CHRISTIE’S PARTY (CHAPTER 1) I always enjoy children’s parties. To one who admires young girls as much as I do, it is wonderful to see them all dressed up in their loveliest clothes like a fashion parade. The behaviour can sometimes be a little rowdy and selfish, yet they still remain charming little girls and there is usually a good display of underwear on view as well, if you know where to find it. Naturist parties are best, but sadly they are not the sort of events you can invite everybody to. I often fantasise about a genuine naturist party where all my friends, boys and girls alike, can enjoy the ecstasy of frolicking in the sun with nothing on, and no shyness or silliness to spoil it all. I did once have one myself when I was younger, but I had to leave out most of those I most wanted to come, my friends from school, and limit it almost completely to members of the naturist club we belong to. Now I have grown out of the normal type of children’s party for myself, but I’m still very much involved in them thanks to my younger sister Jenny and my cousin Shelley. When their friends have parties, I am often invited as well, and I’m only too delighted to go. I have built up a good reputation among parents for looking after children and they often use me to help keep order and organise things. Last Saturday afternoon I was invited to the party of one of Jenny’s school-friends, Christie, who was turning ten. I did not know Christie by sight, but I had heard a lot about her from my girlfriend Marina’s younger brother Scott. Scott was quite an admirer of Christie, partly because she was very mature physically for a girl of her age. “She wears a bra,” he told me. “At least I think it’s a bra. When she puts her arms up you can’t see her chest because she’s got this tight white thing on underneath. And when we do swimming, you can see the front of her costume sticks out. I wish she was a naturist. Roy, do you think you could invite her somewhere and get her to take her clothes off?” This was of course very crudely put, but in a way that was what I often managed to do with girls, as well as boys. I enjoy the intimacy of nudity and the beauty of young girls’ bodies, and I often manage to help them overcome their shyness of being naked. It gives me a great feeling when a girl trusts me to see her lovely naked body, a special warmth and closeness. But of course I would never abuse my position by forcing a girl to strip or let me touch her in any way against her will. The secret is to make her want to do it and enjoy it without feeling any pressure, but never to do with them any real wrong that would make them feel genuinely guilty. I realise also that if they feel they have done it all of their own free will, they are not likely to tell tales about anything that might cause trouble. If I pressurised or abused them, I know it would always come out in the end. “I don’t even know her, Scott,” I explained. “If she’s not a naturist, I can’t very well go chasing after her. These things have got to happen naturally. But why are you so keen to see her naked? You’ve seen Shelley and Marina, and plenty of older girls. You’ve been to our naturist club and a naturist beach.” Scott couldn’t tell me intelligibly, but I suspect the reason is the lure of the forbidden – like me! Now that he has satisfied his basic curiosity about female anatomy, he has little interest in seeing private areas of girls who don’t mind. If they do mind, they have Scott’s undying attention, especially those who attract him as girls as well. He was very pleased to find out that he was one of the few boys whom Christie had invited to her party. He has a sort of natural charm about him that attracts girls, as well as his good-looking blond features. Christie’s mother is a good friend of my Aunt Sue, Shelley’s mother, so Shelley was invited and asked to run the games and also take charge of the sleepover, girls only, that would come later. Shelley was allowed to ask others to help her, so she immediately asked myself, my girlfriend Marina and another friend called Wanda. Shelley can be a good organiser, but she is not a good planner, so it soon happened that Marina was taking overall charge. As the party was mainly for girls and Marina is so capable, I left it largely to her. She soon had a whole lot of games and activities lined up, involving the rest of us teenagers and also some of the parents. Except when press-ganged into taking part by Marina, the parents were to spend most of the time out of the way, on the veranda, drinking and talking and laughing together. That suited me fine. It was to be a long party, beginning with a lunch at one o’clock, immediately after school on a Friday, and ending at six for the boys, while the girls were invited to a sleepover afterwards. A marquee had been set up in the far corner of the garden for them all to sleep in. Shelley and Wanda would supervise that. Marina’s family were going away for the weekend and would leave as soon as the party proper was over. Scott was not going with them, having gained permission to spend the weekend with my family instead. I suspect the real reason he did not want to go was that he hoped to be invited to the sleepover. But in our unliberated society, there was little hope of that for him or me. Much as I love Shelley, I was not sure she was an ideal person to supervise a sleepover. She can organise quite well but tends to get over-excited and flustered if there are problems. Being excitable herself, she does not find it easy to keep others quiet, and I wondered if they would get any sleep that night. Marina always seems capable of handling anything. Wanda would be helping Shelley overnight, but she did not strike me as a leader, although a very pleasant girl. She was a tall quiet girl with short wavy fair hair, wearing a smart pink and red floral top with a short white skirt. We all headed for Christie’s house straight after school that Friday, and so arrived almost at the same time. Christie turned out to be quite impressive. You always get a number of girls that age who give off the air of being very capable, composed, self-contained, mature, whatever you like to call it, and Christie is one of these. Marina, I must say, is not. She wears her heart on her sleeve, is often excited and playful, yet she does have a remarkable maturity and talent for leadership among her age group. Christie’s home also turned out to be most impressive. Her parents are obviously very rich, as they have a large house on a plot that is probably more than two acres in size, and are in the process of building a cottage at the back. They have a large swimming pool and tennis court, with just about every other luxury you can think of. Christie was playing the perfect controlled hostess, greeting all her guests politely, accepting their presents one by one and putting them calmly on a table behind her as guests were arriving so thick and fast she had not the time to open them on the spot. She is quite tall for her age, with shortish brown hair that curls down over her forehead, big blue eyes, round cheeks and a lovely composed smile. She was wearing a very smart sky-blue dress with a big sash, flowing out down to her knees, and looked a very attractive picture. The front of her dress was loose and had a white border down the front around the buttons, so I was unable yet to make any judgement about those breasts which fascinated Scott so much. As we had come straight from school, the rest of us arrived in school uniform, but quickly changed into our party clothes. The other girls were soon all clothed in their best party dresses, and I really enjoyed the sight. I am glad to be growing up in the age of the revived miniskirt, in this country at least, while the party dresses were a little longer on the whole, most of them flowing down almost to knee length. Marina was wearing a dark green dress that came down just below her knees, just a little longer than her usual length. She prefers them longer than most girls, but that is just her own choice and she sees no need to change it. It is not, as may be the case with some girls, that they wear longer dresses to provide greater protection for their panties, as Marina is quite unconcerned about that. Ladylike as she is, though, she does not often do things that display her underwear. Marina was taking charge already in her quiet way, making sure the younger ones did not crowd Christie unduly or push each other to get some attention next. I took the opportunity to get in the parents’ good books, finding out from Jenny which adults were Christie’s mother and father and going over to smile and introduce myself, making adult conversation. If I can win the respect of parents for my good manners and sensible behaviour, they are far less likely to suspect me of doing anything, or allowing or encouraging their daughters to do anything, of which they might disapprove. Having done my duty and made, I was sure, a great hit, I returned to the excited group of children. Some of them, having delivered their presents, were running around the front garden exploring. The grass was thick and green, and some were lying on it or rolling on it, pretty dresses and all. I noticed one small, lively girl with shortish dark brown hair and mischievous brown eyes, wearing a white blouse and a short dark blue skirt. She grabbed hold of a low branch of a tree and swung herself up with her legs, revealing pretty white cotton panties. “Be careful, Lesley, Roy can see your panties,” one of the other girls warned her. “I don’t care,” Lesley retorted in an independent manner and continued to scramble up, quite careless of her skirt. “It doesn’t matter to me,” I told the other girl, trying to sound surprised that there should be any concern about this and shrugging my shoulders. “I think it’s silly to fuss about that.” “Yes, but some of the other boys might say something rude,” the girl defended herself. “I’ll soon shut them up if they do,” I assured her. “I’ll never allow anybody to be silly about anybody else. What’s your name?” “Eleanor,” she answered. I smiled at her, trying to gain her trust, and asked her a few questions about herself. She was quite slim, with long brown plaits down the middle of her back and seemed overall quite a sensible girl. But obviously there were one or two things she needed educating about. She was wearing a white blouse and a pleated tan-coloured skirt of medium length. I wandered around for a few minutes, finding out names and talking most to those I found most attractive. I soon discovered one very funny little girl called Pippi. She had quite long fair hair, tied in a ponytail at the back, but straggling untidily over her face, so that she was forever pushing it out of her eyes. She had big blue eyes, a pretty oval face and talked excitedly with a slight lisp. She was soon telling me all about herself, her family and everything else she could think of, which was a lot. My conversation with Pippi was interrupted by a long, loud blast on a whistle that nobody could fail to hear. Marina had brought one with her to help keep order, and she was allowing Christie to blow it to gain everybody’s attention. “Everybody seems to be here now,” Marina called out to us. “So come around and we’ll let Christie open her presents.” So great had been the crowd around Christie that I hadn’t had time even to speak to her before now. Marina knew that, so as I came up she went over to me and said, “Christie, this is Roy.” Christie