MARINA (CHAPTER 1) A year has passed since the events I wrote about in the story called “It doesn’t matter.” I am Roy, 16 years old now and armed with a driver’s licence. We still live in the same city and attend the English school, and we still have our private ‘naturist club’ from time to time at my cousin Shelley’s house. We are at present in the middle of our long summer holidays. Shelley is now eleven and will be starting high school when we return to school next month. She has suddenly grown taller and is developing cute little pointy breasts and a slight smattering of hair between her legs. She is not into bras yet, but she still wears those rich white panties I always enjoy so much, and she is still so full of life and fun, and so delightfully careless about nudity. My sister Jenny, who was away on camp at the time of the first story, has just turned nine years old, a naturist like Shelley and myself but still with a little girl’s body. She joins our club at Shelley’s house, but we don’t let her invite her friends because they are younger and are too likely to talk and cause trouble for us among the old-fashioned. We have just returned from visiting Lynn and her family in Denmark. While I still enjoyed Lynn’s company, we’re not as close as we used to be. Nowadays I don’t think we have quite enough in common. She has a very sweet nature but is not a very good talker, even in Danish. I wish that perhaps she were a bit livelier. As I recorded in my previous story, we fell in love when I `saved her life’, as she calls it, on the beach, but that is now two years ago and the memories have worn off slightly. I don’t have to have a girlfriend, of course, and I still considered Lynn to be mine, but I did wonder if there might be somebody else around for me. We only stayed two weeks in Denmark because that was all the leave my Dad could have. My parents were quite startled to find the ordinary beaches in Denmark are open to naturists, and I think they are gradually coming to accept naturism as a reasonable lifestyle, but they still haven’t taken the plunge themselves. Shelley’s family came with us, but they were able to stay on another week. That is why Shelley sadly does not take part in this story. But she will be back, I’m sure of that! It so happened that Jenny’s ninth birthday took place three days after our return. She wanted a party, of course, but she very much wanted Shelley and other friends to be at that party, and many were away during the school holidays. So our parents agreed that Jenny should have her party at the start of the new school year, when everybody would be able to attend. But Jenny wanted something on her birthday, which was on a Tuesday. Our parents are both working, so they couldn’t do anything. But I had a new driver’s licence, and Jenny begged me to take her out on a picnic with some of her friends. I was quite happy to do so, as most of my friends were away as well. “Where do you want to go?” I asked. “To Santo Boladora,” she answered eagerly. “That was the best picnic we ever had!” My mind flashed back to that rather rugged mountainous region with its beautiful views and wide-open spaces, a wonderful place to explore and play. Santo Boladora is more than fifty kilometres away and the roads there are not good, so my parents took a while to discuss the matter before finally agreeing. I was a new driver on the roads, after all, but I had actually been driving Land Rovers for years on the company farm near the city. I was also well known for being skilful and careful, even among other parents, so they eventually agreed where most of my friends would have been refused permission. I was to take a mobile phone with me, though, just in case we got into trouble. There was room in the car for Jenny to take three friends with her. In this country children under the age of ten are not allowed to sit in the front seat, so that would be empty while no more than four of them could sit, with a slight squash, in the back. Jenny chose her boyfriend of this year, Scott, along with two girls, Melissa and Leanne. We did have a slight difficulty with the arrangements. Melissa and Leanne have been friends of Jenny for over a year, and our parents know each other well and they know I can be trusted. But Jenny had only recently developed her crush on Scott and I had never met his parents. They did accept my parents’ assurances that I was a suitable person to look after children and I had always done that very well, but they did say they would feel happier if Scott’s older sister could come along as well. Quite why they felt she would make any difference I don’t know, but they made the excuse that they thought she could keep order in the car if necessary while I was driving. I was quite happy about this arrangement, which would fill the empty front seat, until Jenny told me that Scott’s sister had been head girl of the English junior school this past year. Now I know how to get on very well with most girls, but the type of girls I like best are those who are vulnerable, passionate in feeling and as eager to please me as I am to please them. Head girls don’t sound like that at all. I got a picture in my mind of a cold, calm and collected organiser, perhaps bossy as well, plain of face, studious, devoid of passion and used to having her own way. I wished I could have changed my mind, but I had already agreed to take her. I was not looking forward to taking a head girl with me. Even though I was named in charge of them all, I could not imagine a head girl being willing to follow my lead. If Shelley had been there, I could have asked her about Marina because, with Shelley just finishing her final year at the English junior school, the two of them were certainly in the same year, if not the same class. I’m sure Shelley must have mentioned her to me before, but I couldn’t remember anything. We decided to make an early start so we had plenty of time without any need to rush. Leanne was the first to arrive. She is short, with brown hair and eyes and a quiet pleasant nature, rather a giggler. Mini-skirts are the fashion here now, and Leanne was wearing a bright green one, looking quite pretty. Jenny had chosen some of her birthday presents to wear, a loose white top with a frilly collar and a short tight black skirt. Leanne wished Jenny a happy birthday, but it had been decided to keep the presents for the real party. Melissa was next to arrive. She always reminds me a little of a squirrel, which is helped by a bushy ponytail down her back. She has fair hair but dark brown eyes, a cheerful face full of freckles and a loveable mischievous smile. She often does get up to mischief, but it is always good-natured, and she is my favourite among Jenny’s friends. She was wearing a pale orange top and skirt that suited her very well, the elastic-waisted skirt resisting fashion rather as it came down almost to her knees. Now we waited for Scott and his head-girl sister to arrive. I didn’t know any of the family at all, although I had seen Scott briefly at the end of last term as I was coming home late and he was just going home after visiting Jenny. He is about the same height as Jenny, with fair hair and blue eyes and a very attractive grin. That was all I knew about him, but I doubted his head-girl sister would have anything attractive about her. Head girls never did, in my experience. Finally their car arrived, a little late but not badly so. The reflection on the windscreen in the early morning sun prevented me from seeing inside the car as it came down our driveway, and the first thing I saw was the father’s head out of the window, addressing my parents. “Sorry we’re late, but Scott takes a long time to get his act together,” he called out with a cheerful smile. Not in the least bit curious, I did not wait to see the head girl emerge from the passenger seat, but went round to be introduced to the father, knowing it was important to put on an act of friendliness and maturity. My results over the years seem to show that I do that rather well! “Pleased to meet you, Roy,” the father greeted me with a smile. “I’m told you are an outstanding driver, so I’m sure my two will be fine with you. Here they are - Marina and Scott.” Looking over to the other side of the car, I saw the small fair-haired boy with the friendly grin, and then looked up at the girl standing behind him, expecting to see a very prim and proper young lady sizing me up. I expected to give her a quick glance, a rather forced smile and a brief hello, and then turn away. Instead I saw a remarkably attractive girl, quite tall as I expected from a head girl, but with none of the other qualities I had been sure I would find. I did a double-take. She seemed to have no resemblance to Scott at all. I didn’t expect her to, as I had rather liked the look of Scott. But this Marina, if I had heard her name correctly, had dark hair and warm brown eyes while he was fair. I had imagined long straight hair, neatly combed and tied, with a parting down the middle, and a cold plain face with cool, calculating eyes. Marina’s hair was shortish, not quite reaching her shoulders, wavy and fell loosely over her forehead on the left. Her eyes were brown, warm and lively, and a little shy. Her face was delightfully open and fresh, with the rosy cheeks of those recently come out from England. I had imagined a stiff, starchy school-uniform type dress, with a plain shirt and a brown skirt down to mid-calf. Instead, Marina was wearing an attractive floral dress, tied at the waist and reaching most of the way down to her knees. She was wearing a wide-brimmed hat that looked remarkably attractive on her. She certainly looked a lady, very feminine, gentle and gracious. In fact, I immediately realized I had seen her before. A few months ago I had been to the city’s English library that services mainly our expatriate community. I had been choosing my books in the juvenile section when I had suddenly seen this attractive dark-haired girl squatting on the floor to study a book on the bottom shelf. I could see the side of her face, with lovely smooth rosy cheeks as she paged through it, and a soft slender neck emerging from the collar of an elegant pink dress. “This is a real lady,” I thought to myself in awe, while realising that she was a few years younger than myself. In that library the shelves in the middle of the floor are actually elevated about 30 centimetres above the ground, perhaps to make cleaning the floor easier or to avoid unlikely catastrophes like floods and termites. When I was younger I remember playing peep-boo with friends underneath these shelves. I quietly nipped round to the far side of the shelf where she was crouching and crouched down myself opposite her, as if I too were studying the books. She was unable to see me there. But I was able to see her, in certain circumstances. I glanced casually around to make sure that nobody was watching me, but the place was almost deserted and I was between two sets of shelves. Then I lowered my head and looked under the shelf. I could see her soft brown sandals and short socks, and her bent knees. And, as I had hoped, I could see up her skirt to soft, delicate panties, smooth and a shade of very pale pink. I almost gasped aloud with the excitement of it all as I drank in the vision, and then looked up again and nervously checked that still nobody was watching me. When I dared, I ducked my head again, but she was just in the process of standing up again and I missed anything further. I suddenly felt deathly ashamed of myself. I don’t often do things like that in a way that would be obvious to anybody watching me, but I had been overcome by the attractiveness of this girl. Now I felt bitterly ashamed of myself that I had done such a thing to a lady. Usually I would have gone over and spoken to such an attractive girl, but this time I felt too ashamed. I fingered the books, hoping she wouldn’t come round this side and see me. I stayed there for quite a while, feeling a real heel, before I decided to emerge, but still not feeling bold enough to face this girl. When I did come out, I looked around surreptitiously for her but couldn’t see her anywhere. She must have taken the book and left. I wondered who she was, but had no clue, although I expected she was at the English school. For weeks afterwards I frequented the library at the same time on the same day, often staying there an hour or two to do some unnecessary work, but I never saw her again. I kept trying to visualise the soft rounded curves of her legs underneath and the rounded hem of those soft pink panties. Now, suddenly and unexpectedly, here she was. She smiled at me with a hint of that shyness, her head slightly on one side, and said, “Hello, Roy. I’m Marina.” She had a really nice English accent of some sort. “Er - hello, Marina,” I replied, slightly taken aback at finding a girl so different from what I had expected. Then I remembered to smile, said, “Hello, Scott,” and looked at him. He was wearing a cheerful grin, dressed in a floppy red shirt and loose blue shorts, the coolest kit for this hot weather. Not knowing what else to do, I turned back to the father. He did not stay long, but just wished Jenny a happy birthday and then called his children to say goodbye before he left. “Goodbye, Daddy,” smiled