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 It's Better..., part 3 (bggg, no sex, humor)

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

   Summary: The two girls and one boy who like horsey back rides discover
that one of the girls who thinks there is no such thing as a horsey back
ride has an older sister who knows about dressing better...



   Once we were outside Kayla grabbed my arm and pulled me over to the big
tree, near the fence at the side of the playground.  "There was something
poking out, in the front of his shorts?" she asked.

   "Yeah," answered, "it was poking me right..."

   "Weird," Kayla interrupted me.

   We stood there silently for a couple seconds before a thought hit me,
"Maybe that's how boys give girls cooties..."

   Kayla started laughing, "He liked not wearing sock SO MUCH that he
wanted to give you cooties..." I wasn't sure if she was teasing me or not.

   "That doesn't make much sense, does it," I said beginning to laugh my
own foolishness.

   Both of us laughing, I noticed the front of Kayla's shoes moving
up-and-own again, "Timmy was right: you are real smart..."

   Just then a little gust of wind blew across our legs and up under our
skirts.  "Ouuu..." both of us cooed in pleasure at the same time; as the
air moved across the bare skin of our cunnies.

   The breeze died down for a moment, and I said, "If I'm real smart for
not wearin' socks, you're a GENIUS for not wearin' panties," to Kayla.

   Before she could respond another little gust of wind blew across our
legs and up under our skirts.  I glanced down just in time to see the wind
blow the bottom of Kayla's dress up: making most of her upper legs visible.
As both of us began enjoying how good the air felt moving across our bare
cunnies I heard a voice behind me, "Both the liars aren't wearin' socks..."
it was Becky.

   As I turned around to face Becky, Kayla asked, "What do you care?"

   "Just wonderin' why you're not wearing socks..." Becky commented.

   "You wouldn't believe us if we told you..." I began to say in the most
overly confident way I could.

   "Yea, you'll just call us liars," Kayla finished my thought.

   Shrugging, Becky began speaking, "My big sister doesn't wear socks..."
then trailed off.

   "Maybe she knows..." Kayla began.

   Looking down at our feet Becky said, "But you're wearin' normal shoes;
my big sister has..."

   "What?  Does she have some sort of special shoes that you're not
supposed to wear socks with?" I asked; figuring Becky was setting me and
Kayla up for an insult.

   Becky nodded, "Yeah; the front of them is clear so you can see her
toes..."

   "Really!?" Kayla commented loudly.

   "Yeah," Becky beamed, "and there's this special stuff that you rub on
the plastic to keep it clear so you can she her toes..."

   "See who's toes?" Timmy's voice coming from behind Kayla made me jump.

   "My big sister," Becky began, "She has these sneakers you're not
supposed to wear socks with..."

   "So what?  My mom has shoes she never wears socks with," Timmy said,
making the special shoes Becky's sister had not seem particularly unusual.
"The part you walk on sticks up real high at the back, so it's like she's
walking on tippy-toes..."

   "Women never wear socks with high heels," Kayla, Becky and me all said
at the same time.

   "My sister's are sneakers: like what we're wearing, but the front is
clear plastic..." Becky explained.

   "Oh," Timmy said sounding like the idea intrigued him.

   After a few seconds of silence I asked, "Your sister wears them a lot?"

   Becky was almost laughing as she said, "Yeah; she wears `em every day,
even in the winter..." she took a breath before asking, "What did you mean
`maybe she knows'?"

   Kayla and me looked at each other and shrugged our shoulders.  Before
either of us could speak, Timmy said, "It feels lots better without socks."
"Yup: that's why we're not wearin' socks," Kayla added.

   "Prob'ly why your sister doesn't wear `em either," I suggested.

   "Nah...she does it so people can see her painted toenails..." Becky
commented, before adding, "You say it feels better..."

   Timmy, Kayla and me all nodded vigorously.  "You should try it," Kayla
commented.

   Becky gave us a funny look, before asking, "And what am I gonna do with
my socks?"

