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Thank you for your consideration. --------------------------------------------------------- Catching My Girlfriend Naked (teens, exh, reluc) By Phil (Address withheld by request) *** A young man catches his girlfriend trying to sneak by him naked. *** The following is based on a true story. I have taken liberty with some of the facts, but the core of the story actually happened many years ago... I was 17 at the time, and I had been dating Becky (also 17) for about one month. We really liked each other a lot, but had not become any more "intimate" than a few feels through clothing, no flesh. I could tell, though, that she enjoyed it as much as I did, so soon enough I knew we could expect a little more. It was a Saturday night, and I went over to Becky's house to pick her up for a date. When I got there, her sister Dawn greeted me at the door. Dawn was 16, and she and Becky were very close-best friends, in fact. Dawn let me in and told me that Becky was still in the shower and would be ready shortly. She said that their parents had gone out for the evening and that I was welcome to wait in the living room, which was just inside the front door, next to the stairs that went up to the second floor of the modest-sized house. Dawn went upstairs, shouted through the bathroom door to Becky that I was there, and I had a seat on the couch, relaxing and watching the clock and the pictures on the wall, mind wandering. After a couple of minutes there, I heard the bathroom door open, and after a moment or two, Dawn shouted out, "Phil, come quick! Becky's naked!" Well, like any red-blooded American boy, I was off the couch like a shot to the stairs to see what was going on. Obviously, Becky reacted to Dawn's news brief and darted for her bedroom, which was maybe 10 feet from the bathroom, out of my view unless I was already on the stairs, which I wasn't. By the time I had gotten to the stairs, I heard Becky's door slam shut. I had missed her, but I decided to pursue the issue. I went up the narrow stairs, passed the bathroom at the top and did a u-turn to the left, heading right for Becky's closed door. Although I had no intention of going in, I rattled the door handle slightly and Becky screamed at me to stay out as I heard her body slam against the door to keep me from entering. Rather than force the issue, I instead offered an interesting idea. I dared Becky to run back to the bathroom naked, but this time to give me a fighting chance of seeing her. I told her I would go back downstairs and sit on the couch, which was on the far wall of the living room. Then I asked Dawn if she would stand at the top of the stairs and tell me when Becky had emerged from her room, at which point I would make a mad dash for the stairs again and try to see her before she gotten to the safety of the bathroom. After a long pause on the other end of the door, Becky excited said she'd do it. I dashed down the stairs and Dawn took her place at the top of them. Dawn looked down and, seeing me seated on the couch, told Becky I was in place. After a few brief moments, I heard the door start to open and Dawn yelled down that Becky was out. I sprinted for the stairs as Becky sprinted for the bathroom, my only hope being that she'd trip and fall along her way. Alas, she did not fall, and as I got to the bottom of the stairs, I looked up and saw the bathroom door slam shut. Damn! I missed again. But I wasn't going to let this die away. I knew that she was still naked in the bathroom and that her clothes were in her room, so there was still hope. I slowly ascended the stairs, trying to think of a better plan. By the time I reached the top, I had it. I knocked on the bathroom door and asked Becky if I could come in. "No!" Again, her body banged against the door to keep me out. I told her I had one last request. I would go down into the kitchen, which was just past the living room heading to the back of the house, and I would stand in the far corner, which obstructed my view of the stairwell completely. Dawn would be standing at the bottom of the stairs, where she could see both the bathroom and that I wasn't cheating in the kitchen. Becky would come out of the bathroom and go down the stairs as far as she was comfortable before heading back up or I started over from the kitchen, at which point Dawn would tell her and Becky could try to reach her room without being spotted. I guess the plan sounded safe, because without pause Becky said she'd do it. I decided to liven up the moment a bit first. "Okay, just let me in to grab all the towels or anything else you could cover up with so that you don't cheat." "No way, Jose!" I grinned at Dawn. "Okay, how about Dawn comes in and does that for me?" "Okay, but no funny business." "I promise I'll be good." With that, I stepped back into their parents' bedroom, which was just to the left of the bathroom, and Dawn slowly opened the bathroom door, letting Becky see it was her, before going all the way in and closing the door behind her. After a few seconds, she emerged with a handful of towels, smiling at me. I knew from her look that Becky was without protection. Now I know I could have overpowered Becky and barged right in to have my look, but I had other ideas that were less intrusive but more devious. I asked Becky through the door if she was, in fact, naked, and she said she was. "Okay, then, we're going down now." I looked at Dawn, who had put the towels in her bedroom, winked, and motioned for her to go down alone, indicating that I was going into their parents' bedroom instead. A look of shock came across Dawn's face and I thought she wouldn't go for it, but a devilish grin quickly emerged, she winked back and noisily went down the stairs, making it sound like both of us were going down. I guess there's nothing better than putting a good one over on your sister. I went into their parents' bedroom, behind their bed, and waited. After a few seconds, Dawn shouted up