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IT DOESN'T MATTER CHAPTER 1 (Mf, oral; inc, m/g, pedo)
My name is Roy and I was 15 years old at the time of
this story. This is the story of a wonderful
afternoon I enjoyed last year with my cousin Shelley
and some of her friends.
Shelley was then 10, and we have grown up together
almost as brother and sister. In fact, we have been
closer than most brothers and sisters in many ways,
not least because we are naturists. Right from the
beginning, then, ever since I helped change her
nappies, we have been used to seeing every part of
each other's bodies and have no secrets from each
other.
The best way to describe Shelley, I suppose, is
`pert', although in a nice way. She is about average
height for her age, is slim, has dark eyes and dark
straight shoulder-length hair and a long fringe. She
is very confident, perhaps as I would like to think
because as a naturist she has never had anything to
hide. She has always treated me just like a big
brother, except that she respects me a lot more than
many girls do their older brothers, including my own
sister!
Anyway, a few days ago I was just finishing my lunch
at home, with my girlfriend Lynn, when the telephone
rang. My mother answered it and said it was for me.
It was my Aunt Sue on the line. She had a problem and
wondered if Lynn and I could help her.
First of all, she had planned that day, a Saturday
during the school holidays, to take Shelley and some
of her friends to a sort of open day at the embassy in
the city centre where she has connections. I would
probably have gone with them if Lynn had not been with
me. The friends' parents had dropped them at her
house and she had driven them into the city, only to
find that there had been a fire nearby and the whole
open day had had to be postponed.
So Aunt Sue took them all home again, and they decided
between them that the girls might as well stay there
for the day, rather than call their parents to collect
them at an inconvenient time. Then, just as she had
been about to prepare lunch for them, her telephone
rang. An elderly friend of hers had had a nasty fall,
broken her hip, and was being taken to hospital in a
pretty bad condition. The friend had called for Aunt
Sue, who knew she had to go and see her immediately.
Her problem was what to do with Shelley and her
friends, who were all most disappointed to hear that
they might have to be rushed back home. Then Shelley
suggested that she asked Lynn and me to come over and
look after them for the afternoon. So, Aunt Sue asked
me, could we help her out, and right away?
I had a quick word with Lynn, who was quite happy
about that, and then told Aunt Sue we would be right
over. We quickly hurried across, I on my own bicycle
while Lynn borrowed my eight-year-old sister Jenny's.
Jenny was away on a camp at this time.
It was about two kilometres to Aunt Sue's house, and
it took us exactly ten minutes to get there from the
time I put my phone down. We arrived to find Aunt Sue
waiting in her car outside the gate, eager to be off.
"Thanks very much, guys," she called out as she drove
away down the road.
We cycled inside, and I closed the electronic gates
behind us. Then we cycled down the drive and round
the corner of the house towards the back door. It was
there that we ran into an ambush.
I don't think it was a deliberate ambush. Shelley and
her friends had just been coming to meet us, and we
met unexpectedly in that spot around the corner. As I
cycled round the corner, with Lynn immediately behind
me, Shelley flung herself at me, arms outstretched to
wrap round my neck, shouting delightedly, "Roy!"
I hadn't been expecting it, and her `attack' caught me
off balance. I toppled over, still on the bicycle,
with Shelley on top of me. As I landed on the ground,
not really hurt but certainly startled, she rolled off
and landed on her back just in front of me, laughing,
with her knees up, giving me a wide view of her lovely
white woollen panties under her short blue skirt.
Although much of the time Shelley and I have been
together we have both been naked, I've always shared
an interest in her clothes, and she actually chatters
away to me about her underwear very easily. This
began, as I mentioned in my introductory story, when I
first bought her this type of panties to wear when she
started at preschool. No doubt when she feels ready
for her first bra I will be the first to know, and she
will probably ask my advice about what
sort to get, too. I am not sure I want to go with her
to buy it, though! At the moment, though, she is
adamant she will never wear one.
Often when we are clothed she will show me she is
still wearing the same sort of panties, especially if
she has a new pair. I have told her I like those
woollen ones best, a rich white colour with wide
elastic hems and no lace. They feel so good, too; I
can remember at times sitting with her on my lap and
rubbing my hands gently on the material covering her
soft little bottom while she smiles lovingly up into
my face.
As a naturist I am very familiar with female anatomy,
but I don't feel I know a girl properly until I have
seen her naked and seen what type of underwear she
uses. It still gives me a warmth and a thrill to feel
I've been let in on something normally special and
secret with the majority of the world's population.
With Lynn I was lucky, as I first met her on a
naturist beach. But more of that later.
As I lay with my right leg under my bicycle, enjoying
the view up Shelley's skirt, I became aware of gales
of laughter above me. The other five girls who were
with her all seemed to think this was Christmas. I
laughed too, and reached out my hand for Shelley, who
scrambled to her knees and then threw herself, more
successfully this time, into my arms, kissing me
warmly on the cheek.
Lynn was behind me, still sitting on her bicycle and
laughing too in her quiet way. Then I saw one of the
other girls, whom I knew as Laura, step over to her
and whisper, more as a word of slightly shocked
warning than anything else, "You know, your skirt is
short; you show your panties when you have your leg up
like that."
To Lynn, this is about the most stupid thing that
anyone can say. Lynn is actually Danish, where most
of the beaches are wide open for naturists. When she
is clothed, she likes to wear the shortest mini-skirts
possible. She says this is the only type of clothing
in which she can feel at all free, and it is only
reluctantly that she bows to convention and wears
panties underneath. I think she would actually be
quite happy walking down the main street of town stark
naked, she is so unconcerned. So showing her panties
means nothing at all to her.
She actually wears very attractive, sexy panties, when
she can be persuaded to wear them at all. They are a
brilliant white colour, but most of them are made of
an almost transparent kind of lace. I remember the
day after she first arrived, we went to the big city
park and set there opposite each other and talked.
She sat there cross-legged, quite unconcerned that she
was displaying those exciting panties in all their
glory.
I was more concerned than she was, with so many other
people walking around, and I was afraid of what they
might be thinking about me, with such an exhibitionist
girlfriend. I made the excuse that my back was sore
and suggested we sat on a bench. She leaned back and
relaxed with her knees about a foot apart, so that was
no better. I quickly encouraged her to sit on my lap.
She did so, and I put my arms round her with my hands
resting gently between her thighs so as to cover her
from public (or pubic!) exposure.
After that, I got her to wear longer skirts when we
went out, explaining that this country was much less
liberated about female clothing than Denmark. Not
that she had anything longer than mid-thigh. But,
with the hurry to get across to Aunt Sue's house, I
had forgotten to check that she put on a longer dress.
These girls, coming from the slightly staid English
school in the city, might think her exposure rude.
