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WHEN I WAS YOUNG CHAPTER 2 of 2 (Mf, oral; inc, m/g, pedo)
First of all I must apologise most insincerely for
misleading my readers at the end of chapter eight.
That last paragraph was untrue, so the suspense is
over! Mr Fothergay never did discover what we were up
to in that cottage, and neither did anyone else. We
had a really memorable time that leaves the most
pleasant of memories.
After that story, I had two other major influences on
my life, and there is so much to say about my bad
companions Ernst and Saskia, the two others concerned,
that I will write about them in separate stories,
which I will call `Mr Sausage Man' and `The
Temptress'.
There are some less prominent people and events that
still stick in my mind, though. About eighteen months
after I first met the Fothergays, I made some other
new friends. My Aunt Sue had befriended a couple from
our naturist club, Geoff and Adie, whom I did not know
too well as their children were older teenagers who
wanted nothing to do with naturism. They had friends
coming to work in our country with the British
Embassy. The couples had first met in Geoff's
university days when they had all been naturists
together.
This new family had had the misfortune to be employed
in Saudi Arabia for the previous few years, where I
understand that naturism is illegal. In a country
where thieves, I gather, can be punished by having
their hands cut off, I shudder to think of a similar
punishment for naturists. Who can say what parts
would be cut off?
That meant that, although the parents still enjoyed
being naturists and immediately joined our naturist
club with Aunt Sue, their children had not been able
to grow up as naturists and did not want to go. Their
two older children, that is - they had three. Stuart
was about a year older than I and Kirsty a few months
younger. Their youngest, Justin, was six, a year
older than my cousin Shelley, and he was still too
young to worry whether he was naked or not. But the
parents had to find someone else to look after Stuart
and Kirsty when they joined us at the naturist club.
I did not meet Stuart and Kirsty then, until one
Sunday when Aunt Sue invited Geoff, Adie and the
family around to her house while her husband was
playing golf. She invited me as well to entertain the
children as Shelley was still very young. Stuart was
a little taller than I, slim and fair-haired. Kirsty
was a little smaller, with shortish fair hair that
curled slightly round her face and a very mischievous
smile at times. She seemed to take a bit of a liking
to me from the start. Their brother Justin was slim
and actually very good-looking, with curly fair hair,
the colour running in the family.
As Kirsty was the only girl, she was allowed to bring
a friend with her. This was a pretty little girl
called Becky, who had long light brown hair tied in a
ponytail down her back. When I first saw Becky I
didn't take to her as she seemed to be sullen and
unfriendly, but I later discovered that she was really
rather shy and a worrier, which accounted for her
frown in strange situations.
Their arrival that afternoon actually took me by
surprise. I had gone to Aunt Sue's for lunch and was
playing an exciting game in my bedroom with my cousin
Shelley, then aged five. We had taken our clothes
off, which Shelley always loved, and had forgotten the
time. Suddenly I became aware of voices downstairs
and Aunt Sue's voice calling me.
"Coming!" I called, scrambling around for my clothes.
Shelley slipped her dress and panties on quickly,
while I grabbed my shorts and shirt, but couldn't find
my underpants. So I just slipped on my shorts without
them and ran downstairs with Shelley.
The four visiting children were waiting for us, Stuart
and Kirsty looking rather uncomfortable, Becky
frowning nervously and Justin grinning happily because
he came to the club and therefore was the only one of
the four children who knew us. They were smartly
dressed, with Kirsty in a short blue and white dress
and Becky looking very pretty in a white blouse and a
red skirt with checked patterns in black. Kirsty
stared at me for a second or two and then gave a shy
smile.
We were sent out into the swimming pool area to play.
The reason for this was that the grown-ups wanted to
relax on our veranda in the nude where our visitors
wouldn't see them, especially Becky. Our swimming
pool is hedged around completely so both groups would
be quite private. Unfortunately we were not allowed
to swim unsupervised, which we thought was unfair. If
they thought we needed supervising then we felt they
might have taken it in turns to do so.
As it was, we were sent there to play but not to swim.
My parents did promise us that later on in the
afternoon we would all swim together - but in swimming
costumes, of course.
So rather reluctantly I led the others to our swimming
pool enclosure after Aunt Sue had repeated her
programme for us to us all. We took my bicycle and
some toys with us, but we were all rather annoyed by
what we felt was adult selfishness and prepared to be
bored.
Shelley privately blamed Stuart and Kirsty for our
banishment to the pool area, for their rejection of
nakedness. She had been told very firmly not to bring
up the subject with them at all, and she obeyed, but
she very pointedly ignored them and paid attention
instead to Justin, whom of course she knew from the
naturist club.
Nobody was really in the mood for games, so we just
became very quickly bored and irritable with each
other. Then Shelley decided she would ease her
boredom by doing handstands, as she often did. "Catch
me, Roy," she asked me, as again I often did. She
raised arms, lifted a knee and swung her legs up for
me to catch.
Of course, as she did this, her skirt obeyed the law
of gravity and flopped down, revealing those glorious
white panties that I have always admired so much.
Kirsty looked at her rather crossly as she swung
herself upright again. "For goodness' sake, Shelley,
tuck your skirt in when you do that," she instructed
her.
"Why?" asked Shelley innocently. Shelley has always
been completely unselfconscious about her panties or
her nudity.
"Because you show everybody your panties, you silly,"
replied Kirsty, sounding as if she had never heard
such naivety. "Girls don't do that when there are
boys around."
Shelley stared back at her as if she had never heard
such fussiness. "I don't mind, and *you're* silly,"
she replied eventually.
"Girls don't do that," Kirsty instructed her. "So you
must tuck your skirt in, like this." So saying, she
tucked her skirt into the elastic of her panties and
did a handstand just as Shelley had done. With nobody
to catch her, she didn't even get herself vertical,
but at least her skirt stayed in place.
Shelley shrugged her shoulders and did another
handstand for me to catch her, without tucking her
dress in at all. Then Justin came up, grinned at me
and said, "Me too." Soon I was holding their legs up
in turn, getting a view of Justin's underpants, white
with pictures of trains on.
I don't think Kirsty thought she knew me well enough
to ask me to catch her legs, so she asked her brother
Stuart to catch her as she decided handstands were a
good idea. We spent quite a few minutes doing this
before the handstanders became rather too dizzy to
continue. Everybody took part except Becky, who stood
silently next to Kirsty.
Then Stuart said to me, "Roy, you have a try and I'll
catch you." I could actually do handstands quite well
without any help, but in an effort to be friendly I
duly swung my legs up for Stuart to catch my ankles.
The second time I did it, I heard Stuart chuckle from
above me. Then he said, "Hey, Roy, I can see your
balls. You're not wearing any underpants today!"
"I couldn't find them," I tried to explain from my
upside-down position.
"Hey, Kirsty, come and look," Stuart called. "Roy
hasn't got any underpants on."
>From my position I could see Kirsty's legs walk over
until her feet were only centimetres from my nose. I
heard her squeal and give a little giggle. "Ooh,
Roy," she giggled again. "Becky, come and look. You
can see Roy's wee."