that we were both in place. Becky, though, was suspicious, and asked me to yell up that I was in place, I guess so that she could tell how far away I was. Looking around quickly, I spotted the heat vent on the floor. I leaned over it, cupped my hands around my mouth, and shouted in that I was in place. Pause. Nothing. Did she buy it? She did! After a few seconds, I heard the bathroom door handle slowly open. From my vantage point, I couldn't see the bathroom door, but I would easily see her as soon as she emerged. Following several more anxious moments, when I suspect Becky was working up her nerve, I saw the top of her head poke out of the doorway. I backed out of view, suspecting that she was surveying the situation to make sure I wasn't hiding around the corner. I waited until I heard more movement before peeking back from around the bed. I could now see the back of her head, but nothing else as yet. Let me take a moment to describe Becky's appearance. She was on the petite side of a medium build; about 5 foot 3 inches and maybe 110 pounds. She had shoulder-length sandy brown hair and was athletic, participating in gymnastics- overall a very attractive young lady. Now, back to the story. Slowly, Becky began to emerge from the bathroom, looking down the stairs and not back at me to her right. After her head, her bare shoulder appeared. My heart was pounding out of my chest. She was actually going through with it! Becky was crouching slightly, and after a few more seconds I could see almost her entire bare back. Her arm reached out for the top of the banister, and I caught a glimpse of the side of her right breast, the tip of her nipple poking out in profile. It was all I could do to contain myself (literally and figuratively) as she continued out, standing up a little straighter and now exposing her full butt to me. Her rear end was just as I had imagined and hoped, curvy but not very large. She hips were smooth and not terribly rounded, and her thighs tight with the muscle lines she had developed in sports. She was now completely in my view as she stood at the top of the stairs, facing slightly away from me. Hoping not to make any noise, I slowly stood up and started toward the door to follow her as far as I could. Had she asked me to identify where I was, I would have been screwed, although I had already gotten more of an eyeful than I had hoped for. But Becky said nothing and slowly continued on, giving me an incredibly long look at her naked backside. She moved down one step, then another, then another, crouching only slightly to see if I was cheating downstairs. She paused and mouthed something to Dawn, and Dawn must have responded, as she continued on down the stairs. By now, I had emerged from her parents' room and was standing about 10 feet behind her. I had just gotten into Dawn's view, and her eyes spotted me and quickly looked back into the kitchen. She was playing along very well! I started down the stairs slowly behind Becky, and as she got about four steps from the bottom, she either got cold feet or had grown suspicious, as she stopped cold, trying to look into the kitchen for me. Even if I had been standing in the doorway of the kitchen to the living room I would have only been able to see her from her butt down. However, in turning to look into the kitchen, which gave me another profile view of her right breast and nipple, she spotted me behind her out of the corner of her eye. She froze for a moment, realizing that I had been watching her all along and tried to figure out her best route to safety. Dawn, recognizing that the secret was out, stepped up to the bottom step to prevent Becky from darting downstairs and into the security of the spare bathroom off the family room in the back. Becky saw that she couldn't get past Dawn and turned toward me, facing me fully, but covering herself as best she could with her arms and hands. She had fully covered her pubic hair with one hand and had her other arm across her breasts, leaving me little to see other than A LOT of skin. Becky stood there for a moment, then decided she only had one way to go and she'd better get on with it. She dropped her arms, giving me a full view of EVERYTHING, her soft, round breasts that were just enough to fill my hands, her well-trimmed pubic hair, and all of the soft and smooth skin that you'd hope for in your 17-year-old girlfriend. The view was fleeting, though, as she started barreling up the stairs at me, breasts bouncing up and down and arms pumping. I was about four steps above her, so she was on me quickly. She tried to move to one side to get by, then the other, but I moved back and forth, blocking her all the way. Having little other choice, she ran right into me, tackling me on the stairs, her full naked body resting on mine, our eyes inches away from each other. She propped herself up with her arms for a moment, then released her body to rest completely on mine, giving me a full open mouth kiss as I wrapped my arms around her and placed my hands on her bare rear end, squeezing its firm, athletic shape. Then she was off again, but instead of crawling around, she went right over me, giving me the thrill of my young life as she let her breast slide right across my face. I tried to capture her nipple with my lips, but it was past me before I could do so. Then her belly ran across my face, followed by her pubic hair. But now she was at the top of the stairs, had stood up, and darted for her bedroom. The door slammed behind her and she let out a string of profanity, telling me what a pervert I was and chastising her sister for tricking her so cruelly. Dawn and I went up to her room, apologizing profusely. I told her I never would have done it if I knew it would have bothered her so. After a few seconds of silence, the door opened a crack and Becky's faced peered around it. She grinned. "Paybacks are a bitch! And neither of you will be spared!" I went downstairs and waited for Becky in the living room and, about ten