Stripped For Florida: Sexualizing Michelle 4

By Willie B.
williebflorida@gmail.com

Copyright 2026 by Willie B., all rights reserved

[2,600 words]

* * * * *
This work is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It may contain depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
* * * * *

 
 


Sexualizing Michelle

A Stripped for Florida story
By Willie B Florida
Williebflorida@gmail.com


Author’s Note: Readers have asked me how I personally view the Stripped For Florida program; is it a positive or negative thing, utopian or dystopian, empowering or abusive? As a person I am both inspired and appalled by human behavior. As an author I focus on stories that elucidate how ordinary young people navigate the often contradictory circumstances of life in contemporary Florida. WB

* * *

Chapter 4: Wasting time and money

Without exchanging a word we both knew where we were headed. I knew because I was driving the car. Michelle, sitting next to me, might sooner or later have recognized the route. But the urge had come over each of us, unspoken, before we’d ever gotten into the car.

I navigated through the last of the ruts and parked the car alongside the same two derelict vehicles we’d seen before. The third car was gone and I suppressed a momentary feeling of disappointment. As I turned off the car a head popped out from under the hood of one of the old cars.

“Good morning, Payton,” I called out.

Payton wore overalls over bare skin. He wiped his hands with an old rag and walked toward us. A big grin filled his face.

“So good to see y’all. I didn’t know if I’d see you again.”

Michelle got out and gave Payton a hug. I admired the lovely contrast of her naked body against the faded denim of Payton’s overalls. I pushed the car door open and got out as well.

“Mr. Brad.”

“Payton.”

“My mom will be home soon,” Payton said, “I’m sure you’ll be wanting see her.”

“Thanks for reading my mind!” I replied.

“It’s hot out here. Come on in. I’ll pour y’all some tea.”

We trudged up the steps and entered the only slightly cooler interior of the trailer.

“AC’s not working too good,” Payton apologized. “Make yourself comfortable, please.”

We sat mostly in silence. At least the tea was ice cold, which was a relief. There was crunch of tires outside and the sound of a car door closing.

“Brad, Michelle,” Debra greeted us. “Saw your car outside.”

Debra got herself a tall glass of tea and came and sat down next to me. The two youngsters disappeared as if on command.

“I didn’t know if I’d see you again,” she said.

“Michelle wanted to see Payton,” I replied. “I hope you don’t mind my coming along for the ride, although I am the driver.”

“The first date went well,” Debra answered. “If you all are going to be so comfy, I might as well take my clothes off as well. Did I mention that the AC isn’t working too well?”

“I’m surprised you wear clothes at all. It’s your house, after all.”

“I guess you’re right. Payton doesn’t seem to mind.”

“Payton’s stripped. He has no choice. But, you do, and nude is always an option on your own property.”

Debra slipped her dress over her head and unsnapped her bra. I noticed she hadn’t been wearing any panties. Personally I wouldn’t have worn a bra, either, but then again, I don’t have anything up there that needs support.

“I’m just curious, is the bra necessary for comfort?”

“Depends on the woman and her breast size. For me, no, not really. I guess I just wear it out of habit.”

I nodded.

“Another choice, you’re thinking?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“I could hear you thinking it.”

I laughed.

“The kids are probably busy for a bit, but why don’t you come to my bedroom, have a little privacy.”

I shrugged. “I won’t complain.”

Debra’s portion of the trailer was small, but tidy. A pink coverlet lay over a well-made bed. A white dresser took up a good bit of space and a neat stack of plastic bins filled the corner between the bedside stand and the wall. Debra ran her finger up my dick, nothing shy about her. I gave her a kiss while my hands ran up her flanks. My erection swelled and we rolled onto the bedspread. Soon I was giving it all I had.

After we had both climaxed we lay on the bed side by side. The room was definitely on the warm side and with the exertion of sex we were both sheathed in a sheen of sweat.

“It was nice of you to come over, Brad. It’s been awhile since I’ve had this kind of companionship. I’m even happier that Michelle wanted to see Payton. Something about meeting the two of you has brought about a welcome change. He’s been out there fixing up his old car. Says he wants to drive to school rather than wait for the bus. Even the fact that he’s mentioning school…”

“That’s amazing.”

“Yeah. I was afraid he was about to drop out.”

“If he has wheels he can get around. Get out more, see friends.”

“I’m not sure he has friends. I think that’s why meeting Michelle and you is so important.”