smiled most charmingly at me and said in her grown-up way, “Hello, Roy. Thank you very much for coming.” “Hello, Christie,” I smiled deeply into her eyes. “Hey, you look so pretty in that lovely dress. It really matches your eyes beautifully.” “Thank you,” she answered politely, but the way she turned her eyes away with a smile encouraged me to believe that she felt quite attracted to me. She thanked me again with dignity when I handed her a present, which was actually a gift voucher for the top dress shop in town. I would have bought her one myself had I known her size and what colour would suit her, but I included a brochure that showed pictures of the most attractive dresses in stock. She began to work her way through the presents, helped by a non-stop barrage of comments and encouragement from her friends. There were as usual a lot of gift vouchers, the way favoured by the lazy rich. I had the excuse of not knowing her before the party, so I had no idea what would constitute a suitable present. There were books, CDs and clothes among the rest. Christie opened one small packet, from a small dark-haired, bright-eyed girl called Felicity in a short yellow dress, to find it contained several pairs of very revealing coloured panties. As Christie held them up, I could see they were very small, very frilly and mostly transparent. Christie was looking at them with perhaps slightly artificial politeness when one of the boys there grinned and whistled. “Hey, that’s very sexy,” he laughed. “You must wear those at school, Christie.” The other girls scowled at him, and I knew I had to speak up, especially after what I had promised Eleanor. “Cut that out, James,” I told him clearly but quietly. “That’s very silly behaviour.” James looked quite abashed and I think Scott looked relieved he had kept his own mouth shut. This is the sort of silly remark, I know, that boys often make just to relieve a bit of embarrassment, but there’s no reason why they should pass on their embarrassment to others. James was quite a tall boy for his age and I could tell he fancied himself with the girls. There were two other boys there besides Scott. Christie has a younger brother of about six, Michael, while there was another boy of Scott’s age called Martin. Martin was an interesting boy, with short fair hair, green eyes, plenty of freckles and a very expressive face. He seemed a little like Scott in temperament, although he didn’t talk as much, and was clearly the sort of boy girls found quite attractive. After all the presents had been opened it was time for lunch. The food had just been loaded on to two large tables under a tree in the front garden, while the adults had a similar arrangement on the veranda, far enough away not to be bothered by the likes of us. Marina kept a benevolent eye on the food as we all tucked into potato crisps, savouries, pies and pastries on the whole. In between coming for extra helpings, the children sat or lay in groups on the grass, under the trees. I could see my sister Jenny with one group, sitting with legs crossed, her rather tight back skirt up around her thighs, and her rather baggy white panties in full view as she talked with her friends. Not that this would bother her at all, and her friends didn’t seem to notice. I continued to move around, getting to know the children. The noisiest group was dominated by a rather bossy girl named Hilda. She was quite big for her age, with short dark hair, and a real extravert. She had a true extravert’s disregard for her skirt, sitting with one knee up and her dark blue panties clearly exposed. Not my favourite - I find light colours much more attractive and exciting. She had a friend with her, a sweet-looking but naughty-looking little girl named Cassie. Cassie had light brown shoulder-length hair, blue eyes, a wide mouth and a round face, and was very talkative and giggly. She was very full of herself, but there was something more attractive about her than Hilda. She sat with her legs crossed, leaning over her knees and talking loudly and excitedly a lot of the time. She wore a tan-coloured top and skirt, and as she fell over Hilda in a burst of laughter I caught a glimpse of bright white panties underneath. She was not fat but she did have quite a large, round bottom, well covered by her large pair of cotton panties. Jenny told me that she had only just come out from England, and certainly she had that pale skin with fresh rosy cheeks that English children often have. She also spoke with a very English accent. Children coming out from England generally lose that within a few months and fit in with the peculiar type of accent, a muddy mixture of the lot, that we use over here. Two especially nice girls were Sally and Tammy, two quiet sensible girls who were good talkers and quickly became attached to me. I had known them before as friends of Jenny’s. Sally was very pretty, with big blue eyes and long fair hair tied back in a ponytail. She wore a little dress with a white top and a purple skirt that was certainly too short, as it exposed her dainty white panties covering her little round bottom every time she bent over. Tammy was a little taller, with light brown hair straggling rather untidily around her face and deep blue eyes. She seemed more mature than Sally, and from the way she looked and smiled at me, it was clear she was making eyes at me – but in a strangely charming way. She was dressed a little more like a ten-year-old, wearing a lime green skirt, quite tight, and top. We were still talking when Marina blew the whistle for the first game. She had charmed quite a number of the parents, mostly mothers, into playing this game. It was a travel game. Each of us leaders and the parents taking part took on the name of a country in Europe. I was Hungary. We had to hide ourselves anywhere in the garden over the next five minutes while Marina kept the children occupied and explained the game to them. Each child was to be given a card with the names of all the countries concerned on it, in a different order, about twelve of them. They had to discover where the leaders were hiding and ask if they were the first country on the list - for example, “Are you France?” If so, we were to sign next to France; if not, the child had to run around until she found France, got the correct signature and then went on to the next country on her list. We had been well primed by Marina to sign only for the top unsigned country on each list and to answer only one question per visit. The winner would be the first child to complete the card correctly. Marina led the children round the corner by the veranda while we leaders hid. Most of the mums, I suspected, would be too lazy to hide anywhere very far away, but I decided to be more challenging. I took off for the far corner of the garden, and the building site for the new cottage soon caught my eye. There were piles of building materials around, and deep trenches had been dug for the foundations, with heaps of soil on either side. I thought this would be a good place to hide. I was just climbing down into a trench when I heard Marina’s warning whistle, followed by the excited yells of the children, numbering just over twenty I think, as they ran around to begin their search. When I sat in the trench, the top of it was just above the level of my head, but the piles of soil on either side would stop me from being found too easily. I sat in silence for three or four minutes, hearing the sound of children searching coming slowly nearer. I wondered if I had perhaps made my hiding place too difficult, but I figured out that once one girl had found me, there would soon be a stream of them, as they would be unable to keep any secrets about where leaders were hidden, even to their rivals. I could already hear their voices reporting to each other, and I wondered who would find me first. (To be continued) CHRISTIE’S PARTY (CHAPTER 2) I heard a loud scrabbling of soil behind me, and turned to the right to see a rather surprised Scott on the top of the pile, looking down at me and clutching the hem of his blue shorts. “Oh, you’re here,” he announced. Then he looked at his sheet and asked, “Are you – er – are you – Greece?” “Nope,” I told him. It was clear he had something else on his mind rather than a search for a leader. I could guess, and I was right. Scott scrambled down the pile of soil and hopped over to the far side. He moved about three metres away and stood on top of the pile on that side. “I need a pissy-wissy,” he explained, his hand reaching inside his shorts. “Well, make sure you don’t do it on my footy-wooty,” I warned him as he pulled out his little pinkish-white penis and pulled back the foreskin, the little pink wrinkled testicles hanging down underneath. “No, I won’t,” he assured me, letting fly. He directed the stream of urine at a large rock on top of the heap. It sprayed off in all directions, and I could feel the light spray on my legs two metres away. “Hey, stop that!” I snapped, moving my legs, grabbing a small stone with my hand and tossing it at him. I didn’t actually mean to hit him, but it struck him on the hand that was pulling his shorts to one side. He gave a yelp and let go. “Oh, yuch, Roy!” he exclaimed, glaring at me, with urine dripping from his hands and the corner of his shorts and down his leg, as he had been unable to stop urinating in time. “Now I’ve got piss all over me.” “I told you not on my legs,” I snapped at him, wiping myself. “Now move back and keep your distance if you can’t shoot properly.” Muttering, Scott moved back a metre or so, wiped his hands on his shorts, wiped his leg dry, pulled out his penis again and continued to relieve himself. I was just wondering if anybody had heard him yell and would be attracted by the noise when I heard some more scrabbling behind me, to my left. I heard an exclamation of surprise and shock, “Scott!” Looking up, I saw Christie standing there, her composure lost temporarily as she encountered the unexpected sight of Scott exercising his penis. Scott himself wasn’t bothered. “Hi, Christie,” he greeted her, shaking the last drops off his penis, as carelessly as if he had been drinking a glass of water instead of excreting it. “Sorry, Scott, I didn’t mean to see you . . er . .” Christie began, and then stopped. “I don’t mind,” he assured her, replacing the foreskin slowly and giving his penis a pull before returning it to shelter. “I don’t mind you seeing my wee. I trust you. I think it’s good for people to trust each other.” He was in a rather stilted way repeating some of the philosophies I had shared with him, and no doubt deliberately dropping a hint or two in the hope that Christie would respond in kind. It did sound very artificial, though, and I was afraid Christie might think he had set it up deliberately. Christie stood there for a moment, still startled but trying not to look it. As she was standing above the level of my head, I could see part of the way up her skirt, but not right to the top. Then she remembered why she had come, and turned to look down at me. “Roy, are you Hungary?” she asked with a sweet smile. I smiled back. “Yes, very,” I answered, holding up a hand for her card. “May I have another hamburger, please?” Christie giggled charmingly at my silly joke and then squatted down to hand me her card. As she was on a slope, she had to spread her feet wide to keep her balance. I suddenly saw her right foot planted on the edge of the trench just above my eye level and her