minutes later she came down, smiling broadly. "Did you enjoy yourself?" she asked. "That depends. Are you okay?" "I'm great, because I can't wait for the paybacks." "Then I guess I had a wonderful time. Thanks for being such a sport." We talked for a little while with Dawn and continued on with our date. At dinner, Becky hatched a plan for Dawn's payback. It would come soon... *** Sister's Turn *** ********************* It didn't take long for Becky's payback to Dawn to take place. And lucky me, I got to be involved. As I mentioned before, Dawn was 16 at the time, but didn't resemble her sister that much. She stood about 5 foot 6 inches and must have weighed about 120 pounds. She was on the thin side with dishwater blond hair, but not as firm and athletic as Becky. She did have a very attractive body, though, fully developed in all the right places. The plan worked this way. Oftentimes on weekends, their parents would go out for shopping or to visit friends or relatives. Dawn was a suntan nut, so she would sunbathe as often as she could. Becky said that when their parents were gone, Dawn would wear the skimpiest bikini she owned and lay out in their backyard, which was surrounded by a pretty tall wooden security fence. Once out there, she would lie on her stomach and undo the straps of her top, giving her the full tan effect on her back. What was best, though, according to Becky, is that Dawn would often fall into a deep sleep for hours on end there. So we hatched our plan, and two weeks after the adventure with Becky, I came over at about 1 p.m. on a sunny Saturday afternoon to make it happen. Becky had called me to let me know Dawn had gone outside in her skimpy bikini. I got there as soon as I could and Becky let me in the front door. We walked through the living room, past the kitchen, and through the family room to the back door wall. From there, we could see Dawn lying out on her lounge chair about 15 feet away. Her head was nearest us, her feet furthest away. Like Becky had said, Dawn had undone her straps and appeared to be sleeping. We opened the door wall, making a little noise to see if Dawn would stir. She didn't move, so we came out, leaving the door open. We approached Dawn on either side, and knelt down near her waist. Like I said, Dawn had already undone her top straps, so I was able to see her bare back, well tanned and unblemished. Her arms were resting under her head, so I was able to see just the side of her right breast, but it was nothing to speak of as yet, being mostly hidden underneath her. I didn't stare too long at Dawn because I was dating her sister, of course, who was only a couple of feet away. Besides, we had to move onto the next step. As Becky had described, Dawn's bikini was skimpy, and to provide as much skin exposure as possible, she had bikini bottoms with straps that tied. Slowly, Becky and I reached on either side for the strings dangling from Dawn's hips. We pulled them, gradually undoing the knots, until finally they were undone. Dawn was definitely sound asleep, as she never moved. Again in unison, Becky and I reached for the remaining loop holding the front and back of the bottom together and, only slightly touching Dawn's skin, we pulled the strings until they fell loose, completely undone. Next, we returned to the front of the chair, where Dawn's head was. Dawn was deathly afraid of snakes, so Becky had picked up a realistic looking fake one and placed it gently on Dawn's hand, right in front of her eyes. About the only thing that could ruin this stunt would have been if Dawn had screamed when she woke up, but Becky assured me that her sister was not a screamer. "We'll see," I replied. Becky stepped to the foot of the chair and I bent over and softly hissed into Dawn's ear. After a few moments, Dawn's eyes opened and she focused on the snake just inches away from her face. She gasped and quickly sprang from the chair, not aware yet of who was there and how she was (un)dressed. Dawn's bikini top had remained on the chair and her bottoms had flipped down, caught between her tightly clenched thighs. I was able to take a good long look as Dawn came to the realization of what was really going on. Her breasts were slightly larger than Becky's, but because she was a little taller, they were in perfect proportion to the rest of her body. Her nipples were standing at erect attention-from the shock, I suppose-and she trimmed her pubic hair in much the same way as her sister. Dawn was slightly more hippy, but I marveled at what a good job their parents had done of creating two nearly perfect specimens of young women. From behind her, Becky reached down and yanked Dawn's dangling bikini bottoms from between her legs. As Dawn spun around to see what was going on, I took the opportunity to lean forward and swipe up her bikini top and towel from the chair, leaving her completely exposed in her own backyard. Again, they had high wooden security fences, so most of the neighbors had no idea what was going on. The house kiddie corner to theirs, though, was a two-story structure, so technically they could see what was going on if the were in the right place at the right time. Dawn was still not screaming, thankfully, but like Becky had done on the previous occasion, she tried to cover herself with her hands and arms, still allowing me a view of A LOT of skin, but no "private parts." She demanded that I give her the towel, but I refused, telling her that she needed to come and get it. I instructed her instead to drop her arms and slowly turn around, then she could have her towel. She paused for a moment, realizing that she had little alternative. She looked at me with a scowl on her face, and did what I requested. She slowly dropped her arms and began to blush, but rather than stare at her face, my eyes wandered elsewhere. This time, I got a good long look at her full and soft breasts, smooth and curvy hips, and cute little strip of pubic hair. As she turned around, I was able to appreciate