I couldn't see Becky properly but could sense her
refusal. Justin, however, squeaked out, "Let me see!
I want to see." I could see his legs trotting over
and then felt his fingers pulling at the leg of my
shorts, no doubt so he could get a better view,
although he had seen me naked before at the club often
enough. "It's upside down," he observed profoundly.
"Shelley, come and look."
"Don't be silly, Justin," Shelley reproved him. "I
know what Roy looks like. You're being rude."
Kirsty giggled again, and I could sense her staring
down my trouser leg. At this stage of my life, under
the influence of my friends Saskia and Ernst (told in
forthcoming stories), I had become pretty
dirty-minded, I'm afraid, and I was quite happy to let
them enjoy themselves a bit.
Eventually I became rather dizzy and swung my legs
down again, my face no doubt red from the rush of
blood. I sat on the ground to clear my head while
three of the visitors grinned at me. Becky was
standing to one side looking quite embarrassed.
"I saw your wee," beamed Justin, quite unnecessarily.
"I don't mind," I told him. "You've see it before at
the club, anyway."
"It looks funnier up your shorts, upside down," Justin
informed me.
"Justin doesn't mind either," Stuart said. "Come on,
Juss, show your willy."
Obediently and with a naughty giggle, Justin lowered
his shorts, pulled down the top of his patterned
underpants and wiggled his little penis at us all. It
was a neat, skinny little thing, convex in shape with
its little bulge in the middle and the tiny foreskin
tapering off the end. His brother and sister giggled.
Becky went red and Shelley stared in mild disbelief
at such weird attention to an everyday object.
"Show us yours again, Roy," Kirsty urged me, turning
to me with a naughty smile.
"Are you going to show me yours?" I asked her in
reply. I have never objected to anybody seeing my
penis under normal circumstances, and at that stage in
my life was quite happy to exhibit it in abnormal
circumstances, but only if I got something in return.
"No!" exclaimed Kirsty indignantly, but with a naughty
giggle, and that was the end of that.
There was a sudden squeal and shriek from Justin
nearby. Decently dressed again, he had been doing a
handstand with Stuart catching his legs and Stuart,
showing off his strength, had seized his legs and
lifted him a few centimetres off the ground.
"Do that to me!" squealed Shelley, deserting me and
running over to Stuart. He put Justin down and caught
Shelley's legs as she swung them up, her skirt
flopping down to her chest as usual. Then he heaved,
with a bit of exertion, and managed to lift her off
the ground as well.
Suddenly Becky gave a big beaming smile and jumped
over to Stuart. It was the first time I had seen her
smile. Her whole face lit up, her blue eyes sparkled
and she looked very pretty. "I bet you can't do that
to me," she smiled at him.
"I'll try," he replied, and Becky quickly began
tucking her skirt in.
"He won't be able to," Kirsty whispered to me. "He's
tried to do that to me and he can't." Sure enough,
Stuart couldn't quite lift Becky as she stood on her
hands, with a sliver of white visible at the tucks of
her skirt.
By now Justin and Shelley were clamouring for another
turn. Kirsty turned to me, looking at me shyly out of
the corner of her eyes and asked, "Will you hold my
legs?"
I agreed, so she swung her legs up and I caught them
just under my chin. I held one against each shoulder,
and as I looked down I could see the white gusset of
her panties in between the tucks at the front of her
skirt and the tucks at the back. I could see her
swivelling her head around trying to see up the leg of
my shorts, but with her head facing outwards it was an
impossibility.
When I released her, she smiled naughtily and
suggested, "Now see if I can catch you this time."
"You just want to see my penis, don't you?" I
challenged her.
She looked shocked at my bluntness but didn't deny it.
"I've seen Stuart's wee," she told me. "It's bigger
than yours. We still have to have our bath together.
I don't like it because he's rude these days. He
makes it stiff and then wees up the wall. He tries to
make me kiss it. He calls it his knob. And he says
rude things about me."
My imagination ran riot but I decided it would be
counter-productive to press for details. I just said,
"If you have your bath with him, why don't you want to
be a naturist?"
"I just don't want other people to see me," she
confessed. "They might say rude things too." Her
face was slightly red from embarrassment and she
didn't meet my eye.
"Oh, naturists aren't rude," I assured her. "I'm a
naturist and I don't say rude things." Unfortunately
this was at that time of my life no longer strictly
true, but I resolved not to say anything rude in
Kirsty's presence as that would ruin my chances with
her.
Kirsty looked wistful but didn't comment. "I wish we
could swim now," she said after a brief pause, looking
at the pool.
"Aunt Sue says we can't because you and Stuart don't
want to swim naked," I replied, suddenly realising as
I said it that I had disobeyed her instructions not to
bring up the subject.
"And Becky," Kirsty added. "She won't swim naked."
At that moment there were loud squeals and giggles
erupting from Justin. Looking round, we saw that he
was upside down in the handstand position while Stuart
had his legs trapped and was tickling him under the
crotch. Howling with laughter, Justin kicked and
squirmed until Stuart put him down in a heap on the
ground.
"You tickled my wee," giggled Justin unnecessarily,
sitting on the ground with his legs apart and
clutching the named area.
Stuart looked around for his next customer, but
Shelley and Becky had both backed off, the latter
looking shocked. Shelley wouldn't have minded my
tickling her there but apparently felt differently
about a stranger taking liberties with her.
"I'm letting Roy catch my legs," Kirsty told them.
"He doesn't do things like that." She swung her arms
down and her legs up, forgetting that her skirt was
now half untucked, and it flopped down her front,
revealing her plain white panties and her front well
past the navel. She immediately kicked to come down
again and I let her. Quickly she smoothed down her
skirt, looking ruffled.
"We saw your panties," Justin informed her, a fact of
which Kirsty was all too well aware.
"Don't be rude, Justin," I said quickly, keen to prove
myself to Kirsty. "That doesn't matter."
Kirsty smiled up at me out of the corner of her eyes,
still a little too shy at times to face me, as she
tucked her skirt in. "Again," she said, swinging her
legs up, and this time all I could see was the gusset
of her panties as I had done before.
"Now me," burst out Shelley, coming back to me and
holding her arms out. I caught her legs and heaved
hard, and was pleased that I was just strong enough to
lift her off the ground, even if it was only for a
second or two.
I looked over to Becky, who was standing on the fringe
of my group, smiling nervously, perhaps at me. "You
want a turn, Becky?" I encouraged her with a smile.
She hesitated, then nodded her head and came forward,
still smiling and head on one side, with her arms out.
"You tucking your skirt in?" I asked, noticing it had
partly come untucked. I was already learning to take
the longer view of things, putting aside instant
pleasure, although sorely tempted, in the hope of
long-term gain.
Becky tucked in and then swung her legs up, but not
very hard, and I had to reach forward quickly to grab
them and pull them upright. Again the gusset of her
panties was visible in the middle, white with little
blue patterns on them.