Laura's warning to Lynn had about the same effect on
her as it would had she said, "You are wearing a watch
on your wrist." Lynn just did not understand why it
should be a problem. Then she remembered what I had
told her, so she just smiled at Laura and said, "It
doesn't matter."
"Roy might see," I heard Laura whisper. Obviously
this girl didn't know me at all.
Lynn looked quite bemused again. Then she said again,
"It doesn't matter. Roy doesn't mind." And she
lifted her skirt up casually for a moment to show
Laura more of what she was wearing.
I pretended I had heard nothing of this, as I
responded to Shelley's extravagant affection. Then,
as if the last twenty seconds had not been enough, one
of her friends spotted the little plastic dog I have
on the handlebars of my bicycle. She squatted down on
her haunches to have a closer look, giving me a clear
view up her bright red skirt. She was wearing light
blue panties, a couple of sizes too large, so I could
see the sweet rounded curve of her bottom underneath
as the leg openings hung down.
This was a girl I had not met before, but I soon
learned that her name was Nikki. After I had gazed at
her panties for a few seconds, I looked at the rest of
her, and saw a real little beauty. This is the sort
of girl you might see advertising soap or something in
long-ago advertisements. She had wide blue eyes and
her golden hair hung down over her shoulders in
natural curls. She had charming little dimples when
she smiled and a lovely clear skin but, best of all,
she seemed completely unaware of her beauty.
Shelley pulled me to my feet and said, "You must meet
my friends." Most of them I knew by name, but little
more. Shelley and I like to be alone together where
we can enjoy our nakedness without any intrusions, and
as far as I knew girls at the English school were not
into nudity. Now I know a little better. Besides,
the English school is full of embassy children who
move on every few years, while we live in the city
permanently, so we have to get used to a quick
turnover of friends. That difficulty has also drawn
us closer together. Since I am in the senior school
and Shelley in the junior, I don't meet her friends at
school.
I saw that they all had soaking wet hair, so I knew
they must have been swimming before lunch, and very
recently. I wondered if they had been swimming naked,
as Shelley's family and I do. Then I realised that
probably they had, as they would not have had their
swimming costumes with them. I wondered how they felt
about that, now that they had tried it perhaps for the
first time.
Shelley later told me that they had indeed been
swimming naked, encouraged by Aunt Sue, who had
herself been the first to strip off on this hot day
and plunge into the pool. Some of the other girls,
Shelley said, had been very reluctant to swim naked
outdoors, but in the end they had all given in. As
Lynn and I had been in the middle of our lunch, Aunt
Sue had gone inside, still naked, to prepare lunch,
and that's when she had the telephone call about her
friend. She came out to tell the girls, and that was
when Shelley had made the suggestion that Lynn and I
come over to look after them.
According to Shelley, consternation broke out among
her naked friends as Aunt Sue went indoors to phone
us. Panic-stricken that I might be coming through the
gate at any moment, they leapt out of the pool with
one accord, scrambling for their clothes and pulling
them on before they had even dried themselves.
Shelley had not planned to dress at all, but her
friends eventually persuaded her to do so. She took
her time, and then walked with them round the back of
the house towards the driveway to wait for us. Just
at that moment, we had cycled round the corner into
the `ambush'.
Shelley introduced her friends to me. Laura was still
standing next to Lynn, struck dumb by Lynn's complete
lack of inhibition about her underwear. Laura is the
tallest of the girls, slender but somehow elegant,
with shoulder-length fair hair and a very wide row of
teeth when she smiles - often a rather cheeky smile.
She was wearing a white top and a bright orange and
yellow skirt that swung down to her knees - but, as I
was to find out, she could be quite careless with it.
All the girls, in fact, were wearing pretty dresses or
skirts that day, having expected to go on a very
special visit. My heart warmed as I took in their
combined beauty. Young girls naked look most
beautiful of all - as long as it is natural and
uninhibited, not showing off. Next to that, I enjoy
the beauty of their underwear or their skirts and
dresses. I do not believe shorts or jeans look good
on any girl; they make their bodies look misshapen
instead of enhancing them. To me, it takes their sex
appeal away from them.
Laura I immediately felt a bit doubtful about. She
looked to me as if she could be a little too
precocious. I thought I would have to go carefully
with her.
I was introduced to Nikki, still crouching to look at
my plastic dog, and a couple of the other girls bent
over to look at it too. When they looked up again I
was introduced to Angela and Rebecca.
Angela was small, quiet and quite pretty, with light
brown hair and wide blue eyes. She was wearing a
sky-blue blouse and skirt, which matched her eyes
perfectly. She looked at me almost out of the corners
of her eyes and smiled slightly, without opening her
lips, her cheeks showing a flush of pink as she did
so. "This girl likes me," I thought with some
amusement. "She doesn't want me to know, but she
isn't very clever at hiding her secret!"
Rebecca was very friendly and likeable. She had an
English father and a Spanish mother, and I later heard
she was the first of Shelley's friends to swim naked
that morning - due, no doubt, to the Spanish mother's
influence. Even today, the Europeans are much more
relaxed about nudity than the British. She was an
interesting chatterbox, and very enthusiastic about
everything. She had dark brown hair, brown eyes and a
slightly olive skin, but apart from that looks more
English than Spanish. She was wearing a beautiful
white blouse, looking rather Spanish with its frills
around the shoulders, and a dark blue pleated skirt.
We all almost forgot the final girl in the group,
standing at the back. This was Tina, small, with
light brown hair and blue eyes, and a rather pale face
that I did not think very attractive. She was wearing
a pale pink dress and hardly smiled or looked at me.
She looked like a shy little mouse, and not a very
happy one either.
Then I introduced Lynn to the girls. She had now
dismounted and was standing next to her bicycle, so
she was not shocking the girls with her panties any
longer, although I did see them glancing at her short
skirt with rather mixed expressions on their faces.
But they did take to her quickly and crowded round
her, asking her about Denmark and sometimes causing
her difficulty by talking so quickly it was hard for
her to understand with her limited English.
After a couple of minutes Shelley reminded us that it
was lunchtime and I had been elected to prepare it for
them. No, they did not know what they had been going
to eat but were sure I could handle the situation.
Shelley led the way into the house through the kitchen
door.
We entered the house and trooped through to the
kitchen. I was relieved to see a number of hamburgers
and rolls laid out on the kitchen table; no doubt Aunt
Sue had been just about to cook these in the microwave
when the telephone rang. I found some margarine in
the fridge and began to butter the rolls while the
girls, forgetting me, plied Lynn with questions. I
did say forgetting me, but Angela did not, every now
and then shooting glances at me out of the corner of
her eye and then blushing most attractively when she
realised I had seen her. I encouraged her quietly
with a smile.
"How did you meet Roy?" Rebecca wanted to know. So
Lynn told them the story, in rather hesitant English.
