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 It's Better..., part 1 (gg, loli, no sex)

   by this guy (thisguy.1066@gmail.com)

   Summary: The two young girls liked getting piggy back rides, but horsey
back rides were better.  After a bit of discussion they agree that the
right clothes horsey back rides even better.  One girl lets the other in on
her secret of dressing better...



   My friends from the Tiny-Tykes daycare center are always talking about
how much they love it when their daddies or uncles, or big brothers give
them piggy back rides.  I've gone on a few piggy back rides; they're
definitely fun but they lack something...

   Anyway, one day Jessica was telling us about how her daddy gave her a
piggyback ride at the zoo over the weekend.  That's when the new girl,
Kayla, interrupted Jessica and said "piggy back rides are good but horsey
back rides are better." My cousin Pete had given me a horsey back ride the
previous week: and it was great, so I quickly agreed with Kayla.

   None of the other girls had ever had a horsey back ride.  I didn't
believe it when Jenny said she'd "never heard of a horsey back ride." So
Kayla and me started explaining about how an older guy crawls around on his
hands and knees while a little girl rides on his back with her feet hanging
over his sides, kinda like if she was riding a horse.  A few of the girls
didn't believe us.  They got real mean and called us liars.

   ***

   The next day when we got to Tiny-Tykes, Becky said "here come the liars"
when she saw Kayla and me.

   I was gonna call her `a stupid-face', but Kayla whispered to me "she's
only sayin' that `cause she doesn't know how much better horsey back rides
are."

   I giggled "yeah" to Kayla and asked if she "gets a lot of horsey back
rides" as we kinda walked away from the other girls.

   "Oh yea," she said, "between my daddy, two uncles, my big brother, and
my cousins; I prob'ly get about five or six horsey back rides a week..."

   "Wow!" I exclaimed, "I only get one or two a week..."

   "But you do get them: that's what matters," Kayla said, before asking,
"you like horsey back rides better when you're wearin' a skirt or shorts?"

   I paused for a while before answering, "don' know: never thought about
it..."

   "I like it better when I'm wearin' a skirt or dress," Kayla said.  "Even
better if the guy doesn't have a shirt on," she declared.

   "Why?" I asked.

   Looking at me like I was an idiot she explained, "'Cause it feels good
having his skin against my legs..." I could almost feel her smiling as she
whispered in my ear, "even better if I'm not wearin' any panties."

   It took a minute for me to understand what she meant: "'cause your cunny
is on his back..." I half asked, half commented.  There was a big grin on
Kayla's face as she nodded her head vigorously.  "Never tried that," I
commented; disappointed that I'd been missing out on a good thing, "be
right back," I added before running to the girls' bathroom.

   Once in the bathroom, I stepped into one of the stalls, and closed the
thin metal door behind me.  I lifted up the bottom part of my dress until
it was up near my shoulders and held it there with my chin.  Then, I hooked
my fingers in the stretchy waistband of my panties and pulled them down to
my ankles.  After stepping out of my panties and letting the bottom of my
dress fall back down to its normal position; I bent over picked my panties
up off the floor and put `em into the big pocket on the front of my dress.

   Emerging from the girls' bath room I made a bee-line for Kayla who was
playing with the pink Talk-to-Me Flintrock's Telephone.  "I just took off
my panties," I whispered in her ear.

   Kayla laughed and said, "better right?"

   Before I could reply Ms.  Hailey blew her whistle and said, "outside
play time." All of us kids lined up and walked toward the door to the
playground outside.  I was starting to think Kayla was nuts as we were
walking to the door: not wearing any panties under my dress felt only a
little different; and certainly not better!

   The instant I stepped outside and felt the breeze slip up under my
dress; I couldn't believe how right Kayla was.  The way the air felt as it
moved over my bare cunny: it was AWESOME, INCREDIBLE, FANTASTIC...almost
certainly the best thing I'd ever felt!

   I just had to tell Kayla how great it felt; looking around I didn't see
her.  She surprised me when she came up behind me and said, "better,
right?" again.

   "Oh, GOD yeah," I answered.

   "That's why I stopped wearing them..."

   I nodded, before asking, "Doesn't your Mom ask why you don't have any
dirty panties in the hamper?"

   Kayla grinned the said, "I put a pair under my mattress every morning,
and then toss it in the dirty laundry at night..."

   "Oh," I said before fully understanding what she meant.  Both of us were
silent for a second before I commented, "so you're not wearin' any panties
now..."

   "Nope," Kayla beamed.

   I glanced down at her skirt, "Wouldn't have guessed you weren't wearin'
any," I commented.

   She smiled, looked me over and said, "If you hadn't told me you took
yours off, I wouldn't have known one way or the other."

   For the rest of that day I kept my panties in the big pocket on the
front of my dress; all the while enjoying how much better it felt letting
the air move across my bare cunny.  The best part about it was the fact
that nobody seemed to notice...