Marina warmly, kissing him and waving as he backed down the drive. Not head-girl type of behaviour at all. Jenny must have mixed her up with someone else, I thought. Now it was time for us to leave, and I suddenly felt quite excited at the thought of a day with Marina, even though she was at least four years younger than myself. I climbed into the driver’s seat of our family saloon and opened the doors for the others. Marina climbed in the front, her skirt flowing loosely and attractively around her legs. She sat down, smoothing it out with a casual brush of her hand, the hem just short of her knees. She looked at me again with a slightly nervous smile. The others had piled in the back, with Leanne directly behind me on the left, Scott and Jenny next, and Melissa on the far side. I discreetly adjusted the rear view mirror in front of me so I could see what they were doing. I looked at Marina again, who was fiddling with the seat belt. She was not quite familiar with it. “Here, this part goes in here,” I told her, pointing and using the quiet, gentle tone that I always use with attractive girls who are looking vulnerable. She clicked it shut, then looked at me, smiled still a little nervously and said, “Thank you.” I smiled back warmly, and then started the engine, glancing in my rear-view mirror as I did. The four smaller ones were sitting shoulder to shoulder in the back, with Scott talking. Jenny sat next to him, and I could clearly see her white panties between her knees as her tight skirt rose well clear of her thighs in the middle. But then I knew Jenny’s clothing inside out. I noticed with surprise that as Scott sat there the front of his shorts, presumably too well starched, had ridden upwards and I could see his pale blue underpants. I wondered what Marina might be wearing underneath her pretty dress today, and then pushed the thought out of my mind. I could not see much of Leanne, directly behind me, but I could just see Melissa in the far corner, her orange skirt spread out over her lap. We said goodbye to my parents and I reversed slowly down the drive. Then I set course for Santo Boladora, watching the road carefully but also watching from the corner of my eye Marina sitting next to me and the four on the back seat. Scott was clearly an animated talker, and a real charmer as well, I thought, listening to all the rubbish he was spouting, using his hands to illustrate and fascinating the girls. All the while his underpants were showing in my mirror, just like a girl’s. I don’t usually have much sensual (rather than sexual) interest in boys, but I really liked the look of Scott, in spite of his nonsense. I suppose I should have taken the initiative in talking to Marina, but I had been quite unprepared for a girl I could communicate with, let alone find really attractive. In fact, I felt my heart throbbing within me with a strange sort of excitement such as I had never really felt before with a girl, not even with Lynn. This girl was different. I still couldn’t imagine her as a head girl, organising other pupils. She was too human for that! (To be continued) MARINA (CHAPTER 2) Slowly Marina started to come out of her shell and talk to me. “Roy, have you been to Santo Bolo - Boladora before?” she asked, stumbling over the unfamiliar name. Well, it wasn’t one of the most famous parts of the country. She leaned forward and smiled as she spoke. “Yes,” I answered. “It’s great. Great for picnics and for - for walking around and things.” It’s not often that I’m tongue-tied. Then I added, “Have you?”, though it was obvious she had not. “No,” she answered. “I’m looking forward to it.” There was silence between us while the chattering went in on the back seat, mainly from Scott, who was most animated in his actions. Jenny and Melissa could add their bit, while Leanne sat quietly for the most part, smiling and occasionally giggling. After a while, Marina asked me, “How long have you lived in this country?” “All my life,” I answered. “I was born here. My dad’s worked here for nearly twenty years.” “Oh,” she answered. There was a pause. “Have you only just started driving, then?” “Oh, no, I’ve driven for about five years,” I answered, and told her about it. Then I thought to ask her, “How long have you been in this country?” “About eighteen months,” she answered. She rubbed her hands up and down her skirt. “We used to live in England. Now my dad’s in the embassy here.” Slowly the conversation got better between us. As we moved into the open countryside it was easier for me to turn my head now and then to talk to her. I noticed what an honest, wide-open face she had, and how thrilling it was to see different feelings and expressions flitting across her face. She always seemed so interested as she asked me questions, and always spoke with a smile and real enthusiasm. My heart pounded, and I hoped I would be able to concentrate properly on driving. Taking my courage in both hands at one point, I asked her, “Do you have - any boyfriends?” She laughed charmingly, sounding surprised. “Not really,” she answered. “There are quite a few boys I’m friendly with - but I haven’t found anybody special.” “Why not?” I dared to ask. “I don’t know, really,” she answered, but as she said it I could tell she realised it wasn’t altogether true, and she tried to be more truthful. “I - I haven’t really found the boys I know who are - that interesting - the right sort of person for me . . .” I think what she wanted to say, but thought it might sound arrogant to say it, was that she hadn’t found any boys mature enough for her. My heart beat faster as I realised the possibilities. “What about you - do you have any girlfriends?” she asked. I couldn’t tell whether she was asking casually or in revenge for my question, or whether she was interested in filling a possible vacancy. Knowing her as I do know now, I’m sure it was just a casual question. I nearly said, “Not really,” but was afraid that Jenny might hear me and contradict me. Not that she seemed to be doing anything but laughing along with Scott. So I answered casually, “Well, I’ve a friend in Denmark,” feeling rather guilty. “But I hardly ever see her. Just once a year.” Marina wanted to know all about Lynn, so I told her, without mentioning that we are naturists. We continued to talk for a while as I drove carefully through the fields and olive groves towards Santo Boladora. Marina did most of the asking, and it seemed to me after a while that she had run out of questions as she went quiet. Glancing at her, I saw her head turned and she seemed to be staring out of the window, resting her head back on the seat. I wondered if possibly she was feeling car-sick on the rough roads, but didn’t like to ask her. The chattering in the back seat continued. Every now and then Scott would burst into a noisy demonstration of what he was saying. As I drove, not interested in the rubbish he seemed to be talking, I did pick up something about a television film he had seen about a war and how if he were a soldier like So-and-So he would blow up this place and that place . . . “Oh, Scott, that’s enough about that,” Melissa reproved him in a funny voice, with a wide smile and pretending to slap him. “You just hold your peace!” As I watched in my mirror, I saw Scott pull a funny face and put his hands down the front of his shorts. The girls stared at him. “What are you doing now?” asked Melissa. “I’m doing what you told me. I’m holding my piss!” retorted Scott precociously. There was a squeal of rather shocked laughter from Melissa and a giggle from Leanne. “Oh, Scott,” Jenny reproved him, frowning a bit. “I’m holding my piss,” repeated Scott, enjoying the attention he was getting. “Do you want to see my piss?” I glanced over at Marina to see her reaction to her brother’s silliness. I saw her head leaning on her right hand, up by the window, and her eyes were closed. She was asleep! As I looked at her, I happened to notice that the sleeve on her dress was loose and I could see inside. My chest tightened with excitement as I could see that she was not wearing a bra or even a vest, perhaps for the sake of coolness. I could just see part of her chest with a little mound on it, and a little pink nipple on the end. It looked as if she had one of those lovely little breasts that I call a Mount Fujiyama breast - a straight gentle slope upwards, a little point on the top, and a straight gentle slope downwards again. Not very big, but just enough to be cute. I suddenly felt an excitement in my loins. Meanwhile things were happening in the back seat. Melissa was giggling and saying, “Scott, you wouldn’t dare!” “Yes, I would,” the boy claimed, one hand still inside his shorts and the other placed just on top at the point where his legs met. “Scott, you wouldn’t!” giggled Melissa again, sounding as if she were quite sure that he would. “Yes, you would,” put in Jenny in a bored tone, as a naturist quite uninterested in the event which was shocking the other two. “What about you, Leanne? Do you think I would or I wouldn’t?” Scott asked her. “You wouldn’t,” giggled Leanne. “Well, you’re wrong.” I could see clearly as Scott reached inside one leg of his shorts and pulled out a little white penis. I couldn’t see it clearly in the mirror. “Here you are. I’m still holding my piss.” He giggled excitedly at his own daring. “Come and look at it,” he urged them, turning towards Jenny and Melissa. Melissa and Leanne squealed and giggled again. But Melissa leaned across Jenny to have a closer look. “Now you show me yours,” Scott demanded. He pulled his underpants and shorts back over his penis again. “It’s your turn.” He looked at Melissa with a naughty grin. Melissa giggled. She quickly flashed her skirt up and down towards Scott, giving me a glimpse of pink panties underneath. “There. That’s all you’re going to see, you naughty boy.” “I showed you more than that,” insisted Scott. But Melissa sat back with her arms folded. “It’s all you’re going to see,” she repeated. “Jenny, show me yours,” urged Scott. “Oh, this is silly,” replied Jenny, looking annoyed. “I’m not playing this rude game.” As a naturist, she was quite uninterested in this kind of behaviour but wrote it off as unnecessary and contemptible. Scott turned to Leanne. “Show me yours, then,” he demanded. “I didn’t see yours the first time,” answered Leanne, which probably wasn’t true. “Well, here you are, then,” said Scott, leaning back and pulling up the leg of his shorts again. His little penis lay on its side against his groin, with two little testicles underneath. Melissa leaned forward again. “It’s not very big,” she commented. “I can make it bigger when I shake it,” claimed Scott, picking it up between his fingers and wiggling it hard. I thought I had better say something. Without turning round, I said, “Why are you showing off, Scott? I’m sure the girls have seen it all before, haven’t you, girls?” “Yes,” responded Melissa to my leading question, and Leanne added, “Yes, lots of times.” Scott tried not to look abashed as he slipped his penis back inside his shorts and asked Leanne, “When have you seen?” “My brother,” answered Leanne. “He’s eight. I’ve seen his lots of times. It’s bigger than yours and he’s only eight.” For the first time Scott seemed rather embarrassed. “I can make mine as big as I want to,” he claimed. “If I shake it enough, it goes this long.” He spread out his hands about 30 centimetres apart. “Ah, Scott, nobody has a penis that long,” scoffed Jenny, making her mark at last. “How do you know?” Scott demanded. “We’re naturists, Roy and I,” explained Jenny. “And Shelley. We often swim and do things when we’re naked. We belong to a club and there are lots of people there who like being naked. None of them has a penis as long as you said, anything like.” “You mean you walk round everywhere naked?” put in Leanne, as if she could not believe her ears, which had given her the wrong message anyway. “Oh, no, we do it in private so we don’t annoy other people,” Jenny explained. I noticed at this point that Marina had woken up and was looking rather bleary-eyed. “We do it in our garden and in Shelley’s garden, and we go to the Orindo Sun Club at the weekend, and about a hundred people go there sometimes to be naked. And sometimes Roy takes us to a private part of the countryside where we can go for a walk naked.” Melissa was frowning and looking slightly startled at this unexpected information. “But why do you all go naked?” she wanted to know, turning round and looking at Jenny. “It’s such fun,” explained Jenny. “You feel so free. You can run about and play and do things without even a swimming costume on. And you don’t have to be afraid of anybody seeing you, because everybody is like that and nobody minds.” The others looked slightly shocked. Marina was looking at Jenny with a very thoughtful expression on her face. “Is Roy a naturist too?” asked Scott. “Yes, I am,” I answered, as I had to, but rather afraid this might turn Marina against me. She would know eventually, of course, but I don’t usually want people to find out too soon, or many of them think me weird before they even have a chance to get to know me. I thought I had better let her know where I stood on the matter, though. “So we know in our family there’s no need to be silly about any parts of our bodies or anything like