I wasn't sure the girls should hear all this, but Lynn
was quite unconcerned.
IT DOESN'T MATTER (CHAPTER 2)
The previous summer Lynn had gone with her family on
holiday to a naturist beach in France, the famous Cap
D'Agde, where they coated themselves in sun cream and
spent most of their time lying in the sun. One
afternoon, the rest of the family - Lynn's parents and
her younger brother - decided to go to the nearby
shopping centre. Lynn was quite happy to stay on the
beach, so they left all their belongings with her
while she lay on her back in a lounger and
sunbathed.
She suddenly opened her eyes with a start, and had a
very nasty shock. She had felt a hand tickling her
pubic hair. I should say that Lynn has quite a mat of
hair downstairs, despite being only my age; in fact,
she has more than I do. As I tell her, though, I need
to keep mine cut rather short as in the hot weather
thick hair becomes very itchy for me when I sweat, and
in non-naturist places that is not considered an ideal
place to scratch. Lynn's is thick and light brown,
though, so it is actually scarcely possible to see her
vagina for it, except at the bottom between her legs.
She looked up to see a stocky boy of about 16 with an
ugly face and a half-erect penis leering at her. He
spoke to her in French, which she barely understood,
and she did not know what he was wanting, except that
it was not pleasant. As he reached his hand out
again, she cowered back and tried to call for help,
but her voice stuck in her throat. Not that it might
have done any good, as the beach was crowded, but
nobody around seemed to be taking the slightest notice
of this boy's lechery and Lynn's predicament.
The girls were greatly shocked by the story so far.
They showed little surprise at the news that Lynn had
been on a naturist beach, but then they had found out
that morning, if they hadn't known before, that
Shelley's family were naturists. But they gave little
gasps of horror and fell deadly silent when Lynn told
them how she had been touched in her most private
place. I could see from the corner of my eye some of
them shooting glances at me, obviously thinking that I
shouldn't be there to listen to this, but I kept my
eyes firmly on the rolls I was buttering as if I
hadn't heard a word.
This is where I come into the story. I was on holiday
there with some naturist friends from the club. I was
walking along at that time, exploring the beach. Then
I saw this lout with a stubby grizzly weapon sticking
up between his legs, bending over a girl who at first
glance appeared to be only about Shelley's age. She
looked quite terrified, and it was obvious that he was
about to do something indecent to her and that there
was nobody to stop him. Nobody except me, that is.
I think it was the fact that Lynn's apparent size
reminded me of Shelley that suddenly filled me with
anger; had anybody treated my little cousin in this
way, I would certainly have been uncontrollably
furious. I grabbed the older boy roughly by the
shoulder. He swung round and moved back straight
away, probably thinking it was the girl's father come
to rescue her. Then he saw it was only I, half a head
shorter and perhaps two years younger than he, and he
immediately became aggressive. He started swearing at
me, but I cut him short. Clenching my fists and very
angry, I glared at him in fury. "Get out of this
before I smash your face in!" I remember saying in a
determined hiss.
People nearby were now starting to take notice with
the possibility of a fight looming, and I suspect it
was this rather than any real fear of me that made him
back off. I took a step towards him, fists clenched
and ready to fight for my life should he try to land
the first blow. He backed away as I repeated, "Get
out! Just get out!"
Looking flustered, he glanced at Lynn, still cowering
at the far end of her lounger, and then back at me. I
took another step towards him and repeated my demand.
He spat at me, snarled in French, "I'll be back!",
then turned on his heel and stalked off with as much
dignity as he could muster.
I saw him off, and then turned to look at Lynn,
softening as I did so. She still looked like a little
child, but I could see her rounded breasts and mat of
pubic hair as she opened her legs to draw her knees
under her. She had short fair hair and blue eyes with
rather an intense look, and freckles on her cheeks. I
did not think she was especially beautiful, and in
honesty I still don't. But she made me feel a man,
and she trusted me deeply from that day onward, and
that is why I grew to love her.
She is indeed nearer Shelley's height than my own,
small and sweet, although only a month younger than I
am. She looked as white as a sheet and was trembling
all over. I found myself trembling as well from the
shock of it all. I am not an aggressive sort of
person and I was amazed to recall how I handled this
incident. Had I not been so furious, I could not have
done it.
I made sure the lout continued on his way and then sat
down gently on the far end of her lounger. I didn't
want to get any closer in case I frightened her any
more. Lynn kept staring at me, as if turned to stone.
I didn't know whether she understood English or not;
fortunately she knew enough for us to be able to talk
to each other. "What did he do to you?" I asked.
Lynn said nothing for a moment, then looked along the
beach at the disappearing back of the lout. Then she
whispered, "He touch me - there," and pointed between
her legs. She looked back along the beach again, and
suddenly scrambled along the lounger to sit right
beside me, leaning against me. Slowly and gently I
put my arm round her. She was stiff and trembling.
Then suddenly the dam burst. She buried her face in
her hands and burst into deep sobbing, her back
heaving as she tried to suppress the sound.
I just held her gently and waited. After about a
minute the heaving settled down. Slowly she sat
upright, still leaning against me, and turned to look
at me with teary eyes. "You saved me," she whispered.
"Thank you." She put her hands on my cheeks and
planted a kiss on my mouth. I smiled at her and
responded.
After a short silence she looked up at me and said, in
her Danish accent, "Please. Can you stay a time?
Stay till my father comes."
I knew she was afraid of the lout returning, and so
was I. Perhaps he had gone to fetch some of his
friends. But I told myself that he was hardly likely
to come back looking for a fight in a public place. I
knew I couldn't leave her until she knew she was safe.
I hadn't been going anywhere in particular, but was
merely exploring along the beach after lunch while my
friends rested in the chalets.
So I stayed, and we talked. She kept looking over her
shoulder, in the direction the lout had taken, so we
turned round to face that way. But he didn't return
and we were both relieved that we never saw him again.
We had got to know each other quite well, with her
still leaning against my shoulder and her hand on my
knee, and me with my arm round her back, when she
looked up and smiled for the first time. "My father
and my mother," she said.
A tall man and a short woman, together with a boy of
about twelve, were approaching and looking at me
rather suspiciously, no doubt wondering what I was
doing with my arm round their daughter. But Lynn
stood up and broke out into a torrent of Danish,
obviously telling them all about me. At first they
looked angry, then concerned, and finally the parents
looked towards me and smiled.
"Thank you for being good to our daughter," they said.
They had brought some food back from the shops with
them, and invited me to join them. I had already
eaten, though, and Lynn didn't feel like eating, so we
didn't eat much, but I was happy to stay and talk with
them. Soon they were treating me like one of the
family, and they were certainly very grateful to me.
