Katie

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Katie Gets Naked

“I’m thinking maybe I won’t wear so many clothes, Daddy.”

My eleven year old daughter Katie was up early for a Saturday morning. Her pronouncement was accompanied by an expectant look.

“I’m guessing you want breakfast?” I asked.

“Well, yeah,” she answered.

“Coming right up,” I reassured her. Katie is hungry. After I’ve eaten my fill I sit back and enjoy watching her wolf down another three pancakes piled high with fruit spread and whipped cream. I take another sip of my coffee. “So,” I say, “you want to wear less clothing.”

Katie puts down her fork and composes herself. Her eyes are bright. She’s got nice clear skin and healthy hair. Her breasts are just beyond the budding stage and beginning to stand out as small rounded orbs with jutting pink nipples. In fact she isn’t wearing anything at all.

“Yes, is that alright with you?”

“You live here, Katie. If you can’t be naked in your own skin here, then…?” I lift my hands palm up.

It is just the two of us. My wife and partner and best friend, Katie’s mother, died of cancer when Katie was still all too young and I’ve stayed single.

“When you were little your mom and I used to strip you down and let you run naked on the beach,” I recalled. “You loved it. Maybe we set the tone way back then.”

“Maybe!” Katie smiled. “Can I have one more pancake?”

“Of course! You’re a growing girl. Have as many as you like.”

I get up to pour more batter on the griddle. Katie comes over and gives me an impulsive hug. I hold her naked body tight for a moment and then hold her at arm’s length.

“You’re a beautiful girl.”

“And you’re the best Dad ever.”

* * *

Katie Becomes a Nudist

We’ve never been that worried about casual nudity around the house, but two weeks ago my eleven year old daughter, Katie, announced that she’d like to wear less clothing.

“So,” I say, broaching the subject, “are you mostly interested in being naked at mealtimes, or do you think you might be a nudist?”

“What’s the difference?” she asks.

“Lots of people are naked at least some of the time in their own homes. Some families are more casual about nudity than others, but most parents enjoy seeing their kids happy in their bodies. It is completely understandable if you want to sleep naked, come to breakfast naked, or hang out in the backyard and get a tan. It’s my opinion that everyone should have the right to be naked in their own home.”

Katie smiled. “I agree, of course!”

“Plus, you look much happier when you’re naked,” I say.

Katie beamed. “So, does that mean I’m a nakedist?”

“Or maybe a nudist?” I raise my eyebrows.

“Which means?”

“Most people are naked during certain activities; taking a shower, for example.”

Katie giggled.

“Lots of people sleep naked, or like to skinny-dip when they get a chance. Families can be very casual about incidental nudity. A nudist is someone who not only feels more comfortable when naked in those types of circumstances, but who feels happier and healthier in almost every situation if they aren’t wearing clothes. Let me ask you a question. I know this is new to you, but if the weather were warm enough do you think you’d go naked all the time if it were allowed?”

Katie nodded vigorously. “I know I just started being naked all the time, I mean when I’m at home, but I’ve actually been thinking about it for a long time. I would definitely be naked if I could be.”

“Anywhere and everywhere?” I asked.

Katie nodded some more. “Does that make me a nudist, then?”

“Yes it does,” I confirmed. “Yes, it certainly does.”

* * *

New Rules for Katie

A few weeks ago my eleven year old daughter announced that she wanted to be naked more often. We’ve discussed whether she is mostly interested in incidental nakedness, or whether she might be a nudist.

“Life as a ‘nakedist’ seems to sit will with you,” I observed one evening after supper.

A very naked Katie was lounging on the sofa and scrolling through her phone.

“I thought you said I was a nudist!” Katie protested.

“If you really are a nudist, I’ve got some new house rules for you.”

Katie waited for me to continue.

“A nudist is naked no matter who is around. To help you make that happen I’m going to make some new house rules. You are to strip naked as soon as you step into the house. You are to refrain from covering yourself at home unless absolutely necessary. When you are planning to go out, you are to gather your clothes and put them on at the last minute before leaving. Most importantly, from now on you are to be naked at home when you have friends over; and you are to be naked at home when I have friends over; and…”

“I know, I know,” Katie interrupted. “I haven’t had any friends over, but…”

“I know,” I interjected, “I haven’t had friends over either. But that’s going to change for both of us. And you’re going to be naked at home no matter what.”

