IT DOESN’T MATTER (CHAPTER 1) 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 smiling at me as I was still sitting on the ground watching them. “Yes, there’s a pirate costume and a Superman,” said Shelley. “Superman! I think he’s a Superman!” exclaimed Rebecca. “Come on, Roy, try the Superman,” Angela urged me, handing me the bag with the costume inside. As I took it out, I saw that it was much too small for me. It was in three parts, with a cape and the black bottom part just like a swimming costume. It was supposed to meet the top part around the middle, but it was going to be difficult putting them on. Still, I would try. I took off the kilt and shirt, and put them back in their bag. Then I picked up the bottom part of the Superman costume and looked at it. It was going to be a tight fit. I slipped off my underpants to try. Again Shelley’s friends didn’t quite know what to do. They had already been a little shocked by the naked photograph of me, but here I was undressing completely in front of them. Laura couldn’t keep quiet. She gave a giggle and announced, “We can see your carrot, you know.” I stood up straight and faced her, so they could see me clearly. “It’s called a penis, actually,” I told her. “And I don’t mind.” “Oh, Laura, don’t be so silly,” Shelley snapped at her. “He’s right, it doesn’t matter. Why don’t you take your panties off too?” “He’s not going to see my pussy,” boasted Laura. “That’s too private for boys.” Little did she know! But I suspected the fuss she was making was now largely an act. I put my feet into the Superman bottom and tried to pull them up. They came up past my knees and then grew tight around the thighs. They were too small to go over my bottom. I pulled them up at the front and back as far as they would go, but then got stuck. The top of my penis was still sticking stupidly out of the top and I could not get it inside. Just at that moment, I heard the telephone ring inside the house. Shelley had gone into the playhouse for some reason, so I had to run and answer it. I heard giggling from Laura, I think it was, as I disappeared inside rather painfully with the costume around my bottom. It was Aunt Sue, just phoning to check that everything was all right. I stood by the phone, with the costume too tight for me to sit, and looked down at the top end of my trapped penis while she told me that her friend was in quite a bad way and she would not be back for some time. I should be ready for when the parents came to pick up the girls at five o’clock. She asked how we were getting on, and I told them we were playing dressing-up. “You haven’t got them in the pool yet, then,” she chuckled. “Poor little things, they were so nervous about nude bathing this morning! They’ll be even worse with you there!” The girls had now followed me in, with Rebecca holding Lynn’s bra around her tiny breasts, so I handed the phone over to Shelley and went outside again. Some of the girls followed me. “This is so tight it’s squashing my penis,” I explained with a laugh as I pulled off the costume. The tightness, continuing while I answered the phone, had made my penis swell and it was now standing almost straight out. The girls looked at it in alarm, aware that it had changed its size and shape, so I quickly put on my underpants again. Then I fetched a deck chair from the playhouse and sat down in it, as Shelley came out of the house again. “That’s enough of costumes for me; there’s nothing my size,” I said. “I’ll just watch the rest of you.” “Let’s have a fashion parade wearing our costumes,” suggested Tina. “And Roy can be the audience.” “Yes, and he can judge us,” put in Rebecca. “Lynn, you must take part with us as well.” “We’ll call it the Miss Beautiful Costume competition,” Nikki decided for them all. The girls thought this was a fine idea, so they looked around for their favourite costumes and change into them. Angela stopped a moment to whisper into my ear, “Roy, I think you’re very brave.” I was glad that my inelegant problem with the costume had not made me a laughing stock. It showed at least they respected me, except perhaps for Laura. They had just started when Shelley suddenly announced, “I need a wee.” So saying, she whipped off her panties, stood up close to a nearby tree with her legs apart and let loose a stream of urine towards the tree. She always prefers to relieve herself this way. I have already told of our first visit to the club, when she was only two, and since then she often watched me urinating and was fascinated by the way I stood up to do it into the bowl, or against a tree if we were outside. I once let her finger my penis, which she did very thoughtfully and said, “I wish girls had one of those.” But she seemed to decide from then on that if she couldn’t have a penis of her own, at least she could urinate standing up like a boy. As she grew taller, though, she found she could not always urinate accurately enough into the bowl, and so whenever possible she would do it outside where there was space and she did not have to aim so carefully. Most of the other girls stopped dressing and watched her, with perhaps some amusement. They clearly knew that this was the way she often did it, and she had probably done it that way this morning while they were there. Laura for one turned to look at me to see what interest I was taking in the display, but I didn’t show any. I still do find it interesting for Shelley to do this, but I have seen it many times. Once when Shelley was about five, when she was sitting on my lap, she lifted her arms to push back her hair and I tickled her under the armpits. She screamed with laughter and urinated all over my legs. Ever since then, I have told her I prefer her to use the tree, and it has become a family joke that she enjoys as much as anybody. I don’t know whether the trees are too happy about it, though. IT DOESN’T MATTER (CHAPTER 6) With girls being the creatures they are, it took perhaps half an hour or more for them to find the clothes they wanted and to change into them. Some of them tried several before they finally made their choice, with Nikki being particularly unable to make up her mind. While I was waiting I marked out a stage in front of the veranda for them to walk up and down. Eventually they were ready. I was to judge who was Miss Beautiful Costume, and it wasn’t going to be easy. They seemed strangely shy of going on stage first. Then Shelley said, “Lynn’s the oldest, so she must go first. We’ll go in age order.” Lynn didn’t