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My Awakening
Chapter 1 Babysitting
When I was 16, a schoolmate, Kevin, asked me to go with him to the
Hallowe'en Magic dance. My first date! Wear a costume or at least a
mask, dance in the gym under autumn-colored lights to music by a local
teen band! I liked Kevin. He was nervous after school as we walked to
our bus. A first for him too. I appreciated his courage, said "Sure,
I'd love to," and immediately worried what Mom would say. Well, it
wasn't to be. Mom said that on dance night we had to visit her aunt at
a senior village. Dad could sometimes be forceful but he generally
deferred to Mom regarding raising me, their only kid. This time he
looked up from his book and said "Oh hell, let her go! This kid needs
to have some fun!" For some reason Mom was adamant, unrelenting. It was
like this during those years–Mom always kept me from activities with
schoolmates. I don't know what she was afraid of. No sleepovers, no
dates, hardly any parties. So I really didn't get to have friends. I
saw other kids bantering with each other and flirting. But all that
took place in a world I didn't know. Boys were a big mystery. I rarely
got a chance to spend any time with them. Once when I finished my lunch
I looked across the noisy cafeteria I saw Kevin watching me. He quickly
looked down, but then looked again and smiled. I wanted to respond but
didn't know how–no experience dealing with boys. My curiosity, though,
was a fast-growing thing.
One day something amazing
happened. Mom told me a neighbor, Mrs Nolan, had called and asked if
Patty (that's me) might babysit their Ben. After the initial shock I
told Mom I would do it. Ben was a quiet 12-year-old–athletic, slender,
and well-mannered–a curly-haired and tanned standout among the kids on
our street. Ben seemed fixated on sports. I never saw him around any
girls. I'd often see him sailing by on his bike to middle school while
I waited for the high school bus. We always smiled at each other. Maybe
he liked the look of me–maybe I didn't look too bad. Sometimes I
noticed people's eyes lingering on me with little smiles on their
faces. Dad called me 'beautiful' or 'pretty one.' I thought he might be
exaggerating. Some aunts and uncles also told me I was pretty.
The babysitting assignment got me thinking more about that handsome
little Ben, and how spending an evening with him might be a fun way to
get to know more about boys, even their bodies. Was I perverted to be
thinking this way about a cute little guy younger than me? If so I had
little control over it. Oh well, I thought, I'll just be real friendly
with Ben and see what happens.
The job was on a
Friday night. Mom advised me to be polite, and to call her immediately
if there were any problems. I dressed in shorts and a baggy sweater
which somewhat concealed my pretty good chest development. When Mrs
Nolan greeted me at the door she looked me up and down with a little
smile of approval. At first I thought she was happy with my baggy
appearance, but later wondered if she simply approved of my looks and
the person I seemed to be. She herself looked pretty amazing in a
low-cut little black dress and pearls. They were going to a fancy
dinner party and would be out late. I was to put dinner out for Ben and
me, make sure we cleaned up, just be with Ben until his bed-time about
11, then wait for the parents to return. Cute little Ben came from
somewhere to greet me shyly. As they were leaving the dad smiled
broadly at me, and thanked me for helping. Maybe he also liked the look
of me.
Ben had on sweatpants and a tee shirt. Light
brown curls framed his tanned, good-featured face. I tried to think of
something to do together with the boy. I asked him to slowly stir the
chili as it warmed on the stove, while I grated cheese and made garlic
bread. I stood close, our hips barely touching at times. Ben moved a
half step away–I didn't know why. I was quite sure he wasn't afraid of
me. Maybe a strange girl this close was new to him. I'd be patient. I
hoped my freshly-bathed smell might be a little attracting. Our place
settings were directly across from each other in the breakfast nook. We
talked about school, teachers, kids we knew, who was cute, whether Ben
had a girlfriend and I a boyfriend. I told him I wished I had one as
cute as him. His eyes sometimes drifted to the front of my sweater. A
happy idea came to me: I told him the sweater was from my grandmother
and felt nice against the skin; I took his hand–he recoiled only
slightly–and placed it near my shoulder so he could feel the material,
and also maybe realize that I could be quite friendly. Tentatively, he
felt the soft material and said "Nice."
Ben said he
never had a girlfriend, and this presented a second opportunity for
touch! I put my hand on his leg, looked into his eyes, and told him I
thought he was very much OK and would have many. His shocked look made
me think he was maybe a little slow dealing with girls (just as I was
slow dealing with boys, at least until this moment). When he was
loading the dishwasher I leaned over him to help, my soft chest resting
on his back. I steadied myself with a hand on his hip. I felt unusually
brazen. This time he didn't move away.
So I was
finding ways to be a little close to the boy–but what next? I
challenged him to a game of checkers, figuring we might put our heads
together over the board on a little table. He drew red, and soon
mounted a vigorous attack while I was distracted by his darned
cuteness. I told Ben I had to pee. In the bathroom I rashly removed my
bra and stuffed it in my backpack. As the game resumed Ben seemed to
glance more often at my chest. He became a bit distracted and lost a
few pieces. We ended up with one of those draw games. Then we each won
a game. This wouldn't fill the whole evening.
Ben suggested a movie. I looked through the Nolan's DVD collection and found a slightly risque
romantic comedy. A large recliner faced the big screen TV. I took a
chance and asked Ben if he thought we could both fit in it. He
responded with a dubious "I think so." We made some popcorn. As we
settled into the recliner I had a sudden happy inspiration to spill
some popcorn into his lap and then cheerfully pick it up. What a
success! Thanks to the soft sweatpants fabric I thought I felt a little
feature in there. Ben said "Hey!" and I kept fumbling around for more
popped kernels, in the process accidentally-on-purpose definitely
touching his nice warm thing.
As we were about to
start the movie I told Ben my legs were a little cold, and asked about
a little blanket for us. He clambered down, lifted the lid on a window
bench, came back with a big knit throw, and crawled up next to me. We
settled in again. I began to regret my choice of shorts which were a
little uncomfortable and restricting—sweats would have been more
comfortable. Maybe if there were a next time.
The
movie rolled. Ben and I were so close together my hand naturally fell
on his upper leg. I left it there, and grabbed his thigh twice during
exciting scenes. When the popcorn was gone he slipped his arm under
mine and rested it on my thigh. It felt wonderful being close to the
good-looking little guy. Ben seemed to relax, and started smiling more.
Then an inspiration came to me. It was dishonest but my curiosity was
so strong. During a slow scene I pretended to nod off, with slow deep
breaths. I thought he might try to wake me but he didn't. I let my hand
"unintentionally" slide toward his boy parts, stopping against the side
of his warm and healthy hard-on. Ben seemed to accept my drowse. I
counted a full minute, then still "sleeping" let my hand rest almost on
his boner. With closed eyes I followed the soundtrack.
Then another happy inspiration! I pretended to suddenly wake up, saying
"Oh! I'm sorry I drifted off. What did I miss?" Ben pushed pause on the
remote and started to explain some of the action. I interrupted, "Oh my
gosh, I saw where my hand ended up! I'm so sorry. That was very kind of
you not to wake me." Ben said "Oh that's OK." He seemed to be rapidly
losing any reluctance about closeness.
I told Ben it
wasn't really fair that I had unintentionally touched him there, and
could I make it up to him by letting him touch my chest? "Sure!" he
said enthusiastically.
"It's only fair" I said "How about when the movie's over?"
The End
eventually appeared on the screen and we shut if off. Ben clambered
down and put the bowls in the kitchen. He came to the living room and
stood a ways from the chair, not sure what would happen. "Well, I owe
you," I said, "I might as well pay up." He slowly climbed back in the
recliner. I threw the blanket aside, leaned back, presented my chest as
if reluctantly resigned to paying off a debt, and said "OK Ben, go
ahead."
Ben turned shyly toward me, tentatively
reached out with one hand to ascertain the "lay of the land" through
the sweater and passed his hand over my boobies. I stayed motionless,
enjoying the nice touches through the soft sweater. I said "Try the
nipples Ben, see if they change." A quick learner, he began lightly
pinching them.
"Yeah! Seems like they're getting
bigger and harder!" he said with a slightly husky voice. I put my hand
back near where it counted on his sweats, and let the back of my hand
rest against his sturdy boner. I was in heaven. It was even sweeter
thinking Ben might be a complete newbie, like me, to these pleasures.
For a few minutes Ben ran his hands around my chest. I noticed that it
was after 11pm. I was afraid the parents might suddenly come in.
"Alright Ben, it's late and time for bed."
"OK," a
subdued reply. I told him maybe I could babysit him again sometime.
"Great!" he said. Once he was safely in bed (doing whatever little boys
do when they're excited) I put the bra back on and cleaned up the
kitchen. When the parents came in Mr Nolan gave me two 20-dollar bills
and walked me home. I told him Ben was a real sweet boy. The dad seemed
very friendly, and asked if I might be available again in the future.
"Sure!" I said, but was thinking that if Mom knew how the physical
stuff was going she would definitely prevent this beautiful new thing
in my life.
Chapter 2 Scared
Waiting for the school bus Monday morning, and remembering Friday
night's fun, I started wondering if I had any powers of attraction. My
developing body seemed to easily draw in my new 12-year-old charge.
