Snapshots from Brookside
by Persephone

Three short stories of life in Brookside Village


1 Gretchen's Big Day

"Gretchen, come on! You'll be late for your own birthday party!!" Angela Beck urged as her daughter fumbled around with her new shoes.

"Mom, I'm almost ready, okay? Jeez!"

"Now don't be nervous, baby. Your big sister Heidi and I will be right there to help you with the reveal, if you need it."

"Mom! I think you're more nervous about this than I ever was - I've been looking forward to this since I was ten."

Three minutes later, Gretchen stepped out onto the garden patio where her father, grandparents and assorted friends were waiting eagerly. Many of the other teenage girls present, including her sister Heidi, were already completely, beautifully naked.

There was a rousing cheer, followed by a heartfelt, if poorly sung, rendition of "Happy Birthday" by the assembled guests. Gretchen's father and grandfather came forward to kiss her cheek, and her grandmother clasped her hands and smiled proudly from her wheelchair.

"Gretchen Maria Beck, your friends and family have come here today to celebrate your thirteenth birthday!" her father announced proudly, "the day our little girl officially becomes a beautiful young woman." Gretchen didn't know if she was supposed to bow or curtsy, so she just smiled happily at everyone as her father took her hand and helped her up onto a picnic table.

"My little babe, I don't have to tell you how proud I am, but I want everyone here to know that you've been the light of my life since you came into it thirteen years ago today. I know you've been waiting for this day almost as eagerly as I have, and I know your Gramps and I can't wait to see what a little beauty you've grown into. This is your thirteenth birthday - and this is Brookside Village. So without further ado, Gretchen, show everyone how beautiful you really are."

As she'd told her mother, Gretchen had been looking forward to this day since she was ten years old. To her that seemed like a lifetime, but now at long last she was a real teenager, she was really all grown-up, and she could finally be nude in public whenever she wanted. Her big sister Heidi was nude all the time, just like most of the girls in school. Now it was her turn to be noticed.

And this was going to be her very first grown up party, too. All her friends were there from last year at Brookside Elementary, plus her new friends from Tenyari Middle School. There was music and wine and alcohol, and best of all, BOYS! She sent out eight invitations, and all eight of them had shown up. Even Chuck Mayfield. She'd had a crush on him ever since third grade, but he never noticed her before. Today he would.

Smiling at the crowd, she lifted the hem of her very proper ankle-length party skirt and kicked off her shoes. Without pausing she grasped her frilly vest and lifted it over her shoulders, revealing a sheer, silken pink blouse beneath. Her long hair tumbled free as she handed the white chiffon vest to her beaming father. She slowly unbuttoned the blouse, lingering over each button as she'd seen the strippers on her instructional videos do, until finally she let it fall from her shoulders and gather around her back and forearms, revealing her creamy white torso. Gretchen didn't really need a bra yet - her boobs were no bigger than half oranges toped with cherries - but she was wearing a really pretty one from Victoria's Little Sister just for today. It was her most special birthday gift from her loving Daddy.

She paused to dreamily think about the wonderful life opening up before her. She was really a teenager at last. She could spend the next eight years completely naked if she wanted. She was going to loose her virginity. She was going to learn to suck cock and swallow cum, just like her big sister and the rest of her role models. She was going to have her picture taken and it was going to be posted on the Brookside Community web site along with all the other beautiful young girls there for everyone to admire. Not every teenage girl in Brookside Village decided to go naked, but all of them had to have their picture taken to put on the web site. Those were the rules, and the Homeowner's Association could foreclose on your house if you violated the rules.

Some girls her age were scared, some were embarrassed, even mortified, but the girls who grew up in Brookside, like Gretchen, were used to seeing naked teenage girls everywhere, and most of them were eager to get their sexiest pictures on the web. Many of them never put their clothes back on at all, except on the coldest days in the winter.

She took a careful look at the boys. Every one of them had a napkin on his lap, had his hands folded, or his pants invisible under the table. She was pretty sure she knew why. Her Daddy and Gramps were a lot more obvious. Both of them appeared to be hiding cucumbers in their pants, and in danger of splitting their zippers wide open. Gretchen grinned at the thought of that.

Two of Gretchen's friends were topless, and one was naked. She smiled when she noticed that every boy was staring at her, even if they were sitting next to a naked girl.

She and her mother had thought very carefully about where all her friends should sit. The shy boys were next to her sluttiest friends, and the bashful girls were across from the bad boys. She noticed that Hailie Scott's hand was underneath the table, and Skip Wilson, who was sitting next to her, had a goofy grin on his face. She giggled a little when she caught a glimpse of Hailie's pretty bare foot in John Wellingham's lap, across the table from her.

She wondered briefly if she should feel nervous about this? She didn't; after growing up in Brookside it all seemed as necessary and as natural as breathing.