After a while I said I would like them to meet the
friends I had come with, but I wasn't sure where they
would be. They would surely have finished their
siesta by now, but I didn't know where they would go
after that. We had just arranged to meet back for the
evening meal at seven o'clock. So I suggested I went
and found them, and then brought them to meet Lynn's
family. I asked if Lynn might like to come with me.
They all agreed, and her father said to me, "Buy an
ice cream for you on the way. Please keep the
change." He handed me a massive currency bill that I
couldn't possibly spend all at once, obviously in
gratitude for what I had done for his daughter.
I thought we would start looking for my friends at our
chalets. We had a quick dip in the sea, then trudged
up the beach. On the way we passed a track where some
teenagers on motorised scooters were skidding back and
forth on the sand. We kept a sharp lookout for the
thug, but he was not there. As we passed a large damp
patch of sand just down from the showers, a scooter
skidded in front of us. As the wheels failed to grip,
it sprayed us with damp sand.
We were pretty annoyed, especially as the gentleman
responsible scooted off without even an apology. As
we were already wet from the sea, a lot of the sand
stuck to our faces and bodies.
"Don't worry, we can wash it off in the showers at our
chalet," I said. Within a minute we were there, but
my friends were not. I had the key to the chalet I
shared with Graham, my friend, in a small bag I had
been carrying around with me, so I opened the door to
let us in.
It was very hot inside, and Lynn gasped with the heat.
Nothing would feel better now than a cold shower, so
we headed for the bathroom at the back. Lynn decided
she needed to use the toilet, showing no shyness as
she sat down on the seat and urinated while I turned
on the shower right in front of her.
I stepped into the shower and was washing off when
Lynn finished. It felt great! I reached out a hand
and gently pulled her into the shower with me. It was
a small cubicle, intended only for one person, so we
had to stand pressed right up against each other.
That felt even better, with the cold water streaming
down on us and our naked bodies in close contact. I
put my arms around her while she nestled her head
against my shoulder blade. I kissed her gently and
shivered as I could feel her pubic hair against my
penis. Only the coldness of the water prevented me
from getting a hard-on.
I don't know how long we stayed like that, but
eventually the water began to splutter and dry up. I
turned on the tap, reached for the towels and threw
them over the nearer of the two beds, my own. Then I
flung myself on top, on my back, and stretched out my
arms for Lynn. "Come!" I urged her.
She looked at me with rather mixed emotions,
presumably wondering if I was intending to have sex
with her and afraid of it. I smiled gently up at her.
"Let me promise you," I said. "I will never, ever do
anything to you that you don't want me to." And I
have kept that promise. Not only with Lynn, but with
all girls. I get what I want in the end, the nice
way!
Shyly she lowered herself between my arms, to lie on
my chest. Our faces, cold from the shower, were cheek
by cheek to each other, and hers was so lovely and
soft. I could feel her little breasts against my
chest and her heart thumping rapidly through them. A
year later, they had grown quite a bit. Again I could
feel her soft pubic hair on my hip, and my penis
started to respond, but I controlled my actions. We
just lay there for a long, long time, whispering to
each other and fondling, with myself careful to make
sure she was happy with what I was doing.
I had never stroked a girl in her private area before,
not without her asking me to, but Lynn seemed to want
me to do it, perhaps to make up for the way in which
the lout had abused her there earlier on. I was very
gentle, just enjoying the soft furry feel of her as
she lay on her back across my chest and closed her
eyes, a dreamy smile playing across her face.
Occasionally she shuddered and then laughed, obviously
with happiness. It must have had a healing effect on
her.
I'm glad Lynn didn't tell Shelley and her friends
about this part. I'm glad she didn't tell her
parents, either, as they might have changed their
opinion of me and our lives would have been different.
In the end we found my friends walking on the beach,
and introduced them to Lynn's parents. They got on
well, and my own parents were pleased to hear, when I
returned home, that I had finally found a girlfriend
my own age.
The end result was that this year, at my parents'
invitation, they arranged for Lynn to fly over and
spend a month of her summer holidays with us,
promising also that we could help her speak English
better.
I had been so long without her, and it was great to
discover that she was as happy to see me again as I
was to see her. We had kept in touch by letter, and
she wrote some very long ones, but it wasn't the same.
When we met her at the airport, she just ran up and
flung her arms round my neck, kissing me so lovingly
and wetting my face with her tears. Shelley, who was
with me, was rather jealous, and when Lynn finally let
go she piled on me for her turn.
It was a great feeling to be so loved by two girls,
although in different ways, as I always counted
Shelley as family. Now, as I stood in the kitchen
listening to Lynn speaking of me as a hero and seeing
from the corner of my eye Shelley's friends gazing at
me in admiration, I told myself that I would have a
few more before very much longer.
IT DOESN'T MATTER (CHAPTER 3)
"You were so brave, Roy," said Nikki, smiling up at me
after Lynn had finished her story of how we had met.
All the girls were gazing at me in admiration and I
was feeling rather embarrassed. "Well, there are some
things you have to do," I said rather awkwardly. "I'm
just glad I was there at the right time."
Shelley rescued me from my awkwardness with her
suggestion. She stood in front of me with her chest
out and hands folded together in front of her, her
usual pose. "Roy, may I show them that photograph of
you and me?" she asked.
"Yes, fine," I agreed. I knew which one she meant.
Aunt Sue kept several photo albums, many of them
showing the family unclothed, and in the front of one
was a brilliant large photograph of Shelley and me,
side by side, arms round each other and wearing only
our smiles. It was Shelley's favourite, and she
wanted to have it framed and put on display in their
lounge, but her father, who is not a naturist, forbade
it.
Shelley came straight back from the lounge with the
photo album and opened it up for the girls, who
crowded round to have a look. It would be
interesting, I thought, to see what effect it would
have on these non-naturist girls.
Sure enough, as they saw the photo - or rather, the
part of the photo containing me - they gasped, took a
step back and their hands flew to their faces. No
doubt they had seen smaller boys naked, or family
members, but in the rather old-fashioned English
school we all attended in the city, there would be no
chance of any nakedness between sexes.
I have always been rather glad I have a normal penis,
although had I been more like Lynn it would probably
not have bothered me at all what sort of equipment I
possessed. Naturists seem to accept each other, even
if there are peculiarities in the genital area.
Non-naturists seem to pick up differences. Too small,
and they giggle. Too large, and you hear exclamations
of "Gross!" In this case, they were just startled at
seeing a nude picture of me when they had not expected
it.
I often wonder what girls like these would have said
had they had the chance to see my junior-school German
friend Ernst, who had the largest penis I have ever
seen in a preteen boy. I will write about my
experiences with him another time.
Or else there is Pete, of the school senior football
team. He is 17, not very tall, but he has a penis
that hangs down most of the way to his knees.
Naturists like myself don't worry about things like
that, but others make comments, such as the one
usually heard as he makes his way to the showers:
"Careful you don't trip over it, Pete!"