Without a plan I had been able to conjure nice pleasures for both
myself and the boy. Would I ever get another chance with him? Had I
killed my chances by going too far? Would he say anything to his
parents, or friends? The mom may have somehow suspected my awakening
curiosity—would she ever call me again? These thoughts were swirling
when I saw Ben biking toward me on his way to school.
He pulled up and smiled, and looked me in the eye. Then he looked at my
chest, obviously recalling Friday night, and said "My parents are going
to an art festival. I said I didn't want to go. If my aunt can't watch
me they might call you again."
"That's fine with me," I said.
"It's in a month or so."
"Oh, you'll have a girlfriend by then," I teased.
He said "I don't think so. But I don't care." He glanced again at my
chest. We smiled at each other. Then the little guy pedaled off.
When I got on the school bus I saw Kevin sitting alone. It was kind of
an unwritten rule that girls didn't sit down next to boys. But after my
babysitting adventure I felt I was on a roll and somewhat hesitantly
sat next to Kevin. I told him I appreciated his asking me to the dance,
even though I couldn't go. He said he had gone to the dance alone. As
we talked about school stuff and watched the streets roll by outside I
let the back of my hand rest against his leg. It was a warm day, he was
in shorts, my skin touched his. Where did I suddenly get this courage?
Kevin reacted calmly, but like me began smiling like a fool. We started
looking out for each other during school. It felt like a
beginning–maybe a little start dealing with an actual boy my own age,
and a nice boy!
After a few weeks Mrs Nolan called
Mom. Apparently when the aunt heard about the art show she wanted to go
too, and take her kids. My job would be a Saturday afternoon and
evening 'til about 11. If Mrs Nolan suspected anything weird about me
she didn't reveal it. Mom said the Nolans felt lucky to have found me,
and she actually looked at me approvingly. I'd have to keep her from
getting suspicious about my growing curiosities. I had to wait a week
for babysitting assignment #2.
At one o'clock on the
appointed day Mrs Nolan let me in the front door. She looked thoughtful
and focused, and welcomed me kindly. After some preliminaries she said,
"You know, Patty, Ben has started asking about girls' breasts, why they
have them, why do they wear bras, do they like having them–all sorts of
things he never seemed interested in before. This new curiosity seemed
to start after you babysat him. Did he somehow take an interest in your
cute little body when you were sitting him?"
I got a
horrible feeling I was in big trouble, and the Nolans might think I was
a pervert. Even worse would be my mom hearing about it–she'd control me
more than ever. I must have looked distressed because Mrs Nolan quickly
said, "Listen Patty, we are so pleased with this change in Ben. We had
thought he would never get interested in girls. His father says that by
age 12 he had a terrific curiosity about girls' bodies. But we never
saw this in Ben until now. So we may owe you a big thank you!"
Holy cow! What I had been feeling guilty about was actually valued! I
saw that the Nolans were completely different from my mom. I told Mrs
Nolan a mostly true account of how during a movie I had briefly dozed
off, when I woke noticed my hand was on Ben's lap, I apologized and
offered to let him touch my chest so we'd be even. "Just what I would
have done at your age if I had been as clever as you." she said, and
added, "I think it took someone as appealing as you to finally
stimulate Ben's curiosity."
I couldn't believe how
good this made me feel, but I still worried Mom might somehow hear of
it. "Please don't tell my mom anything about this. She"d never let me
come again," I said.
"We girls sometimes need a little privacy and independence" she said.
The dad came into the room smiling at me like I was some kind of hero,
or a new, highly-regarded member of the family. He said they were going
to pick up his sister and her kids on the way to the art fair. They
gave me instructions about food, phone numbers, etc. Then Mr Nolan put
his hand on my shoulder and kindly told me I had really helped Ben. The
mom said Ben would get dropped off by his coach after his soccer game,
saying "That stinky boy will really need a shower! Have him take off
his outfit and please put it in the laundry room."
"Tell Ben we said goodbye, we'll be back late-ish, maybe 11." They
drove off, and wouldn't be back for about 10 hours. I reconnoitered the
bathroom and the laundry room. It seemed that the mom had asked that
Ben hand me his clothes so I could put them in the laundry. Could that
be? I could try it, I thought, with a flutter in my stomach. Then I
went down and got out fixings for sandwiches and soup.
After a little while Ben was dropped off by his coach. His handsome
smile broke out when I met him at the door. I told him about his
parents saying goodbye, when they'd be back, and how his mom wanted him
to take a shower. His knees and shorts were grass-stained and it looked
like fast-food grease on his jersey. "Did you win?" I asked.
"3 to 1 and I scored one!" he said, beaming.
"Hey. I'll have a snack ready soon. First we need to get you clean and
your outfit in the dirty clothes." Pushing my agenda a little I told
him he could go to the bathroom, hand me his clothes and hop in the
shower. He seemed slightly disconcerted, but said "OK."
"I'll be right there," I said, "I just have to start the soup."
I tried to time it so Ben would have most of his gear off when I walked
in the bath. It worked out perfectly–he was just stepping out of the
shorts and was in only his tighty-whities. "Want me to start the
water?" I asked. "Sure" he said.
I reached past the
cute little guy, turned on the tap and waited for the hot water. When
it was a good temperature I said "All ready!" and glanced at him. He
was naked, holding the underpants but not in front of what I was
interested in so I was able to glimpse his equipment. "Let's have them"
I said and held out my hand. He gave them to me, hopped in, and closed
the sliding door (which was of nice clear glass). Ben said he had
shampoo and everything he needed. I scooped up the clothes, took them
to the laundry and returned.
Sitting and waiting on
the toilet seat, watching Ben through the glass, I was amazed at how
easy the Nolan family was about bodies. And I thought how outraged Mom
would be if she knew what was happening. It seemed the Nolans suspected
that my mom couldn't accept how teens got curious about bodies, and
they were deliberately helping me help their son get interested in
girls. Since I never got a chance to be with boys this was just a great
thing. I was also happy they considered me both cute and mature enough
to handle the situation.
Feeling adventurous I called out "You need me to scrub your back?" "Naw. This brush has a long handle on it," came the answer.
After a while the shower stopped. "I'll get you a towel" I said. Ben
started to emerge. I noticed a knee was still grass-stained. "Give me
that brush" I said, "your knees are still a holy mess!" I restarted the
shower and pushed him back in, then scrubbed the stains off with the
soapy brush, glancing (I couldn't help it) at his half-grown equipment.
The wiener seemed a little swollen. This was so much more interesting
than the diagrams in sex ed class.
"Turn around" I
said. He did and I scrubbed his back and cute little rear with the
brush, while my left hand, just below his navel, held him steady. When
finished I let my left hand fall straight down. It landed on a
well-developed warm hard-on which felt spring-loaded.
"Damn!" I said. "I touched you in the privates again! Does this mean I have to let you touch me so we're even?"
"I think it does!" he said, "And this time it was on my bare skin."
"OK Ben. I guess I'll have to be bare skin also," I said. While he was
rinsing off I unbuttoned my top and unhooked the bra which hung weirdly
so I took everything off above the waist. Little air currents on bare
skin made me feel very exposed. I'd never done anything like this
before. When Ben emerged with his little prick sticking out I put a
towel around his shoulders. Big eyes stared at my naked chest. I said
"Time for me to pay up," and ceremonially presented my chest. He didn't
hesitate, as if he'd been thinking about what to do, and began
caressing my nipples. The wetness from his fingers gave them a chill
and they immediately hardened and protruded more than I'd ever known.
Then he rubbed and squeezed. His pecker started pointing up. I wanted
so much to feel it but restrained myself. I was swooning and hated to
end the fun but after a couple minutes said "OK, are we even? Time for
some soup."
Ben toweled off his hair, then the rest
of him working from top to bottom, then hung the towel on a rack and
walked naked down the hall to dress in his bedroom. I was again
astonished at this family's casualness about bodies. Maybe our little
episodes were getting to be a little exciting for Ben. For me they were
terribly exciting.
Chapter 3 Long Day With Ben
After lunch we decided to bike over to the city park. I had to retrieve
my bicycle from our house. Mom was home, and gave me the eagle eye and
lots of directions on how to keep Ben safe on our ride. She seemed a
little pleased I was taking on the responsibility looking after a
younger kid. Good thing she had no idea how much fun it was.
It felt so good to pedal through the sun and the wind. When we had to
go single file Ben liked to follow. I wondered if he enjoyed watching
my fanny. At the park there were some kids from Ben's class. They
responded vaguely to Ben's wave. "Aren't they your friends from
school?" I asked. He said he didn't really have friends. "Why not?"
"I guess I don't fit into their little cliques and gangs. I just stick with sports."
"Is there a special girl you like?"
"Kind of. There's a girl named Kylie. But she's shy like me."
I thought it was too bad he couldn't connect with that girl. We stopped
on a little hill to watch some college types play frisbee, a good place
to talk. "So Ben. This Kylie. Is she skinny or fat?"
"She looks just right to me."
"Is she starting to develop a chest? You know, starting to get some womanly features?"
