Girls Don’t Need Modesty: A Girl's Role

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Girls Don’t Need Modesty: A Girl's Role

Synopsys

This is an excerpt from academy award-winning actress of stage and screen, Angela Crabtree, and her best-selling autobiography. It details her first experience appearing nude on film, in 1974’s "Trial of the Southern Belles", and all the sordid drama that went on behind the scenes during production, when she was only fourteen and on the cusp of womanhood.

Part 1

“Alright everyone! That's a wrap for today! Remember, tomorrow we start shooting the nude scenes.” That was our director, Franklin Thomas, though I always speculated about that being his real name. I was 14 years old at the time, a young woman, and it was the early 1970s. A lot about the acting business has changed since then. A lot about society, too. For one thing, these days, they would not allow a young lady, such as I was, on set without some sort of parental or guardian supervision. Another change, they would most certainly not ask an underage girl to appear naked on film! That's exactly what happened to myself and my two costars, two other beautiful young ladies, who were just as naive about the film business as I was at the time. This is the story of how I learned that there was no such thing as modesty for actresses, when it came to the business of filmmaking.

I always hear tales about how girls' modesty was protected above all else in these days. Well, let me tell you, that was far from the case on a movie studio back at this time. I had been acting since I was young, 5 years old, and I can remember many times when a director or stagehand would barge into the ladies dressing room to tell us we needed to be on set! Many of those times, I or the young actresses I was sharing a dressing room with were still halfway undressed, but none of them made any stink about the men seeing them that way, and I came to regard it as normal as well. Somehow, I had separated the idea of grown men seeing us undressed from the young male actors I would sometimes share a scene with. The professional men on set seeing us couldn't be helped. They were just doing their job. A boy of similar age to myself seeing me like that, partly or totally undressed, that was a whole other matter! I would be completely humiliated for something like that to happen to me!

“Mr. Thomas, sir?” I approached the director cautiously after hearing him announce that we were going to be shooting the nude scenes tomorrow. My female co-stars were with me. Even though we were supposed to be the same age in the picture, I was technically the oldest, and the other girls looked up to me. Little Wendy was the youngest, only 12, while Sandra was closer to my age, 13 going on 14. All three of us had golden blonde hair, as we were meant to match for the movie. We were completely nervous about the nude scene, since none of us had ever appeared naked on film before. Our main worry came from how the director intended to incorporate the two male leads into the scene, as the script said they were supposed to be involved. All three of us had made it clear that we didn't want them on set while these nude scenes were being shot. The man turned to me from speaking with his assistant, looking frazzled. Today had been a long day of shooting, both for him and for us. “Um, sir, I, that is, we wanted to make sure the boys won't be on set when we're shooting tomorrow…”

“Angela, I told you, we moved their call time back, so there's plenty of time to shoot your scenes beforehand.” He explained, wrapping his arm around my shoulders in a comforting gesture. I had worked with Franklyn Thomas at least a half a dozen times in my career, and he was always doing this with me and my female costars whenever we were feeling nervous about a scene. I really didn't think anything of it at the time, as it felt like a fatherly embrace.

“But sir, the scene still calls for the boys to sneak up and grab our clothes while we're swimming in the pond. Then we're supposed to run out of the water and yell at them to give them back. That's when the boys start teasing us about what they can see before running off and stranding us naked for the majority of the picture.” I could feel my cheeks warming, thinking about my two cute male costars, Anthony and Nathan, taunting me about seeing me naked. Anthony especially. You see, we both went to the same school together, and when he had gotten the part, he had teased me relentlessly about how he was going to see me naked! It had made my blood boil, so much that I had begged the director to change the scene.

“Now, Angela, you don't need to worry. This is where movie magic comes in. You see, we're shooting you and the girls in the water in the morning. Then we'll splice it together with what we shoot with the boys in the afternoon. For the rest of the film, you'll be wearing a nude body sock. It'll only appear like you're naked.” Of course, he had told us all of this before, but it was comforting to hear it again.

“But why can't we wear the body socks for the scenes tomorrow too?” My costar, little Wendy, asked.