“Okay,” Katie agreed. “I’ll be naked.”

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Katie Has a Visitor

My eleven year old daughter has announced that she is a nudist and I’ve made it a rule that when she is at home she is to be naked at all times, including when we have visitors.

“Hello?” The girl standing outside looked uncertain, but she had rung the bell. “Is this Katie’s house?”

“It certainly is. I’m Katie’s dad. Please come in.”

“Oh, good. I wasn’t sure I had the right address. Katie said she had a surprise.”

“I’ll let Katie know she has a visitor.” Katie’s first visitor as a nudist.

In answer to my shout down the hallway Katie made her appearance and true to the new rules she was nude from head to toe.

“Hi, Katie! Your dad let me in and your house is really nice. You said you had a surprise for me?”

“Suzie! I’m so glad you came over. I wanted to let you know I’ve become a nudist!” Katie exclaimed.

“A Buddhist? Wow, I mean that’s great, but I wouldn’t necessarily have guessed.”

“Not a Buddhist, a nudist; you know, naked?”

“That makes a lot more sense,” Suzie replied.

“Really?” Katie said. “You aren’t surprised to see me naked?”

“It’s not that I expected it, necessarily, but you just seem so much yourself. It doesn’t seem at all odd to see you this way.”

“I guess I should take that as a compliment,” Katie responded. “So, do you want to hang out in my room or should we go outside? Our backyard is fenced and it is a beautiful day.”

“Sure, we can hang out in your yard. Do you think we could have ice tea?”

“You all go along. I’ll bring the tea out for you,” I offered.

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Katie Gets a Present

My soon to be 12 year old daughter has decided to be a nudist. So far it is just at home and unless we have visitors home is just the two of us. As a single parent I’m trying my best to be a good father to a growing girl.

“Why are you giving me a present, Dad? It isn’t my birthday.”

“I have to have an excuse to give my favorite daughter a gift?” I teased. “It’s something I thought you would like.”

I handed Katie the gift bag and she opened it eagerly enough and pulled out the long box.

“Dad!”

“It’s fun to watch a naked girl with a full body blush. I’m guessing that means you know what it is?”

“Actually,” Katie said, her voice quieter now, “I did want this, it’s just...well, I guess I didn’t know how to buy it myself. It looks a little larger than I expected.”

“And if your mother were still alive she might have been the one to give it to you,” I added. “But you’re growing up and I’m the only parent you have.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome. There are instructions, which I’m sure you won’t read, so I’ll just say that there are cleaning products included and it is very important to keep your sex toys clean. Other than that, your only instructions are to have fun!”

“I will, I promise!”

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Katie Serves Our Guests

One of the rules for my newly nudist 11-year old daughter is that she is to be naked at home even if we have guests.

“Good evening, please come in.” Katie grins at her own politeness after seating two of our guests in the living room, then hustles back to answer the front door as the bell rings again.

It is my first invite of friends in some time and Katie’s first job of the evening is to answer the door “in the nude” of course. Some of my friends haven’t seen Katie in some time, and at least two of them have never met my daughter before. I didn’t mention her new status as a nudist to anyone and so far everyone is simply taking her nakedness in stride.

After all the guests have arrived Katie’s next job is to ask each person what beverage they would like and to bring the drinks in on a serving tray. The purpose, naturally, is to have Katie present herself as visibly nude as possible rather than being able to hide in a corner.

“I haven’t seen you in awhile,” Charlotte says, taking her drink from the serving tray. “You’ve really grown into a beautiful young woman.”

“Thank you,” Katie replies.

“Is this a special occasion?” asks Tony. He’s never met Katie before this evening. Unspoken is the second half of his thought: or are you always naked?

“Well, it’s the first time I’m serving dinner to everyone,” Katie answers, “so I guess it is a special occasion.”

“Katie recently became a nudist,” I announce.

“That’s so brave of you,” Emma remarks.

“Are you naked all the time then?” asks Bruce.

“I’m working on the pieces for my next show,” Alex states, intentionally moving the attention off of Katie’s nudity.

The conversation shifts to Alex’s art show, how long it will be on view, and the prospects for sales.

“I don’t really expect many buyers,” Alex says, raising his hand to fend off the obligatory round of protests. “I make most of my income off of commission work anyway.”