that.” I could see from the corner of my eye that Marina was looking at me intently, but I couldn’t tell what she was thinking. Probably she didn’t know either. She must have realised that something had been going on in the back seat but she had missed it. Scott was sitting there with his arms folded, pulling a face, with his penis safely out of sight, if not under lock and key, inside his shorts, which were pressed down on top now so that his underpants no longer showed. “Are we going to have to take off our clothes at Santo Boladora?” Leanne asked hesitantly, probably just to feel safe. “No, we only do that when we’re with other naturists,” I said. “Besides, we’d get sunburnt today without clothes.” Scott giggled. “Imagine getting a sunburnt bottom,” he giggled, pushing himself up in his seat and patting his own bottom underneath. “We would have to stand all the time because we couldn’t sit down.” “Please, Scott, no silly talk,” Marina asked him quietly. Scott was quiet, and for the first, but not the last, time I was surprised at how much quiet authority Marina had over him. This head girl was very capable, despite coming in most unexpected packaging! “Sorry to fall asleep,” Marina smiled at me shyly. “I always do that in cars.” “How much longer to Santa Banana?” demanded Scott loudly, and his fan club in the back seat all giggled. “Only about ten minutes,” I answered. We were just coming to the foothills and would be climbing shortly. I was driving at less than fifty kilometres an hour on the rather rough, pot-holed dirt roads, and almost the only traffic was a few mule carts. We could see the mountains ahead of us, orange and brown, not very high but rocky, with interesting shapes. “That mountain over there looks like a fish with a crash helmet on,” giggled Scott, getting the desired response from the back seat. He could be annoying, but I thought it must be almost impossible to dislike him. Once again, as I so often do, I found that just having seen his penis gave me an extra feeling of warmth for him. I don’t often feel like that with boys. “Imagine a fish riding a motor bike,” Scott went on, earning another round of giggles. Marina looked at me and smiled, shaking her head hopelessly at her brother’s behaviour. I smiled back, our eyes linking for a lovely moment before I had to return my attention to the road. (To be continued) MARINA (CHAPTER 3) Santo Boladora is not an official picnic spot or national park, but just an area out in the countryside that is wonderful to visit but little known. That actually is part of the reason why it is so wonderful to visit. So there are no car parks or tourist footpaths or anything like that. I think the others expected it to be, especially Marina, who was surprised and perhaps a little nervous to find it such a wilderness area. The road took us past the central part of Santo Boladora, and I headed for the large shady tree under which we always park. I saw with a little annoyance that there was another car, a sports car, already parked there, so we would not be quite alone. “Do we just park here under the tree?” asked Marina in surprise, as I drew the car in and switched off the engine. “Oh, yes, there’s no sort of car park here,” I answered. “I told you it was rugged!” I unlocked all the doors from the central switch and we all clambered out of the car, rather stiff. We looked towards the nearby mountain, about a mile away, the largest of the range but still not much more than a high hill. I should think it’s really only called a mountain because it is so rocky. “Hooray!” shouted Scott at the top of his voice, stretching his arms high into the air with fists clenched like a footballer who had just scored a goal. I was just behind him, so I tickled him gently under the armpits and he collapsed to the ground, writhing with laughter. I am certainly not gay, but there are a few little boys who have a similar effect on me that little girls do. Not to abuse them in any way, but a kind of protective love and sensual appreciation of them. I knelt down over Scott and tickled his ribs, while he wriggled like a fish and screamed helplessly with laughter. “Blue underpants,” commented Melissa with a giggle, looking at Scott on his back kicking his legs wildly in the air as I attended to him. Time to make a point, I thought. I smiled at Scott, stood up and spoke quietly to Melissa, but so everybody could hear. “You know, Melissa, we don’t say silly things about underpants or panties or anything else that some silly people like to laugh about,” I said gently. “These things don’t matter. We respect other people and take them just the way they are. All right?” I glanced round at them all. “All right,” mumbled Melissa, a little ashamed, and Leanne nodded. Jenny was pulling the grinning Scott to his feet, covered in dust. “I know the way,” said Jenny. “So I’ll be the leader.” “All right,” I agreed. I picked up the pack of water and snacks to take with us, leaving further supplies in the car for our return, and locked it carefully. We all had a good long drink to prepare ourselves for a hot day. We were just about to set off when Leanne came up to Marina and I heard her whisper, “I need to do a wee.” “Oh, dear,” responded Marina. She turned to me. “Roy, are there any toilets here?” “Not for kilometres around,” I replied. “But we always just do it in the bush. There’s nobody here to mind. Do you want to go behind the tree there, Leanne?” Leanne looked at it doubtfully. It was rather exposed. “If you can wait until we get to the mountain, there are some better places there,” I said. Leanne decided she could wait, so we set off in single file down a narrow dirt path, with scrubby grass and some miserable-looking olive trees on either side. Jenny was in front, followed by Scott, Melissa and Leanne, while Marina and I brought up the rear. “It’s certainly hot,” smiled Marina, brushing her hair back under her hat with a sweaty hand. “I don’t feel as if I have much energy.” “Borrow some of Scott’s,” I grinned, watching him swinging his hips and waltzing up the path behind Jenny. We walked for about ten minutes before the path began to lead uphill between rocks, with a few trees still growing on the slopes. Leanne turned round and whispered to Marina, “Shall I go here?” “Yes, I think so,” replied Marina, so Leanne slipped quickly round a large rock on her left. The others in front stopped to see why there was a hold-up, and Scott immediately knew what was going on. With a mischievous grin on his face, he began to creep around the rock to spy on Leanne. I was just about to speak when Marina said gently, “Scott, remember what Roy said about silliness and respecting people.” Scott grinned sheepishly and walked back to his place on the path next to Jenny. Once again Marina had shown surprisingly strong authority over a mischievous brother in a quiet way, a remarkable achievement. Leanne soon returned, looking slightly embarrassed, and we set off again. It was now a mixture of steep walking and climbing, among the rocks and over some. The mountainside is thick with rocks, and it makes an exciting scramble without too long a climb in the heat. About halfway up we have to pass between two large rocks by climbing up a very steeply sloped rock between them, about five metres long. “This is how we climb it,” announced Jenny. She turned round, sat down facing us and propelled herself backwards like a crab up the rock face. I saw Scott’s eyes gleam as we got a big view of her shiny white panties, standing out brilliantly against the black of her skirt. He opened his mouth to comment, but just remembered in time, and shut it again. Scott followed her up the same way, his blue underpants again visible under his loose shorts as he back-pedalled. Melissa went next, but she went up the conventional way, forwards on hands and legs. Her skirt rose up at the back, but not far enough to reveal anything. Leanne’s skirt was shorter and she showed her plain white cotton panties at the back as she scrambled up the same way as Melissa had done. All the time I was thinking about Marina. My heart beat excitedly at the possibility of seeing her panties again, but even more strongly came the protective feeling for her that didn’t want to cause her the slightest embarrassment. As Leanne reached the top, I stepped forward to go next so that Marina would not have to go up with me standing below watching her. But Marina was already there, placing her hands at the bottom of the rock. “Here I go!” she called gaily, and laughed as she propelled herself swiftly upwards. Her skirt blew up slightly at the back in the wind, just revealing a glimpse of her soft white panties covering her bottom and curving between her legs. I almost lost control of myself. She clearly wasn’t giving the slightest thought to my watching her as she reached the top with an excited laugh, a little-girl look of delight on her face. And this was the head girl, I reminded myself! I was just about to join them at the top when Scott sat down, put his knees up and slid back down the rock towards me. I’m sure he meant it just in fun, but his loose shorts did not do the job he expected. As soon as he set off sliding downwards, his shorts rode up and he found himself scraping his bare bottom on the rock. He yelled and scrambled to his feet, face white with pain, halfway down, couldn’t stop and came careering downwards at full speed, crashing into me and almost knocking me off my feet. If I hadn’t been there to catch him, he would have hurt himself badly. He fell to the ground, clutching his bottom and giving a wail, which he suddenly cut off after two seconds, perhaps realising that the girls would hear him. He tried not to cry, but pulled up the back of his shorts to look at the damage. He had ripped his shorts, too, with a long jagged tear halfway up one side, well above the place where his legs disappeared inside his underpants. His skin was badly scraped, only bleeding slightly but bright pink and certainly sore. Marina came scrambling down the slope as quickly as she could in her anxiety, flashes of white showing between her pumping legs. She took him in her arms and he had a two-second cry against her chest before he realised that this might look babyish and pulled away. Then she had a look at his wounds. “That must be very sore,” she decided. “But there’s nothing we can do about them out here. Can you carry on all right?” “Yes,” Scott answered, trying to put on a brave face. I advised him to put some spittle on the grazes, which he did. He turned and climbed back upwards again, forwards this time, slowly and painfully. Marina went as close as she could beside him, to make sure he was all right. My heart lurched and I felt a sudden need for the toilet as I watched her climb. Part of her skirt had got folded upwards at the back, and in any case she seemed to be bending further forwards this time out of concern for Chad. I could see her white panties all the way round the back, fastened snugly around her thighs, all the way underneath and round, following the shape of her bottom and hanging more loosely in the middle across the crack in between. Greedily my eyes sucked in every detail, even the stitching around the elastic edges and a single thread of cotton hanging a couple of centimetres down on one side. It was so precious, because it all belonged to the girl I suddenly realised I loved! I struggled hard to keep the enraptured smile off my face. When they reached the top I joined them to find the girls all examining Scott’s wounds with great sympathy. He didn’t seem to mind showing them, and was starting to look a little proud of them. “I tore my shorts so now everyone can see my underpants,” he announced, pulling a funny face. “Poor me. Boo hoo!” “It doesn’t matter, Scott,” Melissa assured him tenderly. She seemed to have learned the lesson well. “Sliding down rocks is one thing naturists can’t do,” Scott grinned, looking at me. “They wouldn’t have any bums left.” “We can if it’s smooth and wet,” I told him. “What, our bums or the rock?” joked Scott. “Best both,” I grinned back at him. We carried on upwards, Scott walking rather painfully behind Jenny, who was still leading. We were aiming for the shoulder of the mountain so we could cross to the other side. Marina walked just in front of me, her skirt sometimes in front of my nose as we climbed, keeping me tense and excited, but without any further result. Suddenly we came up against a high rock wall, and I knew we had taken a wrong turn. Just after the steep rock we should have taken a left turn instead of going straight on, and I hadn’t noticed because I was still thinking about Scott’s accident. No, I was still thinking about Marina! I loved the eagerness on her face as she had scrambled up that steep rock for the first time. And I loved the way she did it, like a little girl completely unconscious of what she was showing me and what had remained so vividly in my mind. “We went the wrong way,” I explained as we looked at the rock wall, about three metres high. The rock was uneven and bits stuck out here and there. I was sure I could climb it, but what about the others? “We’ll have to climb up it, or else go back.” “We can climb it!” said Scott confidently. “Let’s go!” “Shall we try?” I asked the others. “I can help you if you need