left leg halfway up the slope. In between was her skirt, and up that I had a brilliant vision of her bent knees, her thighs, and at the top her light blue panties. There was a little lining of lace around the legs, and a line of tiny white frills along the top of the gusset. Her panties were quite tight around the crotch, indicating I thought quite a prominent mound. “Where do I sign?” I asked, stalling for time while I drank in the vision and quite aware that Scott was scrambling around behind me to get a ringside seat. She showed me, I signed slowly, she thanked me sweetly and then departed. I looked across the trench at Scott. His face was red and he was clutching his penis through his shorts. “Wow!” he gasped. “Did you see that?” “See what?” I grinned. “Those panties,” he breathed in awe. He pulled himself together a bit. “I did see them before once,” he told me. “It was at school during lunch. She sat down at the table with her legs under the table. Then, when nobody could see, she opened her legs and put her hand inside her panties right between her legs and scratched herself. She had white panties then, but I couldn’t see inside. Wow! Willy went all stiff and I wet my pants.” He stuck out his penis for a moment and looked at it. Yes, it was sticking stiffly forward. He cradled it with a dreamy smile on his face. “If she did it under the table where nobody could see, how did you manage to see, then?” I asked him. “I was – er – I was – just looking for something,” he muttered, quite unconvincingly. Then he said, “I’d better be going and finding some more countries,” and trotted off quickly. A moment later a girl named Naomi arrived. She had a smooth, pretty oval face with blue eyes, a beautiful toothy smile and a long ponytail down to the small of her back, a lovely quiet girl. She was wearing a red dress that really might have fitted a six-year-old better. She stood on the top of the rubble, her skirt spreading out around her so I could see her pretty white panties right up to her bellybutton, and asked me if I was Portugal. Visitors came slowly at first, as few of the children had ventured that far into the back of the garden. Scott came back, as he was entitled to do, to see if I was Italy. After a few minutes I was surprised to see Christie scrambling over the top of the rubble again. “I’ve brought you your hamburger,” she smiled, crouching to give it to me in just the same way as before, giving me a full view of those lovely light blue panties just above my head. I thanked her in surprise. “Hey, that’s great,” I said. “You must allow me to give you a birthday kiss for that,” I teased her. She thought for a moment and then said, “All right.” I stood up and she leaned forward so I could plant a kiss on her cheek. As she did so, the rubble slid under her feet and she began to slip. Instantly I caught her in my arms at the edge of the trench. For a moment her body was pressed against mine, and I could feel her firmly against my chest, although I could not identify those breasts Scott was so excited about. “Wow, this is better than I thought,” I laughed, as I helped her back on to the side of the trench again, one arm round her waist. I leaned forward and kissed her gently on the cheek. “A very happy birthday to a delightful girl,” I wished her. “I hope Scott isn’t watching.” “Why not?” she asked, looking at me with her wide, innocent eyes. “He would be very jealous,” I explained. “He likes you very much.” Christie looked amazed. “Does he? How do you know?” she asked. “He tells me. He often talks about you,” I replied, without mentioning which parts of her Scott liked to talk about the most. “I think if I was a bit younger, I’d be chasing you myself.” Christie smiled warmly at me with her head on one side. “We can still be friends,” she assured me, then leaned forward to give me a kiss on the cheek. “But I like Scott. He’s funny.” She left, while I still glowed with warmth inside. A very composed little girl, but that lovely display of her panties showed she was human and ever so lovely, and that kiss really won my heart. I had certainly chosen a good place to hide! I was to see a lot more underwear from my position during the next half-hour. Sally and Tammy were soon visiting me, with Sally scrambling down into the trench next to me with much display of her dainty little panties and leaning affectionately against me to ask the question. Tammy crouched rather as Christie had done, showing she was wearing quite bright yellow panties. Lesley scrambled over to the far side and sat down facing me, legs apart and bright eyes sparkling. Felicity was wearing silky pale violet-coloured panties, but not as revealing as those she had given to Christie. Hilda dashed in and out, demanding rather than requesting a signature and getting rather annoyed when I refused to sign until she deigned to use the word `please’. Cassie arrived some time later and seemed a rather nicer girl without the company of Hilda, squatting on the far side of the trench while I signed and revealing her large pair of white panties. A little girl named Lizzie, with dark brown hair, blue eyes and a wide smile, kept coming again and again by the time she finally reached Hungary at the bottom of her list. She wore a bright green striped dress with rather rough-looking, flannelled white panties underneath. By the time I had signed her card the game was almost over. After a few more minutes, with few visitors because most of the children had finished, I heard Marina blow two long blasts on her whistle, the sign that the game was over and all the leaders could come back now. I made my way back, to be met on the way by Sally and Tammy, who were coming to look for me. I was rather disappointed to find that Hilda had won. Presumably she had gone charging around with real determination instead of stopping for a chat like most of the others had done. James was second and Martin, with the slow wide grin, third, so the boys hadn’t done too badly. I noticed one girl standing there quietly with tears in her eyes. This was Alex, a dark thin girl with large brown eyes and a pink dress. I realised that she had not come to me for a signature at all. I knelt down next to her, slid an arm round her waist and asked, “What’s the matter, Alex?” She showed me her card, with only three signatures on it before the name Hungary, which was blank. “I didn’t know where you were,” she sniffed, a tear running down one cheek. She looked rather scared and helpless, so I warmed to her. “I was right down at the building site for the new cottage,” I told her. “I’m so sorry you couldn’t find me. I suppose it was pretty difficult. Look, don’t worry – I’ll look after you this afternoon from now on. All right?” She gave a watery smile and nodded her head. After the game everybody was hot and sticky, so Marina announced we would have our swim in the pool next, news that was greeted with great enthusiasm. As the family have the misfortune not to be naturists, there were changing rooms at the pool for us to use. I am very unused to wearing swimming costumes. Instead of my regular school costume, I brought along my spare, which I had not worn for nearly a year. I had not given it a thought, but I soon found it did not fit me any more. I really struggled to put it on and then fit my penis inside. The material was thin but not transparent. It did not cover my bottom properly at the top and my penis bulged clearly at the front. It was with great difficulty that I pulled it far enough up at the front to tuck it all in, otherwise I would have gone round with my foreskin and prepuce sticking out at the top. Scott also had his problems. He had forgotten his costume. “Please let me borrow yours, Roy,” he asked me, standing there in his little blue underpants. “Marina won’t let me swim in my skin. Even though Christie saw my piss for the first time today,” he added proudly. “Swim in your underpants, then,” I told him, as he pulled down the front to check his penis was still there. “She may not let me do that either,” he moaned. “Well, run and jump into the pool so quickly that she can’t stop you,” I grinned. “Then it will be too late to keep them dry.” “All right,” Scott grinned. “Open the door for me.” I opened the changing room door and stood back. Scott raced through it like a pink flash, gave a blood-curdling yell, and plunged straight into the pool, which was only a few metres away. He dived in and thrashed his way to the other side, swimming at full speed. Several girls were in the pool already. I followed him out and looked for Marina. As I did so, a communal scream of shocked laughter caused me to whip round to see what was happening. I was just in time to see Scott bending half in and half out of the far side of the pool as he tried to scramble out, his back towards me. Somewhere on his journey his underpants had gone missing. His bare white bottom was exposed and it was possible to catch a glimpse of his testicles between his legs at the back. He gave a sheepish grin and slipped back into the pool to find the errant garment. But Scott was not to be abashed by the commotion he had caused, which I’m sure was accidental this time. “Where are they?” he demanded, in feigned indignation. “Cassie, did you pull them off?” Cassie, in the middle of the pool wearing a tiny bikini, shook her head, laughing, and exclaimed “No!” indignantly. Then I saw another girl, Diana by name, a pale-skinned, rather plain girl with freckles, ducking underwater and coming up with Scott’s underpants. Laughing, she handed them to him. “Oh, you stole them, did you?” accused Scott in a loud voice, still showing off. He put them on underwater, under the gaze of all the others, grinning all the time. “Scott, where is your costume?” demanded Marina, not best pleased with her younger brother. “You can’t swim in your underpants.” “Well, they’re wet now, so I might as well,” he protested. “I forgot my costume.” Christie came up, wearing a modest two-piece bathing suit. Her top bulged slightly, but not as much as Scott had led me to believe. “I can help, Marina,” she offered. “Scott can borrow my spare costume. It’s in two parts, Scott, so you only have to wear the bottom part.” “I can’t wear a girl’s costume,” protested Scott, climbing out of the pool. Again his underpants slid down to expose part of his bottom, and he had to pull them up again. “Don’t worry, Scott, it’ll look like a boy’s costume,” she assured him, smiling at him. “Please come.” She hooked her arm gently through his to lead him to the house. Scott melted and followed her, a sheepish grin on his face. “So I changed into her costume right in her bedroom,” he told me excitedly later. “She was there, but she went out quickly so she didn’t see my piss again.” He pulled at the crotch of Christie’s blue costume bottom. “My piss is touching the place now where she touches it with her wee.” “No, it isn’t, because you’re wearing it back to front,” I grinned. As one of the helpers, I had to spend most of my time supervising rather than actually swimming. Although girls in this country up to the age of about ten generally wear swimsuits without tops, the English school is rather more primitive. Of course, for school swimming even the youngest girls have to wear full costumes, an attitude which also affects their non-school costumes. The only girls to go topless here were my sister Jenny and little Pippi, who is part Swedish. Both of course have flat chests. Most of the others wore bikinis, many of