"Definitely! But the nicest thing is her face. So pretty and
smart-looking. She's got long, black hair. Only she's very quiet." I
asked Ben if he had a class photo at home with her in it. He thought
so, and would show me later. I told him he was developing some nice
young-man features, including his athletic build and a roguish smile.
"I know my parents are a little worried about me. Afraid I'm slow
'cause I don't seem interested in girls. Maybe they're right. Guys in
my class are always talking about girls' bodies. Some of them have gone
on dates."
"So Ben. It seems to me your family is
very different from mine. We never see each other except fully dressed.
And my mom avoids any talk about kids' bodies, or their feelings, or
their curiosities about bodies. Your parents seem very open to it."
"Yeah. We see each other naked a lot. You know, in the bathroom, or
looking for something in the laundry. And there's a couple places where
we're always naked."
"Really?!" I couldn't believe it. "Where's that?"
"Well for one, there's the hot tub. My dad installed it out back.
There's a rule: no fabrics. There's this theory that laundry detergent
or some chemicals will mess up the water. So no suits. And also when we
go to my aunt and uncle's house and get in the sauna. For some reason
everyone is always naked in the sauna and the shower just outside it. I
just grew up with it so I'm used to it. Oh! I just thought of a third
place. Some summers my folks rent this cabin in a resort where most of
the people go naked. There's swimming, volleyball, campfires. It's
great."
"Really! And are there girl cousins at your uncle's?"
"Yup. One is older and and one is younger than me. And Roger is my age."
"So you've seen everything! And they've seen you. That must be fun."
"Yeah. It always just seemed the normal way of things. But I never
really noticed much about girls till you. I think there's something
special about you."
"What?"
"Well.
You are a real nice person. You're really pretty. You sort of sparkle.
And your skin is so nice and your body seems perfect."
"Wow!" I said. "That Kylie is going to be very impressed with your
compliments young man. If you ever get to talk to her, that is. So your
cousins–do they like to go naked?"
"I guess so. We've
always been that way since we were little. Roger is always wanting to
strip off. Meg, the older one, she can be a little bossy. But she
always seems nicer when we're naked."
As we went
biking through our afternoon my mind was swirling with all this new
information. If we ever got to use the hot tub I'd have to completely
strip. Ben had already been all the way naked with me, so I supposed it
would be only fair for me to be naked too. Ben would see all of me
including my little mound partly covered by curly hair. Scary. And
thrilling. I had thought I would be way too shy to even consider this,
but everything happening with this family seemed to be changing me.
For dinner I made spaghetti, and we cleaned up. Ben showed me a class
picture with Kylie. We got out a magnifying glass–a beautiful girl a
little darker than the others, long straight black hair. Not smiling. I
thought I'd seen her, maybe with her mom at a store.
I asked Ben to show me the hot tub. It was next to the house,
surrounded by small fruit trees. There was a wooden pole with pegs for
towels or robes. Sitting on the cover I could feel the warmth, and I
could see no nearby windows of other houses–mostly fences, trees and
roofs. I asked Ben if he was going to use the tub–another opportunity
for me to see the naked boy. He said his parents didn't want him to use
it alone.
"I'm here to watch you" I said, before realizing how that statement could be interpreted way too truthfully.
Ben said we should ask permission first, and that maybe we could call
one of his parents. They carried mobile phones. Thinking we would ask
permission for Ben to use the tub, with me merely supervising, I said
"Good idea!"
Ben made a call from the landline. "Hi
Mom." A pause, then "Great. We went for a long bike ride and had some
spaghetti. Patty wants to know if it's OK to use the hot tub." A pause,
then he handed me the phone.
"Hi Patty" Mrs Nolan
said, "Sounds like you're doing a great job. The tub has been serviced
and it's all systems go. The temperature should be just right. Ben
knows how to handle the cover and the controls. Both of you should
rinse off in the shower before getting in–we want to keep the water
nice and clean. There's a shower close by just inside the basement
door. Now Patty, you know the rule about no fabrics?"
"Yeah. Ben told me about it. I was considering just watching while Ben went in." Again, this sounded weirder than I intended.
Mrs Nolan responded "Hmm. That's not how we generally do it. You should
get in with him. I"m sure it would feel very good. Ben can give you a
towel for after. And naked teenagers are nothing new to Ben or any of
us."
Oh boy! I was being swept along by events and
couldn't control them. I had to make a quick decision. I told her my
mom would freak out if she knew. Mrs Nolan told me to hold on while she
conferred with her husband. She came back on and said "What you tell
her is up to you. We don't feel any necessity to go into detail with
her. We've been telling her you're doing a great job for us, and that
Ben says you're the best sitter ever."
I took a deep
breath and told Mrs Nolan thanks, and that we"d be careful with the
water and everything. She said we couldn't really harm anything–the tub
was surrounded by flagstones.
My head was spinning
after the call. Ben was smiling brightly, maybe anticipating a little
fund ahead. I suggested we watch a little TV, and let it get a little
dark outside before using the tub. There was a problem with this
strategy motivated by modesty, but I didn't realize it until later. We
watched a couple TV shows side-by-side on the big recliner. Again, my
hand rested on Ben's upper leg close to and sometimes alongside the
goodies. A definite something rose in his shorts, and I felt the heat.
Ben lay his hand on the smooth inside skin of my thigh. After two shows
dusk finally settled outside. I took a big breath and asked Ben to turn
off the TV.
Chapter 4 Getting Wet
"So can you show me the hot tub thing?" I asked.
"Follow me." He led me to a shower in the basement. "You can hang up
your clothes here, and get a towel from this shelf. We're supposed to
get undressed before we turn on the shower–we're supposed to save
energy when we can." He quickly took off his shirt. I gladly noticed
the area was dimly lit. I took off my top, and was unhooking my bra
when I glanced at Ben–he was already naked, maybe a bit erected,
waiting, and watching me. Feeling brave, I faced Ben as I pulled down
my shorts, but then I got chicken and faced away when I slid my panties
down my legs.
Ben turned on the shower which was in a
good-sized stall and had no door or curtain. "Do we shower at the same
time?" I asked. "Sure! Saves energy. And we can do each other's backs."
He stepped into the warm cascade, doused his hair, and started cleaning
off his shoulders, arms and front. "You don't have to do your hair if
you keep it out of the tub" he told me.
I thought
"Well, in for a dime, in for a dollar." I eased all of naked me into
the shower and cleaned off everything I could reach. Ben asked me to
clean his back (though this was his second shower of the day), and I
did so with a bare hand, not neglecting the cute little rear end.
"My turn, I guess," I said and turned my back toward him. Ben rubbed me
clean, and the rascal rubbed my butt as I had his. Done. He turned off
the water. I wrapped a towel around myself. Ben just carried his.
We walked outside. Little drafts in new places surprised me–forbidden
sensations! Ben hung his towel on a peg and handily removed the tub's
cover. He had done this before, and seemed unfazed by his nakedness.
The tub looked like it could easily accommodate a few big people. Ben
climbed onto a step, then down deep into the water with an "Ahh!" It
was so dark I didn't feel too exposed, so hung up the towel and climbed
in opposite him. The enclosing warmth, the release from gravity, the
complete lack of clothes–it was a pure heaven completely new to me.
"OOH! This is great. You are so lucky to have this" I said. We soaked,
chatted, soaked, and went silent for a while lost in our own thoughts.
Ben said if I got too hot I could sit on the edge for a while. So,
pretty much obscured by darkness, I did. I deliberately stayed out long
enough to get a chill because I thought the warm water would feel all
the more lovely. It did. I could hardly get enough of these wonderful
feelings. Ben was out and in a few times, asking like a good host if I
needed anything.
Somehow I didn't think about the
passage of time. Not until I heard the shower start running nearby and
some kids giggling. Everyone must have arrived. I started to get out to
grab my towel, but too late. Three naked kids came out of the basement
and straight to the tub. "Hi! Is that the babysitter?" a boy said. This
was Roger. He flipped on a small outdoor light. I sank down in the
water.
"I'm Patty" I said. As the naked kids climbed
in, introductions were made all around. The older girl, Meg, looked a
little muscular and a glance showed that she was quite developed in the
chest. Roger was slender like Ben, and this accentuated his flopping
wiener. He got in right next to me and immediately tried to look me
over. The younger girl, Tammy, was skinny and very cute, with long
blonde hair. She climbed in opposite me. None of these kids showed any
embarrassment or hesitation about being naked with a stranger. I
couldn't help but smile at the good nature of this amazing family. We
exchanged information about ages, schools, vacations, etc.
After a while Mr Nolan appeared. "Five minutes kids, then everyone out.
It's getting late and close to bedtimes." I was still sunk in, but Meg
had been sitting on the seat with her whole chest out of the water. I
wondered if she was showing off for her uncle. Mr Nolan scanned us,
smiled pleasantly, and went back in with the adults.
"Darn!" said Roger, "I wanted to stay in for a while." But time was up.
After a little while, feeling like the responsible one and realizing I
had better get home, I said we should go in. Ben immediately climbed
out. Meg was slowest to move. I wrapped my towel around me then got
into my clothes as quickly as I could. But another wonder: these kids
dried themselves off, then just carried their clothes up to where the
parents were. I supposed that later on the cousins would put on at
least some clothes for their ride home.