the curves of both her breasts and her butt, and when she was totally facing away from me, I admired her soft, round rear end. She stopped moving as she faced away from me, put her hands on her hips, and gave a little butt wiggle. Boy, she was taking this very well! She turned around quickly and darted for me and, presumably, her towel. I was only a few steps from the door wall, so I quickly made it inside and slammed it shut behind me, fiddling with the lock as I held it closed and she tried to pull it back open. I got the lock engaged and stepped back, holding up the towel as she continued struggling to pull the door back open. I had a full view of her body and her breasts leapt playfully as she yanked at it time and again. Becky was in the background, laughing hysterically and I heard her telling Dawn that paybacks were, indeed, a bitch. After about 30 seconds of Dawn alternating between pulling on the door and standing with her hands on her hips as she told me to unlock it, I gave in. She was breathing heavily and her breasts eased up and down with every breath. If Becky had not been my girlfriend, I would have found a way to hold that beautiful body, because it really had me excited. But, instead, I unlocked the door. As Dawn opened it, I ran to the base of the stairs, knowing she had to go upstairs at this point. She ran up to me grab the towel, but I held it behind my back. She reached around either on either side, but I kept it out of her grasp. Finally, she reached around with both arms, fully pressing her chest against my own. I felt the cushioning of her breasts as she pushed against me, and I remember wishing at that instant that I had somehow removed my shirt before we had begun, because her bare breasts against my bare chest would have an experience for the ages. As she reached around, I dropped the towel to the floor. She stood there for a moment, arms around me, and looked back at Becky, who had run into the living room behind to her watch what happened. Dawn stepped back, put her hands on her hips, and said, "Last look!" She stood still for maybe two seconds, letting me get a final glimpse of her naked body just inches in front of me, then ignored the towel on the floor and bolted up the stairs stark naked, allowing me a view of her bare backside before she turned the corner and ran into the privacy and security of her bedroom. A little while later, Dawn came down and the three of us talked about the experience. She was very good-natured about the whole thing, and said that she felt very safe because Becky was there, and it actually gave her a thrill to be vulnerable and exposed to a member of the opposite sex, at least under these circumstances. Both Dawn and Becky lamented, though, about how they had no way of catching me naked. I felt kind of bad, yet still looked forward to the thrill it might bring, so I promised them that, when the moment was right, I'd give them their show. Not long after, I did just that. But Becky and Dawn had other ideas... *** My Turn *** *************** I waited for more than a month after Dawn's "exposure" to fulfill their wish/need to see me naked. Despite what I thought was going to be a sexual awakening for Becky and me, we hadn't yet gotten fully undressed with each other. The furthest we had gone was a little under the clothing feels, but nothing that had brought either of us to climax. Just some experimentation. Anyway, Becky had started to complain that I had lied to them about letting them catch me naked, and honestly I was feeling a little guilty. I kept putting her off and telling her "Soon, soon." Understandably, though, I was not in that great a hurry to let two cute young girls look at my naked body while they were still fully clothed. I was in good shape, but at 17 I just didn't have a whole lot of self-confidence where my body was concerned. It was a rainy Saturday afternoon and I had come over to Becky's to spend the day. Her parents had gone out, so we just hung out with Dawn in the family room watching television and talking. At a commercial break, I decided it was now or never and said I was going to the bathroom, going into the one that was attached to the family room right there. The way their house was laid out, you enter through the front door with the living room on your left and the stairs leading up to your right. As you continue straight ahead you pass the kitchen on your left, then enter the family room with the door wall to the backyard right in front of you. Facing the door wall, the family room is laid out with the television set on the far left wall and the couch sort of in the middle of the room, facing the TV, and forming a walkway behind it from the kitchen to the door wall. Whereas the back of the couch would be immediately to your left if you were coming from the kitchen, the bathroom is to your right, maybe six feet from the back of the couch. So there I was in the bathroom, Becky and Dawn sitting on the couch, facing away from the bathroom door. I closed the door behind me, my heart pounding out of my chest from nervousness about what I was about to do. I had planned it well, though, making sure I was in charge of how long they could look at me (VERY brief, I promised myself). I quickly and quietly stripped down to my birthday suit. I looked in the mirror to make sure I looked as good as possible, then reached for the door handle. I took a deep breath. This is it! The door opened to the left into the family room, so I pushed it open slightly, poking my head out to make sure they were in place. I could see the tops of their heads, so I swung the door wide and stepped out a couple of feet. Before I said or did anything, I quickly thought to myself that there were two teenage girls a few feet away from me who had no idea I was standing behind them stark naked. What a rush! Not wanting to prolong this too much, I took a deep breath and spoke. "Hey ladies!" They both swung around, kneeling on the couch to look at me behind them. I put