them very tiny. It is most unusual for Shelley to wear a top to a costume – or a costume at all, if she can help it. But since her breasts developed little points a few months ago, her mother has insisted that she wear a top in public, much to Shelley’s disgust. She is very proud of her pointed little nipples. On this occasion she was wearing the smallest bikini top she could find. Typically, she wore it loosely, so that it kept coming down when she was swimming and getting out of the pool. I had great fun with the children from the side of the pool. The boys always enjoyed being thrown in, and so did many of the girls, although not Christie. I always took care to be gentle with them, picking them up carefully and tossing them very gently. Every now and then some of them would try to push me in, giggling as they did so, sometimes succeeding if they caught me off guard as I was throwing another of them in. The water I found was cold, the pool having just been filled so it had not yet had time to heat up in the sun. It was very tiring, and I was quite relieved when Marina finally blew the whistle and sent them all to get changed. I stayed to see that the pool was cleared and everybody had gone to the changing rooms, and then went off to the boys’ changing room myself. I found the four boys standing round in a circle naked, inspecting each other’s penises. Scott’s was small, but it was still considerably larger than that of Christie’s brother Michael. He had been circumcised, and the cold water seemed to have shrivelled up what was left until it was no more than a tiny purple blob sticking out with a tight little bag of testicles underneath. James had rather a stringy penis of normal size, but it had one unusual characteristic, being bent in the middle. It emerged from his body, thin and stringy, at an angle of almost 45 degrees, but then in the middle it bent downwards quite sharply. Martin’s penis was quite impressive. I would have imagined, had I thought about it, that a sweet little boy like Martin would have had a sweet little penis like Scott’s. But no, this boy with the slow, cheeky grin had quite a long strong penis hanging down between his legs. He looked at me proudly, his green eyes shining. “Hey, Roy, look at Martin’s piss. Take your costume off and show us yours,” Scott encouraged me. “I think Martin’s is as long as yours.” Martin glowed with pride. “No beauty contests, thanks,” I declined, struggling to get out of my tight costume. “Size isn’t important.” “Hey, look at Roy’s hairy chop,” James chipped in. Scott came to my defence. “What about James’ piss?” he asked. “It’s all bent in the middle.” He giggled in a silly way. “Hey, James, what did you do to bend your piss? Did you drop the toilet lid on it?” “No, it got bent when I poked Christie last night,” grinned James. Scott went red in the face and I thought he was going to explode. I came in quickly. “James, don’t you dare speak so rudely about a girl, especially one like Christie,” I bellowed at him. He went pale and looked away. “I don’t like the way you talk anyway. Cut it out.” He did not stay quiet for long, though. “Hey, Martin, turn round and touch your toes,” he instructed. Martin obeyed. James bent down and deliberately looked between his legs, Scott also bending in curiosity to have a look. Martin’s testicles hung down in a triangular shape, and beyond it the back of his penis could clearly be seen. “Look at that chop,” laughed James, bending over and reaching out a hand between Martin’s legs and giving his penis a pull. Martin straightened up and turned round, an embarrassed grin on his face. Then James gave a yelp, as the widely grinning Scott put his own hand through James’ legs and pulled his penis too. “That’s enough of that,” I snapped at them both, just as James made a grab for Scott’s penis. We did not want a penis-pulling competition. Scott stood there grinning, hands placed protectively over his penis and thighs together protectively. As we dressed, Scott without his wet underpants, I heard him talking to Michael. “Hey, Michael, have you ever seen Christie without her clothes on?” he asked him. Michael nodded his head gravely. “Where?” Scott wanted to know. Michael seemed to have the same sort of composure as Christie. I was sure he had no idea at all why Scott was asking him such weird questions, but he just kept the same impassive look on his face. “In the shower,” he answered eventually. “What’s she look like up here?” Scott asked him excitedly, rubbing his hand round his chest area. Getting no response, he tried again. “Is she big? Does she stick out like this?” He tried to trace with his finger the shape of a fully-grown breast. But Michael was out of his depth. At that age most children have no real concept of nakedness at all. In the end he just answered, “I don’t know,” and that was all Scott could get out of him. When dressed, we went outside again where Marina had organised some more games. The next one was Pass the Parcel, so we sat the children round in a large circle. With her usual imagination, Marina had three parcels going at once, which added to the fun. We had not been playing long when the little Alex, with the big brown eyes, stood up and reached up to whisper in my ear. “Roy,” she said, sounding very worried. “Scott has something coming out of his shorts.” I looked across the circle to Scott. He was sitting there with his legs crossed, and it was very easy to see up his right trouser leg. His little penis and tiny pink right testicle were clearly visible. “He had to take his underpants off because they were wet,” I explained quietly to Alex. “But it doesn’t matter.” By the expression on Alex’s face, it seemed she thought it did matter, but she sat down again quietly. Hilda was less polite later on when they were sitting again, with Scott’s penis peeping around the corner of his shorts. “Hey, Scott, zip up your shorts,” she giggled. “Your pissie is running away.” Scott fought fire with fire, making no effort to tuck his penis in again. “He’s running away from you,” he told her. “He doesn’t like dark blue panties.” For once Hilda was speechless. There is not much to report about the rest of the party, except that we all had a great time and even I felt tired by the end of it. At six o’clock it was time for us boys to leave the girls to their slumber party. Marina’s parents came to collect her for their weekend trip and everyone complimented her on the wonderful job she had done. Then her parents dropped myself and Scott, along with his suitcase, off at my house for the weekend. Before leaving, Scott and I went to Christie personally and thanked her very much for the invitation. “You’re welcome, Roy,” she said to me first, giving me a warm hug. Then she turned to Scott behind me and gave him a big kiss on the cheek. Perhaps my comments to her about him had brought that on. I have never seen anybody go as red as Scott did at that moment. So ended a wonderful party. Or so we thought. We never expected to be involved with them again, especially as Scott no longer seemed to be part of this world. All through dinner he just sat there, staring into space with an angelic smile on his face, and it was not difficult to guess what he was still thinking of. When the telephone rang at about nine o’clock neither of us was expecting it. (To be continued) CHRISTIE’S PARTY (CHAPTER 3) Once Scott had awoken from his daydreams, he could not stop talking – about Christie. At about nine o’clock we were sitting on our beds in my bedroom upstairs supposedly watching television, but instead I was listening to Scott telling me all he knew about Christie and about how wonderful she was. That kiss had certainly sent Cupid’s arrow through his heart. He had been so besotted that he had eaten little dinner, explaining it away to my parents by telling them that he had overindulged at the party. I had eaten as usual and also had a couple of glasses of wine. I certainly wasn’t drunk, but in view of what happened later I do think it affected my judgement a little. Suddenly my mother called up the stairs to tell me that Shelley was on the phone and wanted to talk to me. I went out on to the landing to use the extension. “Hello, Shelley?” I began. “Hello, Roy,” came Shelley’s voice, sounding very anxious. “We’ve got big trouble here. I’m trying to get the girls to sleep and all they do is make a massive noise and play around. They won’t do anything I tell them. And Wanda’s useless.” I was sure it wasn’t as bad as all that - I was used to Shelley getting flustered when there were problems with anything. “After all they did at the party they should be getting very tired soon,” I assured her. “No, they’re not,” she said. “After you left we watched a video for a while and most of them went to sleep. Then they woke up later and don’t want to go to sleep again.” “Well, best tell Christie’s parents, then,” I advised her. “They’re in charge, really. Haven’t they heard the noise?” “They’ve gone out to a dinner and a dance,” complained Shelley. “They gave me a mobile phone to use if I needed them, but I can’t very well phone them for that, so I phoned you instead. Please come and help. They’ll listen to you.” I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe that any parent could be so irresponsible as to go out for an evening and leave behind a large group of girls with only two twelve-year-olds in charge. I knew the place was hedged, walled and gated, with a local security guard on duty, but there was still a lot that could happen in that sort of situation. “Okay, I’ll be right over,” I told her. “Give me a few minutes.” Quickly I told Scott what had happened, although he had already got the idea. “I’m coming too,” he declared. I would rather have gone without him, but I couldn’t very well refuse in these circumstances. With Christie involved, he would never have forgiven me anyway. We went downstairs to say goodnight to my parents, as if we were tired and needed to get to bed. Then we went back upstairs to my bedroom. We could get outside by climbing along a ledge and down a drainpipe. Quickly I slipped through the window. Scott reminded me of something I had forgotten, although I’m sure I’d have remembered by the time I reached the lighted street. “Hey, Roy,” he giggled. “Are we going to visit the girls with our wee-wees sticking out?” I nipped back inside and hauled on my shorts, and so did he. I was naturally unclothed in the hot evening, and Scott had joined me only too eagerly. “I don’t mind the girls seeing my piss,” Scott told me as we scuttled across the lawn towards our gate. Well, that had been quite clear already. We live about half a kilometre from Christie’s house, in a well-lit area where many houses have security guards, so we had no worries about walking, or rather jogging, there. Friday night is also big party time in our area, so there were plenty of people around and a minor disturbance like twenty girls rioting would not have troubled the neighbours unduly, if they even noticed it. I was a little worried about whether we would be able to enter Christie’s property, but there was no problem: her family’s security guard recognised me and was quite happy to let us in again without question. This made me rather doubtful as to his competence, but I couldn’t complain as if he had been doing his job properly we would have had a problem. We made our way down the drive, past the house and towards the marquee, which we could see clearly at the bottom end of the garden. It