“What kind of work do people ask for?” Katie asks. She’s standing to the side of the living room waiting with tray in hand to pick up people’s empty drink glasses.

“Maybe you can take a guess?” Alex responds. “It certainly surprised me. It isn’t at all what I expected when I first ventured into becoming a full time artist.”

“Um, I don’t really know,” Katie says.

“Most of my work is designing body art, tattoos specifically. I don’t do the needling, just the designs. I would never have guessed there was such a demand!”

“That’s really cool,” Katie said, her interest readily apparent.

“Why don’t we move into the other room for dinner?” I suggested. “Katie will be doing the serving.”

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Katie Makes a Request

“Dad, there’s a party I want to go to and I was wondering if that friend of yours I met last week--you know, the artist—anyway, I was hoping he could help me out?”

“Good morning, Katie,” I said. “You’re looking lovely this morning.”

“Thanks, Dad, you’re very sweet, but about your friend…”

“Where’s the party and when is it?”

“Saturday, at Suzie’s house, you know my friend who came over the other day?”

“Sounds great. What does the party have to do with Alex?”

“Um, he said he did tattoos. But I was wondering if he did bodypainting. I want to go to the party just like this,” Katie was in her usual at home attire, which is to say completely naked, “but painted.”

“I’ll ask Alex if he’d like to come over Saturday afternoon and do some bodypainting. I would like you to consider that a fun experience regardless of how things turn out afterwards.”

“What do you mean, turn out afterwards?”

“You don’t think there will be a problem showing up at Suzie’s party without any clothes on?”

“Dad! Of course not. It will be fine.”

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Katie Hosts a Tea Party

“Dad, I’ve invited my friends over for tea!”

“That’s great, Katie,” I replied. “You have to be naked, you know.”

“Of course, Dad. Don’t worry, I’ll be naked.”

“Just reminding you that in this house nudity is not optional for you.”

Katie spent the rest of the day cleaning her room and planning the menu for the tea party. I wish I could send her to the store as naked as she is at home, but she had to slip on a dress to walk to the store and back. I’m thinking about telling her she can’t wear underwear anymore.

Saturday afternoon the girls started arriving. There was her friend Suzie, of course, and three other girls. Like Katie they are all growing up; not little girls anymore!

Katie had them seated in the living room (“It’s more proper that way,” she announced to me beforehand) which entailed her having to go back and forth to the kitchen to heat up more water, or take refreshments out of the refridgerator.

“Would you like me to take over part of the serving?” I asked.

“You’re the best Daddy ever,” Katie smiled.

On my first trip into the living room Katie was surrounded by her friends, all of them talking and laughing at the same time until I showed up. They waited while I put down the tray and greeted me politely. I admired Katie’s naked body and her breasts softly swelling on her young chest. I see her every day but she seemed more naked next to her clothed friends.

After awhile I brought in another tray of the tiny sandwiches Katie had prepared in advance. This time two of the other girls had taken off their blouses. They looked at me when I came in and then smiled.

Later that afternoon as the girls were getting ready to leave I realized that Suzie had slipped out of her dress and was standing at the door dressed in only a skimpy pair of panties. At the last minute she gave Katie a hug, pulled her dress over her head and joined the other girls in saying good-bye.

“How was your tea party?” I asked Katie,

“It was just perfect,” she replied. “Maybe next time they’ll all get naked with me.”

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Katie Gets Painted

My artist friend Alex came over Saturday afternoon to help get Katie ready for the party at her friend Suzie’s house.

Katie was naked, of course, as she is required to be if she is at home. She answered the door and seemed relaxed.

“Ready to be painted?” Alex asked.

“Yes, of course,” Katie giggled. “Isn’t that why you’re here.”

“Just checking that you hadn’t changed your mind,” Alex replied.

Alex pulled a tarp out of his bag and spread it on the floor of the living room. I settled down on the couch to watch the proceedings.

“This is special body paint,” Alex explained to Katie, taking round ceramic dishes of pigment out of his bag and setting them on the floor. “It’s non-toxic and goes on nice and smooth. It will dry a bit, but the annoying thing about skin and paint is that the results are not perfectly smudge proof. Will you be sitting around a lot? I mean, what is the main activity at the party?”