Gretchen took a deep breath, then she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She let one strap slip down her shoulder, followed by the other. She daintily held the lacy little cups against her chest with one arm. She thought of all the girls in the world who had to keep their beauty hidden inside their blouse, and she realized how lucky she was to be a Brookside girl. Her smooth, white skin, the gentle curve of her emerging breasts, her rosy little nipples; none of them had ever seen the light of day for the hungry eyes of boys or men. That was going to change forever in the next few moments.

Gretchen paused again to let the photographer zoom his camera in on her chest, then, with a casual shrug of her shoulders she dropped her hand and let the flimsy little bra fall to the table at her feet. There was an audible sigh as her whole family and all her best friends saw her tiny, bare boobs exposed for the first time. Her nipples tightened at the touch of the cool air, and she smiled as her audience began to applaud. Two of the boys moaned loudly and let their heads role back as their eyes closed. She noticed the girls next to them moving their hands rapidly under the table in the boy's laps. Some of her other friends were lovingly stroking their own pussies to the delight of those seated nearby.

Gretchen tugged on the clasp of her flowing skirt and it slithered down her long, slender legs to pool on top of the bra at her feet. Now she stood before everyone in a pair of thin cotton panties with little pink hearts and a tiny bow at the very top of her mound. It was was all that remained of her girlhood; to protect her and stand between her and her magnificent sexual future.

Gretchen smiled at all the people watching and waiting for this moment. Two dozen smiling faces, her loving family and closest friends. Heidi gave her a thumbs up, and her grandfather licked his lips. Her Mom wiped a tear from her eye.

In one swift move, Gretchen slipped her panties over her hips and let them drop to her ankles as the photographer clicked away, capturing her smooth, glistening pussy as she reveled it to the fascinated world. She kicked the panties away and stood totally nude before everyone she cared about. How many of them would finger her defenseless pussy before the day was out, she wondered? How many cocks would she suck before the end of this memorable week? When would she loose her virginity? To who? Her Daddy? A warm, wet intensity began gathering deep within her and melted away the last of her inhibitions.

She became aware of the cheering, as her audience continued their applause. Her Daddy reached up and encircled her tiny waist in his strong hands, lifting her off the table like a feather. Suddenly she found herself on the ground, surrounded by all the people she loved; they were touching, stroking, caressing her thirteen year old body and sending shivers of delight through her tiny frame. Expert as she was in bringing herself to orgasm, this was the first time she surrendered utterly to the touch of others, and never before had she felt such intense, electrical sensations as she cried out in abandon, lost in the most intense orgasm of her young and promising life, to the delight of her audience.

"Gretchen, let me be the first to say," her Grandfather intoned through the microphone, "you are just a little angel. So beautiful. So innocent. Oh I wish I was nineteen again. I'd fuck you so hard - but I'll leave that delight to someone closer to your own age, who can fill you the way you deserve to be filled. But I'm not going to let the day go by without proper recognition, so as your gift from your Grandmother and me, here is your very own pair of knee pads from Girlie Pop. We hope you'll get a lot of use out of them.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, join me in a toast! Here's to Gretchen, the newest slut in the horny family Beck!"

"To Gretchen!" everyone exclaimed, "happy birthday!"


2. Community Service

"Shoplifting? Natalie, really?"

"I'm sorry Mom, I know it was dumb ..."

"What did the police officer say?"

"He told me I'd probably get community service, 'cause it was my first offense and I'm still a minor."

"Well I hope you learn your lesson, young lady."

"Right mom. Community Service. Big deal."

Three weeks later, Natalie Foster learned what her punishment would be: Community service, as the officer has predicted. As a teenage girl living at Brookside Village she was allowed to be completely naked whenever she was in public anyway; and her community service was twofold: she had to spend twelve hours - three four-hour shifts - cleaning exterior windows on storefronts, and she was required to submit, immediately and without hesitation or protest, to any and all sexual demands while working. It was frightening, it was humiliating ... it was the most exciting thing that ever happened to her.

Natalie met with her case worker, a tall, slender man named Dave Nilson, at the coffee shop on the corner of Maple and First. She knew she'd be leaving there nude anyway, so she hadn't bothered with any clothes at all that day. She'd very carefully shaved herself, combed her hair, did her makeup, and applied a thin sheen of oil all over, making her body glisten in the sun.

She was very polite to her case worker, and he explained exactly what was required of her. Then he gave her a five gallon wash pail and long-pole squeegee, soap and gloves, and a bottle of mouthwash. He hung the mouthwash from the wire handle of the pail.