my hands on my hips and pumped up my chest a bit, giving them a chance to see a fine male specimen. They grinned and hooted in unison, pumping up my confidence. Becky urged me to turn around so she could see my butt. I obliged, turning around as I started to feel myself getting excited and hard. I thought to myself that I would just turn around again quickly, let them see my penis starting to become erect, then dash back into the bathroom, lock the door, get dressed, and be done with it. But they had other plans... As I started to turn back around to face them, the door swung hard back at me. Instinctively, I jumped out of its way (big mistake!) and it slammed shut, another young lady standing solidly between me and the safety of that bathroom. "Have you met Cathy?" Becky asked. I had seen this girl around school, but I didn't know who she was. Of course, that was the least of my worries at that point in time, standing naked in front of now three young women and no longer having my escape route in front of me. Becky and Dawn, in the meantime, had gotten up and walked around either side of the couch, Becky preventing me from darting into the kitchen and Dawn keeping me from escaping around the couch-not that I'd want to go into a room with NO outlet. I was facing Becky when Cathy suddenly grabbed my right arm. I looked down - what is she up to? - and Becky lurched toward me, as if to tackle me. Instead, she barreled right into me, knocking me toward the door wall, which Dawn had conveniently opened. Becky let up, but my momentum and Cathy's guiding hand cast me through the doorway and into the yard, falling into the grass below with an unceremonious thud. I looked up to see the door wall slide shut and heard the lock click. So there I was, sitting on the wet grass in a steady, cold rain, and three teenage girls were looking at me through a locked door wall. I quickly covered myself as best as possible with my hands while staying seated. I looked around for an escape, but their privacy fence appeared to come right up to the house on either side. Of course, I wasn't going to hop a fence and ask a neighbor for help, so I looked back to the door wall, wondering how long I'd be stuck out there and what I'd have to do to be allowed back in. Through the door wall, all three were urging me to stand up. I sort of turned away from them as I did, allowing them to get a full view of my dripping wet backside. I cupped both hands around my crotch, trying to cover myself completely. I turned around to face them again, confident that they couldn't see much of anything. Becky told me if I wanted them to unlock the door, I was going to have to drop my hands. I thought for a moment and, realizing I had no alternative, I did so. I was now quite hard, so my penis pretty much stuck straight out. I looked at the three of them standing in the doorway and could see that their eyes were glued on my penis. They giggled and pointed, saying things I couldn't quite make out, then Dawn motioned for me to slowly turn around. Again, I obliged, having no other choice. I stopped as I faced away from them, looking around to make sure no one was peeking over their fence for a free show, but the coast was clear because of the rain. I put my hands on my hips, and as Dawn had done before me, gave them a little butt wiggle. I heard them howl with delight through the door wall and then continued turning back around. As I faced them again, I covered myself with my hands and demanded that they open the door for me. I was now drenched from head to toe and must have looked like some kind of drowned rat. But nobody made a move for the lock. They just kept grinning, telling me to drop my hands again. I was stuck. What could I do? Oh well, I thought, might as well give them a show... I turned back away from them and backed up to the door. Leaning back, I pressed my butt firmly against the glass, flattening it out. "Ewwwww!" I stepped forward again, smiled at them, and stepped forward to the glass. I dropped my hands and this time pressed my crotch against the glass, flipping my penis up so that it was pointing straight up. Again with the "Ewwww!" but this time accompanied by giggling. I stepped back from the door, placing my hands on my hips, and gestured to the door for them to open it. Becky and Dawn turned toward each other and said a few words, keeping a look at me the whole time out of the corners of their eyes. Finally, after maybe twenty seconds, Becky clicked the lock and they backed away from the door a few feet. It would have been nice for them to open it, of course, but I suspect they wanted to see me strain a bit while pulling it open. As I slid it open, they applauded. I closed it behind me, being sure to lock it myself this time, and turned back to go into the bathroom, get dressed, and put this moment behind me. Instead of giving me an opening to go in, though, the three of them blocked the door of the bathroom, preventing me from getting at it. "How much would it cost to keep you naked all day?" Dawn inquired. "There's not enough money in the world," I replied, stepping toward the door and trying to reach its handle from between Becky and Dawn, who wouldn't let me at it. With an opening toward the kitchen, I decided to bolt for upstairs, where at least they'd have a towel to wrap around myself. I got as far as the kitchen before I realized that I was enjoying it almost as much as they were. I stopped and turned around, offering to bargain for my getting to the bathroom and my clothes. "Okay, what'll it take for me to get back into that bathroom?" "What do you have to offer?" Becky replied. "How about I stay naked all day if you three do the same?" I heard Cathy gasp, but Dawn quickly chimed in. "No way. Remember, you're the one in the vulnerable spot right now. Why should we have to put ourselves in that same spot?" Cathy finally spoke up, "How about we line up, blocking you from the kitchen into the family room. If you can get past us, you can get