“And you can send him shopping, do errands, take some of the load off of you.”

Debra nodded.

“Seems like you could use some friends as well.”

“You’re right. This is fun.” Debra squeezed my half erection. “Please don’t take this the wrong way, but I know you’re busy and living in a trailer with a middle-aged single mom isn’t your life plan.”

I didn’t argue with her. Two things I’ve learned as a sexualizer, be a good listener, and understand that intimacy can be a powerful catalyst for change.

“Sex can get things moving,” I said out loud, “but not always in the ways we can anticipate ahead of time.”

“Thank you,” Debra murmured. “I need this wake up call, too, just like Payton.”

We both took showers and wandered naked into the larger room. We threw ourselves down on the couch and watched a bit of mindless TV. After some time the two naked teens emerged from the back bedroom.

“I’m starved, mom,” Payton said.

“The kitchen’s right over there,” Brenda pointed with her chin, “make sure you offer something to our guests.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“One small pointer,” I added. “I realize no one’s around to enforce it, but you are a stripped boy.”

Payton looked down at his nude body, confused.

“The overalls…”

“I was fixing the car.”

“I guess technically you could call that essential gear, but just remember not to push it when you’re out in public. There are sensors everywhere.”

“It’s true,” Michelle added. “A friend of mine got caught the other day. She’s stripped but wanted to try on an outfit at the store. She was in the dressing room, if you can believe it. The sensor went off. They let her off with a warning but told her that the next time it would be a $500.00 fine.”

“Shit,” Payton exclaimed. “With that kind of money we could fix the AC. Oh, mom, I was thinking…”

“Yes?”

“When I get the car fixed, I could get a part-time job after school. Help pay for the AC. Maybe get parts for the other car so we’d have a backup?”

“You could do the grocery shopping on your way home, too.”

“Sure I could.”

I smiled at Brenda who put her finger to her lips.

“Did you two have fun?” I asked Michelle. We were driving back to her parents’ house. It was before twilight, but already it was dark under the pine trees. The headlights lit up the bright green leaves of the palmetto undergrowth and cast the long shadows of tree trunks through the forest.

Michelle smiled. “I don’t know if we’re having the type of activity you would want us to.”

“What do you mean, that I would want you to?”

“My dad thinks you’re getting me fucked by as many guys as possible.”

“That’s your dad’s idea of a sexualizer,” I agreed.

“He might not be getting his money’s worth in this case.”

I cocked a questioning eyebrow.

“We touch each other and play around. Mostly we’re just talking, or just being together. I don’t think he’s that interested in fucking me.”

“Is that alright with you?” I asked.

“We’re friends, I think.”

“You’ll find that it is easier to find someone to fuck than to make a good friend.”

“Payton’s a good person.”

I took one hand off the steering wheel and reached out and squeezed Michelle’s hand. “So are you.”

• • • 

I’ve been sexualizing Michelle for several weeks. As I have done so many times I drove up to the house, carefully parked my car on the street and strode up the walkway. I could feel the blood coursing into my penis and it was all I could do to hold off my erection as I pressed the doorbell. Public erections are the norm for stripped boys in Florida, usually pill-induced, but sometimes naturally occurring. One of the downsides of being stripped for life is that people don’t always view full on erections as favorably on middle-aged adults. While I brought as many mundane topics to mind as possible I wondered why nobody was answering the door. I could hear the sound of raised voices in the sitting room to the left of the entryway. Even with the windows closed I made out some of the words.

“…Brad is wasting my Goddamn money…if he doesn’t…”

“Dad, you…Queen of the Ball isn’t even real!”

“Oh...” followed by unintelligible words and a groan of anguish.

I considered turning around and coming back another time, but at that very moment the door opened. It was Michelle.

“Oh, Brad.”

“If this isn’t a good time…”

“It’s fine, come in.” Michelle grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the stairs. I glanced back and waved at Mr. and Mrs. Delville before being yanked forcibly up the stairs.

“What’s going on?” I asked as soon as we were in Michelle’s room. She closed the door and lay on the bed. I’d managed to stay less than fully erect, but now my penis filled instantly with blood. For better or worse, I, the sexualizer, had established a pattern that had a high probability of persisting into Michelle’s long term relationships. I penetrated Michelle’s vagina in one long thrust that reached all the way to her cervix. I withdrew almost all the way and then gave her the most vigorous pounding she’d received yet. Almost immediately, Michelle moaned and then shrieked into climax. I didn’t stop. I knew she would receive even more pleasure from the post-orgasmic thrusts as from the orgasm itself. Besides, I desperately wanted to climax myself. I felt my hot sperm spurt out from the tip of my erection, but kept going, the ultra-sensitivity of my penis providing both pleasure and pain at the same time. At last I pulled out and the two of us lay gasping side by side on the bed.