Mr Nolan
walked me home again and paid me. As we said "Good night" he gave me a
knowing wink, which I took to mean we knew how to keep our mouths shut
about certain things with certain people, such as my parents.
As I drifted into sleep that night I recalled the glorious events of
the day–scrubbing Ben in the shower, the biking around town, the hot
tub, the naked cousins. I realized I had been so caught up in my own
modesty that I hadn't paid much attention to the kids' naked bodies.
Sure, I had grazed Ben's hard-on but he had a much better look at my
tits. In the tub I was so concerned with staying hidden I hadn't paid
much attention to all the naked kids. If I ever got another chance I
would be sure to study all their interesting parts.
Chapter 5 Kevin's Babysteps
My new friend Kevin and I were by then regularly sitting together on
the bus. He was always at the window, I on the aisle. I was actually
getting to know a teenage boy! He was smart–seemed to have a knowing
look in his eye. But I didn't think he was very confident. He dressed
well but not flashy–regular sneakers, not the expensive ones. It was
pretty easy to find things to talk about. Maybe he was a little slow,
like me, in dealing with the opposite sex. And maybe I was the slightly
more confident one. I pushed myself on him a little. I'd watch
something go by outside the bus and turn to follow it–this would force
my breast against his arm or shoulder. I'd sit close with our legs
touching. I'd rest my hand along his leg and whisper in his ear. Once
he leaned very softly against me–it felt like true affection. Sometimes
he'd move his book bag onto his lap–I suspected the reason. With a
smile I looked inquisitively into his eyes, squeezed his leg, and ask
why he did that. He played it off as nothing. The second time he had an
embarrassed, helpless smile. I knew that he knew that I knew he had a
boner because of me. Fooling with this nice boy was getting to be more
and more exciting.
Mom seemed to watch me like a
hawk. Maybe she sensed that my curiosities were growing along with my
body. It seemed to unsettle her. I kept my clothing toned down, and
pretended no interest in boys. Dad watched me too. Maybe his smiling
self just liked the look of me, or maybe he was watching how my growing
curiosity was clashing with Mom's control. Then, an unexpected event!
Mom announced she had to go spend a week with her ailing aunt. She and
other family members were taking turns doing this. We heartily waved
goodbye when Mom got in the back of the taxi. Dad seemed to see the
"free" week as an opportunity for me to have some fun, and offered to
take me roller skating. He asked if I'd like to invite a friend. Well,
one person came to mind. Shyly, I asked if I could invite a boy. Dad
asked a couple questions about Kevin, then beamed approval and said
"Sure!" Which is exactly what Kevin also said when I asked him!
We picked up Kevin Saturday afternoon. Dad conferred briefly with
Kevin's mom who waved to me with a big smile. Kevin and I waited next
to the car, not sure where to sit. Dad returned and said "Why don't you
kids sit in the back? I'll be the chauffeur!" We got belted in. I
almost reached across to take Kevin's hand, and was again surprised at
how brave I seemed to be feeling. There were a few kids we knew at the
rink–they seemed surprised. I often saw them watching me and Kevin. Dad
was our best skater. I did one couples skate with him, but when they
called the Sadie Hawkins I quickly asked Kevin, as if some other girl
might beat me! Round and around to the music, holding hands in the
colored lights. I was on a date! I had a new friend in Kevin, an actual
boy. Dad was encouraging and Mom was gone (for a while)!
On our way home we stopped at a pizza joint. Kevin and I hardly knew
how to deal with being together, but Dad helped solve the problem by
offering to drop us at the multiplex sometime if we wanted to go to a
movie. This idea resonated beautifully with my just-discovered pleasure
of spending time with this nice boy. When we dropped Kevin off he
introduced me to his mom. She smiled graciously, and somehow seemed to
be relieved at the sight of me. And we were able to arrange a movie
date for the very next afternoon, a Sunday.
The next
day I biked over to Kevin's. He introduced me to his dad who seemed
very happy to meet me. So this might be another nice family! Kev and I
pedaled to the multiplex, got tickets for the teen horror show, of
course popcorn, and went up to the balcony. After the loud previews the
house lights dimmed. I asked Kevin if we could raise the armrest
between us, and he did so. I thought of my little spilled popcorn trick
with Ben and wondered if I should try it, but held back thinking: "not
so fast Patty!" Kev made sure I was comfortable. I settled in close
with my hand next to his thigh. After about an hour I put my hand on
his thigh and he put his arm around my shoulder. On screen teen boys
and girls were running away screaming from some evil force in a dark
cornfield. I squeezed Kevin's thigh. During subsequent frights I moved
my hand a little closer to the goodies. It seemed like I was the only
one being adventurous. Maybe Kevin lacked confidence because, like me
before babysitting Ben, he had little experience with the opposite sex.
I shifted position so his hand would dangle on my chest. He slowly
started tentatively feeling a breast. I regretted that the damn bra was
in the way, but absorbed the forbidden pleasure.
On
screen half the teens were bloodied, dead, and lined up for removal to
a morgue. The spectral killer was somehow vanquished by an
extraterrestrial teenager. The houselights came on so I sat up straight
and proper. We downed ice cream cones, then pedaled toward our
neighborhood. As we passed a park I asked Kevin if we could stop for a
minute. I led him into a clump of trees where I took both his hands,
looked him in the eye, told him thank you for going with me, and gave
him a little peck on the cheek. He was obviously happy with this, and
tried a sweet little kiss on my lips. When we got to his house Kevin's
mom seemed very happy that Kevin had had an actual date, and as I left
said "Hope to see you again soon!" How nicely everything was going.
Chapter 6 Dad's Strategy With Mom
Mom was to arrive back home Wednesday in time for dinner. Dad asked if
we shouldn't ask Kevin to have dinner with us that night. Knowing Mom's
strong feelings I thought he might be crazy. Then I realized he'd been
thinking about making it possible for me to be more like a normal
teenager. He had made a plan to help bring her around. He knew that
while she was gone I had started to explore a little. Dad wanted these
changes to be a fait accompli when she returned. He was an
executive at the electric company, very used to making decisions that
affect how things ran. That side of him came out now.
Kevin checked with his parents who said OK. We went to Luigi's, our
favorite Italian restaurant. Mom would have to behave well in a public
place. I told Kevin the plan, how it could be difficult for Mom, and
apologized for roping him into our little family turmoil. "Wow," he
said, "This should be interesting." Dad instructed me to do three
things: (1) politely introduce Mom to Kevin, (2) ask how things had
gone with Aunt Polly, and (3) explain how we had all gone skating.
Dad, Kevin and I were having rolls and butter when Mom arrived and
walked toward our table. When she saw a boy my age her shocked look
made me wonder how this could possibly work. Dad nudged me. I stood up
to greet her. Something impelled me to give her a little hug. Then
Kevin was standing very straight next to me and looking into Mom's
eyes. I said "Mom, this is my friend Kevin. Kevin, this is my mom.
She's been gone a whole week!"
"Very nice to meet you
Mrs Avery," Kev said confidently. Mom was flabbergasted, and after a
pause mumbled something vaguely appropriate.
Dad
quickly said "Have a seat, dear. We waited for you before we ordered.
But I did make sure to get you a Cabernet." Mom looked speechlessly at
me, then at Kevin. Dad tapped my foot with his.
"So
Mom, how is Aunt Polly doing?" I asked brightly. I felt Kev's hand on
my leg. It was like a sign of approval for how I was handling myself.
Mom seemed to battle her surprise and collect her thoughts, and finally
said "She's weak but in good spirits. And very glad to have me there.
She needs help with cooking and cleaning, but can still do a a lot of
things for herself. Your Aunt Joanne arrived before I left, so she's
not alone." Again, Mom's eyes were riveted on me and Kev. Then she
stared at Dad who had a relaxed smile. Right at that moment I could see
Mom giving in to the new realities! It was as if she knew she'd
eventually start to lose control of me, and realized the inexorable
process had begun.
The waiter, a polished-looking and
handsome young fellow with slick black hair, diverted us from the
tension and took our orders. Then Dad told an anecdote about a lovelorn
fellow at the electric company, then winked at me. I related our skate
outing and how I would have fallen for sure if I hadn't been holding
first Dad's and then Kevin's hand, and how there were lots of kids from
my grade at the rink. I felt no need to mention the movie date. Mom
even began to engage with Kev, asking about his family and what he
liked at school. On the way home I held Kev's hand in the back seat,
and gave him a hug before he exited the car. There was an outside light
on for him. Dad waited for their door to open and we all gave Kevin and
his dad a wave. So the evening could not have gone better. I was
actually proud of Mom and how well she handled the shock of the
inevitable changes in the family. Maybe she was partly relieved? It
must be hard trying to always be in control.
