First, thank you to everyone who has read and reviewed the story to this point. We are at the half way mark. I appreciate it and so do all the ladies involved. The next entry is short but does not suffer from a lack of heat. It was a challenge to write Mr. June because...well he's the baby of the group...and no one wanted to be considered a dirty old lady...but as the young ensign can say if it doesn't bother you...it doesn't bother me. For all intents and purposes this Pavel is 18.


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June - Chekov

Chekov, Pavel Andreiovich

His is the face that fooled a thousand ships. But his body tells it like it is.

His face invites a pinch of the cheek, long lashes, eager eyes, a soft-lipped little mouth. Bright eyed and bushy tailed. Everyone wants to pat him on the head and say, "Run along now." I wanted to pat him somewhere else.

He came to the graduation party, without relatives or other hangers-on, like me. When half a dozen of us uncovered the hot tub he was delighted. "Is greatest thing for foggy nights in San Francisco! But I did not bring swimwear."

We told him he could get in in his underwear, but he shook his head. "No, no, I mean that if me naked doesn't bother you, doesn't bother me."

Didn't bother us. The two guys in the tub snickered, but when he pulled off his t-shirt they smothered it. His abs were quite shapely for such a skinny guy. Unlike most Californians, he didn't have a tan line, but the sight of his curls and young penis was even more beautiful.

He sank into the steam and grinned, and time went on. Some people went back in the house to do shots. Some left the party to do something else. Then there were two - me and the white Russian.

I got overheated and shifted up to sit on the edge of the tub. Leaned back on my hands and was treated to the sight of his tight wet curls as he stood on the step and leaned over me.

"Doesn't bother you?" he murmured in my ear and then kissed it.

"Doesn't bother me," I said as he pulled the bow on the back of my swimsuit.