At the same time there were more shrieks from nearby
as Stuart was again tickling Justin, his only customer
now, between the legs. "Stuart, you shouldn't tickle
him there," Kirsty reproved him.
"Why not? He likes it," grinned Stuart. "Don't you,
Juss?"
"It's rude," Kirsty told him coldly. "Isn't it, Roy?"
"Yes," I agreed dutifully, but knew it wouldn't stop
Stuart at all - quite the reverse, in fact. "But if
Justin likes it, I don't suppose it matters."
Becky was quite lively now, jumping around and turning
cartwheels between her handstands, giving quick
flashes of white under her tucked skirt as she did so.
Shelley tried to copy her, but did not have the
co-ordination at that age, falling flat on the soft
grass several times.
Soon we were feeling pretty hot. There was not too
much shade in the swimming pool area in those days,
and even in the shade the foliage was quite thin.
"Hey, look at Shelley!" suddenly burst out Justin,
pointing. "I told you she did a wee like that."
Shelley was standing with her back to us, facing a
bush. Her panties were on the ground next to her, her
skirt was up around her waist, and we could see her
bare bottom and a stream of urine splashing down into
the bush. It was a sight I was very used to, and
clearly Justin had seen Shelley urinate like that
often enough at the naturist club.
"Oh, gross, Shelley," complained Kirsty in disgust.
"Not in front of the boys!"
"How can she do it standing up?" asked Becky, her brow
furrowed in puzzlement.
"Shelley always does it like that," I explained. "She
hates sitting down for a wee."
Shelley glanced over her shoulder as she finished,
quite bemused as to what all the fuss was about. She
plucked a leaf to dry her vagina, then pulled her
panties up again.
"That's how I wee too," announced Justin proudly.
Pulling down his shorts again, he pulled his thin
little penis out from his white underpants and began
to urinate into Shelley's bush. Stuart gave a rude
laugh, Kirsty objected as usual and Becky turned away
in some confusion.
"I'm too hot," complained Shelley as Justin shook his
penis dry. "I'm taking my dress off." She undid her
buttons and began to wriggle out of it.
"Shelley!" Kirsty objected mildly, but then shrugged
her shoulders. I thought for a moment about stopping
her, but Aunt Sue had only told us not to go naked.
She had not said anything about running round in
panties - not to me, anyway.
"I'm hot too," put in Justin, dragging his shirt off.
"Keep your shorts on, Justin," Kirsty told him, but he
took no notice. With delight he pulled his shorts
down, half-dragging his underpants down with them, and
danced around in his white patterned underpants.
Joining in, I removed my shirt and was just beginning
to remove my shorts when I remembered that this time I
had no underpants on. I pulled them up quickly, but
not quickly enough to stop Justin from calling out
gleefully, "I saw your bum!" This time Kirsty
reproved him. I suspected Stuart was responsible for
teaching him to make rude comments, as naturists do
not usually behave like that, especially when so
young.
Shelley, wearing only her lovely soft white panties,
was now sitting on the side of the pool, trailing her
legs in the water. "We're not allowed to swim yet,
Shelley," I reminded her.
"I'm not going to but I want to cool down," she
replied. She dipped her hands in the water and
splashed it on to her bare thighs, and then sprinkled
it over her chest and back.
"I want to do that," said Justin, sitting down and
doing the same. The rest of us followed suit. Stuart
took his shirt off but Kirsty and Becky did nothing
with their dresses apart from pulling the skirts up a
few centimetres to immerse their shins and sprinkle
their thighs. It felt so good and cool, but by the
poolside we were sitting in the sun.
Shelley stood up and went over to the steps along the
side of the pool that led into the shallow end.
Carefully she went down, step by step, holding her
panties at the crotch in case they got wet and looking
for all the world as if she were desperate for the
toilet. She stopped with the water lapping a
centimetre or two below the material.
"Me too," called out Justin, following her a little
less cautiously and getting a few light splashes on
his underpants. The rest of us joined them, with
Kirsty and Becky hitching up their skirts to keep them
out of the order. Becky took such care that her
panties were just visible beneath the hem of her skirt
as she lifted it clear of the water.
"I don't want to get my shorts wet," announced Stuart,
climbing out and slipping off his shorts to reveal
light brown underpants. He returned and, being
taller, was able to stand on a lower step than the
rest of us without getting them wet.
It felt good but naughty to have the water lapping so
close to our clothes. Kirsty gave a squeal as a
careless wave from Justin splashed against her leg,
wetting the hem of her dress and causing her to lift
it out of the way, showing her panties beneath. She
looked at Becky. "Let's take our dresses off," she
suggested, rather hesitantly.
Becky looked a little startled, but then nodded her
head. I thought it advisable to ignore them as they
moved back up the steps to take off their outer
garments and lay them on the grass. Then they came
back to join us as we walked along the steps and back,
feeling the water lapping against our legs and
occasionally transferring the water to our sweaty
bodies. As we were different heights, we were on
different steps, so there was enough room for us all.
I looked at them covertly. Becky had less to show,
but she was the more shy of the two. She kept a hand
close to the place where her breasts would be if she
had any, but she was still quite flat-chested and the
nipples were as small and pale as any boy's. Kirsty
seemed quite uninhibited as her tiny nipples were just
beginning to rise from the surface of her chest in two
little pink points. She did look at me from the
corner of her eye, but I was able to look away before
we made eye contact.
"Look, Roy, did your aunt say we mustn't get in the
pool, or just that we mustn't swim?" asked Stuart.
"Well, just that we mustn't swim," I said defensively,
wondering if they really did mean we shouldn't get in
the pool either. We had a shallow end less than a
metre deep, so it was easy to get fully into the pool
without swimming. I suspected she probably did mean
we should not get into the pool at all, and felt
mildly disturbed, being half-in already and suspecting
I knew where Stuart was leading.
"So did our parents," Stuart said. "They just said we
mustn't swim yet. So it will be all right if we get
in properly to cool down but don't swim."
Being slightly nervous of the older boy, I didn't
reply. "I think they really meant we shouldn't go in
at all?" Kirsty said uncertainly, with a query in her
voice.
"They didn't say so," Stuart responded boldly. "I'm
going to get in and cool down, but I'll do what they
said and not swim." He prepared to plunge in.
"But Stuart, Mum and Dad still have our swimming
costumes," protested Kirsty.
"I'm swimming - I mean, I'm going in wearing my
underpants," grinned Stuart, again preparing to
plunge.
"Wait! There'll be big trouble if you get your
underpants wet," Kirsty reminded him urgently.
"They'll think you've been swimming properly and
you'll get punished. And so will we."
"They won't know they're wet when they're under my
shorts," argued Stuart, but he sounded uncertain now.
"They'll wet your shorts as well, you know that,"
Kirsty told him. "Remember what happened when we
visited the Pearsons."
I never found out what had happened at the Pearsons,
but it was certainly enough to halt Stuart in his
tracks. Justin had a suggestion, though. "I'm going
in bare, like we do at the club," he announced. He
splashed out of the water and slipped off his
underpants, his thin little penis bobbing into view.