"The stores on First Street all know to expect you. They'll supply you with warm water and extra soap if you need it. And you gotta wear this on your arm." He unrolled a pink armband with the words "Brookside Village Community Service - Free Fuck Slut" embroidered on a female symbol, and pulled it up her left arm. "Everyone on the street and inside the shops must be able to see you at all times, and everything that happens to you is subject to video, audio, and photographic recording. Once people realize to what's going on, you can expect to be very busy indeed. I'll come back in four hours. Do you have any more questions?"

"Um, what if the guy is like, all gross and all?"

"That's not up to you, young lady. That's just part of your punishment. You must submit and comply, immediately, to all - and I mean all - sexual demands unless they involve physical injury. And you must do it eagerly, in full, naked view of everybody there. Plus you might wash a few windows."

"Wow. Um, who's gonna be first, I wonder?"

"I am. I'll let you get going on the window first, but I'm required to evaluate your attitude and compliance. Now, if you're ready, let's go get started."

They stood up and walked outside the coffee shop. Natalie paused, watching him, then realized she was actually supposed to start washing the window. He glanced at his watch. She dipped her sponge in the pail and soaped it up, then reached up and dragged it over the glass. Was she doing it right? Did it matter? She'd seen window washers before but never really paid attention to them. Natalie finished soaping up one pane, floor to ceiling, then started to squeegee it off. Some soapy water splashed back onto her body, making her gasp from the chill. Suds dripped down her torso and clung to her pretty breasts. A couple of people in the coffee shop gave her a friendly wave, so she waved back as she moved on the next pane. This wasn't so bad, right?

Natalie was a pretty girl, and she was used to being looked at when she was nude. But this was different. This was not her choice. She shivered a little, and not just from the cool air.

Suddenly she felt a male hand reach between her legs and fondle her pussy from behind, fingers caressing the folds of her sensitive skin. She gasped and started to turn around.

"No, keep going," Dave said, "focus on the windows." She did her best to pay attention to her work as she felt another hand begin to caress one boob and noticed people inside staring at her.

Suddenly she felt two fingers probe the moist folds of her pussy, and begin insistently to slide up inside her. Her body began to react, and familiar, pleasant sensations started to radiate throughout her body. She gave a little moan of frustration as the fingers were withdrawn, but a moment later a huge cock rammed into her, bottoming out in a single stroke and slamming her against the glass. Her boobs pressed against the cool wet surface as each thrust pounded them flat, causing people inside the coffee shop to stop and stare.

"Oh god -- wait, please, it's too much --" she gasped.

"Immediate compliance, Natalie," Dave said calmly from a few feet away. She blinked and stared in surprise. She thought he was the one fucking her.

"Wait ... who's ... ?"

"That doesn't matter. You are a public slut. Your job is to accept it. Let him fuck you. It doesn't matter who it is. Comply."

Another man roughly grabbed her, pulled her around next to the window and bent her over to force his erection into her reluctant mouth. She sucked him as best she could, while still being pounded from behind.

She felt her unknown lover unload his cum deep inside her. Out of the corner of her eye she glimpsed three other guys lined up, waiting to take their turns as a gathering crowd looked on in approval.

—

"Can you handle two more days of this?" her mother asked her cum stained, exhausted daughter four hours later.

"Yeah. I it's really weird being a free-for-all fuck toy. I'm really sore and all, but I think I think I kinda enjoyed being a rag doll. But three days are a long time. I think I'm done shoplifting."


3 We Don't Like That Kind Around Here

Mike Cargill wiped the counter clean as the last of the lunch crowd left. Cargill Lunch and Deli had been his dream since he retired from auto sales. Nothing huge, just a lunch counter diner where he could shoot the breeze with friends. Like Cheers, but with more sensible hours and real food.

The doorbell chimed again and he glanced up to see a grown man and two girls walk in. The girls, teenagers, were both completely naked and very pretty, and were hugging the man's arms on either side. Mike assumed that he was their father.

The social dynamics of Brookside Village were something he hadn't anticipated when he moved back here from Albany. He'd spent six years in Brookside just after high school, but that was in the early seventies and they sure as hell didn't have these laws then! Every teenage female resident of Brookside was permitted by town ordinance, to be completely naked while out in public. And many of them used that as an excuse to be as sexually promiscuous as a hutch of bunnies! He'd seen intercourse, orgies, group blow jobs, and every other manner of sex act performed right out in public. Just this morning, a girl had sucked her Daddy's cock right here on a stool at his lunch counter. When he moved back he was scandalized at first, but now he looked forward to seeing Brookside's naked beauties in his diner.

He was surprised he didn't recognize these two beauties from his frequent visits to the mandatory HOA website. He watched the girls and their father for a few seconds, then got back to cleaning and prepping. If they did start anything he'd definitely hear it anyway.

The door chimed again and a single man in his forties walked in, someone Mike didn't recognize.

"Greetings, sir," he said amiably, "need a menu?"