“Oh, it’s a dance party,” Katie replied. “People are supposed to be in costumes, which is how it occurred to me to go painted, you know, not just naked.”

“She’s a bold one, you know,” Alex said to me, “but, yes, that’s nice, Katie. Paint makes a great costume. It’s good that it’s a dance party. You’ll mostly be standing up so the paint will last longer.”

Katie nodded. “So, I don’t know what you like to paint, but I want it to cover my whole body...but I don’t think I want it on my face, if that makes sense?”

“It’s springtime and I was thinking of cherry blossoms across your mid-section here,” Alex brushed his hand across Katie’s belly, “with darker branches mixed in and down below, and then big puffy clouds with blue sky peaking out up here.” Alex hand brushed lightly across Katie’s shoulders and across one breast.

“And what about my back and all?” Katie asked.

“The design can go all the way around. You’ll be covered in paint,” Alex responded.

“Okay!” Katie said. “Let’s do it!”

To start, Katie lay down on the floor, propped up on pillows. Alex brushed large sections of color to get Katie’s body covered and then started working in details with smaller brushes. At first Katie giggled and said it tickled, but then things got more sensuous.

“Mmm, that feels good,” she murmured as a brush went across her breast. “Are you going to do my nipples?”

Alex glanced at me and I nodded my consent. “Sure, you want them painted?”

Later Katie urged Alex to paint her crotch area. “You’re not going to leave this all bare, are you?” she said, sweeping her hand along her thighs and pudenda. It would look so weird.”

Alex looked over at me again and shrugged his shoulders. “It would look weird, you’re right,” he said. “It will look better if you’re painted all over.”

“Plus it will feel so yummy!” Katie exclaimed.

For the second part of the job Katie had to stand while Alex worked over her entire back and buttocks and legs. He is a good artist and the results were stunning. Pale pastel colors predominated with areas of pinks and whites and blues popping out in patterned blocks of brighter color. At the end he pulled out a small box from his bag.

“I brought these to accent the paint job,” he said, opening the box. He showed Katie a set of long dangling earrings that perfectly matched the body paint colors.

“Oh, cool!” Katie explained. “This is going to be so fun. I’m so happy I could hug you, Alex, but that would ruin the paint job.”

“Let’s hold off on the hug,” he agreed. “Have a good time at the party. When you get home you will need to use this cold cream to get all the makeup off and then take a long hot shower.”

Alex bade farewell and Katie and I got in the car, but only after I covered the entire passenger seat with an old sheet.

When we pulled up in front of Suzie’s house I asked again, “You sure this won’t be a problem?”

I wasn’t that worried. With all that body paint she didn’t even look naked anymore. She gave me a quick kiss and walked up to the doorway. She waved before going inside. I waited outside for about ten minutes. Figuring that all was well, I drove home and spent the evening puttering around the house on my own.

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Katie Sleeps In

As befits anybody who has stayed up late partying, Katie was fast asleep when I checked on her at 10 a.m. It had been midnight when I got her text and drove over to Suzie’s house and waited in the car. Katie came out of the house, walked across the lawn and crossed the street. I clicked on the overhead light for a moment to let her get settled in the car and we drove through the quiet streets of our neighborhood. Her bodypainted artwork had held up fairly well, but she was definitely showing more skin than when she’d left home.

“You looked perfectly at ease walking out of the house and across the street,” I said. “How did it feel to be naked at a party?”

“Oh, Daddy, it was wonderful. I had a great time. Thank you so much for letting me go in just body paint. My friend Sam wants to try it next time there’s a dance party. Do you think your friend Alex could paint both of us?”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. As for Sam, we’ll have to see. I can’t simply have kids naked at our house without consulting with their parents first.”

“Okay, that’s fine. I’ll let Sam know.”

When we got home Katie asked me to help her remove some of the make-up with cold cream, paper towels and tissues and was in the middle of a very long shower when I fell asleep. I’m not really sure what time she actually went to bed.

It wasn’t until 1 o’clock in the afternoon that a fresh faced and very naked Katie emerged from her bedroom.

“Do you think you can make me something to eat?” she asked. “I’m starving. By the way, I got a text from Suzie. She’s planning another party in two weeks.”

“Well,” I responded, “I can guess what you’ll be wearing.”

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Katie and Sam

“Hi, Dad, I want to introduce you to my friend Sam.”