to the bathroom." The other two looked at me for my answer and, after trying to quickly come up with an alternative and failing, I agreed. They looked at each other and, staying shoulder to shoulder, moved to the kitchen doorway, completely covering it. I still hadn't covered myself back up with my hands. Dawn had been right, I felt vulnerable and exposed, but yet quite safe. They hadn't made fun of me and I knew that their laughter was from seeing someone in the position I had been in. Besides, they almost never let their attention divert from my crotch. I actually felt quite proud of my body at that moment. But I still needed to get by them and to my clothes. For a nanosecond I had considered taking them up on their offer of staying naked for them all day, but I wasn't ready for THAT kind of extended exposure. I think we- especially I-had had just about enough. Although they blocked the doorway to the family room, there was probably still a good eight to ten inches between their shoulders. It would be a tight foot, but I could squeeze through if I moved quickly. As if they were reading my mind, though, all three put their hands up slightly, meaning if I tried to squeeze between them, two would get a handful of me. Not having any options, I decided who would get the handfuls and what they'd get a handful of. I stepped up to Becky, leaned down slightly, and gave her a big kiss on the lips. After a couple of moments in the kiss, I felt her hands on my butt, squeezing hard as she pulled my cold wet body against her own warm and dry one. Rather than put my arms around her, though, I just backed away a foot or two and she returned her hands to her side, open and waiting for me. I stepped in front of the opening between Becky and Dawn and saw Dawn's eyes light up a bit. I turned sideways, facing Becky, and eased between them. Both of their hands caught my bare hip, and as I slid between them, Becky's hand rubbed across my pubic hair and penis while Dawn's felt my bare behind. I stopped momentarily when I was directly between them, catching Becky's look of shock, as if to say. "What am I going to do now?" before I moved through completely and scooted into the bathroom. I dressed quickly, but waited for my penis to relax before coming back out. When I emerged from the bathroom, the three girls were sitting on the couch waiting. I sat down on the easy chair facing them, and we talked about it, much as we had with Dawn and her exposure. It turned out that Cathy was a neighbor friend of Dawn's. Becky and Dawn had successfully guessed that I would do something like this and, just to be prepared, they had invited Cathy over to view-if not participate in-the attraction. Like Dawn, Cathy was 16 and a very attractive young lady. She was on the petite side-a little over 5 feet tall, maybe 100 pounds-with long blond hair. I believe that she was also on Becky's gymnastics team. She certainly had the body for it. Anyway, as the conversation wound down, Dawn surprised me a bit, because I had been planning to say what she did. "Well, Cathy, We've all been naked in front of each other. Now it's your turn..." *** And Now It's Cathy *** ************************** "Well, Cathy, We've all been naked in front of each other. Now it's your turn..." Dawn's words seemed to smack the life out of Cathy. She went pale as a ghost, a look of shock and wide-eyed disbelief occupying what moments earlier had been a cute and colorful face. "W-w-w-what??!!" "You heard her," I chimed in. "Didn't these two warn you that once you're in, there are certain things you might have to do?" Cathy looked from Dawn to Becky, mouth opened wide. "Sure," Becky said. "I told you that there was a risk that you might have to go too." "Well, I didn't think you were serious," Cathy came back. "Besides, even if you were, why so quickly? Can't we just bask in the moment?" "No time like the present," Dawn replied. "So how are you going to do it?" "I'm not!" Cathy shouted as she started up from the couch. Anticipating her move, I had already stood up and was blocking her exit from the room to the kitchen. Taking my cue, Becky had stood up and was doing the same toward the door wall. Cathy looked at the two of us and sat back down. For the next several minutes we discussed what Cathy would have to do. She shot down one idea after another until finally settling on one. Because she had only been a part of the last "exposure," she wouldn't have to be chased around naked like the rest of us were. Cathy would go upstairs to the bathroom, take off her clothes, and wrap herself in a bath towel. She would come down to the family room, where the three of us would be sitting on the couch, and she would stand in front of the TV. Facing away from us, she would unwrap the towel, exposing her naked backside to us-well, me, specifically; at least I was hoping the other two weren't interested in seeing her bare ass. After that, she'd simply cover back up and go upstairs and get dressed. Cathy headed upstairs and the three of us looked at each other on the couch and whispered, "Sucker!" While she got ready upstairs, we concocted our own plan downstairs. After about ten minutes (we were patient) we heard Cathy's footsteps coming down the stairs. Looking over the back of the couch, I watched Cathy enter wrapped in a bright yellow towel. As petite as she was, the towel extended from under her arms and below her bare shoulders to just above her knees. Cathy was blushing slightly as she came into the room, so I believed that she was, indeed, not wearing anything underneath her towel. Just to be sure, though, I pushed the envelope. "You know, Cathy, if you're not completely naked under there and you don't show us your completely naked behind, we will completely undress you right here and won't let you put your clothes back on." With nervous eyes, Cathy assured me she was naked and we'd see what we were promised. And with that, she stepped in front of the TV and turned to face away from us. Before