mind, so she stood by the side of the stage and the others worked out their positions in age order, which they knew pretty well, behind her. Shelley was at the back, as her birthday is right at the end of the school year. The judge sat there in his underpants waiting for a bunch of (in most cases) elegantly dressed girls. When they were ready, I called out, “Number one!” and Lynn marched on to the stage. I’m afraid I can’t say she was very good. First of all she had chosen that old dress of Shelley’s that was too tight for her and revealed her panties at the bottom. She had never had any interest in fashion parades, as was clear when she did her best to walk up and down, turn round and pose. After a few tries she walked off the side of the stage to a round of applause, came straight over to me and threw herself on to my lap, laughing. As she sat on my bare leg I could feel the sensual touch of her panties rubbing against it. I stroked them gently with my hand. Rebecca appeared to be next in age order, and she obviously knew much more about modelling than Lynn did. She had found a brilliant Spanish dress with a full skirt, and she made a real meal of it, turning, posing, bending and stretching, with a lovely smile. There was a petticoat underneath that hung down a little, though, which spoilt the effect slightly. After mutters of “Hurry up!” from those in the line, she finished her act and came over to join us. She stood just next to me, smiling and leaning her arm on my shoulder. The next in line was Nikki, who had eventually chosen an Indian sari. It was a little tight, but it looked good. She also took quite a long time before joining us as well. She stood on the other side of me and put her arm on my other shoulder. Then came Laura. She had decided to be a Hawaiian girl. She wore a grass skirt, through which her panties showed whenever she moved, but she didn’t seem to mind my seeing them now. On top she wore Lynn’s bra, which was too loose for her. When she came down, she sat cross-legged on the ground to one side of the rest of us. Next was Angela, wearing a beautiful old-fashioned bright sky-blue dress, almost the same colour as the clothes she had arrived in. It was a little too tight for her, but it had a lace bodice at the top and the skirt came down in folds and layers, each with a lining of white frills. She looked delightful as she twirled most gracefully and the skirt swung gaily around her knees. As Angela came down to join us, Lynn stood up and squeezed out of the little dress she was wearing. Clad only in my underpants, I had forgotten how hot it was, especially for those with tight clothes. Lynn sat down again, with those exciting panties pressed against the top of my thigh. Looking down, I could make out a darker mass through the crotch material that I knew was her mat of pubic hair. I smiled at her, and my penis fought against my underpants. Tina was next. She was wearing the bikini, having changed into it quietly in front of me. Performing in public is not what she likes doing best, and she was quickly off the stage again. Finally came Shelley, now ready and eager to show off. She was wearing a Scottish costume that I think was supposed to go with the kilt. The little pleated skirt, too small for her, bounced up and down as she twirled, flashing those rich white panties all the time. I felt such a warmth in my stomach and loins as I watched her and felt Lynn. Shelley danced, throwing up her arms, kicking out her legs and spinning like a top. It seemed as if she would never stop, until the others started shouting at her, and she came off the stage panting for breath and smiling. “And now we go over to our judges, who will tell us who Miss Beautiful Costume is this year,” announced Laura in a grand voice. All the girls looked towards me, smiling. I had been doing a lot of thinking, and found it very difficult. But in the end I had to make my choice. I stood up, hoping the shape of my underpants at the front did not look too obvious. Standing in front of the stage, I announced, “And our number three prize winner today is . . .” I paused for effect. “Shelley!” Shelley gave a squeal, jumped rather inelegantly over to the stage and spun round twice, her skirt swinging up and revealing her panties again. “Shelley, it’s meant to be Miss Beautiful Costume, not Miss Beautiful Panties!” laughed Laura. I went on, “Our number two prize winner is . . . Nikki!” With a beaming smile Nikki came forward and stood in front of me in her sari while the others applauded. “And our grand winner!” I called out. “Miss . . . Beautiful . . . Costume . . . for this year . . . Angela!” Angela, in that lovely blue dress, broke into a beautiful big smile and her cheeks went pink again. She stepped gracefully forward and I pretended to present her with a prize. She blushed again as I lifted her off the ground and kissed her on the cheek, and then unexpectedly she returned the kiss, quick and wet, as I put her down. The losers did not seem too disappointed, as I suppose they knew they were not quite as good as the winners. Laura did ask me, though, pretending to look very sad, “What was wrong with my Hawaii costume?” I pointed to the problem. “Your bra is not big enough for you,” I grinned. Laura and the others giggled, as they knew it was the other way round. Laura, still pretending to be cross, pulled off the bra and threw it at Lynn, then broke into a grin. Laura stood there bare-chested, but folded her arms tightly over her chest. “Can we take the costumes off now?” asked Nikki, who was looking very sweaty. “We should have had a cooler competition in this weather.” “Yes, we should have a Miss Beautiful Panties competition, like Laura said,” laughed Rebecca. “Ooh, that’s a good idea - let’s do that!” exclaimed Shelley, jumping up and down and deliberately flicking the front of her skirt up. “Shall we?” Nikki looked rather doubtful. “Yes, let’s! Come on, girls!” squealed Shelley, throwing off her costume. “Lynn’s ready for it already!” The girls now began to behave as if they were doing something a little naughty, as they took their costumes off and started examining their own panties to see if they had a chance of winning, giggling as they did so. Probably it would not have bothered them were they by themselves, but they were not quite used to me yet. Angela stood next to me, looked at me shyly and said, “Please help me.” I was a bit surprised, so I replied, “Help you how?” “Take my costume off,” she answered. “My wrist is sore