"I want to do that," cried out Shelley, moving up the
steps and taking hold of the waist of her panties
ready to remove them. But she was looking at me for
approval.
"We can't, Shelley," I told her with disappointment.
"Dad said we mustn't go naked."
"Was that because of us - Kirsty and me?" asked
Stuart. "And Becky," put in Kirsty firmly.
"Well, yes," I answered, again on the defensive.
"Because you're not naturists and you don't swim
naked."
"But if we both swim naked" ("and Becky," put in
Kirsty) "then it doesn't matter any more, does it?"
was Stuart's logic.
I didn't know what to say. Stuart turned to Kirsty.
"Come on, let's," he urged her. "It doesn't matter
here. It's just like having our bath, isn't it?"
Kirsty looked nervous and stammered something
incomprehensible for a moment. Then a cunning gleam
came into her eye. "I don't like it when you say rude
things about - bodies," she told him.
"I won't say any rude things," Stuart assured her.
"Not ever and ever again?" Kirsty pressed him. "In
the bath as well."
"Okay, okay, I promise, then," agreed Stuart
reluctantly. "So it's all right, Roy. We'll all do
it."
"And Becky," put in Justin, perhaps mimicking Kirsty.
Stuart looked disconcerted. "Well, Becky, you don't
mind, do you?" he asked awkwardly. Without waiting
for an answer, he turned to Kirsty. "If she won't do
it, the promise doesn't count," he said.
Kirsty turned to Becky. "Please, Becky, say it's all
right, okay?" she pleaded. "Stuart's promised, and
Roy says he won't say anything rude, either. Don't
you, Roy?"
"Yes - I mean, no," I stammered, still feeling guilty
about it. "I never say things like that. See, I'm a
naturist and we go to a club for naked people every
week."
Becky looked most uncomfortable, but she didn't seem
able to resist this subtle pressure. She opened her
mouth, shut it again, and then said, "You can if you
want to."
"But we can't if you don't join in," Stuart said
persuasively. "Roy's parents won't let him because of
all of us, which is you as well. So if you won't join
us, none of us can do it." I fancied I saw him trying
to see through her clothes as he said it. It was the
first time he had considered her opinion at all, and I
suspected an ulterior motive.
"It doesn't matter just this once, Becky," pleaded
Kirsty. "You can trust everybody. And Justin, you
mustn't say anything, or we won't let you swim - I
mean, go in the pool - at all. Wait!" She spoke just
as he was about to splash into the water naked. "Come
on, Becky, join in or else you'll spoil the fun for
everybody. Because you're my friend."
Gravely but reluctantly Becky nodded. I knew I should
have stopped it at that point, with all the
possibilities of trouble, especially perhaps if Becky
told her parents anything. But he who hesitates is
lost, and the thought of seeing these girls naked was
too much for me. Had they been naturists at our club,
I would have been almost indifferent to their nudity,
but they say many a pickpocket is only tempted by
those who try hardest to ensure their money is safe.
I only felt excited by those who were reluctant to
show their nakedness - and I still do.
(To be continued)
WHEN I WAS YOUNG (CHAPTER 10)
Becky turned and whispered into Kirsty's ear. Kirsty
turned to us and said, "Becky says she doesn't want to
change in front of the boys."
I wasn't sure what to do, but Stuart quickly came up
with an answer. "Well, look, you girls can change in
the shed," he said, indicating the shed where the pump
and other things concerning the pool were kept. "And
we'll change behind those bushes there. Okay? Then
when we're all undressed, I'll say go and we all run
out and jump in the pool together."
"That sounds all right, doesn't it, Becky?" Kirsty
agreed, turning to her friend and willing a positive
response. Looking rather pale, Becky nodded almost
imperceptibly.
I felt annoyed at having to hide to change in this
garden where I was so used to nakedness, but decided I
would have to make sacrifices to get what I wanted,
especially with the risk involved. Shelley too was
impatient to remove her panties and get in the pool,
but was persuaded by Kirsty to wait, as she shepherded
her and Becky into the shed.
"We mustn't get our hair wet or they'll know we've
been in - I mean, they'll think we've been swimming,"
Kirsty remembered to tell us as we parted. "And
remember, Stuart, you promised never again to say
anything rude." We all really knew that what we were
doing would be counted as disobedience, but childish
rationalisation took control.
I followed Stuart behind the bushes, as he insisted on
an unwilling Justin joining us as well. "But I'm bare
already," he grumbled.
Behind the bushes I joined Stuart and immediately
whipped off my shorts. Stuart stood there grinning in
his underpants. "Hey, listen," he said. "We'll trick
the girls, okay? We'll keep our underpants on and
I'll yell, `Go!' Well, you can keep your shorts on,
Roy. Then we run out in our underpants and they're
all naked. They'll scream and they'll be so cross
when we trick them. Come on, Roy, Juss, put them on
and get ready."
"We can't do that! They'll never trust us then," I
protested. "We've got to be honest with them, or they
probably won't swim at all. They may tell tales about
us."
"They wouldn't dare. Come on, it's just a joke,"
Stuart insisted. "We'll take them off afterwards."
I could see the problems too easily and we had quite
an argument. In the end we heard Kirsty's voice
calling, "Aren't you boys ready yet?"
"We'd better go before they change their minds," I
said, still naked, as was Justin, waiting until he
heard the outcome of the argument.
"All right, then," scowled Stuart, whipping off his
underpants to reveal quite a long, thin penis, a
sickly white colour, obviously untanned in the sun,
and with a small tuft of golden-brown pubic hair at
the top. Trustingly I moved with Justin to the end of
the line of bushes, keen to show good faith by being
first out. "Go!" I heard Stuart yell, and I went
charging out, followed by Justin.
Shelley burst out from the shed, naked, squealing in
delight and racing us to the pool. Behind them I
could see the white, hesitant bodies of Kirsty and
Becky in the doorway, hands lowered to shield their
nether regions. They were emerging, Kirsty giggling
non-stop, but slowly.
Then suddenly Kirsty gave a scream of rage, pointed
behind me, shouted, "Stuart!" and dived straight back
into the shed, followed by Becky. I saw two white
bottoms disappearing inside, all the whiter because of
the contrast with their suntanned backs and legs. It
might have been funny in different circumstances.
Shelley and I, both disconcerted, skidded to a halt at
the edge of the pool, but Justin leapt right in and
started splashing, half-swimming, around. Stuart came
thundering behind me and past me, heading towards the
shed. He was wearing his underpants. "Stuart, you're
cheating!" accused Shelley loudly, less dumbstruck
than I.
Stuart fortunately didn't have the courage to go
charging right into the shed, but came to a stop
outside, laughing loudly. Angry female voices came
from inside the shed. Even Becky was cross. "Stuart,
you cheated!" I heard her cry in a shocked voice.
Stuart soon stopped laughing as he had to realise that
his trick had fallen flat. I was pretty sure he
hadn't seen the girls clearly, as I hadn't, and I had
been looking as keenly as he. Moments later Kirsty
and Becky emerged from the shed, wearing their panties
again.