Katie had just walked in the door and is removing her clothes and putting them on the hallway shelf. Katie has been a nudist just long enough that this activity is starting to seem ordinary. What is new is Sam. All of Katie’s friends who have visited so far have been girls and I admit I was expecting that Sam would be a girl as well.

“Nice to meet you, Sam,” I say.

Katie leads Sam into the kitchen and they hop up on the stools next to the counter. Katie looks at me expectantly.

“Do we still have those cookies and lemonade from yesterday?”

“We certainly do.” I open up the tin and arrange cookies on a plate. I open the ‘fridge and pour three tall glasses of lemonade. Katie seems completely at ease.

“So, Sam, how long have the two of you known each other?”

“We’ve actually known each other since first grade, but my family moved away for awhile. That’s why you haven’t seen me recently.”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t realize that we’ve already met.”

“Well, I was only eight years old. I look a little different than I did then.”

“So you’re in the same class as Katie?”

“That’s right. We see each other every day at school. It is so nice of you to let me come over,” Sam says. “I just loved Katie’s costume at Suzie’s party. I’m hoping we’ll both get a chance to be painted for the next one.”

“I was explaining to Katie that I can’t just let kids get naked in our house without talking to the parents first.”

“Oh, sure, I understand. They won’t have any problem with it, I’m sure.”

“It would probably be best if we could meet in person to talk it over. I’d feel a lot more comfortable with the situation.”

“Can we invite them for dinner, Dad?” Katie asks.

“If we have dinner here,” I explain, “Katie will have to be naked. Those are our household rules.”

“I’ll be sure to let them know Katie will be naked,” Sam says. “They already know about her costume at the party anyway. I told them how cool it was.”

“Oh, how fun,” Katie exclaims, “I’m having a dinner party!”

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Katie hosts a dinner party

Katie and I invited Sam and his parents for dinner on a Saturday night. Katie spent the day preparing food while I tidied up the house.

At 6:00 the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it!” Katie called out. She removed her apron and folded it neatly before heading to the entryway.

I was impressed that she did nothing whatsoever to hide her body when opening the door. Katie really is becoming a full-fledged nudist.

“Hello everyone, please come in,” Katie said politely. “This is my dad.”

Introductions were made all around and we proceeded to the living room.

“I have lemonade for everyone,” Katie announced. “Sam, do you want to help me in the kitchen?”

Sam got up quickly, obviously releaved to be released from the formality of being served refreshments.

As soon as the two pre-teens left the room they burst into happy discussion and laughter.

“It seems our children are good friends,” I remarked. “I should explain that Katie recently decided to become a nudist. So far it has only been at home, although she did attend one party in body paint. Evidently Sam has told you about that.”

“Yes,” Sam’s father replied. “Sam was so taken with Katie’s ‘costume’ – if that is the right word, that he’s asked us if he can be painted for the next party. It seems you know a talented artist.”

“As I’ve explained to both Katie and Sam, I can’t have other kids stripping off at our house without parental permission. I’m sure you understand.”

“I’m not sure everyone would be so conscientious about that,” Sam’s mother replied. “We really appreciate your care and concern, and for inviting us over for dinner.”

“The dinner is all Katie’s idea! In fact she’s been preparing it all day. But as for the nudity part I’ve made it a rule that she has to be naked at home, even when we have visitors. These decisions all fall on me as I have been a single parent since Katie’s mother died when she was very young.”

“Oh, we’re so sorry to hear that,” Sam’s mother sympathisized.

“I’m just trying to be clear that it is just the two of us,” I explained. “Katie has really opened up to having more friends lately and I can’t help but feel that part of it is her new realizations about herself. We discussed whether she might just like being naked sometimes or whether she is an actual nudist. I think she’s coming to realize how much happier she is without clothing.”

“You are certainly giving us a lot to think about,” Sam’s father interjected. “I don’t know if Sam simply thinks it would be fun to attend a party in paint, or if he wants to be naked more often.”

Katie appeared at the doorway, her naked body glowing with good health.

“Dinner is almost ready, but Sam would like to know if he can join us sans clothing.”

Sam’s parents exchanged glances before his mother replied, “Tell Sam he can strip down for dinner but that afterwards we’ll be having a longer conversation about nudity.”