again.” I wondered if it really was sore, as she had not seemed to have a problem putting it on, but I was only too eager to help. There was a row of tiny buttons down the front, which fitted quite tightly on her. I undid them carefully, feeling her chest and stomach pressing against my fingers as I dug them under the buttons. I spun her round to undo the sash at the back, and then gently slipped it down off her shoulders. She snuggled closer to me, pressing her bare chest against my arm. As I prised the bodice off her, I brushed the back of my fingers against one of her little nipples and could feel the soft tiny point. I moved my hands gently down her warm body, over her soft flat tummy, pulling the dress down slowly. Then I pulled it down to her ankles, revealing her soft white panties. Angela stepped out of it and smiled at me. “Thank you,” she whispered, blushing again. I thought she was going to kiss me, but she changed her mind. I put my arm round her naked waist, landing my hand on the side of her panties and gave her a gentle rub on the hip. The panties, as soft as they looked, moved under my hand and she smiled at me again, cheeks still glowing. The other girls were by now lined up for the Miss Beautiful Panties competition. My heart warmed as I watched them, with their little bodies just beginning to show signs of womanhood. Laura was standing there idly putting her thumb under the elastic waistband of her panties and flicking it out so it snapped back. Tina was standing with her hands down the back of her panties so I could see the sweet round curve of her bottom, perhaps because she had no pockets to put them in. Shelley was dancing around gaily, calling out, “I’m first this time!” As Angela joined them they formed a line, waiting to go. Somehow they seemed more excited about Beautiful Panties than they had about Beautiful Costumes. Perhaps most of them were enjoying a new freedom for the first time - and there was also the forbidden feeling of naughtiness, perhaps. Shelley came first, strutting up and down, sticking her chest out and head back, one hand saucily on her hips and the other waving gaily in the air, turning, bending and then dancing. The rich whiteness of my favourite type of panties shone in contrast to her brown sun-tanned skin. I would have no problems in judging this competition. She really enjoyed herself again, and once more the others had to shout at her to persuade her to leave the stage. She leapt off the stage and on to my lap. I wrapped my arms round her and enjoyed the warm feel of those delicious panties. Then came Rebecca, with her white, slightly baggy panties with their little teddy bears. Again she put up a very elegant display, before coming off the stage and giving Shelley a nudge. “We take it in turns on this seat,” she told her. Shelley obediently slid off my lap and Rebecca, smiling confidently into my eyes, sat down with her legs over the side of the chair. I put my arms loosely around her, but carefully placed so I had a hand on her panties. They were cool, soft and thin to the touch. Laura was on already, strutting around in her pink, which somehow suited her character. I guessed by now that all her smart talk in the past and her insistence that I would not see her naked had been an act, as she put on a very sensual display, curving her body smoothly and writhing as if she were in pain. At one stage she turned round and stuck out her bottom towards me, enabling me to see the crack up the middle very clearly through the thin pink material. She kept thumbing the elastic in the waist of her panties, pulling it out and letting it back again. Then she twirled around, put her thumbs in the sides of her panties and pulled one side down and back up again and then the other as she did a jig. I could see as she did it the smooth valley of her groin each side, but no further; she took good care not to show too much. She finished her show with a bow and a curtsey, curtseying not with a skirt for obvious reasons, but with her panties, pulling them out to the sides as far as they would go, and then letting the elastic snap back again. I wondered what she would do when she came off the stage. She had been aloof before, but now she came over and motioned to Rebecca, who obediently slid off my lap. Then Laura jumped on, giving me her biggest smile, and I could see real warmth shining out of her eyes. I was winning with her! I put my arms round her again, and felt the soft fragility of those pink panties with my hand. Laura put a hand down to help her find the position I wanted, right on top of my penis, and I’m sure not by accident. Then she settled back against me, and I gritted my teeth with pain. She was sitting right on top of my penis, which had become most excited by these developments and was gasping for more space for itself. I survived with difficulty, and had mixed feelings when the next act was short. Tina came on, very self-consciously again, and her panties were not very attractive, an almost greyish colour and obviously rather worn. Her body was quite flat and her ribs showed through her chest clearly. Laura did not look very pleased at having to leave her seat so soon. It looked as if all the girls had an unwritten agreement that my lap was the seat for the most recent contestant. Tina smiled so sweetly into my eyes as she took her seat, and I smiled back and wrapped my arms warmly around her, forgetting at first where I always want my hand. Then I shifted my position, partly to give my penis some more room, and put my hand on the side of her panties. They felt a little rough, but there was a smooth skin underneath that I could also feel. Nikki came on next, looking perhaps a little embarrassed that her pale blue panties were rather loose. She did not do much stretching but simply walked up and down, turning round a few times, and then came to take her place on my lap. I held her gently, noticing that her panties were actually patterned in squares separated by little ridges rather than colours. As I moved my hand, the loose material shifted under it. I pushed gently, and found a loop opening up at the back. By looking down behind her back as she faced the stage, I could see right down to her soft white bottom. Angela was already performing and I had to keep my eyes on her. Her white panties shone when she moved into the sunlight through the tree branches, and her face shone in a half-smile. She finished quickly, eager I suspected to claim a seat on my lap, but, just