"I should have known I couldn't trust you," Kirsty
scolded him, very angry. "We're not swimming with
people we can't trust."
"Ah, come on, it was just a joke. Can't you take a
joke?" Stuart responded. "Let's do it again and I
promise I'll take them off next time."
"No, we can't trust you," said Kirsty coldly, walking
past him with Becky. They headed for the rest of
their clothes, picked them up and carried them towards
the shed, presumably if inexplicably to put them on
again in private.
"Stupid Stuart," snorted Shelley, splashing down the
steps into the pool. "Come on, Roy, let's play."
I didn't know what else to do, feeling bitterly
disappointed. I slowly followed Shelley into the
pool, hearing behind me the placating tones of Stuart
and the uncompromising replies of the girls. It was
obvious they considered the matter closed.
The girls disappeared inside the shed. "I'll take
them off now!" Stuart called after them, dragging them
off. "All right, they're gone! You can come and see
me!" There was no response.
Stuart shook his penis towards the shed. "Come and
see it!" he called. "Come and see my big - long -
beautiful - hairy - knob! My prick! My piss! My
chop! The biggest, greatest knob in the West! Tow
metres long and crackling with electricity! Ready to
poke you at your pleasure - two at a time! Special
rates for twin seating!" Buckling his knees and
laughing rudely, he waved it obscenely up and down.
"Shut up and go away," came Kirsty's annoyed voice
from inside the shed. "You promised never to be rude
again."
"That was only if you swam - came in the pool with
us," Stuart retorted.
"We're not going to now, because you tried to trick
us," Kirsty snapped back.
"Well, you just piss off, then!" Stuart shouted
angrily. "Bloody little mongrels!" Still muttering
about them and cursing, much to the interest of
Justin, he stalked over and joined us in the pool.
A couple of minutes later the two girls emerged from
the shed, now fully dressed again. Stuart took one
glance and ignored them, still angry, although they
had more right to be angry than he. The girls sat
cross-legged under a tree, with Kirsty's white panties
visible under the fold of her skirt, and watched us.
It was difficult to stop Justin from swimming, or
trying to, but we were having a great time in the cool
water. I could only hope the girls were envious
enough to change their minds, but I had enough sense
to keep my mouth shut when I didn't know what to say.
After a few minutes Kirsty called out, "Stuart!" He
didn't respond, so she called again.
"Shut up!" he snapped at them, turning his back on
them.
Kirsty tried me next. "Roy," she called. "Please
come."
I climbed out of the pool and walked over to them, my
penis dripping water. Becky, blushing at the sight,
looked down and started fiddling with the hem of her
dress. Kirsty I could see was staring at my penis
with interest.
"Roy," she smiled, eventually tearing her eyes from my
appendage. "We want to swim, but Stuart cheated on
us."
"Well, he just meant it as a joke, but it was silly,"
I replied. "He's naked now, so you can swim - I mean,
play in the pool."
"He just wants to see our pussies," Kirsty continued.
"No, because - because if he was, he'd be trying to
make you swim now," I tried to explain. "He's given
up. He doesn't care."
"We can't trust him," said Kirsty. "Can we, Becky?"
Face down still, Becky shook her head.
"If you come, he'll have to keep his promise about
never being rude again," I reminded her.
There was a short pause, during which Kirsty's eyes
were drawn again to my penis. Then she said, "I don't
like Stuart's piss. It looks ugly. It's too big. He
slides back the skin at the end and - urggh!" She
pulled a face. I presume the implication was that
mine was much better looking.
I didn't know what else to say, so I just said, "Well,
I'm going back in the pool. You can come if you
want." And I departed.
I kept an eye on the girls, though, and after a minute
or two saw them whispering together. There was quite
a long discussion, and then they rose to their feet,
unintentionally giving flashes of their panties, as I
was always beginning to notice at that stage in my
development, and disappeared into the changing rooms.
Stuart just saw them go inside, and asked, "What are
they up to?"
"I think they may be going to swim - I mean, play here
as well," I replied cautiously. "Please, just don't
say anything if they do, or they may not. Don't -
trick them or be rude to them at all. Just ignore it
when they're naked, like I do."
"No, everything I say is wrong with them," sneered
Stuart and we carried on playing.
The girls seemed to take an inordinately long time to
pluck up enough courage to emerge from the shed. I
saw Kirsty's head and bare shoulders look around the
door a couple of times, but I pretended I had not
noticed. Stuart probably noticed as well, but also
had the sense to ignore them this time.
It was a bit like a pantomime. I saw Kirsty, naked,
take a few steps out of the shed while looking with a
silly grin in our direction all the time, the top half
of Becky appeared in the doorway behind her, and then
Kirsty scuttled back inside, giggling with
embarrassment.
But finally they decided they could do it, if not very
well. Kirsty came walking stiffly out of the shed,
grinning towards us and giggling non-stop, and then
looking back over her shoulder for Becky. Becky
slipped out of the door and walked behind Kirsty as
Kirsty approached the pool, still with an embarrassed
grin on her face.
I presume Kirsty was mainly worried about me, as
Stuart and no doubt Justin had seen her naked before,
while Becky had three boys to think about. Kirsty at
least tried to hold her arms naturally by her side as
she came, but Becky had one hand held defensively over
her groin. I pretended not to look as I splashed with
Shelley, who naturally took no notice of them at all,
while Stuart was playing with Justin and no doubt
looking out of the corner of his eye, as I was.
Kirsty smiled shyly at me as she reached the steps and
began to lower herself into the pool. She kept her
hands by her side and I risked a quick glance at her
long, narrow vagina, still smooth and quite hairless.
Becky, behind her, was looking at her feet and still
had one hand protectively covering her groin, while
the other gripped her ponytail, slung over her
shoulder, tightly. Her face was rather white and she
was clearly finding this an ordeal.
I was surprised to find that Justin was in fact
ignoring them, as I had been afraid he might make one
of his tactless comments, especially about Becky. But
perhaps his mind worked a bit like mine, and he was
only interested when there was something unusual to
see, rather than by uninhibited nudity.
It was clear that Becky intended to get down into the
pool without revealing anything, much to my
disappointment. Fortunately Justin was ignoring her.
She was halfway down the steps when I suddenly heard
Stuart say, "Look out, Becky, there's a bee on your
hair."
Becky gave a squeal of fright and shook her head
violently, instinctively putting up both hands into
the air. "Where? Where is it?" she cried. "Is it
gone?"
Kirsty turned round to look and I stared, unable to
see the bee. But I did see Becky's cute little vagina
tucked away between her legs, just peeping out from
underneath, white and untouched by the sun.
"Stuart, where is it? I can't see it," burst out
Kirsty, eager to help, as Becky flapped and squealed
in fright.
"It's okay, it's gone now," said Stuart, pointing over
Becky's shoulder. "I saw it fly away."
None of the rest of us had seen it, and I looked at
Stuart. Then I thought I could see a little smirk on
his lips, and I suddenly realised what he had done.