had been rigged up with electric lights, but all the sides had been pulled down so we couldn’t see inside. As we came closer we could hear shrieks, laughter and other noises such as are usually associated with boys rather than girls. Shelley was standing half in and half out of the tent at one side, waiting for us, wearing only her delightful white panties. A light almost above her made her little pointed breasts cast long weird-looking shadows down her stomach. It was a good thing she was there, as it would have been difficult otherwise to find the entrance. “Thank goodness you’ve come,” said Shelley straight away. “I can’t do anything with them, so please get in and stop them.” “After sleeping earlier on, I don’t think we can force them to go to bed yet,” I said. “Perhaps with a bit more fun we can tire them out again.” “Well, you’re welcome to do whatever you want, as long as I don’t have to try any more,” Shelley told me in annoyance, pulling aside the flap so we could go in. We entered. I could hear Scott, just behind me, say in astonishment, “Wow!” It was a chaotic scene rather like an orgy. Because of the heat, the girls had all taken their clothes off except for their panties, apart from Wanda. She was sitting on a chair at the far side, leaning back and looking beautiful in a weak kind of way, and quite helpless. Her legs were apart and her very soft white panties were visible. Otherwise, half-naked girls were running all over the place. Many were chasing each other round and round, shrieking with laughter. My sister Jenny and Diana had their panties pulled down over their bottoms, although still pulled up at the front enough to cover the lower part of their groins. I followed Scott’s eyes, and found he had spotted Christie already, skipping in the far corner with Naomi and Lizzie turning the rope. Christie was wearing those light blue panties still, and she was also the only girl there, as far as I could see, to be wearing a top. It was not exactly a bra but more like a half-vest or large bikini, coming to a halt just under her breasts. It swelled slightly at the top, but not a great deal. It took about two seconds for us to be noticed. Then a girl called Shirley, with short curly blonde hair, a freckled face, a wide smile and baggy white panties, almost ran into me as she was being chased. She stopped and screamed, then screamed again. The horror in her voice turned others to look in our direction, and then many of them started screaming as well. Diana, her pale face a guilty red, pulled up the back of her panties quickly. Many of the girls grabbed for scattered clothes to cover their panties or flat chests and many of them backed away towards the corners, some still screaming. “I told you I’d send for Roy if you weren’t quiet,” crowed Shelley triumphantly. The girls now stood quietly, looking very guilty and sure they would be in trouble with me as I looked sternly round at them all. Even Christie, making no effort to cover her underwear, stood silently, looking rather worried. I heard Hilda’s voice in the comparative silence. “Roy and Scott saw your bum, Diana,” she gloated. Diana turned her face away, looking very embarrassed. “Hilda, what does that matter?” I asked her mildly. “Girls, you’re not in trouble, but you need to listen a bit more to Shelley. This is a party. If you want to play in your panties or in your bare skins, that’s quite all right – you’re in private here.” Many of the girls, relieved, dropped the clothes and other things they had been using to cover their panties. But I heard Felicity say, “Boys shouldn’t be seeing girls’ panties.” “I don’t mind,” piped up Lesley, standing there in the middle of the floor with her flat chest, unashamed of her white panties. “Nor do I,” put in Christie, and everybody turned to look at her. “They’re not going to laugh at us. Roy, thank you for coming.” There was a scuffle in the far corner. There was a pretty little girl with short fair curly hair and a lovely oval face, called Ashleigh, who was clearly still shy, as she stood there trying to cover herself with the red dress she had been wearing all afternoon. Cassie pulled away the dress suddenly, and Ashleigh let out a wail, doubling up to try to hide herself and her soft white panties. “Cassie, that’s enough,” I snapped. “Give back her dress.” Cassie did so, rather sulkily. “If anybody is shy, that’s all right. Ashleigh, you can get dressed again if you want. I understand. But I’m really glad to see so many of you here who trust me, and that makes me feel very good. Thank you very much.” I smiled round at them. Putting it like that made it more difficult for any of them to get dressed, and I noticed Ashleigh held her dress less close to her than she had done before. “We’re not equal, though,” shouted out Hilda. “We’re in our panties, but you two are still wearing your shorts.” “You must take your shorts off so that you’ll be equal with us,” demanded Cassie teasingly, no doubt to try to put us on the spot but probably sure that we would not do so. Scott suddenly burst out with a daring but typical piece of play-acting in fun. He thrust his legs apart, clenched his fists, ground his teeth and glared round at them, looking like a monster from space. “Come and make me!” he snarled, growling in fun. Some of the girls squealed, while some giggled and took a couple of steps towards him, but then stopped, afraid to take it any further, even though they recognised it was done in fun. Hilda rose to the occasion. “Come on, girls, he told us to make him!” she called out, a huge grin on her face. “Come on, Cassie!” Obediently Cassie came forward, and the two of them converged on Scott from either side, a little cautiously at first. Scott snarled and continued his monster act, though knowing full well what was in store for him. If I had not had that wine to drink, I think I would have cooled things down here. I knew, but the girls didn’t, that neither of us was wearing underpants. It would have been wise to avoid the scenes that followed, which could have caused such trouble with adults. But I think my judgement was a little impaired, and when Cassie looked rather furtively at me to see my reaction, I just laughed and said, “Take him, then, girls, if that’s what he wants!” Hilda and Cassie took an arm each, both giggling. Scott had not been drinking any wine – he didn’t need any to behave like that - but he was fully prepared to play out his part. He snarled and struggled, but not too hard. “Come on, girls, help!” laughed Hilda. Slowly some of the other girls came forward. Diana grabbed a leg and pulled, but not too hard. Felicity and Lesley came and grabbed the other leg. While Scott still pretended to struggle and roared in mock rage, they slowly lowered him to the ground on to his back, where he kicked his legs in the air. Looking for Christie, I saw her about three metres away from Scott, one hand to her mouth and looking rather concerned lest he be hurt. “Pull his shorts off now!” commanded Hilda. None of the others seemed quite prepared to go that far. “Diana, pull his shorts off,” she ordered. Diana weakly tugged at Scott’s shorts but did not have the courage to do any more than that. “I’ll do it!” called out Cassie, letting go of Scott’s right arm. “Hold him, Eleanor.” She fought her way round and grabbed hold of Scott’s shorts. “Come on, Diana, pull!” This gave Diana new courage, and the two of them slid Scott’s shorts down. First of all his groin became visible as his elastic shorts were pulled down over his bottom at the back, and then they were pulled down to the crotch, but with his penis still inside. At this point the girls suddenly realised that he was not wearing any underpants, and there was a universal scream of horror. But Cassie had gone too far to be stopped, and with a big heave she pulled his shorts right down to his knees, revealing Scott’s precious little private parts to the world. His little penis flopped about as he struggled, with the tiny wrinkled scrotum wobbling underneath. Now there was a real gasp and some genuine screams from the girls, some of them in shock and some in delight. Most of them put Scott down on the grassy floor in a hurry, flat on his back, while others stared in awe, hands clasped over mouths. Cassie finished the job by pulling Scott’s shorts off over his ankles and tossing them into a corner. “Ooh, I am stripped!” squealed Scott in a funny voice, pretending to be shy and curling up into a little ball on his back, hands in to cover his penis but with his testicles still sticking out through his bottom. “My piss has been discovered!” Then he pretended to faint, flopping on to his back again and stretching his limbs out in all directions, head back and tongue lolling out. Of course his penis was also lolling and he could not have given the girls a better view had he tried. I suspect he did. “Oh, Scott, what a sweet little baby wee-wee you have,” Diana mocked him. “I bet it’s bigger than anything you have,” responded Scott, reaching out a hand and catching hold of her panties at the side. She pulled away with a squeal, the top of her left groin just coming into view as she did so. Some of the girls didn’t want to see Scott’s penis and turned away. Others stared, fascinated. Christie came up in her top and panties and knelt down beside him. “Scott, are you all right?” she asked, worried. “Blrrgh!” spluttered Scott, waving his arms about and accidentally brushing Christie on the front of her vest, or whatever those things are called. At least, he could claim it was accidental. Then he staggered to his feet, leaning against Christie for support that I’m sure he didn’t need at all. Hilda turned a daring eye on me. “Roy, it’s your turn to take your shorts off,” she ordered, with a cheeky grin. Again, a word from me could have stopped all that followed, as the girls were not out of control and were certainly too nervous to attack me if I tried to stop them. But the wine had made me reckless. I gave a broad grin and asked her back, “Are you going to make me too?” I still think they would not have dared lay hands on me were it not for Shelley. Hilda led the charge again and the girls gathered round me, holding me by the arms, many of them smiling up at me in admiration. But none of them even touched my shorts. “Cassie, pull his pants down,” called out Hilda, passing the buck again. “I can’t,” replied Cassie, probably untruthfully, from the other side of me. “I’m holding him.” “Come on, somebody!” ordered Hilda, but nobody dared. “Roy, are you – do you have any underpantth on?” lisped Pippi, looking up at me apprehensively. “No, he doesn’t,” called out Scott, standing there naked with Christie. “Let me do it,” Shelley suddenly called out, grinning widely, coming over from the door where she had been standing all the while. She had perhaps been feeling rather as if she had been cast in the role of spoilsport and was keen to make a contribution. “Let me through, girls.” The girls dropped back as Shelley came through, and I think even those holding my arms let go. Shelley reached out mischievously to grab the elastic waist of my shorts and pulled down hard. “Shelley, don’t!” I heard from Christie, but it was too late. There was a collective gasp of shock as my penis came into view, and the girls involuntarily pulled back, staring in a mixture of horror, awe and embarrassment. I smiled round at them, stark naked now as I stepped out of my shorts. “Don’t worry, girls, it’s only a game and I don’t