it.” They all agreed. “Bags first!” exclaimed Scott, starting to climb. His sore red bottom rose past my nose as he scrambled. He was nearly at the top when he lifted a leg to put it on a small ledge, revealing metres of underpants up his shorts leg as he did so, and found he couldn’t quite reach it. “I’m stuck,” he said. “Do you want a push?” I asked, seeking permission before touching him in a delicate part. When he agreed, I stood on tiptoe and stretched up with my hand, just able to reach him. I gave his bottom a gentle push, feeling the curve and the edge of his underpants beneath my fingers. This was all he needed, and he scrambled up. Jenny was next, and she too managed well until she reached the same place as Scott, so again I put my hand on her little bottom, at the bottom of her panties, to push her up. Then Melissa went, and with her skirt being a little longer I managed to push it in so that I would not handle her panties as I pushed her up. “Gee, you can see everyone’s panties when they’re climbing,” said Leanne, who was next. “Oh? Well, can’t be helped - it doesn’t matter,” I said casually, as if I hadn’t noticed. “You’ll see mine as well,” she said as she started climbing. She had actually tried to tuck her skirt into the elastic legs of her panties, but the skirt was too short and it was soon all out again. I had no choice but to push her on her panties covering her cute little bottom to help her get up. She didn’t seem to mind too much. I was a bit worried about what Leanne had said, afraid that Marina might become embarrassed at the knowledge that I would see her panties as well. She did indeed look unhappy when it was her turn, but I soon realised it was nothing to do with that. She tried to climb but, looking at her, I saw she was wearing hard, rather slippery shoes, most unsuitable for climbing. She almost slipped, and clung on to the ledges for dear life. “Do you need more help?” I asked her gently. “I - I can’t do it,” she gasped, looking down at me from about a foot above my head. “I think I’ll fall!” My heart leapt as I could see tears in her eyes. She looked so vulnerable and helpless I longed to take her in my arms that moment. What a strange mixture of little girl and head girl she was! “Look, perhaps you can stand on my shoulders, and I can hold you,” I suggested. I crouched down next to her, my head on line with her knees, but I did not look up, tempting though it was. “Come on, put your foot on my shoulders.” Very carefully she did so, and I could tell she was worried about hurting me. But I could have taken willingly any amount of pain to help Marina. In a moment she was standing on my shoulders, her hard shoes digging into my skin. “What do I do now?” I heard her trembling voice from above. “Hold on with your hands,” I said, reaching up with my own hands. I could feel her skirt above my head, and put my hands over it, holding on to her thighs through it. Then, slowly and carefully, I began to stand up with her balanced on my shoulders. She gasped as I pushed her upwards. It was a struggle, but slowly I was straightening my legs. “What’s the matter, Marina?” I heard Jenny’s voice from above. “She can’t climb in her shoes,” I explained. By now I was gasping for breath but standing upright. “Can you reach the top?” I asked her. “Yes, but I - I can’t pull myself up,” she gasped. “We’ll help!” came Scott’s voice. I felt her weight lift slightly from my shoulders, and then came her terrified voice, “Don’t let go!” “It’s all right, I’ll never let you fall,” I called up. I grabbed her right leg just above her ankles with both hands and pushed. Her left leg found a ledge, and suddenly she was scrambling over the top. I dared to look upwards and saw her scrambling legs reaching upwards inside her skirt, and those white panties at the top, stretching across in the middle as her legs were wide apart . . . I grabbed my penis quickly, hunched up against the rock wall where those above could not see me, and released the pressure quickly. (To be continued) MARINA (CHAPTER 4) “Come on up now, Roy,” I heard Jenny’s voice calling me. “In a minute. Marina, are you up all right?” I called up. “Yes, thanks. Thank you - very much,” she answered in a gasp. “Right, coming,” I called back, shaking myself dry and restoring my member to its place. It took me only three or four seconds to scramble up at the top. The four younger children were standing on the very edge as I climbed, giving me a view of panties from the front so that I could see as far as the belly button, in Leanne’s case. I pulled myself over the edge with help from the four younger ones, but I was looking for Marina. She was standing at the back, looking rather shaky. “Roy, you’re so strong,” she gasped, trying to smile. “Thank - thank you.” “All my muscles are at your service, ma’am!” I declared, throwing my arms wide and pretending to give her a hug. Only it was no game and I was only pretending that I was pretending. I flung my arms around her, though scarcely touching her as I did not yet have the courage, and she looked up at me and gave me a beautiful smile. Then she laid her head for a moment against my chest. My heart melted. As I released her, I saw Scott step to the edge of the rock wall, put his hand inside his trousers, pull out a tiny penis, push back the foreskin and begin to urinate over the edge. “Oh, gross!” I heard the chorus from the girls, but Melissa and Leanne at least stared in fascination as he did so. Marina saw it as she turned round. “Scott!” she reprimanded him, sounding astounded, and then stopped, still rather shaken by her experience. Actually I found out later that her main problem was that she had been head girl in the school the younger ones attended, and was afraid she had made a fool of herself and disgraced her position in front of them. Scott smiled round, still spraying out his wobbly stream of urine as far as he could. “I’ve got to do it somewhere,” he said cheerily. “It doesn’t matter.” “It does if other people don’t like it,” I replied, as he finished off and shook his penis dry before putting it back into his shorts. It was pretty small, even for a boy of his age, now I could see it more clearly than I had been able to in the car, but it looked really quite cute, in a way. Then he stared over the ledge to try to see where it had all gone. “Look!” said Melissa suddenly, pointing behind us. “We’re at the top.” We weren’t actually at the top of the mountain, but we had at least finished climbing the shoulder. Forgetting about Scott’s performance, Melissa and Leanne ran over to have a look on the far side, followed by Scott himself. Jenny chased them, while I followed with Marina. “Sorry about Scott,” Marina apologised. “He shouldn’t have done that. He’s a bit too lively.” “Oh, he’ll learn,” I said. “I like him. And it doesn’t matter at all to me.” “Goodness, look at that view!” exclaimed Marina, her face lighting up. The view was perhaps more impressive because it was unexpected. We were not particularly high up, but the countryside spread in front of us on the other side like a basin. We could see a few farms, but it was mostly open countryside, rather brown after weeks of summer heat. In the distance was another range of hills. “What’s that noise?” asked Marina, listening. “Water,” I answered. “There’s a waterfall here. Come and see.” Jenny was already on her way down, pulling off her loose white blouse as she did so. Such was the heat, especially after the long walk and climb, that I was desperate to cool down, and was sure the others were. My heart beat quicker, too, as I wondered what the others would do down there - especially Marina . . . Across the valley to our left was another hill. “Hey, look at them!” suddenly shouted Scott, pointing. A little stream was pouring out from a hole in the side of the hill. Several older boys, the less inhibited local inhabitants, were playing there, and we could hear them shouting as they had fun. They were sliding down the stream on their bottoms, reaching quite a speed as they reached the bottom and crashed into some thin undergrowth. “Hey, they’re naked!” exclaimed Leanne, staring. “Yes - Scott, I told you naturists could slide down rocks,” I said. I knew who these older boys were now. It was their car that was parked under the tree next to ours. “They’re members of a local soccer club,” I said. “They come here sometimes for an early morning run. They must have decided to have some fun before they go home.” “They won’t - bother us, will they?” asked Marina, a slight note of alarm in her voice. “Oh, no, they’ll be off home soon,” I replied, laughing as one of the boys skidded too far at the bottom and tumbled over and over on the ground. He picked himself up and waved in triumph to his friends at the top. The boys were too far away to see clearly, but it was possible to make out black patches at the spot where their legs met the bodies, and when they moved or stood in certain positions unidentifiable appendages bobbing about between their legs. But, as local boys, they were much more careless about displaying themselves than those of stodgy British stock. “You can see their – things,” Melissa informed us, staring hard in fascination with her mouth hard open. “Their ding-dongs,” put in Scott, flapping his hand up and down to demonstrate the bouncing of a loose penis and grinning with self-satisfaction at supplying the correct term. A glance from Marina turned him off instantaneously – for a minute or so, at least. Melissa and Leanne almost stumbled several times, their eyes being turned elsewhere, as we slowly began to make our way downwards. Clearly this was a new experience for them. “Let’s us do that when they’ve gone,” suggested Scott excitedly, coming back to life again. “We’ll see,” I smiled. “It could be a bit dangerous.” “Come on,” insisted Jenny from some way below us. The roar of the waterfall was quite loud now, but the waterfall itself was hidden among the bushes and trees to our right. A fast-flowing stream, gushing and foaming, was pouring out of those bushes over the rocks, but there were also several large quiet pools where it was always a pleasure to swim. Jenny was standing by one of them, wearing only her panties now, and calling for the rest of us to join her. Normally she would have been naked, but she knows she should not strip off completely when with people who are not naturists. “Yippee!” cried Scott, rushing down the hillside to join her, stripping off his shirt. The other smaller girls followed at a careful run, while I stayed with Marina, who was looking rather uncertain. Jenny and Scott plunged into the pool in their underwear, splashing and screaming. “Ooh, that stings my bottom!” exclaimed Scott, taking things more carefully with his grazes. Leanne hesitated, and then decided to take the plunge. She unbuttoned and pulled off her dress, and then joined them in her white cotton panties. Melissa hesitated a little longer, then removed her top and skirt, adjusted her pink panties self-consciously and waded in. I reached the bottom and began undressing, hoping Marina would follow suit. But by the time I had reached my underpants she was still standing there looking uncertain. I looked at her. “Come on, Roy!” shouted Scott, splashing me. “Come on, Marina!” shouted the girls. “Are you coming?” I asked her encouragingly as I waded in. “I - don’t really think I ought to,” she answered. “No, I’ll just sit and watch you all.” She smiled and sat on a rock. Disappointed, I wet myself all over in the pool, splashed Scott and then got out again to join her. I sat down on the ground in front of her, where I could just get a glimpse of her panties as she sat carelessly with her legs slightly open. “Ah, that feels so much better!” I exclaimed, not too pointedly, I hoped. “If you feel shy, though, that’s all right,” I added casually. “I’d like you to join us, but I understand.” “No, I’m not really shy of it,” she said slowly, screwing up her face as she thought how to explain her feelings. “It’s just - I’ve been to the same school as these other girls.” “And Jenny says you were head girl,” I said. “Yes,” admitted Marina. “It’s not easy. You have to be - above the others, in a way. The head was always trying to get us to be - dignified, he said, when we were with them. It was awful for me - on the rock back there.” She drew to a stop. “You mean you feel you let the school down a bit?” I prompted her, beginning to understand how she was feeling. “Well, yes,” she agreed. “I - it was difficult, and I didn’t know how to do it.” All the time she was staring into space, quite unaware of where I was trying not to stare as she had opened her legs a bit more and leaned forward. “And are you still head girl?” I asked her. “Not any more,” she replied. “I finished junior school at the end of last term.” I smiled warmly and gently. “So do you think you still need to feel that way?” I asked. “Well - I suppose not,” she admitted with a weak smile. “I know, it’s difficult for you to change the way you deal with the girls who used to be under you,” I said. “But is the head girl behaviour the real you?” She looked at me and smiled. “No, I suppose not,” she repeated. “Not at all, actually.” She smiled widely and laughed. Then she changed the subject. “You said in the car you were a - a naturist, that