When we go swimming, Pete has great difficulty in
keeping it inside his swimming costume. Sometimes we
can see the end sticking out at the top just below his
belly button, and his friends warn him if there are
girls around and make dirty comments if there are not.
If he becomes aroused, no costume can hold it. I
hate the stupidity of a world that makes an issue of
things like that, and felt glad that Shelley's friends
had at least been educated a bit in the pool that
morning.
Pete is very proud of his appendage, and he often
boasts of what he did in the fourth grade, when he
lived in England. The class were doing practical
measuring of their bodies in mathematics, using their
rulers, and writing down such items as, "My foot is
so-many centimetres long." One of Pete's entries
read, "My piss is 16 centimetres long." Or so he
tells us. It apparently earned him a very painful
interview with the headmaster.
The girls really seemed startled to see a naked
photograph of me, and amazed that I didn't mind. In
fact, Laura asked me, an expression of wonder on her
face, "Don't you mind us seeing you naked?"
"Not at all; it doesn't matter," I replied casually,
smiling and shrugging my shoulders.
"Well, you're not going to see me naked," she replied
defiantly, tossing her head back and swirling her
skirt around.
"No, that's fine, I won't," I smiled. "We all have
free choice in this place." But I felt like saying,
"Want a bet?"
Some of the girls were still looking rather
embarrassed by the photo, although Rebecca was paging
through the album. Nikki obviously thought it was
time to change the subject, as she turned to Shelley
and asked, "Shelley, may we play with your dressing-up
box?"
Shelley, perhaps rather strangely for a naturist,
loves dressing up, and over the years she has gathered
a large collection of clothes and costumes, helped in
her hobby by Aunt Sue. She and her friends often play
at dressing up when they visit her.
"Yes, let's," agreed the others, all following Shelley
out of the kitchen towards the front door. All the
costumes were stored in a little playhouse in the
front garden.
As they went, Rebecca turned back, stretched out a
hand towards Lynn and said appealingly, "Lynn, come
with us."
Lynn looked at me, so I smiled and said, "Go and have
a look while I prepare lunch. You'll find it
interesting." She followed Rebecca out, leaving me
alone to put the hamburgers into the microwave.
Once I had done that, I discovered that I was not
actually quite alone after all. Glancing into the
dining room, I saw the little Tina sitting there by
herself, staring into space. That was rather puzzling
behaviour, I thought.
While I was waiting, I wandered into the dining room
and sat down at the end of the table, next to Tina.
She hardly looked at me. "Are you feeling sick?" I
asked gently after a pause.
She shook her head and continued to stare into space.
I waited, but she said nothing more. So I asked,
"Have you had a quarrel with the others?"
At this her face suddenly crumpled and tears began to
run down her cheeks. She still said nothing, though,
so I asked her, "Do you want to talk about it?"
Again she shook her head, and continued to cry
quietly. "I want to go home," was all she whispered.
I moved my chair closer, stretched out my arm and put
it on her far shoulder, with just a little gentle
pressure to give her the chance to come to me or keep
to herself as she chose. It seemed to be the right
thing to do, as she pushed herself off her chair and
almost fell lightly into my arms, still crying.
I pulled her up on to my lap; she was only small and
light. She put an arm round my neck and cried into my
shirt, the tears quickly soaking through to my chest.
I held her gently and waited until she had finished
crying.
Then she looked at me and decided to explain. "We
went for a swim this morning," she said. "But we
didn't have our costumes." She stopped and sniffed.
I waited.
"The others went swimming naked," she went on after a
pause. "But I didn't want to do that. Angela and I
didn't." She stopped and sniffed again.
"The others all told us to go and join them," she
continued. "And then Angela went, but I don't think
she wanted to very much. I asked to borrow Shelley's
school costume. But they wouldn't let me. They
wouldn't let me swim in my panties, either. They made
me go in naked when I told them I didn't want to."
The tears began to flow again.
I shook my head silently. The problems it causes when
children have been encouraged to be shy about their
bodies! "But what about Aunt Sue - Shelley's mum?" I
asked. I couldn't imagine her forcing anybody to swim
naked, although she might encourage them.
"She just told me not to be so wet," whispered Tina,
wiping away further tears.
Well, I could imagine my aunt calling that out in her
loud voice, but I was quite sure it was said with a
big smile on her face and that she would not have
meant to put too much pressure on little Tina. Tina
must just have misunderstood her. I tried to tell
Tina that, but she broke in and said, "All the others
were shouting at me and they made me do it."
I wasn't sure what had happened there, but I said in a
firm voice, "Well, that was very wrong of them. I
promise you that as long as I'm here, nobody will
force you to do anything you don't want to do. If
they try, I'll shut them up straight away. I promise
you'll be safe with me." Looking down at her rather
plain face, I felt a sudden rush of affection for this
sad little girl, and felt all I wanted to do was to
protect her, much as I had done about Lynn on that
beach a year earlier.
This seemed to reassure her. She put her hands round
my neck, looked at me properly for the first time and
tried to smile. "Thank you," she whispered.
She didn't seem to want to move, so we just sat there
in silence for maybe half a minute. The microwave had
done its job, but I enjoyed the experience of a
trusting little girl on my lap. I wouldn't let her
down. I think I must be a sucker for helpless
females, but they give me so much love and trust in
return.
Outside I could hear the noise of the other girls as
they played with the dressing-up clothes. Then Tina
looked at me and said, "If we go swimming again, what
should I do?"
"That's for you to choose completely," I said. "If
you want to wear Shelley's costume or swim in your
panties, or not swim at all, you do it, and I won't
let anybody even talk to you about it."
"I mean, do you think I should swim naked?" she asked
me.
I felt surprised, as it seemed as if she was coming
round to the idea now. I answered, "Well, I think it
would be a good idea to join in with your friends if
they all swim naked, because it doesn't matter, but
that's completely up to you. But I think they'll be
too shy to swim naked with me here."
Tina looked thoughtful and then asked, "Will you swim
naked?"
"I'd like to do that," I replied. "But I don't know
whether I will, because it might make some of the
others feel bad."
Tina smiled again and said, "You're very kind." After
a few seconds she said, "Lunch should be ready now."
She slipped off my knee and said, "Come and see what
the others are doing first." She took my hand and led
me through the lounge to the front door.
It was quite noisy outside as the girls were excitedly
playing at dressing up. The playhouse was much too
small for them all to change inside, so they had
spread the masses of clothes out on the grass under
the tree next to it. The garden was completely walled
around, so nobody from outside could see them,
otherwise they would surely have found somewhere else
to change.