mind because we’re all naturists in our family. I trust you all. But, you know, we’re still not equal because you’re all wearing your panties and we have nothing. We should all be equal, shouldn’t we, Hilda?” I was deliberately trying to put Hilda on the spot now. There was a pause, and then Cassie shouted out in her English accent, “Well, you boys must pull the knickers off the girls, then!” There were squeals from the girls of some apprehension, and Scott quickly went back into monster mode, roaring and advancing menacingly towards some of them, fingers like claws as if ready to tear their panties from them. They screamed again and backed away quickly, some of them looking genuinely afraid. I quickly dropped a hand on Scott’s shoulder and told him to wait. “Listen, girls,” I called out above the noise, and they quietened down, most of them backed up against the far wall of the marquee. “This is only a game, but I know some of you will be too shy to play. That’s all right – we won’t touch you then. Those who are too shy to play, go and stand on that rug down the far end. That’s your safe ground there and we won’t touch you.” Down at the far end of the marquee there was a huge rug where the girls would be sleeping, enough room for all of them to fit if they wanted to be safe. There was a general stampede of girls down to the far end, some more quickly than others. Cassie’s `game’ was too much for most of them, and if my judgement had been normal I am sure I would not have dared consider allowing it. I counted slowly and loudly down from five to allow all those who wanted to reach safety. Almost all the girls scuttled on to the rug, many of them right to the back, clutching their hands over their loins in fear, and then turned to stare open-mouthed at what would happen next. By the time I had reached three, there were very few girls left in the middle. Shelley and my sister Jenny, both naturists, were quite unconcerned at the prospect of being stripped and were facing us with grins on both their faces. The only other girl still not in safety was Cassie, who was giggling and backing into a corner at the top end of the marquee, although she had a clear run to safety if she wanted it. Scott was looking with disappointment towards the rug, no doubt with Christie in mind. She too had taken refuge. When I reached the count of one, I whispered to Scott quickly, “Be gentle and let them escape if they want. You take Jenny.” Then I shouted out, “Zero!”, with squeals coming from the girls amassed on the rug. “Right, we are starting!” I shouted out, and Scott advanced towards the giggling Jenny in his monster pose. I looked towards Cassie, still giggling and dancing in a corner. “Let’s begin with the one who made up the idea!” I advanced towards her from the side, to chase her out of the corner but to leave a clear way for her to escape to the rug if she wished. She crouched there in her large pair of white panties, with her ample rounded bottom sticking out behind, grinning at me. Tiny breasts were just beginning to swell on her chest, with little rounded hills. I did chase her out of the corner, but she only ran round and into the corner behind me. Clearly, she really did want to be caught. I again gave her room to escape from this corner, but she didn’t take it. Wide mouth laughing, she almost ran into my arms instead of the wide-open space I had left for her. I grabbed her this time and swung her gently over on to her back as she laughed helplessly, legs kicking in a token gesture. I laid my hands on the waist of her panties, and she gave a sort of squeal, half-strangled in her helpless laughter as she lay back, eyes closed and wriggling. Deftly I pulled down on the panties, easing them over her large bottom and then down over her groin. Quite a large vagina came into view, a long deep black slit with soft rounded white flesh on either side. As I pulled her panties down her legs, she bent her knees and the bottom of her vagina blended with the crack in her bottom so it could hardly be seen where one stopped and the other began. She was still laughing and making no attempt to cover herself as I pulled her panties over her feet and threw them at her. She caught them against her chest and struggled to her feet, still laughing uncontrollably. Then she ran off towards the rug, where most of the other girls were standing in shocked silence. In the middle of the room, Scott was struggling with Jenny. He had his arms round her waist and hands holding the top of her panties but Shelley, with nothing else to do, had come half-heartedly to Jenny’s rescue and was pulling her by her legs. I grabbed hold of Shelley’s panties from the back and had them off over her bottom in a trice. She squealed and laughed, letting go of Jenny, and I completed the job. She stood there in her naked beauty, her little budding breasts pointing outwards and her soft, delicate, delightful vagina revealed. Scott was now able to finish the job on Jenny, without meeting much resistance, as she too was laughing. He had her on her back and pulled her panties off in a series of jerks, no doubt enjoying the sight of her little tight vagina – although of course he had seen it before. (To be continued) CHRISTIE’S PARTY (CHAPTER 4) I was just thinking with some regret that this was the end of the game when there was suddenly a blood-curdling yell almost in my ear, and a hand grabbed me round my waist as a girl swung past. It was Cassie, panties on again and eager for more. She danced away, laughing, and as I chased her she headed again for one of the corners, away from safety. Once more I chased her, to catch her without difficulty, and completed the job again. As she spun away, I saw Scott chasing Jenny, back in her panties, both laughing. Once obviously wasn’t enough for these girls. As Cassie headed for safety, temporarily naked once more, I saw Hilda, in her dark blue panties, come leaping out of safety towards her. I ran lightly towards them, always intending to let them escape if they wished, and sure enough when Hilda saw me she squealed and ran back on to the rug. I turned round to see what was happening behind me, and saw Shelley, Jenny and Scott all in a heap, laughing and having the time of their lives. A moment later came Cassie’s yell in my ear once more as she came scooting past me. Only this time she had Hilda in tow as well. I jogged after them both, and they immediately ran up the far end to trap themselves in a corner. I went after them, again leaving room for escape, and attacked Cassie first, as I knew she wanted it. I removed her panties for the third time with Hilda tugging on my arm, then I grabbed at Hilda. She backed away, but didn’t struggle too hard. I grabbed at the waistline of her panties and gave them a tug, then let go in case she didn’t really want stripping. She pushed forward at me with her arms, though, until I grabbed her again, knowing that she really did want the full treatment. I rolled her on to her back, then pulled her panties down. They slid off her well-rounded bottom, revealing a small but wide vagina half-hidden under a little bulge of flesh. She kicked, revealing the more reddish loose skin between her legs. Cassie fell on top of her and the two noisy naked girls rolled about, laughing. More girls were now beginning to venture off the rug, although it was mostly just flirting with danger by those who never intended to get caught. As I moved towards them, they quickly scampered back into safety again, giggling and squealing. I saw Diana give Ashleigh a push in the back that sent her staggering and falling, off the rug. “Ooh!” exclaimed Scott excitedly, scampering towards Ashleigh as she struggled to get up, an expression of alarm and hurt on her face. I stopped him quickly and shouted out, “None of that! Nobody pushes! Those who stay in are safe.” Ashleigh scrambled back, looking ready to cry and glaring at Diana. “Come on, Diana!” called out Cassie, grabbing her by the arm and trying to pull her off the rug. “No, you don’t!” I shouted. “You leave her in safety as well! Anybody who wants to be safe is allowed to.” Yet moments later, Cassie and Hilda were dancing round me again, begging to be caught, and with them was Diana as well, in her frilly white panties. I stripped the other two, as before, with Diana giggling in a silly way and pushing against me from the side with her body. So, as she wanted, off came her panties as well. She had freckles all down her back and front, but her little bottom was very white. So was her groin, with her small white vagina hiding away at the bottom. As I turned round, it was to see Lesley dancing away in front of me in her white panties. As I picked her up, she was so light and lovely. I held her in my arms as I gently pulled her panties off, revealing one of those cute little buttonhole vaginas, as I call them, with a little round bit at the top, almost like a buttonhole. She laughed up at me in admiration. Slowly more girls began to emerge from the rug, although most of them spent quite a bit of time running in and out before they finally plucked up the courage to allow me to catch them. Pippi, wearing tiny frilly little yellow panties, was next, squealing gently and grinning broadly as I grabbed her, pretended to spit out a mouthful of her unruly hair, and removed her panties to reveal a little vagina every bit as cute as I would have expected. Then came Eleanor, looking up at me with big green eyes and giggling gently. I took off her panties, rather worn-looking and an off-colour white, and found a small but fleshy vagina hidden at the bottom. In between some of the girls I had stripped earlier were coming back for more, and it was a tiring, though thrilling, business. I felt two hands grab hold of my arm, and I looked down to see Tammy’s sultry blue eyes and smiling face looking up at me hopefully. “You as well?” I asked, grabbing hold of her round her back but leaving room for escape if she wanted to. She didn’t. She was just beginning to develop breasts, with a chest that still suggested a muscular boy with rather wide nipples. I could feel the firmness of them pressed against my chest. Gently I rolled her over and pulled off her bright yellow panties, while she hardly struggled, gazing up at me lovingly. She had quite a long, wide vagina with the first signs of little pale brown fluff growing at the top of it. As I was bending over to pull Tammy’s panties over her ankles, I felt an arm round my neck. It was her friend Sally. I put my arms gently round her, although leaving room for possible escape, and whispered in her ear, “Got you!” She didn’t try to escape, but just clutched her hands together in front of her chest, looked up at me with her big blue eyes and whispered, “Please don’t put me down on the ground when you – do it.” With one arm round her, I gently pulled down her panties with my other hand. She had quite a large mound and a wide vagina for such a sweet little girl, but I love them all. I squeezed her gently, and she smiled and laid her head briefly on my shoulder. As I was crouched down, I felt somebody leap on to my back. Twisting round, I just managed to recognise Felicity, of the gentle violet panties. She had her arms tightly round my neck and was laughing in my ear. “Can’t get *my* panties off,” she challenged me. Gently but firmly, I reached back and wrapped an arm round her bare shoulders. Then I pulled her, giggling, up and over my shoulder, her head coming down past my chest and her