My
curiosity and and my urges had been restrained for years. They were
suddenly released by my babysitting Ben, my new friend Kevin, and Dad
beautifully pacifying some of Mom's fears. The onrush carried me along
into even more curiosity. How did boys' peckers work? Were they all
pretty much the same? Why did boys sometimes get hard? Why was I so
attracted to the looks of some boys, especially when they were
shirtless? Sex ed at school had basic diagrams of the mechanics, but it
seemed to me that feelings and attractions must have a lot to do with
sex and babies. Who could help me understand some of this? I decided to
approach Dad.
Mom generally grocery shopped Saturday
mornings. The next Saturday Dad was working in his cozy basement
workshop. "Whatcha doing Dad?"
"Making a couple
birdhouses. One for the light pole in our back yard, and I'll have the
boys put the other in a tree where I can see it from my office. They
can use a lift to get it up there. So what's up, sweetheart? You're
growing up so fast these days! Anything I can do for you?"
He was so kind and reassuring, I thought it would be OK to just dive
in. "Well Dad, I've been curious about boys. Can I talk to you a
little?"
"Sure Honey, fire away!" he said.
First off, I told him about how when I was babysitting Ben Mrs Nolan
wanted me to take his dirty soccer outfit when he got in the shower,
make sure he got clean, the dirty knees which I had to scrub with a
brush, how Ben didn't mind being naked, and that I learned later that
being naked was common for him and his cousins.
Dad
said "So you saw his boy stuff? That's just the thing for a curious
girl! Did he get an erection, you know, when the penis gets bigger and
sticks out?"
"Well yes, I think so when I
accidentally touched it while scrubbing him. Later Mrs Nolan said she
and Mr Nolan were glad Ben was finally getting interested in girls
after spending some time with me. She seems to think I somehow had some
effect on him."
"That's no surprise Patty. You're a
beautiful girl, not just physically but you're also kind, smart, and
warm-hearted. Anything else to report?"
"Well, the
Nolans have a hot tub. They have a rule about no fabrics in the water.
I wanted to see how it worked by having Ben get in. But when he called
his mom to get permission she told me it would be better for me to get
in also. So after dark I did. It felt so good I kind of dozed off and
lost track of time. Then Ben's cousins suddenly arrived and they also
jumped in naked."
"Wow!" Dad said, "you've been having some great adventures. So these cousins, were they boys also?"
"Two girls and one boy Ben's age. I was shy and stayed under the water
until Ben's dad came and told us it was getting late and to get out
soon. He went back in the house. Ben and his cousins all stayed naked
but I quickly got dressed to come home. I also learned that there's a
sauna at the cousins' house and they all go naked there, the parents
too."
"Sounds nice" Dad said, "Wonder if we should
get a hot tub, or maybe you'd prefer a sauna? Well, I think you're a
lucky girl to have these experiences. The Nolans sound like nice
people. But you were going to ask me something?" I was astonished to
hear Dad might be open to a hot tub. What would Mom think? But I went
ahead with my questions.
"Dad, why do people always
wear clothes? I was really surprised at how good it felt to be naked,
especially with the other kids."
"Excellent question
Honey. There are actually tons of people who like to go naked. There
are nudist camps, nude beaches, etc. And many people like to be naked
at home. Evidently Ben's family is like that. How well I remember
during our college years your mom and our circle of friends going to
nude beaches. And we found this remote swimming hole where we had 2
rules: 1- no clothes, and 2- you had to first enter the cold water by
dropping off a rope swing with everybody cheering. I don't know why we
stopped those fun things. I guess we got too busy after we got married,
got careers, and had you."
"Sounds like you guys had a lot of fun. Mom really liked to go naked?! Do you think she'd ever go for it again?"
"Perhaps," Dad said, "we might gradually re-introduce her to the
practice. We'd have to be patient. And brave. For example, how would
you feel about being naked in front of your father?"
"Well, until I started babysitting Ben it would have seemed wrong
somehow. But now I think it would be no problem." This talk with Dad
was going great. Again I thought there was much more to be gained by
being brave than being chicken. I took a chance. "Maybe I could find
out right now how it feels. I can try going topless."
"Be my guest." Dad said. "But be careful not to shock your mom if she comes home. We better try to ease her into it."
Dad used the word "we!" Could that mean what it sounded like? That he
might go naked too? But I left that aside for the moment and feeling so
brave and so free I unbuttoned the top of my sweater.
Chapter 7 Bare, and More Bare
I grabbed the bottom hem and started to lift off my sweater. I had
nothing on beneath. Dad stopped me and said that maybe we'd better move
upstairs where we could hear the car returning on the gravel driveway.
Dad settled in his easy chair, I on the couch, then I lifted off my
sweater. It felt wonderful. Dad smiled broadly. He probably hadn't seen
me this way for 5 years. I couldn't help but ask if I looked OK.
"Honey, you are a most beautiful creature. I don't know how I
contributed to it. I'd say everything I see is perfect, like the rest
of you." I had always thought my tall Dad was awfully nice looking, and
told him so.
"So here's a question. Guys get
erections. Other people notice. It embarrasses the guy. Why do they let
their wieners get big and hard?"
Dad got a big laugh
out of this. "They can't help it Patty. Girls often have that effect on
guys. There's not much the boy can do about it. When I was a teen with
all those hormones sometimes I tried to prevent it from happening by
trying to remember sports statistics, or estimating the distance
between things like windows or pictures on the wall. Sometimes it
worked. Sometimes it didn't. And girls have a lot of control over
whether a boy gets an erection. If the girl looks nice, smells nice,
and looks sweetly into his eyes, the guy is often helpless. All he can
do is turn away, move away, maybe adjust his pants. Have you noticed
boys getting erections when they're with you?"
"Not
really. I thought this stuff was supposed to be bad. I didn't look for
it. But I have to admit I've been getting very curious these last few
months. I didn't have any confidence at first, but the first time
babysitting Ben I definitely noticed. We were sitting close together
watching a movie. My hand just ended up on his lap and I felt heat
coming from his stiff little thing. Why do they get so warm?"
"Full of hot blood. That's what makes 'em pump up. The main purpose of
course is to shoot baby-making seeds into the female, and they have to
be stiff to do it. This is the way we are built. Helps perpetuate the
human species. Of course no one should make any babies until they are
grown up, and settled down with a good partner." He went on to say,
"Knowing how sweet you are, and looking at your beautiful self, I'd
expect a lot of boys would get stiff wieners if they got close to you."
I loved the conversation we were having. And I could
feel thrills running through my body. I took another chance. "Dad, do
you have a hard-on right now?"
He said nothing at
first, just looked up as if at something very far away. Then, "I guess
I do a little bit. It's just a normal reaction."
I couldn't see much the way he was sitting. "Does it feel nice?"
"It's something that always feels nice, even though it might be embarrassing or an unwanted distraction."
I was on a roll. "Can you show me?"
He looked into space again. And after a few seconds, "Why don't we
gradually work up to some family nudity while trying to bring your mom
along?" Of course I had already started by getting completely bare from
the waist up, and pointed this out. Dad called me the leader and said
he was proud of me. We continued talking, and agreed to gradually show
more skin at home, as if it was the most natural thing, then see how
Mom reacted. He suggested we call it our "campaign." We'd review our
progress when she went marketing again.
I started
making changes immediately. I went naked to and from the shower, and
didn't even carry a towel. While showering I kept the bathroom door
open. At about day 3 of my little campaign Mom finally noticed and
asked, "Aren't you afraid someone will see you?" I asked who could
possibly see me except my family? She shook her head and walked away. I
started wearing skimpy PJs through breakfast, and during evenings when
I was doing homework, reading, or watching TV. The weather was hot so
it was no problem wearing the thinnest, smallest PJs I had. I generally
forgot to button all the buttons and never had on anything underneath.
Dad dressed for the office in the morning. I watched for subtle changes
during the evenings. He had always exercised but now he started doing
it more (I thought maybe he wanted to appear more fit if we actually
got naked sometime). He wore gym shorts and one of those undershirts
with straps–I once heard someone call them "wife beaters." Then he
stopped using the shirt, and finally the shorts were replaced by
boxers. Another thing: I saw him go up behind Mom as she stood at the
kitchen counter and feel her rear and nibble at her neck. On day 4 of
the campaign he got off his spinning bike wearing boxers, leaned over
Mom, kissed the top of her head, and put his hand down her front inside
her housecoat–I was sitting facing away from them but quickly darkened
and re-positioned my laptop screen so I could watch. She protested but
not as much as I thought. I was so proud of Dad.
It
was also day 4 when Mrs Nolan called and asked if I could watch Ben and
his cousin Roger on Friday night. They were all going to some art show
but the boys would rather stay home with the babysitter (me!).
So on the night of the job we had pizza–the standard fallback meal for
kids and babysitters–and as we were cleaning up cousin Roger asked if
we could use the hot tub. I thought maybe the little guy wanted to see
me again, and I was hoping for another chance to pay more attention to
the naked boys. "How about you Ben?" I asked. "Sure" he replied.
"The sun hasn't gone down yet. Should we wait for it to get dark?" I
asked. Both boys simply said "Why?" So we headed down to the basement.