“My parents are adamant that I win the Queen of the Ball. My mother totally believes in it and my dad won’t tell her there is no such thing.”

“And your dad thinks he’s wasting his money.”

“You heard that?”

“I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but some of the voices were pretty loud,” I apologized.

“If I don’t win Queen of the Ball my mother is going to have a nervous breakdown. If only my dad would just admit that he made it up.”

“If he made it up, then so can we.”

“What?”

“You just gave me an idea. I think we can solve this whole thing.”

“How? I told you. My school has no Queen of the Ball. There’s a homecoming king and queen, that’s it, and they are seniors. I’m only a freshman. Aaarrrgh. There’s nothing you can do.”

“Trust me, Michelle. I’ll talk to your father. I think it will work out perfectly. While that’s all playing out, how would you like to spend a week at Miss Morgan’s Finishing Academy for Boys?”

“What’s a finishing academy?”

“Wealthy families used to send their daughters to institutions that instilled the social graces and other skills considered necessary for elite society. When the girls were properly polished or ‘finished’ they were ready to be introduced as young women, the implication being that they were now eligible to be called upon for social engagements leading to marriage. Miss Morgan’s school focuses primarily on the ‘other skills’ boys might need for certain types of social engagements.”

“I’m not sure I understand.”

“Her institution offers a form of sexualization.”

“Well, why didn’t you say so. But if it’s for boys, why me?”

“You’ll have a chance to spend time with a group of boys similar to you in age. At this point I think you have the poise, confidence and experience to benefit from the interaction. Plus, it will make your father happy while I work my whiles with him.”

Michelle shrugged. “I’ve been nervous about every experience you’ve led me to; and afterwards I was eager for more. Well, with one exception which you know about.”

“Anal intercourse.”

“Yeah, that. But, I’ve liked the people, the vibes, the excitement.”

“The sex.”

“That, too.”

“I have no idea, really, what to expect from Miss Morgan and her boys, but, I trust you.”

“Good. Your parents are ultimately in charge, but, my motivation is to help you. As long as we trust one another then we’re still on the right path.”

Michelle smiled.

I scooted down and tongued her to another orgasm. She had no complaints.

“I’m going to catch your dad before I leave,” I whispered in Michelle’s ear. She nodded sleepily. I slipped into the washroom and brushed my teeth and washed my face. I looked over my body and debated taking a shower. Oh, well, he’ll just have to take me the way I am. After all, he knows I’m having sex with his daughter.

I padded down the stairs in my bare feet. It’s a funny thing. Stripped folks are allowed to wear shoes in Florida, but I’ve always found it odd. I like to be naked all over, so bare feet it is. I peeked into the sitting room, empty. A dim light was on in the study and I knocked lightly on the door frame.

“Yes?” It was Jason Delville’s voice and I hoped I had caught him alone.

“Brad, here. If you have a moment?”

“Come in. Just catching up on some paper work.”

“It’s about the Queen of the Ball.” I decided to get straight to the point.

“What about the Quesn of the Ball?” Jason asked gruffly.

“We can make her real.”

“I don’t have time for bullshit, Brad. It’s late. I have stuff I need to get done that I should have taken care of earlier today.”

“Instead, your family was arguing about the Queen of the Ball.” I countered.

“I wish I’d never…”

“But you’ve been telling that joke for years.”

“Get to the point.”

“It’s going to cost you. No. Not for my time.” I put up my hand to forestall his protests. “The only benefit I get out of this is a happy mother. Michelle’s mother.”

“Hmm.”

“There are some big expenses, but, I think everyone will be satisfied. More than satisfied, wowed!”

“Wowed, huh?”

“I’ll draw up the arrangements so you can go over them in detail before approving. We’ll send Michelle to Miss Morgan’s Finishing Academy while everything gets in place. When she’s done there, then the ‘wow’ can begin.”

“Isn’t Miss Morgan’s place for boys?”

“It is. Let’s just say that Michelle will have a special role there.”








   
(End of File)