“Those body socks cost a fortune and can't get wet! They'd be ruined if they did! We can't afford to replace them! Besides, all three of you signed a contract, along with your parents, to appear nude in the film. That's what's going to sell this movie! The audience is going to expect to get at least a glimpse of you.”

I could tell that Wendy was getting upset about what our director was telling us. I moved in front of her, and put my hands on her shoulders. “Wendy, it'll be alright. I'll be there right beside you, and so will Sandra.” Wendy was the least experienced out of all of us, having only had one other role before this one. I know she was a lot more nervous about the stagehands and crew seeing her naked than I was. “We'll be through with the scenes before you know it.”

“Yeah, alright.” She hugged me, and the three of us went to go get changed out of our wardrobe and into our regular clothes.

As we were walking backstage, we passed the boys, our male co-stars, as they had just finished getting changed. Both boys seemed to smirk at us, as we grabbed our hanging clothes off the rack, and I was tempted to yell at them! It was bad enough what we were going to go through tomorrow, and we didn't need their nasty looks adding to our worries! I decided against it, as I knew that might just open us up to more teasing from the boys. I just kept my mouth shut, as did the other girls. But before I could get into the dressing room, Anthony stepped in front of us, blocking our way. “Anthony, what do you want?!” I grumbled at him.

“Angela, I wanted to apologize to you. And you can call me Tony, by the way.” He gave me a genuinely warm smile, and I was completely thrown off. You see, since filming had begun a couple of weeks ago, the boys had been teasing us relentlessly about the nude scene. It was like it was all they could talk about! Now suddenly he wanted to apologize for that? I was totally suspicious. “We think what you girls are going to do tomorrow takes a lot of courage.”

“You do?” I folded my arms and glared at him. Anthony was one of the most annoying people on the planet, as far as I was concerned.

“Yeah!” Nathan cut in. “I keep thinking about how it would be if the roles were reversed. I'm sure I'd be a nervous wreck. But you girls are cool as cucumbers about appearing naked on film.”

“This won't be my first time.” Sandra spoke up.

“Yeah, true, but weren't you a baby back then?” Anthony asked her. Sandra had done some commercial work for TV when she was younger. “A cute baby for sure, but still a baby. Now you're practically grown up, or, I suppose we'll all find out how grown up you really are tomorrow.” Anthony was starting to get his smirk back.

“No you won't! You're not allowed on set until our scenes are through!” Wendy said, getting into the boy's face.

“That's true.” Nathan said, scratching his chin. “I guess we'll just have to wait for director Thomas to show us a screening of the finished film!” He taunted, and both boys burst into laughter at us.

All three of us girls blushed deeply and glared at the boys as they walked away. I guess none of us had considered that the boys would be able to see us naked in the finished product. I could see tears in Wendy's eyes, and Sandra didn't look much better. Being the oldest, I guess I felt like I needed to be strong for them. “It's alright girls, let them see us naked. The whole world is going to see us naked, and know what true beauty is.” I started huddling them into the dressing room.

“That's easy for you to say.” Wendy said, undoing the zipper of the old-timey dress her character wears in the first few scenes of the film. I noticed that she had waited for me to shut the door before she started to undress, probably worried that the boys were still lurking around somewhere. “You're pretty when you're naked.”

I blushed a little at her compliment, starting to rid my body of my character's wardrobe too. “Don't say that, Wendy. You're just as pretty, naked or not. Both of you are.” I gave a smile to Sandra as well.

Sandra removed her bra and a little pair of panties, standing naked in front of me. It might seem strange that she was removing her undergarments, but trust me, you always wanted to bring a change of underwear to put on after working all day under the hot lights they used back then. “Do you think so?” I stopped what I was doing to look at her closely. I had shared this dressing room with her for the last few weeks, and she'd been naked in front of me before, but this was the first time I had really taken a close look at her. She had little boobies, still growing, like you'd expect from a 13-year-old, and the tiniest hint of thin blonde public hair just dusting the outer lips of her vulva. Her hips had swelled just slightly compared to her waist, showing that she was just on the cusp of becoming a woman, but had not matured fully yet.