opening her towel, she asked how long it was required to stay open. Becky replied that she couldn't close it until we told her to or if one of us-namely, me- got up for a better look at more than her backside. Cathy said okay and put her hands up to the top of the towel, one behind her and one in front, to where the end was tucked in under her right shoulder and arm. She loosened it, took a deep breath, and began to pull it open. Her hand behind her moved slowly-at least for my tastes- revealing first a bare shoulder, then gradually the full right side of her back, rear end, and leg, then her left side, rear end, and leg. She kept her arms up, holding the ends of the towel in each hand at shoulder height, as I stared up and down at her pretty young woman backside. Her back and shoulders were well defined and slightly muscular from her athletics, and her butt was firm but smooth. Her hips were relatively flat and her thighs and calves sported good definition. Simply a pleasure to look at. Becky obviously didn't want me to get too good a look, and she also knew it wasn't over, so she told Cathy to go ahead and cover back up. Much more quickly than she uncovered herself, Cathy wrapped the towel back around, tucking it right in front of her this time. As she turned to head back toward the kitchen and upstairs, though, the three of us had gotten up and blocked her path by the couch. Cathy's face again went pale as she realized that she was far from done. Dawn shared the obvious with Cathy, telling her that there would be more, that we weren't going to let her off that easy. She instructed Cathy to head toward the door wall as Dawn herself went over, unlocked it and slid it open wide. "You're not going to make me stand out there without any clothes on, are you?" Cathy asked, voice trembling. "Relax," Becky replied. "You're already not wearing only clothes. The towel will just help you to stay dry." Cathy must have thought that she was simply going to have to step outside in her towel, because she started for the open door as if to go outside. Dawn stopped her from stepping out, though, instructing her to instead stand in front of the open door and face Becky and me, who were now right behind the couch, about five feet away. Standing in the open doorway leading outside, Cathy shivered slightly, keeping a death grip on the towel with arms crossed in front of her. While Dawn stood to the left of her, Becky stepped to Cathy's right, leaving me alone in front of her. Dawn instructed Cathy to drop her arms by her side, and slowly she did, staring at me all the while. "Drop the towel," Becky ordered. Cathy didn't move. "Drop it," Dawn echoed. Again, Cathy didn't move, continuing to stare straight at me. Becky and Dawn quickly reached down and each grabbed one of Cathy's hands. "Okay," I said. "Then we do it the hard way." While trying to keep her arms pressed against her sides, Cathy resisted Becky and Dawn's attempts to raise her arms, but not for long. After a few seconds she let up her resistance and they lifted her arms several inches away from her sides. I smiled at Cathy, and she smiled back slightly, as I leaned forward, took a handful of her towel in my hand, and pulled down and back. The towel immediately untucked itself and dropped from Cathy's body. I draped it over my arm and stood back a couple of feet, Becky and Dawn still holding her hands to prevent her from covering herself back up. I looked over Cathy's naked body, up and down. Just as athletic looking in front as behind, her breasts were small but stood right up. Each was a perky little handful with an erect nipple from both the chill of the outside air and the excitement of the moment. Cathy's stomach was firm and flat, with some muscle definition. She did not trim her pubic hair in as closely as Becky and Dawn did, but it was still well trimmed. And she was a natural blond. Like from behind, her hips were thin and her thighs muscular. For her size, Cathy was very well proportioned and could be very proud. Were we done with her? Nope, not yet. "Would you two let me go? I'm not going anywhere and I'm not going to cover myself. He's had enough of a look that there's nothing more he hasn't seen." "Well, we'll let you go," Dawn replied. "But he hasn't seen you all wet yet." As she spoke the last line, Dawn and Becky flung Cathy into the backyard and quickly slid the door closed. Cathy didn't fall, like I had, but was not able to make it back to the door before it was closed and locked. She pounded on it once, but realized that made quite a bit of noise, so she didn't do it again. Covering herself with her hands and shivering slightly, she asked if we would open the door and let her in. I was now standing at the door with her towel, shaking my head. She asked what she had to do for us to open the door back up. I smiled, and told her she needed to lie down on the wet grass on her stomach lengthwise, so that I could see her from head to toe. She took a deep breath and did as I said, even "posing" by propping herself up on her elbows and putting a foot up. Lying on the grass in that way gave Cathy's butt a little more oomph, as it bubbled up, raindrops dotting the goose bumps that covered it. I motioned for her to roll over onto her back. She gave me a dirty look and asked me if I thought she was a dog or something. "Far from it," I replied as I held up the towel to remind her of my power. After a few seconds, she rolled over onto her back, lying flat for a moment before again propping herself up on her elbows and bringing up her far (right) knee in another centerfold pose. Having been lying on her front on the wet grass, many blades stuck to her chest, belly and legs. She tried to wipe them off, but they pretty much just kind of moved around instead. I enjoyed watching, though, as her breasts moved around and her muscles tightened and relaxed. After a few seconds of trying, Cathy recognized the futility of her efforts and stopped. It suddenly dawned on her that she