like her, she walked over very slowly, pretending not to care. She sat down with a pink-faced smile and leaned back against me. When nobody else was looking, she put her head back, gave me a light loving kiss on the cheek and turned away again quickly, blushing. I gave her a squeeze and a rub with my hand, covering her panties on her left groin. I could feel the groove down there, soft and inviting. Lynn was at the end of the line this time. Although I have seen her naked many times, I find her panties more sexually arousing than her nudity. As she walked and turned, I found my eyes fixed on those half-transparent frills around the crotch, clear enough to show something darker the far side. My body began to respond, and I shifted uncomfortably under Angela. Lynn finished and came to take her seat, although she would not be able to stay there long. She smiled confidently at me, but I whispered to her, “I can’t possibly let you win, you know!” She grunted, smiling, and I knew she understood. “Come on, judge, who won?” called out Rebecca. I walked out slowly to the stage, trying to think. This time I had been so excited with the experience that I had forgotten that, but at least I only had second and third place to think of. First place was obvious. I waited, smiling, for silence as I thought. Then I announced, “Our number three prize winner is . . . Rebecca!” I actually wanted to name Angela among the winners, but thought I had better not, as she had won last time. Smiling, Rebecca came to the front. “And number two . . . Laura!” I called out. With her wide confident grin Laura marched up to the stage and curtseyed to the audience again, pulling her panties wide at the side but remembering to pull the material back so that I couldn’t see down the front. “And finally, our Miss Beautiful Panties winner is . . .” I began. At that moment Shelley started strutting proudly out to the front, with a mischievous smirk on her face. Teasing her, I said, “Our Miss Beautiful Panties winner is Lynn!” Shelley stopped and stared at me, her mouth dropping open in surprise. I burst out laughing and corrected myself, “No, it really is you, Shelley.” Smiling again, Shelley came up to receive her imaginary prize and a kiss. Then she turned to the others and said, “I knew all the time I would win because Roy says these are his favourite type of panties.” I wondered how many of the others would now be begging their mothers to buy the same sort. Angela for one, I could tell just by looking at her. >From Miss Beautiful Costume to Miss Beautiful Panties . . . I wondered if the girls had any further beauty contests in mind. IT DOESN’T MATTER (CHAPTER 7) Shelley was not long in coming up with her next idea. “Let’s have one more competition,” she said, her eyes sparkling. “This one will be a Miss Beautiful Skin competition!” The other girls looked uncomfortable. “What’s that?” asked Tina, although I’m sure she knew. “We do it in our skins!” explained Shelley, whipping off her panties and capering about. “Like this, naked!” “That would be a Miss Beautiful Boobs and Pussy competition,” said Laura with a wicked grin. “You can do it if you like, but I won’t.” “Oh, Laura, it’s very good fun when you try it,” Lynn encouraged her. Some of the other girls looked uncomfortable, though, and there were one or two glances in my direction. I thought I had better show no interest and go away for a short while in the hope that might help them to decide in favour. So I stood up and said, “I’m thirsty. I’ll go and get us some more lemonade.” Then I went into the house. I came out three or four minutes later carrying a tray of drinks, hoping that they might all by now be dressed (or rather undressed) for Miss Beautiful Skin. But they were still standing around in their panties. Shelley was stepping into hers again and saying, “Well, I think you’re just spoilsports. It doesn’t matter with Roy!” Lynn stayed quite naked, though. As I held out the tray I said cunningly, “Shelley, if they’re not happy about doing it with me here, it’s best not to do it. I don’t want anybody feeling bad about me. Let’s just keep to things that everybody agrees on.” I hoped this might have the opposite effect of encouraging them to take part after all, but they still didn’t look happy. Shelley tried to argue while taking her plastic cup, but instead knocked it over, spilling the lemonade all down my front and soaking my underpants. “Ooh, sorry,” she exclaimed guiltily, as the others jumped back to keep dry. “Well, I’ll just have to be Mr Beautiful Skin until these dry,” I laughed, putting the tray down and slipping out of my underpants. I rinsed them under the tap and left them in the sun to dry. The girls again looked uncomfortable, and I could see them shooting glances at my lower abdomen from the corner of my eye. The girls had their drinks, obviously thinking about what to do next. I’m sure they wanted very much to swim in the roasting hot weather, but did not want to go in without their costumes. Probably someone would suggest swimming in their panties in a moment, and I would feel I ought to agree, though I was hoping for something a little less over-dressed. Then Rebecca, full of energy, shouted out, “Let’s play Catch!” She touched Shelley on the arm and scampered away. “You’re It!” she laughed. The others joined in immediately, running away squealing as Shelley chased them. Then she came back and touched me as I stood still watching them. “You’re It!” she shouted. I was ready for that, and as she turned to run away I shot out a hand and touched her on the shoulder. She turned and touched me again, but I was again too quick for her, touching her back before she got away. After this had happened three or four times, she shouted out, “That’s not fair! You can’t do that when you’ve just been caught!” The other girls seemed to agree, so I developed another plan to save my energy. As Shelley chased me, I ran behind Angela as she fled. I held out my hand for Shelley to touch behind me, and immediately passed on the touch to Angela, who was in front of me and under the new rules could not touch me in return. Angela caught Tina, who also started chasing me. This time I followed Shelley in the same way, and touched her as soon as Tina touched me. It must have looked a strange sight if anybody had been able to see us, a naked teenage boy running all over the place with little girls in panties. All the girls to be caught seemed to want to catch me for a while until they found that I could