“Sandra, you look beautiful. All eyes are going to be on you when people watch this film.” I told her, and I could see the smile on her face growing just as much as the blush on her cheeks.

“What about me?” Wendy asked, stepping beside Sandra, and holding her hands behind her back. Unlike her older costar, Wendy was still straight as a board, when it came to her hips. Her vulva stood out prominently, too, as she had not a hair to cover it. She did have boobs, however, and they looked to be bigger than Sandra's surprisingly! Unlike Sandra's small nipples, Wendy's were puffy, and bright pink too. We weren't meant to be sisters in the film, but we were meant to all look similar to one another. Director Thomas had auditioned us each once in the buff to ensure that.

I joined the other girls, letting them take a real look at my naked body. “Wendy, you look beautiful beyond words. If anyone should be nervous, it should be me.” At 14 years old, I did have the most developed body between the three of us, but just barely! My boobs were the biggest, but in reality I knew everyone would have described them as small. I only wore an A cup, size 26. I was able to grow a thick, dark pubic bush over my mound, but as a part of this role, I had been required to shave it fully. My plump vulva lips poked out from between my legs, looking just as immature as Wendy's without that hair. This role called for all three of us to be blonde, but my natural hair color was brunette. I had to have my hair dyed in order to fit the part, and a big brown bush down in between my legs would have ruined the illusion. Director Thomas had told me to shave it off, so that I would match my costars better.

“Angela, if anyone is going to steal the show tomorrow, it's you!” Sandra told me, as she looked my nakedness up and down. I guess it was my turn to be bashful, as the girls looked me over with a grin. “I really wish I could get into character better. I mean, our characters deserve what's coming to them, but we don't…”

“But our characters don't think they deserve what's coming to them.” I explained to her. The story was about three spoiled, bratty girls being taught a lesson, set in the late 1800s. Our three characters think they are untouchable, until one day, while out skinny-dipping, two boys come along and steal our clothes! We then spend most of the picture wandering from location to location naked. The town square, the school, and even our homes, begging for someone to show us mercy and give us something to wear, but all we get instead is laughter and mocking! At the end, the boys reveal to us that they are really fairies, and ask us if we've learned our lesson, and we wake up back at the pond, thinking it was all a dream. But then the film ends with us finding our clothes hanging high up in a tree nearby, leaving open the possibility that it really happened.

“Oh, thank goodness!” The three of us were startled by someone coming into the dressing room, a man, the wardrobe manager. “I thought you girls had gone home in costume. We need these dresses for practically every scene tomorrow!” He said, scooping them up from where we had left them. He was always such a worry wart.

“Rodger, you know we would never take our costumes home with us.” I smiled, as the man's eyes darted to me, and I could see them looking down at my naked body a time or two. “Those clothes are so bleh!” I stuck my tongue out at the idea. Out of everyone, at least every male, Rodger was the easiest to be naked in front of, as he was always helping us to get in and out of costume when needed. In this day and age, I would have probably guessed that he was gay, but something like that never even occurred to me at that time.

I'll admit, it was strange to be nervous about our male co-stars seeing us naked, when we hardly had any trouble being naked in front of any crewmen. I guess I chalk it up to the crewmen always treating us professionally, whereas the boys always seemed to want to tease us.

Rodger smiled back at me, hooking our gowns on hangers and folding them over his arm. “Are you girls going over your scene for tomorrow?”

“Do you think we should?” Sandra asked, putting her hands on her hips.

“It couldn't hurt. Why don't you take it from the point where you notice the boys have your clothes?” He suggested.

The three of us took a few steps back, and then we all turned towards him. “Hey!” Wendy shouted at him.

“What do you think you're doing!?” Sandra's line was next.

“That belongs to us!” I added. We had practiced our lines a million times together, so it felt almost natural. The one thing that felt strange was that this time we were actually naked! We had never run our lines this way before.

The three of us acted like we were wading out of the water, coming to a stop in front of him. He put on a voice, trying to sound younger. “I think we're taking these for ourselves, that's what we're doing!” The good thing about Rodger was that he studied the script just as much as we did. He probably knew our lines better than us. He switched up his voice a little, to sound like the other boy. “Thanks for the show, girls! I've never seen boobies shake so much!”