your whole family were naturists,” she said, looking at me with her forehead charmingly wrinkled and her eyes puzzled. “I’ve never thought about that sort of life before. I’d always - well - thought it was rather naughty to run round naked. In public, anyway. Those boys . . .” She came to a halt. “Well, we don’t run round more than anyone else, really,” I laughed. “We just find it great to be natural and free, and not worried about what other silly people may think of us. But we only do it with other naturists. We don’t want to offend people who may be very strict about that sort of thing.” Marina looked very mature as she thought this through. “Well, I suppose most of us are, well, sort of naturists when we’re young,” she said carefully. “When Scott and I were little we used to have our baths together and sometimes walk about the house naked. But then when I was about eight or nine some of my friends got very conscious of their bodies and were really rather silly about being naked and boys seeing us and all that sort of thing. So I got a sort of feeling that I shouldn’t really be naked except in private or when we were changing for swimming and that sort of thing. “But you know,” she said, looking at me with such loveable openness, “really I often like dancing around my room naked just like a little girl, and wishing I could swim naked in our pool, but I don’t dare. I find it fun, but sometimes wonder if I’m being a bit naughty!” She giggled. “No, I’m sure most people feel that way,” I told her. “I certainly do, and I get the feeling Scott does! So it’s such fun to be a naturist where that sort of thing is good, and it’s allowed.” I could tell mixed feelings were flooding through Marina’s mind. She was so mature in the way she thought things through, but so delightfully childlike in her openness and the feelings and expressions that kept pouring across her face. “I suppose it’s the head girl feeling again, in a way,” she smiled. “Doing what I think I’m supposed to do instead of what I really feel like.” I didn’t want to put pressure on her. I was sure that with this open responsive girl I would win before too long anyway. “It’s the real you that I want to see,” I told her gently, smiling back into her eyes. “But anyway, if swimming bothers you right now, forget it. Want to come and see the waterfall?” (To be continued) MARINA (CHAPTER 5) Marina and I walked together towards the trees and bushes, following the tumbling stream back towards its source. “Will the others be all right while we’re gone?” Marina asked, looking back to where they were splashing around happily in their underwear. “Oh, yes, we won’t go far,” I answered. “It only takes a minute, and then we can see right up to the waterfall.” I led the way around a thick bush, wading through some ankle-deep water as I did so. I had taken my shoes off already, but Marina hadn’t. “I’ll have to take my shoes and socks off - please wait!” she called. I came back round as she sat down on the gently sloping rock to remove them, completely unaware or unconcerned that I was getting a marvellous view of her panties as she raised her knees, spreading her legs apart in the most natural way of doing the job efficiently. Clear, virgin white they were, beautiful on the eye. At least she hadn’t realised that this was hardly what her old school would think of as a suitable position for a head girl! I watched in tenderness and fascination, thinking of other girls I had seen, doing the same thing, but with knees together, pressed down on the ground at one side, hands reaching back to their feet and every bit of posture shouting out, “I’m not going to let you see my panties!” That always disappoints and disgusts me! Give me girls who are free of that! All too soon, Marina scrambled to her feet again, and I smiled at her, holding out a hand, although it wasn’t really necessary. She clasped mine in her warm hand as I led her along the banks of the stream for perhaps twenty metres, among the trees and shrubbery. Then we rounded some thick bushes and, by peering up the stream, we could see through further shrubbery and a thin canopy of trees the bottom of the waterfall, only about two metres wide but thundering with water. The water itself was rushing down the stream next to us, foaming and bubbling. Marina stared at it, fascinated. “That’s lovely,” she exclaimed. “And it’s so cool in here, too. We’d better get back to the others, then may we go and look more closely?” “Yes, certainly,” I agreed as we turned back, still holding hands. We had just started back when there was a rustling in the bushes in front of us and Leanne came through in her little white panties. I quickly dropped Marina’s hand. Leanne beckoned to us and said, “Come and see.” Wondering what it was, we followed her. I hoped nothing had gone wrong with the others, but Leanne didn’t seem too bothered. Then we rounded the final bush and saw what she was on about. Jenny and Scott had both removed their underwear and were now naked. Jenny was splashing around happily while Scott was looking round over his shoulder towards us rather guiltily, little penis sticking out at the side, looking rather as if it had a spout with the foreskin pulled over the end. Marina gave a murmur, probably of slightly disturbed surprise, as she saw them, but I wanted to handle this. Cunning it may be, but I love to encourage nudity without making it look as if I’m doing so. So I said to her, “Let’s see what Jenny has to say first, all right?” Walking over with Marina just behind me, I asked, “Jenny, what’s going on? You know you’re not allowed to go naked when we’re with people who aren’t naturists.” “It was Scott,” explained Jenny, standing up to face us unashamedly naked and quick to tell tales. “He said let’s play naturists. So we did.” “It’s her birthday, so she should be in her birthday suit,” Scott chipped in cheekily, but still looking a little apprehensive. “But what about the others?” I asked, meaning Leanne and Melissa. “They might feel very bad to see you like that.” Melissa was standing there next to Jenny in her thin pink panties, which were now so wet that they had become rather transparent and the outline of her vagina showed clearly as the material clung to her skin. “I don’t really mind,” answered Melissa, to my satisfaction, shaking her head with a smile. “Neither do I,” added Leanne. But obviously she had thought we ought to know. I turned to Marina. “You know, I’m happy enough for them to stay like that, since nobody else is worried and we’re in private,” I said. We were out of sight of the boys on the next hill. “But I won’t have them doing anything that offends you. What do you think?” The way I put it, I thought if she was undecided at all, she would agree with me. I hoped I had made it seem the most reasonable thing to agree. And so it was. Marina went a little red, smiled, shook her head and said, “It doesn’t really matter.” I turned to the others and said, “Now you’re cool again, let’s go further up and see the waterfall. There’s a super pool to swim in up there as well.” We gathered our clothes and moved on, Scott and Jenny still naked, although Scott was perhaps not feeling quite comfortable as he walked along holding his underpants shielding his penis most of the time. Jenny again wanted to lead, so we followed her smooth light brown bare back and bottom as they weaved in and out among the bushes. The noise of the water grew louder as we approached, and some of the trees were slowly dripping with the light spray that constantly fell on them. The last ten metres or so we had to wade through an ankle-deep torrent of water at the edge of the stream as the bushes grew right up close to it. We were getting a clearer view of the waterfall all the time, much to Marina’s delight. Finally we broke out into the open and saw the top of the waterfall, under the blue sky, about twenty yards above us. The torrent of water hurtled into a round pool at the bottom, about twenty yards wide. The pool was surrounded by shaded rocks where it was possible to sit and put our clothes. “Just wait before you jump in,” I warned the others. “Most of this pool is only about three or four feet deep, but if you go too close to the waterfall itself there is a big dip that goes right down, and you’ll suddenly find yourself swept underneath the waterfall without being able to stand. So that part is dangerous. Understand?” They nodded, so I said, “Let’s go, then.” The four young ones threw their clothes on to the rocks surrounding the pool and then jumped in. Scott, though, threw carelessly and his underpants hit the side of a rock and fell into the pool. “Oh, dear!” he said, not seeming very worried, as he grabbed them before they floated down the stream. “I have wet my panties!” He hurled them at the rock again, with more success this time. “Marina, come and join us!” Jenny urged her, splashing about in the water. The others also added their encouragement. Marina was still battling with her misguided sense of responsibility, and looked at me nervously for help as I prepared to go in myself. “Coming?” I asked her gently. “Do you think I really should?” she asked me nervously. “We’d love it,” I answered. “They don’t expect you to be head girl now, do they? But if you’re still too shy, I understand.” Then I slipped into the water. I wanted her to believe I was not putting any pressure on her, although in a subtle way I was, trying to guide her towards feeling free to strip off and swim. I have known for years that many girls can be persuaded to ‘be naughty’ and flash their panties, as Melissa had done in the car, or play doctors and nurses or expose themselves behind the woodshed, or things like that. It’s a bit more difficult to persuade them that they are actually doing something quite reasonable and natural and give them the feeling that they are missing something or being slightly prudish if they don’t. But to my mind it’s the better and safer way, and I am learning to be an expert in that area. Just leave them with a thought and let their minds work on it, as I was doing with Marina. I kept my underpants on at this stage, as I knew Marina was not ready for any more than that. I plunged into the pool and enjoyed having fun with the others and wrestling with Scott, who kept jumping on me. I kept feeling his cold little penis brushing against me under the water as we played, and once I got it right in the palm of my hand by accident. But he didn’t seem to notice or worry about it at all as he yelled and giggled. Marina I could see sitting on a rock, legs slightly up and a glimpse of her panties evident, smiling at us. Once I put Scott on my shoulders, with his penis pressing against my neck, and ducked him. As I did so, a movement caught my eye, and I turned to see Marina, still on the rock, slipping her dress off over her head. Those lovely white panties were now fully exposed, and so was the top part of her beautiful body. As the dress came off, I caught a glimpse of a little breast, but immediately busied myself with Scott again. There would be plenty of time in the near future to see all I wanted to, but didn’t want to risk spoiling anything by letting her know I was watching her. Then Jenny gave a shout. “Hooray, Marina! Marina’s coming in!” She started splashing over towards Marina, followed by the two other girls. I called out, “Great, Marina,” and waved as she turned to look in my direction, face slightly red but smiling and making no effort to cover any part of her. Then I turned away and busied myself with Scott again, showing quite clearly that I was not going to stare at her. Not when she was looking, anyway! I picked up Scott and put him over my shoulder, yelling, with his penis, shrunken and purple now with the cold water, hanging down centimetres in front of my eyes. His scraped bottom was very much in view, but it didn’t seem to be hurting him now. Marina spent a minute or two with the other girls, during which I shot excited glances when I was sure nobody was checking out on me. The outline of her swimming costume was very evident on her body, as indeed it was on Melissa and Leanne. She had a nice light tan, but the hidden parts of her body were white and deliciously smooth. But it was not time yet for a really good look, so I forced myself to be patient. It almost always proves more successful in the long run, if everything is handled wisely. Then I saw Marina walking towards me, white panties just disappearing under the water as she entered the deeper part of the pool. I looked at her, called cheerily, “Hello, Marina,” and turned back to Scott, to emphasise that I was not interested in staring at her. What I needed was something to distract her, so I could stare without her being aware of it. Scott provided it. He wriggled out of my grasp, splashed over to her and said, “Look at my bottom now!” He then realised that his bottom was about twenty centimetres under water, so he turned round, jumped and stuck his bottom up for a moment for her to see as he dived in head-first again. Marina laughed and looked at his antics, giving me a few marvellous seconds to drink in her beauty. Her little white breasts were perhaps about five centimetres wide, going up like two flat cones to meet at small pink nipples. Then her white flesh curved smoothly down to her belly