be caught quite easily, but was always able to pass it on to another girl immediately. Then they lost interest in me and chased each other and Lynn, deciding I was no fun any more. Nikki was having a bit of a problem, though. Her panties were a couple of sizes too large for her, and when she ran they started slipping down. Several times I saw her hastily pulling them up over her cute white bottom, and when it was her turn to chase she had to run with one hand on her waist to hold them up. The other girls thought this was quite funny and there was some silly giggling. Then the game took a new turn. Laura was chasing, and she was after Nikki. Nikki found it difficult to run with one hand on her panties, and when Laura caught her, she didn’t just touch her but grabbed her round the waist, pulling her panties down with her arms so that Nikki’s bare white bottom shone in the sunlight. Nikki squealed and broke away, pulling them up again hastily. Laura stood there laughing excitedly, but as she did so Shelley ran up behind her and mischievously pulled her panties down at the back too. Now it was Laura’s turn to scream, as she pulled them up again quickly, shot a glance in my direction and then chased after Shelley. She quickly caught her and pulled down her panties too, only for Tina, of all people, to pull hers down at the back again. Immediately this was a new game. All the girls were chasing each other, trying to pull their panties down. Most of the pulls were from behind and just far enough to uncover the bottom. Then, as Angela tried to catch Laura, Laura put her arms out to grapple with her, only for Nikki to pull her panties down from behind so sharply that they sank to her knees and I caught a glimpse of her beautiful pink vagina again. This time she knew it. She tried in vain to free her arms from Angela to pull them up again, but could not, so she fell forwards to the ground to cover herself, pulling Angela down with her. I was prepared to stop the fun immediately if any of them did not like it, but they were all screaming and laughing wickedly as they circled each other, trying to find an opening. Nikki was the easiest victim as her panties were so loose that they came down easily. She fell backwards to the ground, knees up and apart, as Rebecca tried to pull her panties down from behind, only for Shelley to nip in, grab Nikki’s panties round the crotch and pull them down almost to her knees. As she kicked, I caught a glimpse of a sweet little slit reaching up between her legs. I watched with Lynn, a broad smile on my face, and counted to myself. Five girls apart from Lynn and Shelley, and I now had three out of five: Laura, Tina and now Nikki. I felt rather like a heel for counting vaginas, but I was scoring only with my eyes and developing a real tenderness for their owners. It has that effect on me. I will never be a sexual molester because I feel so loving and protective towards the girls I get to see naked. Angela ran up to me to hide behind me, although no one was chasing her. I bent down and took hold of her panties around the waist, pretending I would pull them down. She squealed and caught hold of me round the waist, but didn’t try to stop me. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Not that I meant to - I expected her to squeal and struggle, but she acted as if she would have let me. Then again the game took a different turn. “Let’s get Nikki!” shouted Laura, and all the girls seized hold of the unfortunate Nikki. I hurried over, ready to call a halt if necessary. But although Nikki was kicking and shouting, she was also laughing so hard that I saw no need to stop them. They had her on the ground, still kicking, and Laura pulled her panties right down to her ankles, giving me another glorious view of this beautiful little girl’s most secret place - soft, pink and adorable. Perhaps Laura thought that by selecting others to strip, she was taking attention away from herself. It was Shelley’s turn next, or so Laura intended. “Quick, get Shelley!” Laura shouted, making a grab for my cousin. But Shelley broke away, and she had the answer to the situation. Whipping off her panties, she waved them above her head and shouted, “You can’t get me now!” As Laura came to a frustrated halt, Rebecca pulled at her panties from behind. Laura turned on her, but Rebecca took her cue from Shelley, pulling off her own panties and dancing away. “Can’t get me either!” she gloated. Another beautiful sight for my eyes, and I just hoped that nobody was going to look in the direction of my throbbing penis for the time being. Four out of five I had seen now. The fifth and last came immediately. Angela did not want to wait for Laura to turn her attention to her. “Please take off my panties for me before they get me,” she asked, holding up her sore wrist to explain why she could not do it herself. There was nothing I wanted to do more. Kneeling down, I turned her to face me. Then I placed my hands on the elastic top of her soft white panties and pulled down slowly and gently, savouring every moment. Down past the valleys of her groin which led down like a V I went, and then I could see the skin turn inwards at the very top of her vagina. I reached round the back to pull the panties down over her bottom, and then pulled down at the front to expose that delightful little vagina completely. I was in an excellent position to see even the almost invisible fair hairs lining it, still very short and soft but one day to grow. She had no visible mound to speak of, but the skin just curved smoothly downwards to disappear between her legs. I felt my penis jerk between my own legs as I pulled the panties down to her ankles. She put her hands on my shoulders and stepped out of them, as naked as the day she was born. I put my arm gently around her bare waist as she whispered her thanks and then turned to look at the others, arms round my neck. Tina had long since removed her panties, and now the only one whose private place still lay hidden was Laura. The others advanced on her, all still giggling at the naughtiness of it all. Laura made a break for it, heading straight for me. I was still crouched down next to Angela as Laura ran straight into my arms, shouting, “Save me, Roy!” The others all gathered round, red-faced, panting for breath, stark naked and not ashamed of it for the present. They were not quite ready to seize Laura as she clung on to me. “Pull her panties down, Roy!” Shelley shouted. “I don’t do that sort of thing to