There had been no bee, but by distracting Becky he had
tricked her out of her cover. That was a lesson I
learned, and was able to put into practice quite a few
times with shy girls during the next few years on
different pretexts, I regret to say.
Becky, still rather shaken and quite unaware that
Stuart had tricked her, splashed into the pool, the
water coming up to her stomach. I felt rather sorry
for her, but didn't regret Stuart's trick. "It's all
right now, Becky," I smiled at her. "Bees don't come
in our pool, so you're safe now."
"I hate bees," she said, still looking very anxious,
and with her little flat white chest above the water.
"Come on, Becky, let's play," Kirsty encouraged her.
They started splashing each other gently and then
chasing each other through the water.
Soon I had an idea, a very impulsive one that I soon
regretted. I suddenly thought I might be able to
revive the handstands, this time in the water. "Watch
this, everybody," I called out, and immediately
plunged my body into the water upside down.
I could feel the water on half my body and it helped
me balance my other half, sticking high out of the
water. I stayed there for perhaps five seconds and
then swung myself upright again, only to be met with
horror rather than enthusiasm.
The first thing I heard when I had the water out of my
ears was Kirsty's voice, scolding me. "Roy, you're so
stupid!" she protested, her face full of shock. "Now
you've wet your hair, and our parents will know we've
been swimming!"
"We haven't been swimming, we've been playing in the
pool," Shelley corrected her, but was ignored. I had
completely forgotten to keep my hair dry, and now it
was too late.
"Oh, no, I forgot," I apologised to them all. "I
didn't think of that."
"I saw your dingly-dangly all upside down again," put
in Justin with a huge grin, quite unconcerned about my
hair.
"Now we're all going to get into trouble because of
you," scolded Kirsty, really giving me a hard time.
"Ah, don't worry about it," Stuart broke in. "We can
just say you - you dropped your earring in the pool
and Roy went in to fetch it."
"That's a good idea!" burst out Justin. "Me too!" So
saying, he plunged head-first in the water and tried
unsuccessfully to stand on his hands, his balance
being wrong and his breath too short.
This brought even more wrath from Kirsty. "Justin,
how can you be so stupid?" she stormed when he came up
again, spluttering water and probably unable to hear
her. "We can say that about Roy, but we can't make
the same excuse for you! Now we're really in
trouble."
Looking at Becky, I thought she was on the verge of
tears with anxiety. "I'm getting out," she said,
splashing her way to the steps. A stream of drops ran
off her little white bottom as she reached the top and
headed for her clothes.
We stood around looking worried and guilty. Stuart
wasn't too bothered, though. "We'll think of
something," he said. "We'll just say Justin decided
to go in after Roy and we couldn't stop him."
"If he gets into trouble, then he'll tell about the
rest of us," protested Kirsty.
"Well, we'll say something else - say we were playing
a game with him and put his head in the pool for fun
or something," replied Stuart, prepared to lie quite
shamelessly. "Can you think of anything better?"
We were still discussing things when suddenly we were
startled by a voice, "Hey, what's going on here,
then?" We looked around in shock to find the other
children's dad standing by the gate with a towel round
his waist, looking at the naked bodies of his older
two with bemusement.
"I thought you weren't allowed to swim or strip off!"
he exclaimed, but we could tell, to our relief, that
he wasn't angry, but rather surprised.
"Oh, we weren't swimming, we were just - just playing
in the shallow end because we were hot," broke in
Kirsty, splashing up the steps and dripping her way
hurriedly over to her father, hands together as if in
prayer. "We thought you wouldn't be cross about
that."
"And going naked was my idea," Stuart confessed,
trying to make up for his past sins. "You didn't tell
Kirsty and me we couldn't, and the only reason Roy and
Shelley weren't allowed was because of us. So we
thought it would be all right."
"You told us not to come and bother you unless it was
an emergency, so we - we had to use our sense, like
you always tell us to do," pleaded Kirsty, although I
couldn't make the connection with `using our sense'.
"So please, please, please could we?" She looked up
at him with her irresistible blue eyes. "We were so
very hot here and we didn't think you'd mind."
Thinking about it later, I decided that their father
was more pleased than anything, and relieved that his
older children had finally decided to cross the family
divide and swim naked. "Well, if you're so willing to
swim in your little pink skins when you're here, why
are you so unwilling to come to the club with us?" he
asked, his face breaking into a smile.
"Well, here it's with friends, but over there it's
with strangers," Stuart tried to explain. Then,
perhaps reading his father well, he added, "Maybe we
can try coming next time, though. This is really
fun." He was now standing in front of his father, his
long white penis with its little patch of pubic hair
dangling and dripping on the grass.
A broad loving grin began to spread itself over their
father's face. He looked fondly at his wet, naked
children. Stuart, taking advantage of this, went on
to ask, "And Dad, could we just play by ourselves here
for a bit longer, without the grown-ups? We promise
to stay at the shallow end so we won't need watching."
His dad thought for a moment and then said, "Well,
I'll talk to the others and see, but that's fine by
me. We'd like to come down for a swim ourselves in
half an hour or so, though. Stay in the shallow end,
mind."
Stuart and Kirsty gratefully wrapped their arms around
him, wetting him quite a bit, while Justin, not
wanting to be left out, went behind him and hugged his
legs. "And that means you grown-ups won't need to
wear swimming costumes either," Kirsty added.
Just then her dad remembered something. "Well, I
don't know - what about Becky?" he asked. We all
looked over to where Becky was still sitting under a
tree, with her dress covering her wet bare body.
"And Becky," piped up Justin, for effect.
Becky seemed to think for a moment, and then gave a
beaming smile. She stood up, casting aside her dress
and this time unashamedly giving us a view of her
beautiful smooth little body. "It's all right," she
smiled. "I don't mind."
As their dad left, we all plunged into the pool with
whoops of glee, the threat of trouble behind us. "We
can get our hair wet now," I reminded the others.
"Roy, do a handstand, do a handstand!" Justin
encouraged me. "I want to see your wee hanging down
again."
"Justin, don't be so rude," Kirsty scolded him, but I
sensed she had an interest in the project as well.
For my part I was quite prepared to show off my
assets, and I obliged him with another handstand,
coming up to find him clapping his hands with glee.
The others were now beginning to do handstands in the
pool as well, finding it easier when buoyed up by the
water.
"Me too!" squealed Justin. "Roy, hold my legs." But
there was too much water there, and he found it easier
to put his hands on one of the lower steps, where it
was shallow enough for him to have his legs out of the
water. I held them as he stood on his hands there,
although only for a second, getting an overhead view
of his little pink scrotum and his thin little penis
sticking straight out horizontally.
"Did my wee hang down like yours?" he asked as soon as
he came up and was ready to speak, moving up a couple
of steps so he could examine his penis and wave it up
and down.
"A bit," I compromised, to keep him happy.
"You didn't tickle me," he complained.
"Under water?" I asked. "If I did it to you under
water, you'd drown!"
Shelley was immediately clamouring for similar
attention. I held her legs for a couple of seconds on
either side of my head and gazed lovingly at her
little rounded vagina, still podgy and rounded with
infancy, later to flatten under her mound and lengthen
into the beautiful sight I know so well today.