button, which was just disappearing under water. She was neither thin nor fat, no sign of ribs or too much flesh. I could barely see her panties now under the white foam. Then she looked at me, and I anticipated it just in time to turn my eyes to Scott again. Then I looked at her and held out a hand. “Great to have you here!” I shouted above the noise of the waterfall. “It’s lovely!” she shouted back, taking my hand. “Such fun!” And she came right up to nestle against my side. It was wonderful. I held her tightly with my right arm, feeling her soft body down my side, and we laughed with each other. Then I stepped back and pulled her gently, wondering how she would respond. She turned over on her back, so I put both hands on her waist and moved back some more. I could just feel the top of her panties under my last two fingers. She floated with me, laughing in delight. I slid my hands round more, clasping my arms round her waist and holding her more tightly to my chest. Still she didn’t struggle. I stepped backwards again, pulling her with me away from the waterfall. “You know,” I said to her, speaking right into her ear so she could hear me. “You had a problem about being head girl and knowing the best way to behave. I have a problem too. I recently found the most wonderful girl I have ever met.” I paused, and watched her face, just under my chin, look puzzled. “The problem is that this girl is four or five years younger than me,” I went on. “And I’m a bit afraid I might frighten her or hurt her feelings.” I saw her mouth fall open below my chin as she began to wonder, but couldn’t make out the rest of the expression on her face. “I would like this girl to know that I would never want to do anything to her that she doesn’t like or would make her feel bad. I want to look after her and love her, but she may not know that. I’m a bit worried about doing things with her in case she doesn’t like it. I’m not really sure if she likes me all that much. What do you think I should do?” There was a splash as Marina put her feet down and pushed gently free of my hands so she could turn and look at me. She stood up, her lovely little breasts gleaming in the sunlight. Her mouth was open, and she was blushing a bit. She stared at me, half-smiling and trying to read in my face what I really meant. I smiled into her eyes, loving her with my gaze. “Do you - do you mean - me?” she whispered, face wrinkled up charmingly in puzzlement, and blushed again as if the thought had suddenly come over her that of course it couldn’t possibly be her. “How did you guess?” I replied, pretending astonishment and laughing gently at her. She stared for a moment, and then spread out her arms and clasped them around my neck, then pressed her head against my cheek. I could feel her wet hair in my face. Further down I could feel her little breasts pressing against my chest. “Oh, Roy!” was all she could say. I moved my head back so I could gently kiss her on the cheek. “Am I allowed to do that?” I whispered in her ear. “Oh, yes,” she laughed, and gave me a big kiss on my cheek. Behind her I could see Jenny and Scott staring at us. “I’m afraid we’re being watched,” I said. “Let’s just pretend we’re having fun.” I spun her round gently and dumped her on her back in the water. She squealed and flicked water at me. I chased her, while she dashed about squealing and laughing. What a strange mixture this head girl was! So mature and thoughtful in some ways, so fresh and free like a little girl in others. I loved her in a way I could never quite love Lynn. (To be continued) MARINA (CHAPTER 6) We tired in a few minutes and splashed over to the shallows to lean against rocks and gather our breath. The younger ones also took a break. “Were you two kissing?” Jenny asked me. “Of course!” I answered in a funny voice and pulling a funny face. “We always love kissing everyone we meet. Scott, come here and let me kiss you.” “No fear!” retorted Scott, grinning his cheeky little grin and splashing away into the middle again. Melissa and Leanne were standing nearby in their panties, looking at each other. “I can see your wee through your wet panties,” Leanne giggled at her friend, pointing. Sure enough, the thin wet material was clinging to her body, showing clearly the outline of her vagina and the dark line down the middle. “And I can see yours,” replied Melissa, which was probably not so true as Leanne’s cotton panties were slightly thicker. “Shall we take our panties off?” asked Leanne daringly. “Let’s,” giggled Melissa, with her big-eyed, mischievous freckle-faced grin. She put up her hands and started pulling down her panties. Then she suddenly remembered she had better make sure it was allowed, and asked aloud, “Are we allowed to take our panties off?” I didn’t know whether she was speaking to Marina or myself, but I was ready to answer. I looked at her, almost laughing to see her thumbs stuck into the top of her wet panties, which were now pulled down over her little bottom at the back and just stopped at the front to reveal most of her groin, almost to the very point where her vagina started. I took a quick gamble. “Yes, let’s do that,” I said cheerfully, pushing myself clear of the rock and pulling my underpants down as I did so. The little girls squealed, pulled their panties off quickly and splashed away into the pool. Then I stopped, as if I had suddenly remembered something, and turned to Marina. I faced her fully, allowing her to see all of me as I stood there in my naked glory. She was standing there, looking slightly uncomfortable at my action, a beautiful sight wearing only those soaking white panties and quite careless about exposing her breasts. And I asked her, “Sorry - I should have checked first that you don’t mind?” Looking a little confused and embarrassed, but not much, she hesitated and said, “No, it’s all right by me.” “Great! I love this!” I exclaimed, throwing my underpants on to the rock next to her and splashing out into the middle. I didn’t look back, but just hoped. I thrashed my way out towards the waterfall before turning round to enjoy the spray. But the main reason was to see what Marina was doing. She was leaning against the rock staring very thoughtfully after me. I waved to her and glanced away immediately. Scott was chasing his tail to one side, while Melissa and Leanne were enjoying their new-found nudity. Both were jumping up and down and squealing noisily and excitedly together, their bare bottoms well under the water. Well, I would have time to enjoy the view later. Jenny was splashing over to join them. I wallowed in the shower of spray, keeping the corner of my eye on Marina, but not letting her see me watching her. Suddenly my heart leapt and I tensed. She put up her hands to her waist and pulled down her panties with one swift movement. She flung them next to mine, and then threw her arms in the air with delight and splashed out towards me in the pool. I could see everything now, and I was thrilled. Her beautiful soft body splashed towards me, and I was able to feast my eyes on her vagina for the first time. It was clear and open and free, still hairless as far as I could see, a double line down the middle at the top. And she was letting me see it, trusting me with her nakedness. And she was laughing and heading towards me as fast as she could come. “Yes!” I shouted, wading forward and holding out my arms as she fell into them, laughing hilariously. I grabbed her round the back and rolled us both over in the foaming water, careful where I put my hands this first time. As I pulled her up again my hand pushed against a breast, and I immediately moved it on to her side. She was bouncing up and down in the water like a little girl with excitement and the joy of living, the water level with her hips. “Oh, Marina, you’re lovely,” I gasped as she laughed up into my eyes. “I love you so much!” I didn’t have her to myself any longer, though, as the young ones all wanted to join in. Probably the girls had never seen their former head girl in a childlike, playful mood before, but they were eager to accept it and join in the fun. They gathered around her with arms outstretched, squealing, “Marina! Marina!” Marina reached out and grabbed Melissa in her arms, while the others all clamoured for attention. Then Leanne jumped on me and we wrestled playfully. I loved the feel of her little soft body in my arms. The next few minutes have become rather a blur in my memory, as the two of us, not permitted to enjoy each other’s company alone, entertained the little ones. I was longing for more of Marina, but I had to hide that and took out my desires on the young ones instead, wrestling playfully with them, dunking them in the water and trying to avoid being dunked myself as they climbed all over me. The little girls seemed to prefer Marina to me, hardly surprisingly as they knew her from school and she is such a delightful person. Scott enjoyed romping with me rather than his sister, also probably not surprisingly, and I was often aware of his tiny cold penis, shrinking in the cold water, brushing my body and once getting entangled with my fingers so I could feel the cold, tight flesh. I picked him up and, helped by the buoyancy of the water, threw him straight up in the air, bending to catch him in the water as he came down. Melissa saw it and immediately splashed over towards us, shouting, “Me! Me!” I grasped her gently under the arms and threw her up as well, her bare body a blur in front of my eyes as he went up. Then I caught her, my hand under her soft, tight little bottom in the water as she laughed and squealed in my face. Then Leanne wanted a turn, and so did Jenny. They had still time for Marina, but I had added an extra dimension to the games now by doing something that Marina was not strong enough to do. When my muscles grew tired, I played a game with Jenny that we often did in our pool at home. She lay floating on her back in the water, legs straight out and tight little vagina quite visible at the top, while I held her by the feet and walked backwards with her, gently swirling her around as I went while she floated peacefully, eyes closed and enjoying the pleasure of it. It was not really vigorous enough for Scott, although he did have a go, tiny shrunken penis sticking up into the air as he floated but quite ignored by the girls. Melissa and Leanne loved it. I felt so close to them as they lay on their backs, naked and unconcerned. Leanne’s vagina lies on a little mound which shows up clearly while her body is straight, while Melissa’s is smoother and her slit a little smaller, so soft and delicate. Truly little girls’ bodies are the most beautiful creation of all. Then, to my surprise, as I finished with Leanne’s second or third turn, I saw Marina moving closer to me with a delightful little-girl expression on her face. Her hands were clasped charmingly between her little breasts and her head was slightly on one side with her dark wet hair plastered down the side of it. “Me?” she giggled, a little uncertainly. I stared at her with pretended exaggerated horror. “You?!” I exclaimed, making my eyes wide with affected shock. She giggled again. “Me!” she repeated, kicking her legs up gently and rolling over on to her back. I grasped her feet as they came up and pulled gently to keep her afloat, my heart thumping and my loins contracting at the sight I anticipated. I was not disappointed, but I was still staggered that she should already feel free enough to do this with me, knowing it would expose the sight of her whole body to my eyes. I could hardly stand to look as my eyes followed her tanned legs, up past her knees to where they met at the top. There was just the cutest vagina, lips pressed gently together and curving slightly over the little bulge towards her stomach. There were a few longish wet hairs floating on the water from between her legs and the slightest hint of a dark shadow at the top of her vagina but, unlike Lynn, she has still grown no covering for her most delightful secret place. It was a wonderful sight, and my heart felt as if it was ready to burst with love and protective feeling for this incredibly delightful, mature yet childlike girl. My penis released its pressure rather painfully into the water, where of course nobody else could know. I towed her slowly and gently around the pool, with the young ones leaping and splashing along behind. I put my foot in a hole and slipped at one stage, letting go of her feet for a second. She floated onwards, her toes pushing into my stomach. Then, just as I tried to regain my hold on her, she opened her legs, one each side of my body, floated closer and wrapped her heels and then her knees around my waist. I was taken quite aback as her bottom came into contact with my stomach, although down there, with water splashing over us, I couldn’t feel any details. She was laughing up into my face, and I am absolutely sure that she had no sexual intentions at all. She was just like a little girl enjoying herself and completely unselfconscious. I reached out my arms to her; she grasped them and pulled herself up. In a moment she was sitting on my hip in the water, arms tightly around my neck and face pressed against mine, with some wet hair in between. “Mmmm!” I heard her humming. “Marina,” I murmured