girls unless I am invited,” I replied. Laura was not about to invite me. She reached down, threw off her panties herself, tossed them in the air and ran. “Come for a swim!” she called back over her shoulder, and she leapt straight into the pool, naked. It was most certainly time for swimming now. All of us, including Angela with her supposedly sore wrist, ran over to the pool and dived in. It is a shallow pool, with the water nowhere much more than a metre deep. It is also quite small, so the eight of us had very little room to ourselves. But the cold water did restore my penis to its usual size and shape. I dived in, and when I came up for air the person next to me was Laura. She squealed and jumped at me, wrapping her arms round my neck and trying unsuccessfully to push me under the water. I could feel her little pointed breasts pushing softly against my chest. “This is fun!” she exclaimed. I wrapped an arm round her as she tried to slither away and pulled her back to me. Most conveniently, my hand was placed over her left nipple, firm but yielding and with a little lump somewhere down underneath. “Who was it who wasn’t going to let me see her naked?” I teased her gently, nibbling at her ear. “I don’t really mind,” she told me, and then to prove what she said she pushed herself out of the water to sit on the side of the pool, opening her legs so I could enjoy another view of her vagina. “But I’d never let any other boy see my pussy. Or my boobs, even. Only you.” I felt honoured. “I don’t know why not,” I smiled at her. “You have such a beautiful body.” Suddenly she went shy again, blushing, putting a hand down to cover her groin and slipping away into the water. But I could tell she was pleased. One of the best things about swimming with girls is that under cover of the water they will allow me to do things to them that they would feel shy about above it. These girls came to wrestle with me and seemed to ignore the fact that my hands often came in contact with their wet little breasts and sometimes their vaginas. They would kiss me wetly, and often their legs brushed my penis. I was just putting Rebecca over my shoulder, enjoying the cold feel of her tight little bottom, when I heard a voice calling, “Catch me, Roy!” There is a little slide at the far end of the pool and Shelley was sitting at the top, with her legs spread apart, ready to slide into me. I tipped Rebecca over my shoulder and held out my hands to catch her. She whizzed right into me, landing on top of me with her legs around my chest. Laura was already on her way to the slide, scrambling out of the pool on her elbows with her backside in the air and her vagina showing beneath it like a zip fastener. Others followed. Gaily they would scramble to the top of the slide, then sit down with their knees up and apart in front of me before sliding down into my arms. Lynn joined in as well, and came through the first time so fast that I actually got a mouthful of her pubic hair as her legs landed exactly on the top of my shoulders. Laura now seemed to be taking a pride in giving me a magnificent view of her pussy, as she calls it, spreading her legs wide and sliding down on her back with her legs high in the air, shrieking with laughter. Her bottom hit me in the chest, and as I staggered backwards she flopped over on to her back, leaving her open vagina on her pubic mound sticking up inches in front of my nose. It took all my willpower not to kiss it. Not yet. Finally our energy began to run out. One by one the girls crawled out of the pool to lie in the shade, most of them flat on their backs pointing their hairless little vaginas to the sky. I was able to see that Laura had some long hairs developing between her legs, but none of those little vaginas had yet been touched by the sort of thick hair Lynn had. Tina, the barest of them all, crept close to Lynn and whispered to her, while pointing towards her pubic hair, “Will I look like that when I’m big?” Lynn smiled and said in her Danish accent, “I am not very big, but maybe you will look like it.” Not that Tina ever looked likely to grow big, either. Lynn went on to explain how girls often look different as they grow older, some having more hair or a different colour or shape of hair in their pubic area than others. The young ones to me all look almost the same, when standing, at least. Some vaginas are smaller or shorter than others - Tina’s was very small, while Rebecca’s was perhaps the longest, followed by Laura. Some open more easily than others when spread - it was easy to see right inside with Shelley and Laura, while I glimpsed the shiny white of the membrane as Angela, knees up and legs apart, brushed some grass cuttings firmly aside from her vagina. Nikki, though, can sit cross-legged with the lips of her vagina still staying firmly together. Some have more of a mound than others. Tina and Angela were very flat, while Rebecca’s stood out clearly, the bulging lips turning inward to make a very exciting deep black valley. But in ordinary positions there is very little difference, and I suppose in theory when you have seen one, you have seen them all. I wouldn’t care a great deal if it was not for the occasional thrill, as with Laura at lunchtime, of seeing something forbidden, or the trust shown by Tina, for example, the first of the five friends to give me the gift of a free view. Things like this give me a real warmth that makes it all worth seeing. If I do not found a girl attractive, I really don’t want to see any more. But these were all very attractive little girls, although younger than I, and their trusting nakedness brought a warmth and excitement to my loins. IT DOESN’T MATTER (CHAPTER 8) Shelley was the last out of the pool. “I need the toilet again,” she announced, fingering her vagina for a moment. “I drank a lot and I almost did a wee in the pool.” She went over to the nearby tree, opened her legs wide and sprayed it with a stream of urine. “I wonder what it’s like pissing that way,” said Laura, giggling and scrambling to her feet. She went over to Shelley, stood next to her and let loose. While Shelley thrust her vagina forward, though, Laura was looking down at what she was doing without touching her vagina, and the urine splashed straight downwards between her feet, partly over her leg. “No, you have to press yourself here,” Shelley instructed her, showing Laura which part of the vagina to use. My penis now started jerking wildly, and I rolled over to try to hide it. The other girls