Kirsty wanted a turn, and she was tall enough to do it
on the floor of the pool. She seemed quite
unconcerned about my seeing her nakedness now, and
must have been down there for about ten seconds before
kicking her legs to come up again. She had a long,
slim, tight vagina with the sliver of white clitoris
just showing at the top, and it all looked to be one
long line from the top right underneath to her bottom.
Stuart was also advertising his availability for
holding legs, but only Justin was interested now.
After a few minutes Becky decided to overcome her
shyness and come to me for a handstand. I caught her
legs as they went over, and held them on either side
of my head. She had a little rounded vagina, shorter
but wider than Kirsty's. My fingers itched to fondle
the little pink area of loose skin right between her
legs, but I knew I would never get the chance.
Suddenly there was a splashing and a spluttering and
shrieking next to us. Stuart, it seemed, had decided
to tickle Justin between the legs, resulting in Justin
exploding under water and swallowing a lot of it. He
returned to the surface kicking and screaming, and
shouting incomprehensibly at Stuart, spluttering water
all over the place as he did so.
"I thought you wanted me to tickle you," chuckled
Stuart, not a bit sympathetic. "You wanted Roy to
tickle you."
Justin's reply was again incomprehensible, but after
that he left Stuart and joined my group. I couldn't
help feeling childishly proud that they all now
preferred Stuart to me.
After a while, with the grown-ups staying away, we
clambered out of the pool for a break and rested in
the partial shade of the still small trees. I lay on
my back, arms behind my head and my penis flopping
limply upwards towards my stomach. Shelley lay next
to me, her vagina exposed on her prominent mound. The
others were a little more reticent, sitting
cross-legged and leaning forward so their private
parts were at least half-hidden - the older three, at
least. Had we had towels, some of us might have been
lying on our stomachs to hide ourselves better.
Justin came and sprawled on top of me. I could feel
his penis trailing against my side. "Tickle me," he
instructed me.
Obediently I dug my fingers into his ribs and he
giggled, but said, "No, not there. You know the
place."
"What place?" I asked, unable to believe that he was
actually wanting me to attack his genitals.
"Tickle my willy," he insisted. "And my goolies. It
feels good."
"All right," I agreed, surprised. He was lying on his
front, his chest against mine, so I reached down and
pushed my hand between his legs as the only way to
reach it. He giggled as I tickled the loose skin
between his legs. I suppose I shouldn't find it
surprising that boys and girls are so alike there.
The only difference is that girls have that deep
valley running down the middle of it, while boys have
testes hanging down.
Reaching upwards, I could feel Justin's little
testicles wobbling beneath my fingers and he continued
to giggle as I juggled with them. Then my hand just
reached far enough to grasp his little penis between
my fingers. It was cold and limp, so I massaged it.
Giggling helplessly, he rolled over on his side and I
had to pull my hand out and start again. Entering
fully into the spirit of the occasion, I put both my
arms around him. My right hand tickled him under the
testicles while my left hand jiggled around with his
penis.
Stuart and Kirsty, watching, were both laughing, and I
suddenly felt Justin's little penis begin to stiffen
under my fingers. Suddenly he gave a squeal and I
felt my hands sprayed with a warm liquid. Justin
sprang to his feet, clutching his penis, which was
still spurting urine. "Ooh!" he squealed, still
giggling. I shook my wet hands in disgust, finding my
left side wet as well. Stuart and Kirsty were now
helpless with laughter.
"I've wee'd all over me!" giggled Justin, displaying
his urine-covered genitals to his bother and sister.
"Boy, that was good!"
"All over me, too," I complained. I went to the pool
and scooped up some water to wash myself clean, and
Justin did the same.
"That felt so good, Roy," he grinned as we returned to
our places, his siblings still laughing. "You made my
wee all stiff. Do it again! I haven't any more wee
left so I can't wee on you again." As so often, the
same simple word could be used to cover multiple
meanings.
"That's enough for right now," I replied, not trusting
him.
"Do it to me, Roy," Shelley pleaded, snuggling up next
to me on the grass and lying on her back. "I promise
I won't wee on you."
"All right," I grinned, putting my arms lovingly
around her and massaging her vagina with my fingers.
I had actually done this sort of thing with her
before. I tickled her gently on her vagina, feeling
the soft warm flesh springy beneath my fingers, yet
firmer underneath. She giggled quietly and opened her
legs, so I could put my fingers between her legs and
tickle her gently on that loose skin.
When we had finished I saw Kirsty looking at me rather
enviously with sparkling eyes, obviously wanting a
turn but too shy to ask. Instead she said with a shy
smile, "Roy, someday someone will do that to you."
"Maybe, but it won't be you," I replied.
"Who says?" she grinned, moving up closer to me to sit
within touching distance.
"I do," I grinned, whereupon she reached out a hand
timidly, put it under my penis and began tickling. I
have never found that area particularly ticklish, but
I did what I was sure she wanted. I laughed and
grabbed hold of her round the shoulders, pulling her
against my chest. I ran my left hand over her tiny
breasts, feeling the still soft skin around her little
nipples and the firmer flesh underneath. My right
hand reached down to her pubic area, gently massaging
her long vagina, harder and firmer than Shelley's, and
feeling the loose skin under her legs.
"Becky, help me!" laughed Kirsty, obviously enjoying
it and feeling my penis harden. To my surprise Becky
needed little encouragement and, giggling quietly, she
knelt down next to me and began to tickle me under the
arms, keeping well away from my penis.
I moved a hand to her stomach and she didn't object,
so I ran my fingers over her chest, hardly able to
feel her tiny nipples. Then I slipped it downwards
and, when she giggled gently but didn't protest,
between her legs. She squealed with pleasure as I
gently rubbed her vagina, feeling the rounded flesh as
soft as putty as it wobbled beneath my fingers.
"I'll save you, Roy," came Stuart's voice as he
decided to gate-crash the party. He grabbed hold of
Becky, pulling her off me as she squealed in protest.
I saw his hand reach down towards her vagina, and in
desperation she pushed it away as hard as she could.
"Don't! If you touch me there I'll tell!" she
screamed in real panic.
Kirsty leapt off me and ran to rescue her friend,
pushing Stuart as hard as she could. "Keep out -
nobody invited you!" she yelled at him.
Stuart, again realising his error too late, backed
away. "It's only fun," he protested strongly. "Look,
you can tickle my knob if you like."
"I wouldn't want to touch it!" stormed Kirsty. "I
don't even want to see the smelly thing. If I get a
knife I'll cut it off. Just leave us, Stuart. Nobody
wants you."
Their argument, conducted at a high rate of decibels,
lasted a minute or two, with Stuart mainly on the
defensive. Then it was over, as their dad appeared at
the gate to see what was going on. His children had
shouted so loudly that the adults had heard them up at
the house.
He didn't ask any questions but he quietened things
down and then told us that the grown-ups would be
joining us in a few minutes. Sadly, that was the end
of the intimacy, but I had enjoyed more in a few
minutes than many a boy has in his whole childhood -
pre-puberty, that is.