body bent over my own shoulder. I took hold of her panties with one hand and very slowly slid her body forward out of them. She squealed but again did not object as her bottom slid out of her panties, then her legs, and she slithered past my penis as I landed her gently on her back on the grass. She lay there for a moment like a baby, legs wide open and her little black vagina slit parted slightly to reveal a darker pink inside. She laughed up at me as I dropped her panties on her chest. Then I became aware of Scott’s voice yelling, “Roy! Roy! Help!” I turned round to see him struggling with Christie, who had finally come out of safety. She was not squealing or laughing as so many of the others were, but smiling her smile, almost like the Mona Lisa, and not trying too hard to get away. Scott had managed to grab her under the arms, his own arms round her body immediately below her short vest, but he couldn’t drop her to the ground and complete the job. I came running over to help, suddenly excited myself and noticing Scott’s little penis was rock hard and pointing up towards Christie’s bottom, fortunately without any contact yet. I grabbed Christie’s legs and we laid her, still smiling gently, down on the ground. “You do the top and I’ll do the bottom,” I called to Scott. Eagerly, desperately, Scott put his fingers under Christie’s short vest and peeled it upwards. Two little mounds, like upside-down jellies but at a flatter angle, were revealed in the middle of her chest. Scrabbling and panting, Scott kept pulling, trying to be gentle at the same time as he pulled the vest off over her head. At the same time I gently slid off those soft blue panties. Scott was not the only one thrilled at last to see Christie in all her naked glory. Rather like Tammy, she looked mostly like a boy with a large chest, only with two little gently rounded bulges there and nipples a little wider and pinker than a boy’s. Down below her vagina was now exposed, on quite a prominent pubic mound, and I thought for a puzzled moment that it looked blurred. Then I saw the reason. Although only ten today, she was already growing some pubic hair, and little light wisps of it were beginning to spread down the sides of her vagina. Christie was certainly a sight to see as she lay there with her beautiful smile and her dignity still intact. She was certainly too much for Scott. He gave a kind of gurgle, desperately clutched his stiff little penis, and headed at full throttle for the door of the tent before he burst, pushing his way through the crowd of girls. With the two of us engaged together on the birthday girl, now in her birthday suit and loving it, the other girls had converged on the two of us. As I was bending over pulling Christie’s panties over her ankles, some tried to jump on my back. Then others grabbed my legs and pulled. I tried to move out of their way but overbalanced and fell to the ground. Instantly they were on me, grabbing my arms and legs and sitting on my chest. “Hey, not fair – we’re not equal any more!” I shouted, as they were all wearing their panties again in preparation for having them pulled off. I repeated my protest loudly. “Oh, all right, you can take my panties, then!” shouted Hilda, pulling hers off and throwing them in my face. “Yuch!” I exclaimed, shaking my head, pulling a face and pretending to spit them out of my mouth. There was laughter, and that was the signal for the other girls too to rip off their panties and throw them at my face. Most of them fell off, but a naked Diana gathered them up and rubbed them on to my face as I lay there pretty helplessly on my back. There was much laughter and shouting when Scott suddenly came in again. I could just see him through the crowd, staring goggle-eyed at all the naked girls in front of him. Then he suddenly called out, “Hey, Alice has still got her panties on,” and charged towards her. Alice had not been stripped before and had stayed firmly on the rug, but she had thoughtlessly abandoned her position to join in all the excitement. She gave a squeal of real fear as Scott came charging towards her and fled for her life before I could stop Scott. She headed straight for the door and ran outside, and in a flash Scott had followed her. “Quick, grab Scott before he catches Alice!” I yelled, remembering my promise to look after her. “Don’t let him get her!” It was my mistake to leave only a general order rather than nominate Shelley to do the job. Immediately the army of girls surrounding me scrambled for the door, pushing to get out, one or two of them getting knocked over and screaming, and all I could do was hope they managed to save the poor little Alice. Christie followed them out, still naked and looking worried, perhaps afraid Scott might get hurt. Suddenly I was left alone in the tent, although the yells and screams outside were very evident. But not quite alone, I discovered in a moment. I heard a noise and turned round, to find Wanda, Shelley’s helper who had stayed firmly on the rug and kept out of everything, walking towards me now with a shy smile on her face. “Careful, Wanda, I’m allowed to take your clothes if you leave the rug,” I smiled at her, although I had no intention of doing so. She seemed too quiet and timid, but quite attractive, with a pretty face, a little weak-looking, and wavy fair hair. But she smiled shyly at me again. “I don’t mind,” she said quietly as she came up to me, much to my surprise. Smiling into her eyes, I grabbed her gently by the shoulders, pulling at her pink floral top but still not believing she really wanted me to undress her. “Shall I really?” I asked. “All right,” she whispered. “But do it carefully.” I promised to be gentle. With a riot still in progress outside, I turned her round gently and began to unbutton her blouse, while she relaxed trustingly in my arms. I slid it off, to see a dainty white bra underneath. Gently I removed that, daringly brushing against her half-grown breasts with my hands as I did so. They were the Mount Fujiyama type, as I call them: flat gently-sloping mountainsides with tiny peaks at the top. I was surprised to see, in the electric lights, how white they were, almost a sickly white. I couldn’t believe they had ever seen the light of day before. Coming round to face her, I unbuttoned her white skirt at the side and slid it off, while she stood there and let me, but with an embarrassed smile on her face. That left just her silky white panties. I slid them down, trying to control my excitement and the activity going on between my legs. I almost gave a gasp of surprise when I uncovered a full dark mat of pubic hair, completely covering the vagina. For a timid twelve-year-old, she had achieved quite a growth and quite a state of puberty, and it was strange to see such dark hair on a girl who was fair of head. Wanda smiled timidly at me again. “Do I look – all right?” she asked, as if afraid her naked body might not measure up to my standards. “You look so beautiful,” I assured her sincerely, standing back to admire her. She took the inspection without flinching, although looking very shy still. Suddenly the noise became louder. A group of naked girls began pushing its way into the tent, dragging something roaring and struggling. That something was a very dirty-looking Scott. With a guilty start, I realised I should have been outside ensuring the safety of Alice. I was relieved when she came in at the back of the crowd, still wearing quite a large pair of white panties. She came over to me straight away, looking worried. “You all right, Alice?” I asked, holding out my arms to her. “I sent out the girls to rescue you.” “Yes,” she answered quietly, coming to lay her head against my chest, while I gently held her soft little body. Then she looked up at me with her big brown eyes. “Would you take my panties off for me, please?” she asked me. “I want you to do it.” I assured her truthfully that it would only be a pleasure. Kneeling down in front of her, I gently removed her panties, revealing a cute little vagina on quite a prominent mound. Then I put my arms round her waist and hugged her. The other girls were still torturing Scott. Shelley or Jenny had no doubt revealed the dark secret that he was ticklish, so they had him on his back on the ground and were tickling under his arms, his ribs and the soles of his feet while he shrieked with laughter, his little penis and minute testicles bobbing around helplessly as he writhed in their grasp and roared ferociously. I noticed many of those around Scott who could not get in were losing their enthusiasm and beginning to droop. Tiredness was at last catching up on them. Those in the thick of things gradually began to pull away, panting for breath. Even Scott seemed to be finding it difficult to keep up his wounded monster act. I could see that they would be ready for bed before long. I knew I needed to quieten them down first, and also that if they were allowed to think they would start to feel some embarrassment about their naked condition. “Whew!” I announced as the noise subsided. “It’s so hot in here. Let’s go outside for a while.” It was darker outside, so nakedness would be less of a problem. It would have been much cooler to roll up the sides of the marquee, but presumably the girls had rolled them down earlier so nobody – if anybody outside had been able to at all, which was unlikely – could see them in their panties. “Let’s go, everybody,” I said, leading the way. They began to follow me. Then I heard Hilda call out, “Hey, look, Wanda’s got her clothes off!” “That’s enough, Hilda,” I broke in straight away, very sharply, turning round and seeing Wanda looking most embarrassed at the back. By quick thinking, I quickly managed to take attention away from her. “Christie, does your pool have lights? I could do with a swim.” Eager noises from the girls suggested they could as well, as I heard Christie reply in the affirmative. I was tempted to shout, “Let’s go!” and race off with the girls to follow, but that could too easily become a disorderly riot when I needed to quieten them down. So I just led them quietly, finding Alice near me and taking her hand. Sally and Tammy almost immediately grabbed my other hand between them. I suddenly realised that the swimming pool gate should have been locked, which would have kept us out, but we arrived to find that Christie’s casual parents had not bothered or remembered. It was still very noisy around the area, with several parties going on elsewhere, so I was not worried about the girls making a big noise. I made the girls wait at the gate while Christie switched on the pool lights. They were brilliant, not only above the water but also underneath, so we could actually see the blue of the water and the bottom of the pool far more clearly than we could in daylight. “I’ll have to watch you while you swim, and Shelley and Wanda, please take it in turns to help me,” I said to them all. “So just let me jump in for a moment, and then you can come in when I say.” “I need a wee,” Hilda announced to the world, clutching her vagina. Many of the other girls suddenly bowed to peer pressure and crowded towards the toilets. Some had to wait. I saw Lesley squatting on the grass to one side, staring downwards, and could guess what she was doing. I dived into the pool, swam across and pulled myself out the other side. The water was brilliantly cool and refreshing, but perhaps too cold for them to want to stay in long. “Go, girls!” I called. With shrieks