all wanted to try it. Nikki, giggling, thrust her pretty little hips back, pressed herself firmly and tried to reach the tree from two yards away, but landed well short. She put her fingers under her vagina to give it a push, and managed to reach a bit further. Tina did not open her legs wide enough or press herself as per Shelley’s instruction manual, and the urine dribbled all down her leg, causing her to squeal and look for some leaves to wipe herself. Rebecca managed in the same way as Shelley, pelvis forward, fingers in action and urinating steadily in a thick stream. Angela, like Laura, was content to drop it straight down to the ground. Most of them seemed to dribble down their legs for a moment when they started, but then managed well after that. I could hardly believe my eyes. This was about the most incredible sight I had ever seen. I often see girls naked, and some of them don’t mind me watching them relieve themselves, but not many older than five and certainly never a group of ten-year-olds. Over near the hedge Lynn, more conventionally, was squatting to do hers. “That’s how boys do it,” Shelley informed them all when they had finished. “I always do it that way when I can. But boys can do it further. They can even do it upwards.” “Is that true, Roy?” Rebecca wanted to know. “Can you show us?” asked Laura daringly. After all I had said about `it doesn’t matter’, I could hardly refuse. I stood up, aware that my penis was now pretty large and strong. “Sometimes it looks bigger than others,” commented Tina, looking at my penis, quite puzzled. “That’s because they use it for sex, silly,” Laura told her bossily. “It gets big and hard so they can stick it in your wee,” added Nikki. Tina looked shocked and obviously had not heard about the facts of life. “That must hurt!” she exclaimed, fingering herself protectively. “It does the first time, but after that it’s not so bad,” declared Laura, as if she had all the experience. Tina looked bewildered. “But why do they put it in your wee?” she asked. “That’s how grown-ups make babies,” Rebecca explained patiently. “Stuff like wee goes through his wee into your body and sometimes a baby grows.” Obviously the word `wee’ in their vocabulary could at different times mean a penis, a vagina or simply urine. “Maybe Roy and Lynn can show us how it works,” suggested Laura, with a slightly embarrassed smirk. I drew the line at that. “Oh, no, we’re not ready to make babies yet,” I said firmly, sitting down and hoping they had forgotten about my first demonstration. But they hadn’t. “Roy, please show us how boys wee,” begged Laura, pulling her face into a very attractive pleading look. “All right,” I agreed, turning to Shelley’s tree. Holding my penis in my right hand, I tried to urinate, but I was a bit self-conscious and it took several seconds before I could start. The girls stared fascinated as I moved my penis around to send the spray up the trunk of the tree almost to my chest level by pushing hard, and a further distance across the ground than any of them could manage. “Gee, I can’t do it up there,” said Nikki in wonder. They were most interested to see how I could aim anywhere I wanted just by moving my penis, while they of course could do very little to control their stream. “In junior school I had a friend called Ernst,” I told them. “He could wee so hard that one day when we were in the toilets he wee’d right out of the toilet window. So we all shouted, `Hail to the rain-maker!’” The girls giggled. “Did he get into trouble?” asked Tina. “None of the teachers found out,” I replied as my supply ran out. I shook my penis dry, which also caused some interest. “What shall we do now?” asked Angela once the show was over. “Miss Beautiful Skin!” shouted Shelley, jumping up and down. “Yes, let’s!” agreed Laura, her eyes sparkling. What a change in less than an hour! Her expression still showed that she thought it was a very naughty thing to do, but now she was no longer worried about me it was very exciting as well. There was a chorus of agreement from the others, and they started off at a run towards the stage. Lynn and I followed them, but I thought I had better say something before we started. I knew the parents, mostly diplomatic staff, were far more open-minded about nudity than the English school, but I didn’t want any trouble. “Listen,” I said to the girls. “Perhaps we shouldn’t do this. Some parents when you tell them might think we were doing something rude, and you might get into big trouble and cause trouble for me as well. Maybe we shouldn’t even have swum naked.” “Oh, that doesn’t matter, we just won’t tell them,” replied Laura. “Will we, girls?” “No,” they all chorused, so I took it as safe. I settled down in my deck chair to watch the show. Shelley insisted on being first again as it was her idea. As she went on, dancing around as usual and displaying her lovely little body so freely, I thought how different she and Lynn looked from the others. Those two had a lovely light tan all over their bodies from years of nakedness in the sun. Shelley was a little lighter where her school swimming costume fitted over her, as there were obviously times when she had to use a costume. But the difference was hardly noticeable. As usual, Shelley had almost to be chased off the stage, after which she ran down to sit on my lap again. She put an arm round my neck, gave me a massive kiss and pressed her cheek against mine as Nikki tiptoed on to the stage. “I’m sorry, but I can’t let you win again, Shelley,” I whispered to her, getting a gentle groan in reply. Nikki is a keen swimmer, but she obviously used her costume for it all the time. Her golden-brown tan came to an abrupt end where her school costume began, and her chest, back, tummy, loins and bottom were all a pale white. She was so pretty, but I felt a bit afraid that so much sun might harm such a white skin. She gracefully pointed her toes, danced and leapt. Without looking like a flirt, she managed to look dangerously seductive without even trying, and the other girls all stared at her as well. She came down to take Shelley’s place on my lap, smiling at me with her wide hazel eyes and pulling her gently curling hair into place. Then, blushingly, she kissed my cheek. I returned it gently and she smiled back. What a beauty! All Shelley’s other friends had bodies which showed clearly the marks of swimming costumes worn regularly, and large private areas which had never seen the light of sun before. Rebecca, the next, had