   "Stand on `em; like we are," Timmy said.

   "All three of you are standing on your socks?" Becky asked, sounding as
if she didn't believe what she'd just heard.

   "No," I replied with a giggle, "They are, but I didn't put any on this
morning," I explained, my voice filled with pride.

   Becky looked at us kinda funny for a second, before shrugging her
shoulders and sitting on one of the big roots that was sticking up out of
the ground.  She pulled her shoes off, yanked her socks off, and jammed
them into her shoes.

   Just as she was putting her bare right foot into her right shoe another
little gust of wind blew.  Like before I could feel the wind blow across my
legs and up under my dress.  As me (and almost certainly Kayla) began
enjoying how good the air felt moving across our bare cunnies Becky spoke
up, "Why aren't either of you wearing any panties?"

   Kayla and me looked at each other as Timmy said, "Lisa figured out that
going without socks is better; and she's real smart: so not wearing
underpants must be better too." With that he gave me another hug: again it
felt like there was a marker in his shorts poking against me right around
where my legs met.

   "It is lots better without panties," Kayla confirmed, "You gonna take
yours off?" she asked.

   Timmy was still hugging me, and despite the marker in his shorts poking
me, I looked down at Becky who was just putting her left shoe back on and
said, "It's so much better without panties."

   Becky stood, reached up under her skirt and pulled her panties down. 
Stepping out of them she asked, "What should I do with `em?"

   I was about to speak, when Kayla beat me to it, "Put `em in your shirt,"
she suggested.

   Becky stuffed the pair of panties she had just been wearing down into
her shirt through the neck hole.  A fraction of a second later there was
another little gust of wind.  "Ouuu..." us three girls cooed in pleasure at
the same time as the air moved across the bare skin of our cunnies.

   Seeing the enjoyment on our faces; Timmy said, "Maybe I should try it."
He let go of me, and promptly yanked his shorts and underpants down to his
ankles.  Just as he was stepping out of his shorts and underpants there was
another little gust of wind, which lifted the bottom of his shirt up
slightly.  The way the bottom of his shirt lifted up caught my attention
and I ended up seeing the weirdest thing: it looked like there was a little
sack of skin where his cunny should have been...  No, that couldn't have
been right: I must have been seeing things...or maybe there was something
in my eyes...

   Timmy moved his underpants to the side with his foot before yanking his
shorts back up his legs before I could even blink.  Timmy promptly bent
down, picked up his underpants and, as he was standing back up, shoved them
into front pocket on his shorts.

   "So its lots better, right?" Kayla asked.

   Timmy wiggled his hips around a bit before replying,
"Feels...freer...less constricted..." he took a breath, "I guess that's
better..." Kayla Becky and me all began smiling at Timmy's comment, half a
second before another little gust of wind blew across our legs.  "Oh wow,"
Timmy said as we watched the breeze catch and open up the legs of his
shorts.  "You're right: that is lots better!" he declared as the gust of
wind died down.

   An instant later he was giving me another hug; and again it felt like
there was a marker in his shorts poking me around where my legs meet.

   Suddenly Becky quietly commented, "There's a guy in that van over there
taking pictures of us."

   "Where?" Kayla asked in a near whisper at the same moment that Timmy let
go of me.

   "The black panel van in the parking lot at the deli," Becky quietly
answered, before adding, "don't look too hard."

   I noticed Timmy's eyes shift to the side, then back to us before he
said, "He's there every day taking pictures of us during outside playtime."
"Really: every day?" I asked.

   "Unh-huh," Timmy replied.

   "Hmm, he's probably like my uncle..." Kayla pondered aloud.

   "Like your uncle?" Timmy, Becky and I all said at that same time.

   "Yeah," Kayla explained, "He likes kids." Seeing the perplexed looks on
our faces she explained further, "He doesn't seem to even notice adult
women, but he is always staring at kids..."

   "Oh..." Becky commented.

   Before any of us could say anything more Ms.  Hailey below her whistle
and said, "Back inside."