I actually came out of that afternoon rather well.
Aunt Sue was rather suspicious of the part she
suspected I played in our dip in the shallow end and
our nudity, but there was no denying that the
acceptance of nudity by Stuart and Kirsty ended a
problem and led to a stronger friendship between our
families. Over the next few years I was to enjoy many
happy hours at the naturist club with Stuart, who
behaved more sensibly once he had got used to nudity
as a lifestyle, and Kirsty.
Sadly I never had any more intimacy with Becky,
although I saw her often enough at school and she
stayed in the country long enough to wear a bra, which
I could only view through the back of her white,
slightly transparent school blouse. But I will always
remember with warmth her beauty, her smile and that
warm secret area that for an uncharacteristic moment
she allowed me to fondle.
(To be continued)
WHEN I WAS YOUNG (CHAPTER 11)
As I mentioned before, the two greatest childhood
influences I had were Saskia and Ernst. Saskia was my
girlfriend for two years and Ernst was my best friend
for nearly as long. Between them they introduced me
to the sexual side of nudity, and there is so much to
include about my life with both of them that I have
decided to write about them in two separate stories,
to appear in the near future: `The Temptress', about
Saskia, and `Mr Sausage Man', about Ernst.
After been influenced by those two, I might easily
have grown up a pervert. However, Ernst's time in
this country ended in a great deal of trouble as he
made a sexual attack on a girl (you can read all about
it later) and the shock of it all brought me to my
senses. I resolved that I would never do anything to
a girl against her will, and that my role in life
should be the traditional romantic male one of the
strong, chivalrous, gentle protector of the fair sex.
I had grand visions of myself in this role, and this
romantic ideal has never really left me.
The trouble was that I still had my sexual desires.
The naked female body of any age at our naturist club
has never really stimulated me, but it has rather
become a normal part of everyday life. Outside,
however, and especially at our strict, semi-Victorian
English school, it was taboo, and that naturally drew
me to desire it. I wanted life there to resemble life
at the naturist club, and when I saw a pretty girl
whose nudity, or even whose underwear, was denied me,
I wanted to see it. I wanted the intimacy.
The problem now, after Ernst and Saskia, was to find
that intimacy without abusing the girl in any way. In
other words, my sixth-grade mind told me, I had to
make the girl want it too and willingly volunteer it.
And to do that I had to persuade her not only to like
me but also to trust me. Basically, it's still my
philosophy today.
That is a skill that has to be developed. With Ernst
and Saskia, I had tended to attract the wrong kind of
girls, those with an embryonic prostitute mentality
who were prepared to show off their bodies in a lewd
or promiscuous way. They are not to be confused with
those who sometimes do deliberately reveal their
panties or vaginas to boys as an act of love and
trust, as many girls will do. There is a big
difference.
After the life-shattering horror of that final
incident involving Ernst, I realised that I didn't
respect this sort of girl and she didn't respect me
either. Unfortunately the type of girl I liked, and
still like, unless she is a naturist, is unwilling to
give me that intimacy until she has developed a strong
liking for me and knows I can be trusted not to do or
say anything that will hurt her. This is where the
skill comes in.
I knew, as I went into my final year at junior school,
that if I wanted the right kind of girls in my life, I
would have to learn the art of seduction. I would
have to lead the girl to my way of thinking without
her being aware of it and, even more difficult,
without her feeling guilty about it at the time or
afterwards.
Despite my secret life with Ernst and Saskia, I was
well thought of at the school as, outwardly at least,
I always spoke and behaved in a sensible, responsible
way and showed some leadership qualities - although I
admit I followed Ernst and Saskia all too readily. So
I was made a prefect, and might well have been head
boy had there not been one or two lurking suspicions,
completely unproven, about what I had really got up to
with those two. This gave me added weight in my
experiments, as I might call them, to develop the
skill of seduction.
My sixth-grade mind decided on one simple plan. I
would invite girls I fancied to my house during the
long lunch hour and the heat of the day, when my
family were all out, and trick them into swimming
naked with me. That was my ultimate aim at that stage
of my life, and I had to work out a way to persuade
the girls concerned to co-operate.
I had some failures at first. I think I was too eager
and put too much pressure on them to come for lunch at
my house. I had some outright refusals, one or two
simply because it was against the school rules and
they would get into trouble if caught. So I had to
learn how to persuade them to take that risk.
Then I had four who did come to my house at different
times. One brought her swimming costume with her and
insisted on wearing it. A second quietly refused to
swim without a swimming costume, even when I went in
naked myself and she had to watch me while feeling hot
and sweaty. Another similarly refused, and was so
uptight about nudity that she began to get upset when
I stripped off myself. The fourth readily agreed to
swim naked, but was very silly about it and quickly
put me off her. I considered that a failure as well.
After a month of the first term of my sixth-grade
year, I had still had no success and had run out of
girls in my own class that I fancied. I began to look
around at girls in other classes. In our
English-speaking expatriate society, there is always a
rapid turnover of families as so many parents come on
work contracts lasting usually between one and three
years, and then leave, as had been the case with Ernst
and Saskia. So every term there were quite a few new
girls for me to look at.
One morning during school hours I was running an
errand for a teacher when I saw a new girl standing
alone at the end of a classroom block, looking
completely lost. I had seen her before and had been
interested enough to discover that her name was Kerry,
but hadn't yet plucked up the courage to approach her
in a friendly fashion. Now, however, I saw my chance
to make a business contact.
Kerry was in the other of the two sixth-grade classes
from myself. She was actually quite mature-looking,
with long light-brown hair tied back in a ponytail,
blue eyes and cute freckles round her nose. It was
the way she carried herself somehow that made her look
older than her years, although I soon saw that
emotionally she was very vulnerable. That to me meant
immediate attraction.
I walked over to her, and she regarded me with some
alarm. As a prefect I always wanted to present a
strong image, and looking back I can see that I
sometimes had almost a bullying approach. But that
was part of my plan, and once I had got a bit of fear
out of my victim, I reverted to kindness in an effort
to show them what a great guy I was. "Roy is such a
tough guy, but he was so kind to me," I fondly
imagined them saying. And the one characteristic of a
girl that I have always found most attractive is
vulnerability. It brings out my most chivalrous side,
and I want very much to look after her, protect her,
shower her with kindness - and enjoy intimacy with her
in the nude.
"What are you doing here out of class?" I asked her
sternly, without a smile.
"I'm sorry, Roy, I - I just got lost," she stammered,
and burst into tears. She obviously knew my name but
was in some fear of me. "I don't know where to go,"
she sobbed.
I waited and said nothing, wondering whether I could
plunge straight in with my kind side. I decided to
wait until she spoke again.
"I'm supposed to be going to sewing with my class and
it's in a new place," she gulped as the tears ran down
her face and she mopped them with a tiny handkerchief.
"I had to go to the toilet. I asked another girl to
wait for me, but when I came out she had gone. And I
don't know what to do."
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