three different hues to her body, as she obviously wore quite tiny bikinis regularly and her stomach and back were partly tanned. Rebecca too gave me a warm smile and a kiss as she settled down on my lap, and this was clearly now the unspoken rule. Laura came and capered around seductively, but was perhaps a little too obvious in showing off her pretty little breasts, like new toys - which indeed they were. Despite the lack of flesh on her tummy, her bottom was perhaps a little too large. The other girls, I noticed, when they sat on my lap made sure they sat clear of my penis, still being a little uncomfortable with it, but Laura again made sure she brushed it with her hand and then sat in such a way that it touched her bare thigh. Then she gave me a big sharp smacking kiss, giggled and turned to watch the stage. Angela was another very sweet entry, not quite so pink-faced as usual, but still very clearly out to impress me. I was entranced by her lovely smooth body all the way down from her little nipples to the soft, tender folds of skin between her legs. When she had finished she settled down very gently on my lap and gave me the cutest little kiss that I was naturally delighted to return. Then came Tina, and I was painfully aware that she was the only one not to have won a place yet in these competitions and afraid that it was hardly likely I could award her anything for this, as she always did everything so shyly. But all the same I gave her a big beaming smile as she stood at the front of the stage, waiting for my attention. Then slowly, gently, she walked, turned, jogged, stretched and danced a little. Suddenly she had found her confidence from somewhere and I was most impressed. Her little bony body was flat but somehow graceful, and I noticed that her bottom was so small and smooth that it hardly stuck out at all. Lynn, at the end again, actually looked the least impressive of them all. She just doesn’t seem body-conscious at all and didn’t seem to know how to show it off to good effect. Still, I got my kiss before I stood up to announce the winners. “Third prize goes to . . . Angela!” Blushing fiercely now, Angela came up for her kiss and prize. She gave me a warm hug, accidentally pushing her side against my penis as she did so and quickly moving it away again. “Second prize goes to . . . Tina!” The girl herself, standing at the back, looked round with an open mouth in surprise, not expecting anything. Then she gave a big but shy smile and came forward. Ever so gently, I knelt down to give her a hug and a kiss, glad that I could honestly give her something for a good show. “And our Miss Beautiful Skin for this year is . . . Nikki!” I announced. There was warm applause, as for the others, but also some surprised murmuring. I couldn’t quite understand why, as Nikki in particular had moved and displayed herself perfectly. Smiling, Nikki came up and rested her cheek against my shoulder before giving me a long, loving hug and kiss. Then Laura said, “Well, they were good, but we thought Lynn and Shelley would beat all the rest of us.” I felt surprised. “Why?” I asked. “Well, they are the same colour all over,” explained Laura. “The rest of us are all patchy because we always swim in our costumes when we go anywhere else.” I hadn’t consciously thought of that when judging. The others had seemed so attractive to me simply because of their pretty little white bodies where the sun had never ventured before. But I didn’t want to say so, in case it put them off nude swimming. I actually find the white chests and bottoms very sensual and attractive, probably because I’m more used to seeing the all-over tans at the club. So I thought quickly and then said, “Well, you know, I didn’t think it would be fair to count them in this competition. They have an unfair advantage, so I thought I wouldn’t count that.” They seemed to accept what I said, and then Rebecca said, “I’m thirsty. Please may we have some more lemonade.” I agreed and was just about to go inside when I looked at my watch, the only item of clothing I had been wearing. “It’s almost four o’clock now, and your parents are due in half an hour,” I said. “We had better be getting our clothes on in case any of them come early.” “Remember, don’t tell,” Laura instructed the others. “May we have another swim first?” asked Angela. I gave them five minutes and then went inside. Inside the kitchen I was pouring the lemonade when Tina, still naked, came in through the door. She smiled shyly as I looked at her and said, “Thank you for being so kind.” I crouched down and she walked into my arms, putting her head against my shoulder. I noticed that she smelt slightly of urine from where she had dribbled down her leg. I knelt with one knee up in front of me and one behind, and she straddled herself on the one in front, her tiny vagina pressing against the top of my thigh. We cuddled before she gave me a wet kiss and then ran out of the door for a swim, her flat little bottom wobbling as she did so. I brought out the drinks and called the girls, who drank and then we all changed back into our clothes, feeling a big sense of anti-climax. It had been great, and all Shelley’s friends looked starry-eyed, as if they had just returned from the most wonderful show or display they had ever seen. “I wish we didn’t have to wear clothes,” I heard Nikki say as she put on her slightly large light blue panties again. “I’m sure my mum and dad will never let me be naked at home.” “Well, why don’t we start our own naturist club?” asked Shelley, her eyes sparkling. “We won’t tell anybody what it is, except my mum, and she won’t mind and she won’t tell. Let’s have our first meeting on Monday.” “Roy, can you come?” asked Laura, and I was happy to see the note of pleading in her eyes. “And Lynn?” “I’m sure we can,” I answered. “You’ll need somebody to be in charge while Shelley’s mum is at work.” “And we’ll all wear mini-skirts to come in!” Shelley continued excitedly. “Oh, no, we won’t!” I broke in. “You’re not getting me in a mini-skirt!” The girls laughed. “You can wear the kilt!” Rebecca suggested. “Or that Superman outfit!” giggled Laura. Again I felt excitement warming my loins. I was sure Monday would be even better, if possible. (Continued in Part 2) ________________________________________________________________________ Yahoo! Messenger - Communicate instantly..."Ping" your friends today! Download Messenger Now http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com/download/index.html