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)


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