and screams of delight, those remaining jumped in. I kept at close eye on the swimming, finding it very easy with the underwater lights to be sure that everyone was safe. The numbers grew as girls returned from the toilet. After about a minute I heard Scott’s voice calling me urgently, “Roy! Come look!” I turned to see his face, beaming with an excited smile, looking at me from the top of a small flight of stairs disappearing into the ground just next to the shed where the pump and everything else was kept, a few metres from the end of the pool. I checked that Shelley was watching the swimmers and went over quickly and down the stairs to see what Scott had found. He was having the time of his life in a little room just under ground level, clutching a stiff penis and looking lasciviously at what he could see. This was an underwater viewing room, and with the underwater lights it was possible to see all the swimmers with tremendous clarity in the deep end through a large glass window. The first I saw come into view was Shirley, the lively little fair-haired girl with the big smile, whose panties I was not sure I remembered removing. In a host of bubbles she jumped in and sank to the bottom, legs kicking, facing towards us, and her large healthy vagina right in view. Then she kicked and shot up again. It was dark inside our little room and she would not have been able to see us. “That’s Shirley!” exclaimed Scott excitedly. “Ooh, look, is that Wanda? Look at all that hair! It’s all dark!” I could see Wanda, from the head down, treading water steadily, with her dark mass of pubic hair floating around and revealing just a trace of pink teenage vagina at the bottom. I felt my penis stiffen. Then Scott tried to speak, but all that came out was a strangled groan. Up above, at the surface of the water, Christie came into view, swimming gently towards us, almost doggy-paddle style. Her little budding breasts were lit up, and so clear was the picture that we could even see the little wispy pubic hairs slushing around as her vagina ploughed slowly through the water. It was impossible to have got a better view of her naked beauty, with those soft rounded little bulges above and the equally soft rounded contours below. Scott gasped again, and suddenly burst. Despite his efforts to stop it, liquid suddenly burst forth from his hard little penis and spattered against the glass. I could not enjoy the visions for too long as I had to ensure safety, but there were many more girls in our line of vision. I just had a glimpse of Cassie, fondling her wide vagina with her fingers, as I went upstairs again and turned back for another look, but she was now swimming away. I left Scott drooling, the most exciting moment of his young life. It was pretty memorable for me, too! As I expected, the girls did not stay in long. I sat on a bench by the pool watching them, and Naomi was the first to come out, smiling shyly at me and rubbing her tummy up and down above her tight little vagina, hardly visible between her legs. Still smiling, she slid sweetly on to my lap and put an arm round my neck. This brought out Sally, who quickly snuggled up on one side of me against my shoulder. Within a couple of minutes the pool was empty. Exhausted girls were spread out on the grass around me, most of them lying on their backs with their mounds pointing to the sky. “Roy, may we sleep here tonight?” murmured Eleanor, kneeling up next to me with her tight little vagina just in front of my eyes. “Can’t do that, I’m afraid,” I replied. “Christie’s parents will be coming back soon, so we’d better get back to the marquee.” There were groans from all around, but it did make the girls realise that they had better get back and do something about their naked state. They staggered to their feet, and I led the way back to the marquee. When we arrived, I said to them, “Better all change into your sleeping things now, get your beds set up and into them.” “We were all just going to sleep in our panties. It’s too hot for anything else,” said Christie. “I sleep in my bare naked bum,” Scott announced in his usual cultured way. “We’d better not do that because Christie’s mum and dad might see us if they come in,” said Shirley. “And girls, you’d better not let your parents know about the game we played,” giggled Hilda. There were murmurs of approval all around, as the girls realised we had been involved in something rather risky – if not risqué. “I want to sleep in some of those panties that Felicity bought Christie,” piped up Cassie. “Yes, let’s do that,” urged Diana. “Open them up, Christie.” Rather reluctantly, Christie took out the packet of four sets of very sexy panties, in very pale shades of pink, blue, green and yellow. “Christie, they’re your presents, so you choose first,” instructed Cassie. I could tell Christie did not want to wear them, but she is not the sort of girl to make waves, so with a rather sheepish smile she picked the blue pair. Cassie grabbed the pink ones, while Diana took the yellow and Lizzie the green. Amid renewed excitement they put them on. There were gasps and giggles from the other girls. “They’re see-through!” exclaimed Hilda. They were not quite, not altogether. Pink flesh could be seen through most of the panties, which were not much more than thongs, although with exaggerated frills around the edges. The gussets were made of slightly thicker material, though, but I thought I could just make out the dark outline of Christie’s vagina through the thin blue material. Cassie pressed her pair closely against the skin to see if her vagina was fully covered by the gusset. It was, just. The other girls gathered round the four, trying to decide for themselves how much they could see. “Pull it tight,” Hilda instructed Lizzie, who grabbed the waistline and pulled upwards. Hilda shone a torch on the crotch, and sure enough it was possible to see the clear outline of Lizzie’s rather big and fleshy vagina through the material. Scott was on hand, his big blue eyes staring. The girls squealed with delight but I told them that was enough. I spent several minutes supervising the laying out of sleeping bags, and the girls wriggled inside. Scott and I recovered our shorts and put them on. I stood up ready to put the lights out. “Roy, aren’t you going to give me a goodnight kiss?” called out Shelley from one end. I had forgotten about her. “Of course,” I smiled, walking over to where she was sitting up in bed. I sat down next to her, we wrapped our arms round each other and kissed gently as we have done so many times in our lives. “Roy, me!” I heard a plaintive cry from Tammy. Laughing, I went over to perform the same operation with her. Then requests came from all over. I went and did my pleasurable duty, while Scott stood over by the doorway, looking very jealous. Then my sister Jenny, whom you may remember had been Scott’s girlfriend about a year ago, suddenly called out, “Scott!”, spreading her arms wide to him. Scott looked quite startled. Then he broke into a big grin and went over to her, to give her a very eager and prolonged goodnight. Wanda lay in bed looking wistful, her growing breasts out under the sheet. I read her thoughts and knelt down next to her. “You as well?” I smiled. She nodded. I put my arms round her, feeling her breasts sticking firmly into my chest. Then she took my hands in hers and shook them gently. “Thank you for helping tonight,” she whispered, shaking my hands still. Perhaps it was completely accidental that my hands brushed against something light and fuzzy as she sat up in bed, holding my hands almost in her lap. She was not wearing any panties, and my knuckles had brushed against her full mat of dark pubic hair, causing me to jerk convulsively. By the time I had finished my round, many of the girls were asleep. Christie was sitting up in bed, her budding little breasts quite evident, and she gave me a very tender kiss, thanking me for everything, her blue eyes shining at me. Strangely, Scott seemed to be ignoring her now, and all he said was, “Goodnight, Christie and – and thanks for the party,” as I switched the lights off. I decided to wait for a few minutes in the dark to make sure the girls were all finally asleep before we left. I sat down on the ground by the door, and in a moment found Scott snuggling up to me, needing some attention. I scratched him behind the ears and put my arm around him. I was now beginning to feel rather worried that I had let the girls go too far that evening, and there would be trouble if anything leaked out. Even a mention that I had been there at all might prompt an investigation . . . He was just beginning to drop off to sleep, I think, when I heard Christie’s voice say sleepily, “I think that’s my mum and dad coming home.” I hadn’t heard anything, but suddenly thought I had better go. “Right, goodnight then,” I whispered, standing up and moving out through the flap, followed by Scott. “Are you going to talk to them?” asked Scott, sounding horrified at the thought. “Just for a moment,” I replied, thinking the best tactic would be to forestall any suggestions that I had furtively crept back in a secret visit to the girls, although I suddenly felt very nervous. “I’m going to hide,” muttered Scott. Sure enough, Christie had heard the gates opening, and Scott and I could see the headlights of the car coming down the drive. By the time Christie’s parents came out of the garage, I was there waiting for them, while Scott hid in the bushes. They started with surprise when I greeted them, especially her father, who seemed to have had rather more to drink than my two glasses of wine. “What are you doing here, Roy?” he challenged me. “I thought you had gone home.” “Shelley had problems with some of the girls misbehaving – not Christie, of course,” I told him firmly and rather daringly. “Since there was no adult on the property,” I said quite strongly, “she phoned me for help as she was afraid to disturb you when you were at a party or something. So I had to come round and help, because no adult had been left in charge.” “George, I told you we should have . . .” began Christie’s mother. Her father brushed her off and obviously wanted to get rid of me as soon as possible. “Right, well, we were only expecting to be out a very short time but we got badly delayed,” he said. “Thanks very much for your help then. I’ll explain to the other parents what happened – no need for you to say anything to them, just leave it to me. Goodnight, and thank you.” I set off down the drive, to be joined by a furtive Scott and let out by the security guard. I hoped I had got away with it, thanks to Christie’s father’s embarrassment, and thought he would support me were any questions to arise, in case I were to report why the girls were left without adult supervision. It seemed to have worked! Strangely, Scott has said little about Christie after that party, apart from describing in vivid technicolour what he had seen on the big cinema screen under the swimming pool. I suspect he had decided that Christie, beginning puberty already, is a little too mature for him. His curiosity was satisfied and he found that, though it was exciting and no doubt educational, it was a level or two above him. Instead, he has been round at our house more than ever recently, but it is no longer I whom he wants to see first! I think Jenny has forgiven him past indiscretions and that kiss has reawakened his interest in her. 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