As I came out of the front door with Tina holding my
hand, I could see girls in various stages of undress
as they tried on the costumes. Lynn was down to her
bra and panties, about to try on a long evening dress,
perhaps almost for the first time in her life. I
caught a glimpse of Laura wearing her skirt but
nothing on top, before she saw me come out and
squealed, clutching her costume to her chest to cover
it. This alerted the other girls, and Angela and
Nikki, also half-dressed, covered up quickly and
giggled.
I knew the best way to act was to show I wasn't
interested and then leave them to dress again as soon
as possible. So I just said, "Lunch is all ready, so
do you want to come inside for it or shall I bring it
outside?"
"Outside," I heard several voices say, including
Shelley. I hadn't noticed before as I was so used to
it, but she was quite naked, about to try on a tiny
bikini.
"Right, I'll bring it out in five minutes," I said,
turning to go back inside. Tina released my hand and
went over to join the others with the clothes, which
pleased me, as it meant she was joining in again.
As I went inside, I heard Shelley's voice say, "Girls,
we mustn't wear these costumes during lunch because we
mustn't get them dirty or sticky."
IT DOESN'T MATTER (CHAPTER 4)
I waited in the kitchen for five minutes, setting out
the food and plates on a large tray, along with some
plastic cups and a glass of lemonade. Then I went to
the front door and called out, "May I come out now?"
I knew the most important thing at this stage of my
relationship with those girls was to show that I could
be trusted to respect their privacy.
"Yes," came the voices in reply, so I walked out with
the tray. The girls were all dressed in their usual
clothes again, except for Shelley, who was still
slipping her dress over her head. And there was Tina,
standing there in rather worn, off-white panties,
about to put her dress on, and it was clear that she
wanted me to see her like this. It was probably just
her way of showing me her love and trust, and I
wondered, after what she had said to me inside, if she
would also be willing to let me see her swimming
naked. Her little body was quite white and flat,
apart from her ribs showing clearly.
"Where shall we have it?" I asked the girls.
"Let's eat it in the tree house," suggested Shelley.
She has a large tree in her front garden in which her
father built her a tree house, but I didn't think it
would be large enough for all of us to have lunch
together, and I said so.
"Let's try, anyway," said Shelley, leading the way to
the ladder. Still holding the tray, I followed them
over to the ladder and stood at the bottom while they
climbed, without realising that they were giving me a
lovely display of panties as they went up.
First went Shelley, and to see those lovely white
woollen panties while her short blue skirt rode up
with every rung of the ladder she mounted warmed my
heart, as it never fails to do. Then came Rebecca,
silky white panties with little coloured patterns
across them; Nikki, with her loose pale-blue panties;
and Tina, with her rather threadbare pair. I hadn't
seen Angela's before: plain white cotton and
attractive to my eyes. Lynn followed them up, and
with her very short skirt I could see all the way up
to her belly button very easily.
Laura didn't follow them up. She explained to me
rather pertly, "I'm not going to go up; there's not
enough room up there." I wondered if she had guessed
that I might have seen their panties. I later found
out that she had another reason.
"Please hold the tray for me, then," I asked, handing
it over to her. Rather taken by surprise, she
accepted it, and I climbed briskly up the ladder to
the top.
As I expected, all the girls were squashed rather
tightly inside and there was clearly not enough room
to eat a meal. Tina was sitting on the far side,
knees up and apart, pretending to be unaware of the
fact that she was revealing her panties to me again.
The others were sitting squashed up close together,
cross-legged with their arms around each other,
laughing. "I've got a splinter in my bottom,"
announced Shelley.
"I think we'll just have to eat under the trees," said
Rebecca. So I led the way down again, with Rebecca's
skirt flapping attractively just above my head all the
way. I was now close enough to see that the patterns
on her panties were of little red and blue teddy
bears.
I was just taking the tray from Laura when I heard a
squeal and a bump behind me, and then squeals from the
other girls. "Oh, sorry, Angela!" "Are you all
right?" "Are you hurt?" "What happened, Angela?"
Turning round, I saw Angela lying on her side at the
bottom of the ladder, struggling to get up. The
others helped her to her feet. There were tears in
her eyes and she looked shaken, but didn't cry. I
could see that she was wearing some rather high-heeled
shoes, probably from the costume box. They were
hardly suitable for climbing, and she must have
slipped and fallen from a couple of metres or more up
the ladder.
Shelley led Angela over to me straight away. I put
the tray down, knelt down and put my arm round her
waist. She was too shocked to blush this time.
"Where are you hurt?" I asked her gently.
The other girls were still all talking at once, so I
only just heard her reply. "My wrist," she whispered,
holding a limp right wrist in front of my nose. A
single tear trickled down her cheek. "I landed on my
wrist."
I held her arm gently and told her to move her
fingers, which she did. "It can't be broken, so it's
probably just a bit bruised or strained," I said.
"It'll probably stop hurting soon." I smiled at her
and rubbed her back gently with my other arm, feeling
the elastic waist of her panties under my fingers.
As I rose to my feet again, Shelley said to me, with a
rather cheeky smile, "Roy, aren't you going to kiss
her better?"
"Now why didn't I think of that?" I reproached myself
silently. It was an old family joke, and whenever
Shelley hurt herself, or pretended to, it was my job
to kiss her better. But I just said, "Well, if Angela
wants me to." I smiled down at her.
Angela looked up, rather startled, and blushed a
little as she so often did. I thought she was going
to say "Yes," but instead she whispered, "No." I was
just putting it down to shyness and turning away from
her when she suddenly changed her mind and said,
"Yes."
I knelt down next to her and laughed. "No - yes?" I
teased her. "How do you expect me to know what you
really mean?"
Angela blushed again and then repeated, in the
smallest whisper, "Yes."
"Very well," I agreed, putting on a funny tone of
voice to make her giggle. "Where would your ladyship
like it?"
She turned her left cheek towards me and pointed with
her finger to the middle. "There."
I planted a warm kiss on the exact spot and rose to my
feet, smiling, as she broke into a beautiful smile and
turned away to try and hide it. "There you are, it
always works," I told them all. Some of the others
were looking a bit jealous, and some very surprised.
As I got to know Angela better, I later realised that
they were surprised that she should agree, because
usually she is a girl who likes to play it cool and
pretend she doesn't have feelings. In that case, it's
a pity she hasn't told her face about it, because it
can be very expressive when she is taken by surprise
or uncertain about things.
I was about to pick up the tray again when Shelley
said, "Roy, my bottom hurts. I got a splinter in it
in the tree house." She turned around, lifted her
skirt and stuck out her panties at me. "There." She
pointed to the spot.
I pulled the material down and had a look, but could
see nothing sticking into her cute bottom. Then, when
I examined the panties more carefully, I found a
little splinter of wood that I pulled out for her.
"Kiss better," she instructed me, sticking her bare
bottom out at me again. If we had been alone, I would
have kissed the spot in fun, but I thought her friends
might be shocked, or giggle in a silly way, especially
Laura, who I now knew could be very silly at times.