As we undressed both boys kept me in view. I knew this because I myself
was unable to stop watching them. I wanted to see their little
equipment. Ben quickly got his pants off–his pecker seemed to be normal
size. Roger was maybe a little swollen. Neither had any hair growing
there as I did. I decided to experiment. Rather than turn away I faced
them and stood rather close. As I slowly revealed my chest they
certainly paid attention. As I bent down to take off my shorts and
panties I got good looks at their wieners. They were both starting to
stick out. Whoo whee! I had to restrain myself from reaching out to
touch them.We got in the shower.
"Can one of you boys
rub off my back?" I asked. Both boys rubbed me with bare hands under
the warm spray of the shower. How I loved it! I said "You're doing
great. Might as well do the rest of me." They did a great job on my
bottom, legs and particularly the chest. This was heaven. I wondered
how far they'd go. They stopped at my pubic hair.
"Here. I better rub you boys down too," I said. I started with Roger's
hair and worked my way down his entire body, including rubbing his
little stiffy–first time I had actually felt one! I turned him around
and reached between his legs to get his balls. His hard-on was now
clearly pointing up, not just out. Then I did Ben the same way and got
a similar result. Walking out to the tub in the daylight was another
thrill. I supposed if there were any snoopy neighbors they were
probably accustomed to seeing naked kids–and grownups too–around the
hot tub.
I floated on my back in the warm embrace of
the water. This put my tits and mound on the surface. After a first
inspection the boys were rather casual about it–accustomed to the
sisters I supposed–and they started doing boy things like competing to
stay underwater. I was far from accustomed to this nakedness stuff, and
very curious, so I asked them if they could back float like me. More
bony than me they didn't float so well, so I held them up a little with
my hands on their cute behinds. This gave me a great view of what I
wanted to see. They were similar but had differences. For example Ben's
wiener was bigger and curved a little to the left, while Roger's was
thinner and straight. While I was holding them up they again got hard.
"Wow" I said, "How do you make that happen?" "Can't help it" Ben said,
"it does it anytime it wants, and I can't stop it." Roger said it was
the same for him. This confirmed my dad's explanation.
After a while, having returned, the whole family group was coming our
way, all naked and wet from the group shower. Mrs Nolan must have
decided I was accustomed enough to nakedness to deal with adults as
well as kids. I remembered to try to ignore my modesty to concentrate
on looking. The dads' wieners were soft and dangling, and way bigger
than the boys'. The moms had gotten a little thick in their middles and
their breasts sagged and swayed a bit. They were tanned all over,
nonchalant, and enjoying the evening. The cousin's mom said "Look how
pretty that young Patty is." They murmured agreement. Roger piped up
saying "her tits are just perfect!" After that remark I felt I should
slowly stop hiding under the water. Nine of us crowded into the tub. I
couldn't believe how free and brave I felt jostling with naked kids and
adults. After some chatting (and observations) I said I'd better get
home. Trying to be casual, naked me went to the basement to get my
clothes. I walked home in a dream, thanking the Fates. Two months ago I
was lonely, frustrated by not knowing anything about boys–now I had all
these people, including naked boys, in my life. And Kevin, a boy my
age, was becoming a friend. I had learned how much trust there was
between me and Dad. And there had been a little progress with Mom.
Chapter 8 Pushing Boundaries at Home
The next morning, a Saturday, Dad and I in our own ways tried to
advance the campaign. I had these light-weight jammies with little
bottoms and a top with little soft buttons in front. Only I didn't
button them. I joined Mom in the kitchen and went for the coffee she
had brewed. I was just developing a taste for it. I poured a cup and
turned around looking for sugar. My PJ top was wide open. "Patricia
Avery why are you prancing around like that?" Mom said.
"Is somebody coming over?" I asked.
"Not that I know of. But you never know. And why aren't you wearing a bra?"
"Oh heck Mom, it's so much more comfortable without. I'd just as soon
not wear anything. I can see why people go nude, you know, during the
hot season. It feels so much better."
"I can't believe what I'm hearing," she said. "Where did you get these wild ideas? Certainly not from me or your father!"
"You guys talking about me?" Dad said as he walked in. "Oh good, fresh
coffee!" Even I was amazed. Dad, having exercised and showered, was
wearing only a towel tucked into itself. It looked like it could fall
off.
"Gifford! Look at your daughter! Is this the way
you want her to comport herself? She just told me she'd even rather not
wear anything! And you! Wearing a towel! You're not setting a very good
example!"
"Why Lily. How interesting to hear you say
that. Remember college days? All of us going naked up at that swimming
hole. Remember how you enjoyed swinging naked on that rope over all of
us? You liked everybody to be naked then. I guess Patty is the same.
She's just quicker than us and appreciating it at a younger age."
Mom was speechless. She tried to talk but nothing came out. "Mom, is
that true?" I asked. She simply said, "I forgot those days." Obviously,
some thoughts were forming in her mind. There was silence.
Dad filled the void. "Isn't our daughter beautiful? I'm so glad we made
her!" This reminded me that the seed that made me came from what was
under that precarious towel. Surprised by my own bravery and feeling
mischievous I walked behind Dad, surreptitiously loosened where the
towel was tucked in, and continued around toward the breakfast fixings.
Dad dared next. With a hot coffee in one hand and his laptop in the
other he walked through. The towel 'somehow' fell to the floor. "Oh
rats!" was all he said, as he slowly set down the laptop and looked for
a place to set the coffee. I saw that his parts were very nicely
formed. He wasn't hard at that point. I went to help him. I was all
bare-breasted. "Here. give me that coffee," I said. "Thanks Patty,
clumsy me," he said, in no hurry to recover the towel, "This reminds me
of the old days. Feels good."
Mom gathered up her
purse, the shopping list, the car keys, muttered something I couldn't
catch and quickly left. Dad and I gave questioning looks to each other.
For one thing, what was Mom thinking and feeling? Was the campaign too
aggressive? For another thing, this was the time to assess the
campaign. How should we proceed? Dad said, "Well, I think I'll have a
little breakfast. How about you?" So we had coffee and bagels. I
remained in deshabille. Dad re-fastened the towel–I think he was unsure about how open to be with his curious, bare-breasted teenage daughter.
"Well, I guess the ball's in Mom's court," I said.
"I think she'll be OK," Dad said, "At least she's tolerating our
shenanigans. Who knows? This might rekindle the fun she had being naked
20 years ago. I think since then she's adopted some of society's
conventional notions. I guess I have also to some extent. Thank God we
have a brave daughter that questions things."
I was
really getting to appreciate Dad more and more. We were a team on a
brave edge. We trusted each other. And he was reasonable, thoughtful,
and respectful of both me and Mom. I guess it was youthful adventure,
curiosity about bodies, or maybe just teenage hormones that made me
keep pressing. "Dad, I also think we should be patient with Mom. But
maybe we have to campaign on ourselves. Do you think it would be okay
if we tried being totally naked together while it's just us? If it's
difficult for us, we'll understand Mom's situation better."
"What a gal you are," he said. "Not just beautiful, but thoughtful and
very smart. Okay. I'm ready if you are. I'll be in the living room." As
he walked away he moved the towel to a shoulder. I decided I wanted to
bare all in front of him. So I topped off my coffee, walked into the
living room, settled the mug on a table, took off the PJ top, threw it
on the couch, then dropped and stepped out of the little PJ bottoms. I
sat on the sofa, we smiled at each other, and started to talk. It soon
became apparent that this nakedness might not be much of a problem for
either of us. I thanked God for all my previous experience in the
Nolans' hot tub. I had a good view of Dad's baby-making equipment. The
peter seemed kind of big. I realized I had my legs crossed and we
weren't exactly even, so I uncrossed them, further exposing myself.
I told Dad that if he got hard I figured it was something he couldn't
control, as it was obviously uncontrollable for the boys I babysat, and
also apparently for my friend Kevin, so he shouldn't worry about it. I
also admitted how lucky we gals were to have our excitements hidden
away inside our bodies. I was experiencing excitement right then, and
hoped it wasn't obvious.
So we chatted some more
about my additional hot tub adventures, and being easy and patient with
Mom. Dad said he was proud of me for being both brave and responsible.
I loved the relaxed yet exciting feeling of sitting there with him, the
morning sun slowly moving across the carpet, the warm coffee, my young
body completely unencumbered, Dad's pecker starting to stand more at
attention. Finally I got up, gave Dad a peck on the forehead, and
started doing some work on my laptop, including finding some posts of
boys and girls without clothes.
My whole body felt
like a ripe fruit, ready for picking or maybe for fun! I had learned
that I was attractive, and I had some power over boys–power from my
developing girl body and my growing curiosity and confidence. It also
seemed to have something to do with a mysterious helplessness boys have
when girls effectively use their power.
I reflected
that I had 3 frontiers with this wonderful new body stuff: my
babysitting Ben which brought the whole Nolan family into the
picture–that was certainly going well; home where I was feeling
confident and hopeful but where there was still a challenge with Mom;
and my friend Kevin who seemed to lag behind me in confidence. Thinking
more about Kevin I felt some kind of energy between his house and ours.
I wondered if he was thinking of me like I was thinking of him.
Chapter 9 Mom Comes Around
For about a week Mom was quiet, withdrawn, uncommunicative. She was
also spending more time away from home. Once I saw her carrying a gym
bag. Whatever was she doing?