tenderly. “I’ve never loved anyone like you before.” She turned and looked at me with her mouth open in surprise and delight, her warm eyes less than ten centimetres away from mine. I kissed her gently, lovingly on her cheek just under her right eye. She responded with one on my mouth, with some passion but not a hint of sex in it. “Hey, I told you they were kissing,” I heard Jenny’s annoying voice over my shoulder. I turned to her and said, “Well, they’re free for all, so anybody who wants one can come and get one.” “Me!” squealed Melissa. In a moment I had her scrambling up on me, with her big mischievous brown eyes sparkling in excitement and her lovely little freckled face aglow. I gave her a big smacking kiss on the cheek and her face lit up with rapture. That was certainly an easy conquest! Leanne was next, a quieter girl than Melissa but with a quiet, pleasant kind of attractiveness in her tanned face, with a big brown beauty spot under one eye. I kissed it warmly, and she squealed and beamed. Even Scott wanted one now. I suggested I kiss his sore bottom, at which he giggled and tried to stick it up for me. Then he settled for one on the cheek, and responded with a series of excited wet ones all over my face. Even Jenny came up to give me a hug, burying her head in my shoulder, so I kissed her lightly on the back of her neck. “Have you ever had so many children fall in love with you at the same time, Roy?” Marina laughed, still snuggling up against my side with an arm round my shoulder. “I love them all, but you’re something special,” I whispered in her ear. As she bent her head perhaps to hide her embarrassment, I kissed her too at the soft tender point where her neck met her shoulder. Lynn was good for me, and I’m sure I was good for her, but nobody is like Marina, with her charming mixture of mature sense and capability, and her wonderful childlike trust and enjoyment of life and love. I had never quite thought that way about Lynn, but now I knew which desirable, delightful girl I wanted to marry and love and protect for the rest of my life. (To be continued) MARINA (CHAPTER 7) After some more fun, we took a breather, splashing over to the rocks at the side and flopping over them. We felt so deliciously cool in the heat of the Mediterranean summer. We were all now naked together, and none of us were at all ashamed of it. I watched Scott chattering away his usual rubbish to Jenny, Melissa and Leanne, who were sitting cross-legged on two rocks in front of him, vaginas spread nicely, but they all seemed quite unaware of that. Marina and I sat side by side, holding each other’s hand and talking quietly and lovingly, having just discovered each other. On the odd occasions when I looked down, I could see her white skin, starting under her throat where the sun tan stopped and the swimming costume usually began, stretching down past those delightful little budding breasts down to her precious vagina nestling between her legs. But I hardly looked, even when her attention was distracted. I was smitten with love for this delightfully open, emotional girl, and I just wanted to look into her eyes and get to know her as a person. Suddenly we all started. Drops of heavy water began to pour down on us. We stared upwards. We hadn’t noticed, because the sun had not yet gone in, that a heavy cloud was blowing swiftly overhead and was beginning to rain on us. This country gets most of its rain in winter, but there are sometimes short, sharp summer downpours, and this year there seem to have been more than usual. They rarely last twenty minutes and then quickly give way to sunshine again, but while they last, everything gets drenched. Before we had time to speak, the chilly rain was pelting down, so heavily it stung the skin. “Hey, everybody, let’s swim in it!” I called out, splashing into the pool and thrashing around, almost blinded by the rain, as the sun went behind the cloud. I expected the others to follow, but they didn’t want to. Had the rain been lighter they probably would have enjoyed it, but I could now feel a few hailstones coming down, and they really did sting. I turned to see all the others yelling at me from the side of the pool, but there was so much noise from the waterfall and the rain hammering on the surface of the water and the nearby trees that I could hear nothing. I hurried back over to them, and they all tried to shout in my ear at once. I listened to Marina, who was shouting, “Please, this is too heavy! Can we shelter somewhere?” I thought for a moment, and then yelled back, “There’s an overhanging part of the cliff just up there! Come with me! Grab your clothes.” We all grabbed our clothes, although Jenny was wailing something about being unable to find her panties. Then I led the way through the trees to the left, away from the stream and towards the rocky cliff that belonged to the hill we had climbed round. Part of the way we were under the trees, which took some of the sting off, but for the last twenty yards we had to dash over rough rocky ground in our bare feet towards the cliff, the downpour almost blinding us as we did so. There was just a small place about a metre wide and maybe four metres long where the rock hung over and sheltered it from the rain. I turned as we arrived there, and saw Leanne sitting on her bottom about ten yards back, howling and holding her foot. It seemed she had hurt herself. I dashed back out into the rain, gathered her up in my arms, pulled her over my shoulder and ran back again. Water poured off our hair as we huddled together under the shelter, but at least we were safe now from the battering rain. We made a little room for Leanne, who immediately sat down and folded her right leg over her left knee to examine the bottom of her foot. There was only a purple dent, so I guessed she had just trodden on a rough stone. She was also spreading her legs wide and opening up the dark pink insides of her vagina. I could see Scott staring in fascination and his little wet penis jerked upwards a little, but he said nothing. I had a quick look and then pulled Leanne gently up into my arms, saying, “It’s all right, nothing’s cut.” I kissed her tenderly on her left cheek by her ear, and she melted into a happy smile and wiped her eyes. “I’m cold,” shivered Melissa, huddled together tightly. Her freckly little face was white and her skin covered in goose-flesh. Her teeth were chattering as I gathered her into my arms, squatted down and sat her on my thigh facing me. She had one cold leg on each side of my right leg, and I pressed her frigid little body close to me, hugging her tightly and rubbing her back warmly. Marina bent down and shouted into my ear, “I hope I get a turn at that sometime!” “Anytime, Marina,” I beamed at her, wrapping my left arm round her neck and rubbing it gently with my fingers. “I’d love it.” I gently pulled her down next to me and put my arm round her. All the others now tried to snuggle in as well, so we were just one big mass of cold flesh waiting for the rain to stop. I could feel Melissa breathing hard against my armpit, while Leanne was pressed against my right side, arms round my neck. Scott and Jenny were also snuggling in on the other side of Marina, and I could feel Scott’s frozen penis resting on my left thigh just above the knee. As usual, after a few minutes the rain stopped, almost as suddenly as it began. We saw the steam begin to rise in waves from the recently sun-baked ground and could even hear it hiss as it rose from the rocks. It still felt chilly, and we stayed huddled together, enjoying the feel of each other’s bodies. About two minutes later the sun came out again, increasing the steam, and we could feel the heat beginning to hammer down again. Slowly I rose to my feet, lifting Melissa on my hip. Her face was still rather white, but she was not shivering as she had been before. I kissed her gently on her cold little nose, and her brown eyes lit up as she gave a lovely smile. “What a lovely baby you are,” I whispered to her. “Will you stay with me? I’ll swap you for Jenny?” “No!” I heard Jenny exclaim indignantly from below me. It only takes me to show a bit of love for her friends to make her suddenly appreciate me and want a bit of love for herself. I put Melissa down gently, and Jenny gave me a fierce hug. “Your turn, Marina,” I joked, and had not even finished speaking when she was in my arms. Her shoulders were under my armpits as she wrapped her arms round my waist, and I spread my arms down and over the top of her bottom as I hugged her, the most natural place for my hands to land. I immediately thought I had better move them somewhere less private, but she didn’t seem to notice as she hugged me tightly. I could feel her soft tender body, warm in spite of the rain, pressed against mine, my penis pressed down against her groin. I thought to myself, “I can die happy now!” I bent my neck and buried my face in her hair just down behind her ear, kissing gently. “Hey, who said you could smooch my sister?” Scott wanted to know, cheekily. I could tell he was wanting a turn with me himself, though. Marina turned her head from my neck and smiled down at him. “I did,” she smiled. Scott tried to push in, so Marina and I released each other and gave him the chance to crawl all over me like an excited puppy, giving my face several wet kisses. “Well, I think we can go out now,” said Marina, with the clouds completely gone and the sun dropping its heat again. “But we can’t wear our clothes yet!” Giggling, she held out her soaking wet dress and white panties, all dripping with water. “They’ll soon dry in the sun,” I said, as we moved out into the open. “We must go back and look for my panties,” protested Jenny. “I couldn’t find them.” “Maybe a bird has eaten them,” suggested Scott brightly. We walked the short distance back to the waterfall and scanned the rocks and the pool carefully, but could find no sign of Jenny’s missing panties. “They must have been washed off the rock and down the stream,” she said mournfully. “Now I’ll have no panties to go home in.” “You don’t usually wear them anyway,” I teased her. “Yes, I do!” she retorted indignantly. “Most of the time, anyway.” “You can wear my underpants if you like,” offered Scott, holding out his soaking light blue pair to her like a true gentleman. Jenny was about to refuse when suddenly she seemed to wonder what it would be like wearing a boy’s underpants. “Let’s try them,” she said then and, wet as they were, she stooped down, put her feet in them and pulled them up. They seemed a good enough fit, and she stood there in Scott’s underpants, laughing with glee and patting the top of them just above her groin. “Hey, let’s try those,” called out Melissa, with the mischievous gleam back in her eye, as she began to pull them off Jenny. Scott seemed to think one girl was enough, though. “No, they’re mine,” he argued, taking them back again. “You’ve got your own. I only offered them to Jenny.” “You can wear mine if you want,” giggled Melissa, waving her semi-transparent pink ones under Scott’s nose. He waved them away firmly. “We can walk down the stream and see if Jenny’s panties have caught on a rock or something,” suggested Marina. “Yes, we can try that,” I agreed, but didn’t think so. The stream was flowing far too strongly. We made our way downstream, looking carefully but without success for the missing panties. “I’ll buy you some more for your birthday present,” Leanne offered. “Oh, yes, I like those soft bright shiny ones,” replied Jenny, and the younger girls then went into an excited discussion all about panties. Marina smiled up at me as we picked our way downstream together, my arm round her shoulders when I could. “Clothes are something special to girls,” she told me as we walked. “But I don’t expect boys care so much.” “Well, not really so much,” I agreed. “But I like my girls to look well dressed. Like you.” “Thank you,” she answered, sounding surprised as she always did when I paid her a compliment. Then she giggled and said, “I shouldn’t have thought naturists bothered much about clothes at all.” “Well, there’s a time and a place for everything,” I grinned. “You have a very beautiful, lovely body. But there are some other girls who look better with theirs covered up!” She giggled. By now we had reached the place where we had first arrived, and where Jenny and Scott had first decided to play naked, setting off the whole train of events that followed. My heart warmed with gratitude towards my sister for her contribution. “Let’s go on to the next hill where the slide is!” exclaimed Jenny, who had clearly given up her panties for lost by now. “That’s such fun!” she told the others. “I hope those boys have gone by now, then,” said Marina a little nervously. “Oh, I’m sure they have,” I answered. “Would you be able to have a look?” asked Marina, looking around and holding her wet clothes in front of her. I suddenly realised that she was also nervous about going out into the open naked for the first time. Until now, she had been sheltered by trees and bushes. But I was sure she would soon get over it, as I had already seen what an open, trusting person she is. So I made my way back up the mountainside, quite used to being naked and in the open, to where I could see the other waterfall. Then I climbed up the shoulder