So I just patted it and kissed her gently on the cheek
- the one on her face.
Carrying the tray again, I led the way towards my
favourite tree near the swimming pool. For some
reason, boys don't seem able to sit cross-legged as
easily as girls, and I liked this tree to lean back
on. I put the tray down in front of me and the girls
sat around. Tina sneaked in on one side of me, while
Shelley claimed her place on the other side. The
other girls sat round in a circle, with Angela
standing still for a moment before sitting almost
opposite me. Again her face told its own story of an
amusing mixture of feelings. Half of it said, "I wish
I could sit next to Roy." The other half said, "I
don't want the others to know I wish I could sit next
to Roy!"
There was Lynn again, sitting carelessly cross-legged
with her skirt up and open. Then my heart almost
skipped a beat as Laura sat down beside her. More
careful than Lynn, she sat down opposite me, pushing
her skirt down with her hand as she did so to make
quite sure I couldn't see beneath. She sat on a twig,
though, and lifted her left thigh to remove it from
underneath. As she did so, I had a momentary glimpse
up her skirt, and for a split second saw a pink bulge
between her legs, where her panties should have been.
Laura was not wearing any panties! So that was why
she had not wanted to climb the ladder to the tree
house! Had she lost them or deliberately left them
off that day?
Of course I said nothing, but Laura seemed to stay
very conscious of her vulnerability and kept her skirt
firmly down over her ankles. I kept watching her out
of the corner of my eye. She leaned forward to take a
hamburger, reaching out with her right hand while her
left remained over her skirt. Then she did the same
with the lemonade. I felt sad for her. Naturists do
not have to worry about that sort of thing at all, but
these girls did not have that freedom.
We sat and talked while we ate, although Lynn and I
just shared a small hamburger, having eaten one lunch
already. Most of the conversation was about the
clothes box, and the girls were keen to spend some
more time there after the meal.
In the middle of lunch, Rebecca suddenly farted, not
very loudly. She said, "Excuse me," and didn't seem
embarrassed by it - the Spanish upbringing again, I
should think - but some of the other girls giggled,
especially Laura.
"Come on, giggling is silly," I told them, trying to
look suitably disgusted by their behaviour. "That
sort of thing doesn't matter."
"`It doesn't matter,'" Laura mimicked me. "Nothing
matters? Doesn't anything matter, Roy?" She looked
at me with a challenging smile.
"Not about people's bodies," I answered, rather
sternly, trying to put to best effect my superior age
and my position as being in charge of them all.
"Suppose it was you who farted, or suppose a boy saw
your panties or saw you naked or going to the toilet,
or something like that. Do you want him to think it
doesn't matter, or that it does matter?"
Laura, no doubt thinking of her own panty-less
situation, went rather red, looked down hard at her
hamburger, shrugged her shoulders and muttered, "That
it doesn't matter, I suppose."
"Yes," I agreed. "When I'm in charge, I won't let
anybody be rude about things that don't matter." I
sounded like a teacher, I suppose, but I really
believe that, even though when I say it I also hope
secretly to soften them up so they won't mind showing
me those things they usually keep private. By acting
casual and clamping down on anything that might cause
embarrassment, I make them feel safe with me - and
they truly are safe with me. As I said before, I will
never do anything to a girl that she doesn't want me
to do. I just try to work patiently to make her
*want* me to do it!
Some of the rolls were rather crumbly, and as Laura
pushed the last piece into her mouth it fell apart.
Since her lips were wet with lemonade, she had crumbs
sticking all over her mouth. There were no napkins,
of course, and she forgot herself for one glorious
moment. Without thinking she lifted the hem of her
dress to wipe her mouth, and I had a ringside view
right from her bottom almost to her belly button.
The soft pink lips of her vagina, spread apart to
reveal deeper pink folds of flesh inside as she had
her legs crossed, filled my gaze. I could make out no
hair there yet, but had only a second to enjoy my good
fortune before she suddenly remembered and pushed her
skirt back down hard. She shot me a sharp glance to
see if I had noticed anything, but I had already
shifted my eyes elsewhere.
My heart was singing and my loins felt deliciously
warm. The sight of naked girls does not particularly
excite me in itself, although I find it a quiet
pleasure and appreciate their naked beauty and their
trust. But getting a glimpse of the forbidden
unexpectedly really turns me on. I felt very tender
now towards Laura, having seen her humanity, her
vulnerability, and got away with it.
One amusing thing that happened during our lunch was
that Nikki thought she saw a spider on a branch of the
tree to my left, and threw a plastic cup at it. She
missed by quite a long way, and there was a lot of
giggling. As we got up after lunch, with Laura
pressing down on her skirt very firmly as she rose, I
walked round the tree to fetch it. Nearby something
on the ground caught my eye. It looked like a piece
of pink cloth. I picked it up, to discover it was a
pair of pale pink panties, with neat lacing round the
legs.
"Oh, those are Laura's!" burst out Shelley. "She
couldn't find them when we were getting dressed after
swimming this morning. Laura! We've found your
panties!"
Laura came round the tree, looking a little red in the
face, and almost snatched them from me, muttering
"Thanks" as she did so. I could tell she did not mean
to be rude, but was feeling embarrassed. Naturists
don't worry about that sort of thing, but Laura didn't
have the good fortune of that type of background. As
she slipped them over her bare feet and pulled them up
under her skirt, I smiled at her and said, "It's all
right, it doesn't matter."
Once she had her panties on again she seemed to
recover her natural cheek. She was still a little red
in the face, but she tried to smile back and said, "I
put them in the tree when I went swimming and the wind
must have blown them down. Then she added saucily, "I
hope you didn't see my pussy at all!"
The way she said it made it clear that she was sure
that I hadn't, although perhaps she was just trying to
make certain. But I didn't put her straight on that.
I just smiled again, shrugged my shoulders and said,
"Laura, if I had, I promise you I would never think or
say anything bad to you. To me, this sort of thing
doesn't matter. We're naturists in our family and we
don't mind."
Then I walked over to collect the lunch tray, leaving
her to think about it. I heard her muttering behind
me, "Yes, it doesn't matter."
IT DOESN'T MATTER (CHAPTER 5)
"Let's play dressing up again," I heard Rebecca call
to the others as I carried the lunch tray into the
house. I also went to the toilet, quite a relief as
the excitement of Laura's panty episode had tightened
up my bladder quite a bit. It was a sweet relief to
feel the liquid bursting out of me. Then I went out
to find the girls delving into the costumes.
This time they hardly took any notice of me as they
undressed. They were getting used to me, and my
casual remarks that `it doesn't matter' had made them
feel safe with me. Laura, standing there wearing only
her recently recovered pink panties, looked at me,
smiled rather precociously and tossed her head back,
though she did have one arm placed a little
protectively across her chest, her hand resting on her
other shoulder.