was out in the open and she sat up, covering herself with her arms and quickly scanning the perimeter of the yard. As was the case when I was out there without anything on, there was no one around. Then she surprised all of us. Apparently confident that no one but us could see her, Cathy started running around the yard with nothing on, like a three-year-old who gets away from her parents and discovers the freedom of being undressed. She ran right along the fence line, occasionally jumping to look over to the other side for anyone that may be out in the rain over there. There must have been no one, though, as she worked her way around the yard, not stopping once. She ran by the doorway, slowing slightly and raising her arms, saying, "I'm free!" in a muted shout of joy. Then she cut across the lawn diagonally doing a couple of gymnastic leaps followed by a flip. Boy, I thought to myself, if anyone is looking out of that two-story house behind Becky's, they were getting quite a show. Hell, we were all getting quite a show. Paying such close attention to Cathy's gymnastics, I didn't realize what was going on right beside me. Becky and Dawn were actually disrobing on either side of me, urging me to do the same. "Come ON, Phil," Becky pleaded. "How often do you get a chance to run around in a rainstorm naked?" "You forget, I had my chance a little while ago and I decided not to." Dawn was down to her bra and panties by now and grabbed my by the arm. "Don't make us undress you and throw you out like before." "No, no. You guys go ahead." Deep inside, though, I wanted to take this risk. Becky was down to her underwear, too, by now, but neither was going any further until I proceeded, as well. Out in the backyard, Cathy was on her back, doing backward somersaults over her head. God love a gymnast! Throwing caution to the wind (besides, I had told them earlier that I'd stay naked if they all got naked; here was my chance), I unbuckled my pants and started to undress. When I had gotten down to my boxers, I paused and put my thumbs inside my waistband, waiting for Becky and Dawn to continue, as they had waited for me to catch up. They both reached behind their backs and undid their bras, holding them in place in anticipation of who was going to make the next move. We stood there for a second, looking at each other. Finally, Dawn spoke up. "Okay, one, two...THREE!" With that, I slid my boxers down and Becky and Dawn whipped off their bras. Standing naked with my shorts around my ankles, I waited for each of them to pull down their panties-which they did. Becky unlocked the door wall and slid it open and the three of us darted into the yard, three teenagers freed from the shackles of clothing. We danced around the yard, Becky and Cathy doing their gymnastic moves while Dawn and I just sort of improvised. There was nothing sexual about our interaction in the yard. We'd hold hands and swing each other around, a few times one of the girls bounced into me or I into them, but there was no groping or freebies. We were simply having fun in the rain. Stark naked. After a while, I stopped and sat down, watching the other three flit about me, dancing and bouncing. It was as I was sitting that I grew quite excited, seeing various female body parts bouncing, tensing, and relaxing. Their young, nubile bodies put on a heluva show, and I found myself again completely erect, enjoying myself immensely. Becky soon discovered my "condition" and sat down next to me to observe a little closer. I told her she could look, but not touch, and I looked her over as well. We were both sopping wet, and it really turned me on to see her that way. Had there not been two other people in the yard, I would have rolled over and taken her right there. But because we were not alone, I controlled myself and let her keep on looking. After a few more minutes, Dawn and Cathy discovered that Becky and I were just sitting and they joined us. Everyone cooled down in the rain, no longer concerned that the one neighbor's house was still within view of all of us. So what, we said. Let them look. Once we had all cooled down enough, we went back inside, drying off one by one with the towel Cathy had initially brought down. Before getting dressed, though, the girls sat on the couch and I faced them on the easy chair and we talked about the experience. We all had felt very free, running around like that. We were turned on by the slight risk that was involved of being caught (thank God Becky and Dawn's parents hadn't come home!). I felt rather proud of myself as the three of them complemented me first for having the nerve to go out and do it, and second for having such a nice body. While it had been obvious with Becky, Dawn and Cathy both confessed that they had wanted to run up and hold me out there, they were so turned on. Of course, just hearing that made me stiffen up again right there in front of them, and they giggled and apologized, keeping their stares right on my crotch as my eyes shifted from one bare chest to the next. We finally decided not to tempt fate and further and get dressed before the parents returned. As much of a thrill as it is running around naked with three pretty young women, I found myself just as turned on getting dressed in front of them and watching them dress, as if I was getting a sneak peek into their bedrooms. Finally, we were all dressed, Cathy came down to rejoin us, and we chatted some more. Our timing was very good, as not five minutes after we sat down, Becky and Dawn's parents came in the door, asking us how our afternoon had gone. "Oh, okay," we said in unison. You might think that we went on to have other adventures of this sort over coming weeks and months, but that was the end of it. I dated Becky off and on for about another year, and then that was it. But what an experience! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the hands of children. They should be outside playing in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 17