are uneven, humped and broken from age and the roots of ancient maples. The afternoon sun hangs low in the sky. The homes are narrow and tall, stacked up against one another, as if jockeying for space.

She finds 369 Pine. Knocks on the screen door.

Carly doesn’t know the name of the boy who lets her in, but he’s attractive. Older. He has whiskers, a lanky muscular body and a piece of jewelry in his nose. He grins at her. She’s suddenly overcome with shyness and can’t think of a single thing to say.

The house is crowded.

The downstairs is two great rooms with over a dozen people milling about, talking. Drinking from big red plastic cups. Lounging on couches. Her girlfriend Sam finds her, Carly realizes her clothes are all wrong. Sam is eighteen, but what she’s wearing makes her look older. Her hips and knees peek from great rips in her low slung jeans. A halter top stretches tight across her flat, boyish chest. Somehow, instead of calling attention to her lack of breasts, this top and those jeans accentuate her sexy midriff, the curves at her waist and hips.

Carly is overcome with doubt. She wants to leave.

Sam says Carly looks fabulous. Taking Carly’s wrist in her hands, Sam strokes her forearm. I love these things, Sam says, fingering a host of the jelly band bracelets. Sam takes half a dozen and tugs them past Carly’s wrist.

Can I wear some? Sam asks. Her short hair is spiked up, her smile infectious.

She moves closer to Carly.

As the bracelets come off, Carly’s hand brushes against Sam’s hip. Carly looks at her friend’s thick belt buckle, the dimple of her navel, the way the small knob of her pelvic bone rides above the waist of her jeans. After Sam puts the bracelets on, she takes a small silver chain from around her neck. She puts the chain on Carly.

Carly can smell shampoo in her friend’s hair.

Turns out there are exactly