Katie flashed a small and vanished down the hallway.

“I’m thinking that perhaps we institute a ‘naked-only’ policy for Sam at our house for a week,” Sam’s mother said. “And that if it is something that he likes we can discuss the body painting and party ideas. What do you think?”

“Sounds good,” said his dad.

“Shall we see what our naked kids have prepared for dinner?” I suggested.

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Katie and Sam get painted

“Did you call Alex and tell him we’re ready to be painted for the party tonight?” Katie reminded me.

“You have a party tonight? Who is getting painted?”

“Dad!”

“I’m teasing you. Of course it is all arranged. Alex will be here shortly. Did you remind Sam to show up?”

“He’ll be here soon, with his mom and dad.”

Since our dinner Sam has been over to our house twice, both times naked and with his parents’ approval. Evidently he’s taken to nudity like a duck to water. He’s a good looking kid. At eleven he hasn’t hit his growth spurt yet, but his proportions are already changing. His penis is slender and uncircumcized, making it look longer than its actual measurements.

The doorbell rings and Alex begins setting up tarps and his body painting materials. Sam and his folks arrive shortly afterwards, Sam already naked.

“So,” Alex says, “you’re the adventersome boy. Do you want to watch first or get painted first?”

“I’ll watch,” Sam says.

“Good choice. Whoever gets painted first has the longer time to keep still so the paint job doesn’t get messed up before your party this evening.”

The three of us parents have decided to indulge in wine coolers while sitting in comfortable armchairs. Body painting as a spectator sport.

Katie lies down on her back and Alex gets started, sponging broad strokes of paint the length of her body, making sure to cover her crotch and breasts and everything else before beginning on the detail work. After awhile Alex has Katie stand up and covers her back with paint before working on more details. The paint job is far more abstract than it was for the first bodypainting he did for Alex. But it is also far more exciting.

“I splurged for fancier body paints this time,” Alex explains as he works. Indeed, on top of the layers of base color and details he is now laying down shimmering glazes, metallic hues and glitters.

“Why don’t you walk back and forth across the room so everyone can see the results,” Alex instructs Katie.

Katie walks back and forth and slowly twirls. The effect is intriguing. The layers of colors and metallics shimmer and dazzle, adding three dimensional effects that interact with the form of her body. I’m sure it will look even more amazing in the changing lights of party lighting.

I’m not the only one mesmerized. I look over and see Sam with a look of awe on his face. He seems completely unaware that his penis is slowly rising into an erection.

“Okay Katie, I’m afraid you’re going to have to stand for the next hour while I do Mr. Sam here,” Alex says. “Sam, your turn.”

Sam comes out of his reverie with a start and seems to notice his erection for the first time. He blushes and tries to cover himself with his hands.

“Sam, it is okay,” his father admonishes him, “but also our new rule, remember?”

Sam nods and pulls his hands away, his penis still bobbing in front of him.

“We’ve told Sam that if he wants to be a nudist then he has to let his body be visible, no matter what is going on. In any case, erections are a normal thing, aren’t they.”

Sam nods shyly, clearly not yet comfortable with the idea.

“Let’s get on with the painting,” Alex suggests. “If your dick isn’t fully hard yet it is about to be. I’ve never painted a boy yet who didn’t get an erection from having that paint brush run up his shaft.”

Alex got to work. Alex had to stay standing the entire time as Alex worked fully in the round, sweeping color from front to back, working in details at various places and then switching to the metalic sheens. As if to accentuate the now fully erect penis, Alex painted it in contrasting colors to the surrounding area.

“You probably won’t stay hard for much longer,” Alex remarked, “But I still don’t want people to miss out on one of your prime assets. You’re a good looking boy, all the more so for being naked.”

The end result was a somewhat different effect, but equally mesmerizing to Katie’s bodypaint. We finished up the session by herding both kids out the door to the back patio so we could get good documentation before the bodypainting got smeared.

“I wonder how many more kids are going to want to get painted after you two show up at tonight’s party,” Sam’s mom wondered.

“I wonder if Suzie will be naked, too,” Katie said. “It’s her party and she really liked it when we were all naked at our house.”

“What?” I said. “I thought no one was supposed to get naked over here without their parents permission.”

Katie covered her mouth in mock surprise. I guess I haven’t been completely consistent, have I?

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