Then she bent down to pick up one of the costumes, and
I caught a glimpse of a pretty little pointed breast,
sticking up perhaps only one or two centimetres from
her chest. As if she read my thoughts, she turned her
head suddenly to glance at me, but I was quick enough
to shift my eyes elsewhere.
"Roy, come and dress up with us," Tina encouraged me
quietly, slipping off a vest with a couple of small
holes in it. Her parents didn't look after her
terribly well, I thought.
I hadn't had much to do with Shelley's costume box,
but I did know that it contained mainly girls'
clothes. So I answered, "There aren't any boys'
costumes there, and you won't get me wearing one of
those dresses!"
"Shelley, aren't there any boys' costumes for Roy?"
asked Angela, as if to attract my attention to her as
she stood there wearing only her soft white panties.
She seemed to have forgotten about the accident to her
wrist.
Shelley was busy with Lynn, who had just slipped out
of her mini-skirt, and I could see Shelley was eager
to wear it herself. She turned round and said, "There
are a few. I think there's a pirate costume and a
kilt."
"Is this the kilt?" asked Rebecca, holding up a piece
of tartan clothing. Most of the costumes were kept in
clear plastic bags so they would be kept clean but
could still be identified.
Shelley nodded and grunted as she slipped on Lynn's
mini-skirt. She didn't look too satisfied, though, as
it was in fact about the length of her own dress. She
was hoping for something really short. Lynn, for her
part, had found a dress that Shelley used to wear
about three years earlier, and was squeezing into it.
A pale green colour, it suited her well, except that
it was even shorter than her own dress and her panties
hung out of the bottom of it at the back.
"That kilt looks like a dress - are you going to wear
it?" Laura asked me, deliberately moving her hand just
slightly so as to expose to me one of her little
breasts.
"I don't mind wearing kilts," I grinned. I stripped
off down to my underpants - brief and plain white, as
I prefer - and then put on the white shirt and fixed
the kilt, complete with sporran, around by waist.
Laura, putting on a long, elegant pink dress, watched
me dressing, while a couple of other girls were less
obvious about it.
"Now let's see you dance a Highland fling," suggested
Nikki, just jokingly I think, when I had finished.
"You had better make some Scottish music for me,
then," I grinned.
Laura immediately cupped her hands round her mouth and
started trying to make noises like bagpipes, and the
others joined in. It was about the worst display of
bagpipes I had ever heard, but I knew what I had to
do, and danced around like a true Scotsman, swirling
my kilt around and even adding a somersault in the
middle. They quickly grew tired of trying so badly to
imitate the peculiar bagpipe noises, though. When
they stopped, so did I, and I flung myself backwards
on to the ground, then sat up with my arms round my
knees and smiling at them while they clapped. I knew
they could see my underpants under my kilt, but I was
still showing them that `it doesn't matter'.
Angela came to me for inspection, wearing a beautiful
bright yellow dress that flowed around her knees. The
colour didn't really suit her, but I smiled at her and
told her she looked beautiful, which set her blushing
so attractively again.
Then Tina came up. She had put on a little ballet
tutu over her panties, but the sides came up very
high, exposing the panties right to the top so it
looked rather silly. She seemed to think so, as she
asked me, "Do you think it would be better to take my
panties off?"
"I think it would look better that way," I answered,
whereupon she pulled down the shoulder straps and
started removing the tutu.
Laura, now wearing a nurse's uniform and unable to
mind her own business, came over and said to her,
"Tina, let me show you how to take your panties off
under your tutu." Her idea, it seemed, was to pull
one leg of the panties right down until she could take
her foot out of it, and then easily pull the panties
through the crotch of the tutu and down the other leg.
She seemed most concerned that I should not see a
girl naked, although obviously she knew I had done so
with Shelley at least many times.
But Tina wasn't having any of it. "No, I might tear
them," she protested, turning away from Laura and
towards me, and pulling the tutu down to her ankles
before Laura could reach her. Her panties came down
at the back as she did so, exposing her little white
bottom. Laura sniffed and turned away, unwilling to
associate herself with this distasteful event.
I did my best to look unconcerned and uninterested as
Tina removed her panties and stood naked before me,
her little white body standing out in contrast to her
thin brown arms and legs. Her tiny vagina on its
little mound was hardly visible between her legs. I
forced myself not to smile as I thought to myself, as
I so often do, that little girls are the most
beautiful creatures on earth. Tina took rather too
long in straightening out her tutu, but then put her
legs into it one by one and pulled it on. She looked
at me rather timidly, perhaps a little afraid I might
have some silly comment to make about her nudity, but
I just smiled and said, "That looks much better. Are
you going to do a dance for us now?"
She shook her head shyly, and then turned to Rebecca
to show her. Inside my heart was singing and my
underpants felt swollen, warm and moist. I had won
myself another conquest, another girl who trusted me
enough to show me everything. Seeing Laura
accidentally reveal herself without her panties was a
forbidden excitement, which is quite different from
Tina's open trust.
The girls were still trying on different costumes and
Lynn's mini-skirt was doing the rounds, but if they
were wanting the excitement of a very short skirt most
of them were disappointed, as they were not tall
enough. They were also admiring her panties, but were
not yet confident enough with me to try those on in my
presence.
Laura was the only girl taller than Lynn, and she
eventually had her turn at the mini-skirt. Much of
Laura's height was in her long legs, though, and the
skirt just covered her underwear when she stood
normally. Then she raised her arms and twirled
around, revealing large expanses of pink panties while
her friends giggled. Raising her arms, she swung her
legs up in a handstand against a tree, and the dress
of course flopped right down, even exposing her little
breasts as she balanced upside-down. It seemed she
was slowly becoming more confident in front of me,
although she didn't want to show it.
Lynn's bra also aroused a lot of admiration. Seeing
their interest, she took it off and gave it to Nikki
to try on. Most of the girls were at this age just
developing little bulges or points, apart from Tina,
who was still completely flat. Laura's little breasts
were perhaps the largest of them, but Nikki was also
developing little points that added to her natural
beauty, if anything. I enjoyed sitting there and
watching her, wearing only those slightly over-sized
pale blue panties, wrapping the bra around those cute
little pointed breasts of hers while the other girls
watched keenly and competed for their turn.
It is a strange thing about Lynn that, although she
does not like wearing panties unless she has to, she
is quite happy to wear a bra even when nobody would
know if she didn't. On this day she had actually been
wearing a loose top to her dress with narrow
shoulders, revealing large areas of white bra whenever
she moved her arms. Not that this would ever bother
her. She has strong breasts for her age, no points or
unusual shapes, but just sticking out with straight
profiles, broken by the nipples, in front of her.
"Haven't you any more costumes to wear, Roy?" asked
Lynn, wearing only those revealing brief panties and
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