of the mountain to where I could see the parked car. The sports car had gone. We were quite private. I came down and told the others. Scott looked at me in amazement and said, “You went up there naked! People could have seen you for kilometres around!” “Well, I don’t care,” I answered. “But there’s nobody around here at all now. Let’s go.” As usual Jenny insisted on leading the way. Still holding our wet clothes but wearing our shoes as protection against the rocks, we made our way carefully downstream, over the rugged ground, slipping and sliding at times. I lost no opportunity to help Marina in difficult places when we needed it, and sometimes when she didn’t. She did not feel comfortable about being naked in the open, but her clothes were too wet for her to put on, so she just held them protectively over her front. The younger ones didn’t seem to mind at all, probably because they were just part of a group. (To be concluded) MARINA (CHAPTER 8) At the foot of the mountain the stream flowed away to our left, but we had to move away to our right to reach the waterfall on the next hill, which we could now see clearly. We pushed our way through the scrubby grass towards it, and then had to climb the hill to get to the top. Water was flowing in a narrow but strong stream from a mound of vegetation halfway up the side of the hill. I had slidden down there before so I knew how to do it. But the others all looked rather nervous. “I’ll show you,” I said as we spread our clothes out in the sun. I straddled the stream near the top, just before it took off down the slope, sat down and lifted my legs. I was immediately swept down the side of the hill at a good speed. The rock underneath had been worn quite smooth after thousands of years and caused no friction on the backside. I travelled up and down, faster, then slowing down near the bottom of the hill, and finally, as the stream made a sharp left turn, landing in some soft grass at the corner. I stood up and waved to the others. “Come on down!” I called. “I’ll catch you at the bottom!” None of them came. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but they were clearly too afraid to try. Even Scott, who had first suggested the slide, could not bring himself to try it. In the end I walked back up to them as it was clear they were not coming. Jenny had an idea, though. “Roy, let’s do what we did last time we were here,” she suggested eagerly. “I slide down on your back!” “All right,” I agreed, sitting down at the top again and holding firmly on to the rocks on either side. Then Jenny sat down behind me, holding on to me tightly around my neck. I let go, and we slid off down the stream, Jenny screaming in excitement in my ear. I could feel her now warm little body pressed tightly against my back. When we came to the corner we both shot off and landed in a heap on the grass. Jenny came off, as she always did, and we rolled over to finish a couple of metres from each other. I was going to be very tired if I had to keep on doing this for all of them, I thought as I climbed the hill again. “Ready, Marina?” I asked, wanting to take her next. She looked very nervous, but agreed. I trembled with pleasure as she sat down very carefully behind me, hands on my shoulders until she found her place, then arms tightly around my neck and body pressed hard against my back. I could feel her small breasts pressed just under my shoulder blades. She rested her pretty chin on my shoulder and I could feel her head pressed against my cheek. I sat there a minute, wanting to enjoy the pleasure of her cheek against mine. I put one hand back and rubbed her neck gently. “I’m ready,” she whispered, and I could feel her breath in my ear. I let go of the sides, and we moved off quickly. I could hear Marina gasp, and her grip around my neck tightened. We shot down the slide and came off at the corner as usual. Marina’s grip was so tight that she did not let go of me, though. As I rolled over at the end, she rolled with me, still holding on. I felt a sting of terror as I rolled over on top of her. She then let go and cried out in pain as we came to a stop. I found myself right on top of her. My head had landed on her right breast as she lay flat on the back on the ground. She clutched it and cried out again in pain. “Marina! I’m so sorry - are you all right?” I shouted, clutching her anxiously around her head. Two tears squeezed out of her eyes and she gave a sob. “Marina, are you all right?” I repeated, terrified I had badly hurt this most precious girl. “A’right!” she gasped, giving another sob. She tried to sit up, but fell back, panting for breath. She was still clutching her right breast. “I bumped - my breast here,” she gasped in a moment, head forward with the pain. “It hurts so much.” “Oh, I’m sorry,” I apologised. “I’m so sorry.” “Wasn’t your fault,” gasped Marina. She paused to gather her breath and then said, “I should have - let go when we landed.” Without thinking I put my hands on her breast and felt it gently. It was so beautiful and soft, although firm further down. I stroked it tenderly, then suddenly realised what I was going and whipped my hands away. “Ooh, sorry,” I apologised. “ I shouldn’t have touched you there.” She smiled up at me with loving eyes, still damp. “It’s all right,” she whispered. “I trust you. You can do anything you like to me.” Well, this was quite some statement, but I understood what she meant as I took her gently in my arms while she got over her pain. She trusted me completely not to do anything wrong or indecent to her, and if I had tried it I would have lost her trust. But I was too thrilled, and would never for any price have betrayed her trust. All I ever wanted to do was to look after and protect this delightful, trusting, vulnerable girl. At that moment I heard a noise behind me. The others were scrambling down to see what was happening. “Marina, are you hurt?” came Jenny’s anxious voice. “Or are you having a cuddle?” Scott wanted to know, standing there holding his penis idly without seeming aware of it. Marina climbed slowly to her feet, still gasping a little for breath. “I’m all right now, I think,” she said. “I don’t want to go on this slide; it’s too dangerous,” decided Leanne. “Well, you don’t have to start from the top,” I told her. “You can start from part of the way up.” That would also be easier on me. They decided to try that. We found a narrow place just less than halfway up where we could start off safely, and Scott was keen for his turn. As I sat down, so did he behind me, and I could distinctly feel his penis tickling my back as he sat down. We shot off down the slope, but not at too great a pace, and Scott rolled off gently as we reached the bottom. Melissa and Leanne were next, and it was lovely to feel their warm little bodies pressed up against my back as we slid down the slope. As they grew more confident, I grew more tired with having to walk back up the hill with each one, so I told them that from now on, they would have to slide down by themselves, but I would catch them at the bottom. Jenny, who had had a bit more experience, was first. I crouched down ready to catch her as she slid quickly towards me, squealing, legs tucked up to her chin and her tight little vagina easily visible between her legs. I braced myself, but she almost knocked me over as she bumped into me, sprawling over my arms. All of them came down the same way, legs tucked up and arms wrapped around their knees - well, I had done the same thing and I suppose it was the easiest way. It did give me a magnificent view between their legs as they came down. Marina again was a wonderful sight to see, sliding towards me with her knees up and legs apart, her beautiful clear vagina shining in the sunlight for seconds before she cannoned into me, knocking me backwards as she was heavier than Jenny. She lay sprawled across my stomach, laughing up at me with her sparkling eyes and her rosy cheeks glowing. I grabbed her round the shoulders and held her tightly, wishing we could get rid of the younger ones for just a few minutes. Scott was next, little penis hanging down over his tiny testicles as he slid, and once again he managed to rub them up against me, this time on my stomach as he crashed into me and sprawled on me. Not that he did it deliberately at all - he was just so unconcerned about his body now, as were the others. Leanne came down, vagina spread a bit to reveal the darker pink on the inside, and then Melissa, her vagina a little smaller and tighter, but still so cute and precious. Melissa even sat up, legs spread apart, and announced to me, “I bumped myself here.” She pointed between her legs. I had a look, as she clearly wanted me to, and just said, “It looks all right.” The way she wanted to show me how she trusted me was quite charming. “You don’t want me to rub it for you, do you?” She looked at me, blushed slightly, gave a naughty grin and whispered, “Yes.” I was surprised at the extent of her trust and freedom. “Come, then,” I invited her, and she sat on my knee with her legs spread apart. Gently I put my hand down and rubbed her tight little vagina. I felt her soft, warm skin jump under my fingers, as I gently rubbed the warm, soft flesh, feeling her precious little slit as I did so. Almost immediately, she jumped and slid off my knee with a giggle. “That tickles,” she giggled, looking at me as if she had done something naughty. Then she said, “I need a wee,” and squatted for a moment to dribble some urine on the ground in front of me. When she finished, she darted at me, kissed me on the lips and ran off uphill again. I had presumably filled her need of the moment. It was not long before the others were tired of sliding, for the present anyway, and decided they were hungry. I was surprised they hadn’t felt hungry before, but I suppose they were too excited with the novelty of being naked. So we climbed up to a flat place not far from the source of the stream and I opened my bag. The bag had got wet in the rain, but it had dried. I spread out a plastic groundsheet for us to sit on, and then opened the lunch boxes. Fortunately they were quite watertight and the food was dry. We all ate hungrily. After we had eaten, Marina needed to go to the toilet. Probably thinking it might be bad manners to urinate in public, she disappeared round the side of the hill. “Me too,” announced Scott, a moment later. “Don’t you girls wish you could wee like this?” He stood up, turned slightly to the side, took hold of his penis, pulled back the rather long foreskin to reveal a pale pink head, and let fly. The girls watched in a mixture of fascination and distaste as the stream of yellow urine poured out. By wiggling his penis up and down, Scott created loops in the air as the urine sprayed up and down. “That’s enough, Scott,” I said after a moment. “Scott! That’s rude!” exclaimed Marina, suddenly returning. Scott, getting a shock, tried to cut it short, but only succeeded in spraying urine over his hands and down his leg. He turned to face us, his tiny pink prepuce clearly visible with the hole at the end still dripping urine and his mouth open. But he decided not to say anything, and just shook his penis dry and pulled back the foreskin. “Girls don’t show off so much when they wee,” Jenny rebuked him gently, moving back a couple of paces and squatting in a patch of grass, to release her thin stream of urine into it. “I don’t need a wee,” Leanne informed us proudly, patting her rather puffy vagina. “I did it in the pool down there.” “I’ll try it the girls’ way,” announced Scott, squatting and trying to produce some more urine. He pushed hard, but only managed a small squirt and a fart, that set Melissa giggling. After we had eaten, Scott stood up. “I saw a little pool from the place where the stream goes round the corner,” he said. “Let’s go and see it.” I glanced at Marina, and then she glanced at me and understood what I was thinking. “You can go if you like,” I said. “I want to rest for a while after lunch.” “Me too,” said Marina, as I hoped she would. “Come on, girls,” Scott encouraged them, starting off down the hillside. The girls all followed him down. I could see the little pool they were heading for, but they wouldn’t be able to see us from down there. I turned to Marina and smiled. “Nice to be alone at last,” I said, and she murmured her agreement. I held out my arms to her as soon as the others were at the bottom. Slowly and lovingly she responded. I put my arms round her back and held her closely, while she put her head on my shoulder, arms round my neck, and kissed me gently on the cheek. I pressed her tightly, feeling those lovely little breasts pressed against my own skin, with my penis pressed against her loins. She gasped for a moment. “I’ll never do anything to you that you don’t want me to,” I reminded her tenderly. She smiled lovingly into my face and then nestled her cheek against mine. I held her closely again and we rolled over on our sides together. We lay in the sun, holding each other closely, feeling each other’s bodies against our own, and I thought this was the most wonderful moment of my life. The End ________________________________________________________________________ BT Yahoo! Broadband - Free modem offer, sign up online today and save £80 http://btyahoo.yahoo.co.uk