Finally, on laundry day,
we talked. I carried my hamper to where she was pre-sorting. "OK to add
these?" I asked. "Sure Honey" she said, "Make sure you get everything
that needs to go in the wash." Well, I knew the clothes I had on
weren't the cleanest so I took everything off and added to the pile.
She just looked at me and shook her head, but this time with a little
smile! "Still on this naked kick?" she asked. I said I might have to
give it up when the season turned cold. She took a deep breath. It
seemed she had something to say.
"Well, you know
Patty, I was a little shocked at your sudden interest in being nude. I
asked around. One mom said both her teens, a girl and a boy, both like
to be nude at home. Another one, a mutual friend, told me the Nolans
are apparently a nudist family. And I supposed you might have picked
this up from them. Is that right?" Somberly, I nodded. "Why didn't you
say anything about it?" she asked.
"I was so curious
about boys' bodies. I didn't want to miss a chance to see what they
were about. Ben had absolutely no problem with shower time. His mom
asked me to make sure he got good and clean in the shower after his
soccer game. Then there was the hot tub. They have a rule about no
fabrics in the tub. It was nighttime and very dark so I got in with
Ben. After a while the cousins arrived and they all jumped in
completely naked. I couldn't believe how nice it felt to be in there
with the other kids. I was afraid if you knew you wouldn't let me
babysit Ben any more."
"You told your dad. That seems
obvious." I nodded. "Well" she said, "I guess I was making it hard for
you to talk to me. I've been thinking about it. You're growing up so
fast, and I just wasn't ready for it. Now I realize you've got to learn
about boys and bodies and sexual attraction. So it's probably a good
thing you got started over at the Nolans. And I'm glad you had at least
one parent to talk to. I'm sorry I came late, but I'm at the party
now."
I felt a huge wave of relief. Tears came to my
eyes, and naked as I was I went and gave Mom a big hug. She hugged me
back. I guess she was as happy as I was that we were re-connected.
Feeling goofy and confident I said, "Mom, those clothes you're wearing
might need to go in the laundry too!"
Then, son of a
gun, she took them all off and put them in the sort piles. "Patty" she
said, "My old body has gotten out of shape. I'm working on it. You know
what I love? Tennis! I've been playing a little every day. A girl has
to keep up appearances around someone as beautiful as you."
I thought she looked pretty darn good. Her breasts (my first food
pantries) were medium-sized and pointy. I thought that in a T-shirt
with no bra they would look pretty nice, especially to guys. Her arms
and legs were strong-looking, but maybe needed some sun. She had a nice
patch of frizzy hair below, and it seemed she had trimmed it.
Now that we were in cahoots we made a little plan. When Dad came home
that evening he found both of us completely naked amicably chatting at
the kitchen table about an indoor herb garden. "Well!" he said, "What
lovely people to come home to! Let me get out of this monkey suit and
I'll join you." He sometimes talked about his business attire that way.
He came in a few minutes later, wearing nothing, his equipment swinging
left and right. The kitchen was warm with dinner in the oven. Mom was
particularly gracious and sparkling. I didn't want us to dwell on just
nudity so I took this opportunity to show them my course offerings in
the junior year and the extra-curricular clubs, and ask their advice.
Everything at home seemed beautifully resolved now. Mom never bothered
me again about how I dressed or didn't at home. She trusted me. I felt
respected, almost like a partner in the family, no longer the
controlled little girl. I could waltz around naked as much as I liked,
frequently joined by Dad, and even by Mom. When visitors dropped by
unexpectedly they may have been puzzled to find Mom in a quickly-donned
housecoat, and maybe Dad in a bathrobe. I was quick to dash to my room
to put on shorts and a top, but definitely no bra.
Chapter 10 Some Progress With Kevin
My friend Kevin–I knew he could never be a complete friend to me unless
he was okay with how I liked to go naked. Maybe he could even join the
naked club? At least I could hope. I didn't have any idea how to
advance this notion. I must have had a guardian angel because an
opportunity arose, and I took advantage of it.
I was
spending more time at Kev's family's place, but was never brave enough
to broach the topic of clothes/no clothes. His mom always dressed
nicely. I stopped wearing a bra for these visits. I'm sure they all
noticed, but no one said anything. There was at least this successful
little foray in the bigger campaign.
Kev had
extremely cute and active 10-year-old twin cousins, Nikki and Pete. The
little blond rascals, with their folks, often visited. Occasionally Kev
and I would tend them when the parents went out for a little while. One
Saturday came when the parents asked us to take care of the kids so
they could see someone competing in a golf tournament. Just before they
left they called in the twins and found them in great spirits but very
muddy from jumping through puddles. It had recently rained hard. One of
the puddles must have had floating goose poop in it. The twins were a
mess. The moms asked if we could keep them from soiling the house and
clean them up. Immediately I sensed opportunity. I told them that I had
been babysitting and it would be no problem. Did I have experience with
kids this age? Plenty, I said. So the adults left us in charge.
I told the kids not to move from the porch while we made a plan.
"Should we undress them here or take a chance on them tracking through
the house?" I asked. Obviously they shouldn't bring all that crap in
the house. I suggested we get a bucket for the dirty clothes. Kev
fetched one from the basement while I told the kids we'd get them
undressed on the porch and then bring them in for a bath. They
complained they just had a bath the night before. I asked them to look
down at their legs and clothes. "Oh, okay," Nikki said. I told them to
put their clothes in the bucket. To show we were serious I immediately
grabbed the hem of Petey's T-shirt and told him to raise his arms. He
did. Straight in the bucket it went. So did sneakers, socks, shorts
until they were each down to underpants. "I don't want to be naked out
here," Pete said.
We could have let them in the
kitchen at that point, but I thought how fun it would be to have them
naked outside, however briefly. I told them to look carefully to see if
anyone was watching. There was a man mowing his side yard, and a family
setting up for a picnic, but no one apparently watching us. "Well?" I
asked.
"I guess not," Nikki said. "Don't think so,"
Pete said. I quickly pulled down Pete's underpants and told Kev to do
Nikki. I helped Pete step out of his underpants, and got a nice look at
his cute but pale, sun-deprived boy parts. Naked, these kids looked so
cute. They scampered inside and Kev brought along the bucket.
We got them into the main bathroom. Kev started the water. I was
wearing a thin white blouse which, fortunately, had a smudge on it
probably from the twins. "So Kev," I said, "I'm afraid about messing up
this blouse even more. Would you mind if I took it off? But I'm warning
you I'm not wearing a bra." Kev was dumbstruck. I again realized that I
was the more adventurous one. I decided to taunt him a little bit. "If
it scares you I'll keep the darn thing on."
"What
about the twins?" he said. So I queried them. Nikki said "No problem."
With a big smile Pete piped up "Great idea! Take everything off!" I
took this as permission enough. Everybody watched while I carefully
undid the buttons and pulled the dang thing off. It felt great to bare
my chest, especially with this little audience (including the still
dumbstruck Kev). I said to Kev, "Get that shirt into the bucket. The
slime from these kids is spreading." He did so. His chest and shoulders
looked so I nice, I wished I was bathing him.
"OK
kids, into the tub," I said. Kev came out of his trance and lifted them
in, and in the process got his shorts smeared with glop from their
legs. I quickly claimed Pete as mine to wash, led him to the upper part
of the tub, and had him sit in the water. I sprayed his hair and
shampooed it, then scrubbed his face, neck and torso, not forgetting to
tickle his little nipples and underarms. Kev seemed to take cues from
me and did the same with Nikki, but without so much tickling.
I had both kids stand so we could do their lower bodies. At this point
I told Kev that his shorts were smeared, that he'd better be careful
about transferring the mess onto anything else, also that he could just
put them in the bucket–sneaky me, I hoped to maybe detect a bulge in
his underpants–but he just said he'd take care of them later. With bare
hands I cleaned Pete starting with his little toesies, and worked up
his legs. He sprung a nice little stiffy and said, "Look Nikki, This is
what I was talking about!" She checked his little whopper, and said,
"Wow! You have to show me that more often!" "My type of gal," I
thought. The kids loved the bath operation and the attention they were
getting. I thoroughly cleaned Petey's butt, little nut sack, and little
stiffy. Kev did Nikki less boldly–even so, Nikki, standing still with
her legs apart, wore a radiant smile.
I thought the
kids needed a final rinse in the shower, so Kev started the water and
the twins scampered in. "Be sure to get your hair rinsed," I called in
to them. Kev and I waited with towels to dry their naked little selves.
I leaned a breast against Kev's arm. He didn't recoil. My confidence
grew. "Lose the shorts Kev. They're a mess. I better get mine clean
also." I dropped my shorts, stepped out of them, and put them in the
bucket leaving me only in thin pink panties. Kev didn't move, perhaps
reluctant due to a boner. "Don't be embarrassed Kev. Getting hardons
happens to boys all the time. My dad explained it all to me." He stayed
frozen so I knelt, undid his snap and zipper, and pulled the shorts
right down. There was a sizable projection in his tighty whiteys which
he quickly covered with a towel.