"Sure." The man took a seat at the deli counter and fished out his phone. He ignored both the menu and Mike as he focussed on scrolling through pictures on his phone.

"You believe this fucking place?" he said without looking up.

"Come again?"

"This town, man. Ain't nowhere else I seen so many god damn world class babes, an almost every single one is fucking bare-ass naked. Sweet Jesus! They're just beggin for it, man!"

"Brookside has certainly become an interesting place," Mike replied diplomatically, "there's always something to see."

"See? Bro, I got in last night, heading east. As I was checking inna my hotel room I see three fucking hot-ass chicks, all gotta be under sixteen, naked as a jaybird just walkin up the fuckin street. I almost blew my fuckin load! And this morning, I'm checking out an there's a little girl, fourteen if she's a day, bare assed an suckin some guy's dick right there in the goddam hotel lobby!"

"That sounds about right," Mike observed.

"Dude, I'm a decent guy, I try to be, right, but I see shit like this and I mean, WHAM! I'm as hard as a twelve year old with his first dirty magazine. I gotta..." he leaned across the counter, and Mike ducked down to hear the stranger's confession.

"Man, I gotta get me one a' these teenage honeys, some little naked slut whose just fuckin beggin for it, and drag her back behind the bushes, ya know? Jus' whip my dick out an have at it. M-hmm, I'd be on that like white on fuckin' rice. S'what every red-blooded American wants, am I right?" He held his fist out to fist-bump Mike, who until this moment had been listening quietly.

"Son, something you gotta understand around here. Just cause these girls are naked, doesn't mean they're easy pickings. You can't just drag one off behind the bushes."
He paused as a slippery noise made both men turn to look. The father of the two girls was standing with his pants around his ankles while his two gorgeous teenage daughters took turns sucking his cock and giggling.

"See? That's it, man, right in your fucking diner, dude. Them two honeys, if I walked over there with my junk out, you know what would happen, dontcha?"

"Yes I do. He'd call the cops and I'd throw you the hell outta my restaurant."

"What the fuck, man, they're practically beggin' for it."

"Okay. Brookside rules, 101. One. Girls can be naked. Why? One, its good for them physically and spiritually. Builds confidence, its healthy, it develops their sense of self worth. Google the word Gymnosphical sometime. Two. These girls are surrounded by, nurtured by, loving families and a dedicated community. Three. They call the shots, not you. This ain't a singles joint and it ain't like shooting fish in a barrel. They decide who's fuckin' 'em. Four. Most important. Consent, motherfucker: Sex is consensual. They're gorgeous, they're naked, they're sexy as fuck. Yep. But rape is still fucking rape. You touch any one of the girls in this town, she says you hurt her, fucker there ain't no place on God's green earth you can hide from the loving  father of a little girl you hurt."

The stranger looked from Mike to the two girls, one of whom was now licking cum off her lips, and back to Mike, whose gaze was fixed on the man like a drill sergant.

"Fuck, man, I mean ... you know?"

"There's some very ugly words I could use to describe people who think that way son. Rapist. Pedophile. Sexual predator. Even here in Brookside, those words matter. Especially here, maybe. I - look, I'll level with you." Mike paused for a sip of lukewarm coffee as the two nude girls snuggled and kissed on their father's lap.

"You say you're new in town, just passing through. This place ain't like most towns, granted. That catches some people by surprise. It did me, when I moved back here. So yeah, you're gonna have thoughts. Urges. You're a guy. A lotta guys come through here just for the sightseeing, and I don't mean the flowerbeds. Now, you wanna look, fine. The girls don't mind that, they enjoy it. But touchin' em, fuckin' em, it's gotta be consensual. And lemme tell ya, if there's one thing I've learned here, it's that there is not a more loving, protective community for these girls anywhere."

The stranger nodded and looked down at the menu in his hands without actually seeing it.

"So how do you handle, y'know, self control? Right?"

"Jerk off. Seriously. Go home - back to your hotel room - think about the girls, sure, and stroke it till you're gonna break it. Get it outta your system. Y'know that's what porn's for, right? Enjoy it, and get it outta your system."

The stranger blinked, unsure which side of the conversation he was supposed to be on.

"Porn, it's got a social function," Mike went on. "Some guys might let their desires fester, let it eat at 'em till they go unhinged and lose control. That's how rapists happen. Kidnappers. Pedos, like. Porn ain't a gateway drug, its a pressure valve. So guys like you come though Brookside, see the naked girls running around, and they get all kinds of funny ideas. Go watch a video. Read some porn on an ASSTR website. Just - and believe me when I tell you son, serious as a preacher here - if you wanna get violent and abusive with one of Brookside's daughters, we absolutely don't want your kind around here."

The stranger nodded and glanced over at the two girls who were posing nude on the tables while their father took pictures. He look back at Mike who gave him a quick, meaningful nod, turned and left.