Shower done, we
dried the little monsters. I was nicely thorough with Petey and said,
"Look Kev, Petey's still got a nice boner. See how it happens all the
time with you guys?" I said we'd all wear towels until the laundry was
done. Kevin took the bucket to start the wash. Back in the kitchen the
twins experimented with going out on the porch naked, giggling as they
competed to see who dared go farthest. Petey won. He ran down the
stairs and halfway through the big backyard.
Kevin
could have gotten shorts from his room but elected to remain in his
undies with a towel wrapped around his waist. This did not completely
conceal the bulge. Happily, my towel kept slipping off. In only panties
I made sandwiches and poured glasses of milk. I wondered what I would
do if the parents suddenly returned early. Fasten the towel under my
armpits I supposed. Fortunately there was no need. I considered the
widely-held opinion that girls matured faster than boys, and maybe this
is why I had to help Kev be adventurous. He certainly had
interest–witness the big projection in his undies, and that time he
fondled me lightly at the movies. A little more encouragement from me
(which I would enjoy) was on the agenda. Various stratagems swirled in
my mind. I would win this campaign!
We were all
dressed and fed when the parents returned. The moms were entirely
pleased at how clean the twins looked in freshly-washed clothes, and
how happy and settled they were. Curious, they queried me on how we got
them so clean. "Oh, they were no problem at all, very cooperative," was
all I said. Then a direct question from Kevin's mom: "Did they bathe
themselves or what?" I told the moms that I washed Pete and Kev washed
Nikki. "At the same time in the same tub?" the other mom asked.
I said, "Sure. They didn't mind. I wish you could have seen how dirty
the bathwater was! And did they ever enjoy putting on warm clothes
fresh from the dryer!" The moms looked at each other as if they really
wanted to know more. I'm sure their curiosities were leading to more
questions, but since everything looked fine they didn't pursue them.
Kevin's mom did say he would have had difficulty handling this himself,
and it was a good thing I was there.
Chapter 11 The Naked Club
Pedaling home I felt my growing confidence and power. I had taken
charge and trusted myself. Both Mrs Nolan and my dad had shown me how
frank, honest talk can settle all kinds of tricky situations. Though
they were very curious, the moms hadn't queried me about everything
that happened today–I was being given respect enough to make decisions
without being second-guessed.
I also considered the
progress Kevin made that day. I got down to just panties and he got
down to his tighty whiteys with a nice big projection in front. It must
be embarrassing for a boy's excitement to be so conspicuous. Even so I
hoped we might move him closer to somehow entering my imagined little
"naked club." I didn't have any ideas just then for advancing the
project. As it turned out, things moved along nicely.
That night Dad and I were naked and Mom only in a little half-apron.
She checked the windows to see if anyone could peek through blinds or
curtains, then finally served a late meal at the candle-lit table. I
related the twins' slimy condition and how I was in charge of getting
them clean. Mom was interested in the bathing operation: they were
bathed together or separately? who washed whom? how did I keep my
clothes so clean? etc. I said how I took off my blouse and eventually
put my shorts in the wash.
"And no bra, I suppose. Was Kevin there with you?" "Sure, couldn't have done it without him!"
"Did Kevin undress also?" "Just down to his tighty whiteys."
"What did you wear during the laundry?" "Towels. Only mine kept
slipping off and the twins decided it was more fun to run around
naked."
Dad was smiling. Mom had that quizzical,
concerned expression. And Dad came through again: "So nice that Patty
is learning about boys' and girls' bodies–and being so responsible
about it." I felt so loved by him. We adjourned to the living room to
engage in our various activities.
While the
mid-summer sun sank behind the trees I went to my room. My phone and
laptop both pinged. It was Kevin on FaceTime. I picked up on the
laptop. He wanted to thank me for everything today, including how I
encouraged him to be more free. "You're braver than I am," he said. I
told him he was a great partner in the operation. In order to maybe
embolden him I added, "They say girls mature faster than boys. But in a
while you'll probably get ahead of me."
On his device
he could see down to my nipples. "You sure like to go naked," he said.
I told him that a few months ago it hadn't occurred to me, but I was
sort of led into it while babysitting, and found out how nice it was. I
told him about Mom's always controlling me, how I was getting so darn
curious about boys' bodies, the miracle of getting hired by the Nolans
to babysit Ben, Ben in the shower, using the hot tub, the teen cousins
jumping in, and eventually the adults in his family. "What did your
parents think?" he asked.
"Well, they didn't know.
But one day I felt confident enough to talk to Dad. He gave me great
information about the equipment you boys have in your pants, and said
my curiosity was natural. He and I decided to ease into dressing skimpy
around the house, and we hoped to eventually draw in Mom. She was a
tough case but eventually had little choice but to come around–kind of
like when Dad engineered her accepting my having a friend that was a
boy when she met you at the restaurant. So now clothes are totally
optional at home, at least until cold weather comes. It feels so
nice–everyone is closer, maybe more accepting of everything.
"I bet you'd like to get me naked too," Ben said.
I replied, "That would sure be nice. But no pressure." There was a pause in the conversation.
"I've been thinking," Kev said, "there's a place where I could try it a little bit, if you wanted to go."
"Tell me more!" I said.
"You know...the college students go skinny dipping at a place upstream
in one of the gorges. There's supposed to be a nice natural pool there.
My cousin Henry's a grad student and told me about it. He and his
girlfriend tried it last week. He said it was great even if the water
is a little cold. You don't have to be naked there but most people are.
We could hike up there. If anyone chickens out, like me for example, it
would be OK."
Amazing–Kev was offering to lead into
new territory: being naked with a whole bunch of people. The viewing
opportunities might be great. I certainly wouldn't mind being seen. It
should be safe with all the university people. "Wow! Sign me up!" I
said. So the plan was Kevin would pick a date depending on weather and
our abilities to get away. We would bike to the trailhead, and in
backpacks have water, gorp, towels, and just in case, swim suits.
On a brilliant Tuesday early afternoon we met cousin Henry and the
girlfriend, and started up from the trailhead. I could see the
authorities would have a hard time surprising anyone as they'd have to
hike up past many people most of whom had mobile phones. I was loving
this adventure. Kevin looked buoyant but calm, evidently glad Henry was
going to show us the ropes. The girlfriend, a beautiful outgoing
blonde, seemed very happy to revisit the naked pool. After a half-hour
the trail widened and overlooked the pool. Some people swam and soaked,
and youngsters frolicked in the clear pool. Others lay sunning on
towels all around. So many body types, so many skin tones. Children
dashed about. Mature types chatted. I tried to see if any wore suits–a
few women, probably having periods, wore shorts or bikini
bottoms–otherwise it was like a populous garden of Eden.
We quickly stripped down, stuffed clothes into day packs, and found a
place to lay our towels. This time Kevin finally, and quickly, took
everything off. His cute baby-maker was floppy, at least at first–after
a little while he rolled onto his tummy–I advised him that the cold
water might help the situation but he opted to stay put. Henry was a
well-developed hunk of a guy–he immediately slid into the water–maybe
he felt something growing. The girlfriend had a beautiful body, only
faint tan lines, gorgeous breasts–she stretched out in the sun. I lay
on my back beside Kevin, happy that my girly excitement was not
evident.
With my modesty now mostly gone I was able
to really observe this little Eden. There were so many variations in
bodies, skin tones, peckers and breasts, it boggled the mind. Everyone
seemed so respectful of each other's space. No one seemed to be hitting
on anyone, with the possible exception of what looked like a young
co-ed trying to cozy up to a slightly gray professor. I thought about
trimming my little bush for next time. I thought about trying to bring
my mom up here sometime. I thought about how lovely life had become for
me.
I said to Kev, "You're a beautiful boy. And now you're in the Club."
"What club?" he asked.
"Well, going naked is such a nice activity, why not form a Naked Club?"
"I'll tell you, it feels more than good, kind of way too good!" he said.
"Maybe we can learn how to deal with that way-too-good feeling." But I
stroked his back–all the way down to his fanny, knowing the problem he
was hiding would probably get a lot worse. It seemed I was becoming a
terrible tease. I quietly said "Kev, roll over just a little so I can
see it." And I got closer, to give us a little privacy, and to make
sure he could see between my thighs.
"Gosh, you are
so brave," Kev said, taking his time looking me over. Then, "Okay!" He
was brave too and let me see. It was impressive, and curved up along
his tummy. I so wanted to fondle it, but thought I had teased him
enough, and would wait 'til we were alone to explore him more.
"You're a brave boy Kev. I'll leave you alone for a little while, even
though it's hard to do." I played in the water and was eventually
joined by my friend whose appendage had somewhat shrunk. We agreed we
were both definitely in the Club now. A spectacular day. What lovely
dreams I had that night.
This is a good place to
stop. Needless to say, we developed many Club activities from then on,
and so enjoyed learning to deal with and explore those 'too-good'
feelings. Very carefully, over time, we recruited more members of the
Club. Some of them had delightful ideas for Club activities. I babysat
Ben for about another year, and joined the family in the sauna. My Mom,
after observing no problems with her naked family, only positives,
started to regret having to get dressed. She became a best friend.
Thank you for enduring my long, boring story.
– Patty