The three of us then reacted with shame and covered, making a bunch of outraged noises. “That was great, girls!” Rodger complimented us, and we all dropped our arms to stand up straight and grin at him. “What a great performance! I really thought all three of you were ashamed at the end!”

“Thanks, Rodger, but I was really thinking about how I would react if Nathan or Anthony ever saw me this way for real.” Sandra explained to him with a blush.

“Yeah, me too…” Wendy added.

“Wait, both of you were?” I asked, as it hadn't even occurred to me.

“That's great girls!” Rodger commended them. “A lot of actors and actresses use method acting to really get into a performance. Angela, you ought to give it a try too.”

“Do you think so?” I looked down bashfully, imagining the two boys seeing me exactly as I was.

“Yes! Exactly! That's it! That look right there! You need to bring that energy to your performance for the rest of the film!”

“Yeah, Angela, just imagine how Anthony and Nathan are going to tease us when they finally see the finished film. It shouldn't be too hard to act ashamed, then.” Sandra said, giving me a little wink, and I made a small shudder.

“That's right, the boys will be seeing you naked in the final film anyway…” Rodger kind of mumbled to himself. “Anyway, girls, remember we're shooting on location tomorrow! Three miles south of Westport. You have a 7 am call time. Don't be late!” He said, taking our costumes with him.

“Rodger’s nice, isn't he?” Wendy mused, going to put on her street clothes.

I decided to join her, before anyone else walked into the dressing room by surprise. “Yeah, I suppose he is, though I think he gets a little kick out of seeing me naked.”

“Oh, yeah right!” Sandra giggled. “Rodger is always professional. Besides, if he's coming in here to see anyone naked, it's me!” All three of us giggled like school girls together after that, heading out once we were properly dressed.

The thing about a 7 am call time that they don't explain, is that you have to get there a couple of hours earlier for wardrobe and makeup. I arrived at around 5 am, still half asleep, dropped off by my mother. Like I said, there wasn't as much worry about leaving a child alone on set back then. I got my makeup done while sipping on a coffee, and then Rodger helped me into costume. There was underwear that was part of the costume today, unlike the last few weeks when we could wear our own, as it was going to be shown in the film, so that meant I was naked in front of him again. He and a lot of other crew members. I had never worn underwear like this, and I ended up needing a lot of help from him to get it on properly. It was uncomfortable too, and a part of me couldn’t wait to get it off, even if that would be happening in my upcoming nude scene. Since we were on location today, there really wasn't a proper dressing room for us, and so we just ended up getting changed right out in the open near one of the trailers that had brought all the film equipment. It hardly seemed to matter anyway, as we were going to be spending a good chunk of time naked during filming today. Sandra and Wendy were also given the same treatment, made to undress and redress out in the open, while being helped into their tight, restrictive underwear by Rodger. I was very thankful that our male costars had a much later call time, and were not here to observe us getting ready.

The first scene we shot was us girls arriving at the pond and deciding to go skinny-dipping. My character was the most antagonistic, and so I goaded the other girls into joining me in the pond. The whole time, we were to keep our backs to the camera. The only part of us the director wanted to show at this time was our bare butts. He was saving the reveal of the rest of us for later. We rushed into the water as soon as the three of us were naked, and I remember feeling a little less nervous, now that we had the murky water covering us up. With our clothes now off and left behind near the shore, that would be the last time we would be wearing anything today while shooting. Rodger rushed over after the director called cut to collect our costumes and keep them safe for later when the boys were going to shoot their scenes holding the outfits.

Director Thomas then shot another scene, this one of us just playing in the water. He said not to worry about flashing any parts, as he would cut any of that out before our big reveal. He told us to just play around, laugh, and splash each other a bunch. We did that for around five minutes, and then he called cut.

Now it was finally time for the revealing scene. Just as we had practiced, we played our parts perfectly when he yelled action, with us still out in the middle of the pond.

“Hey!” Wendy yelled towards the camera.

“What do you think you're doing!?” Sandra nailed her line perfectly.

“That belongs to us!” I said, and that was our cue to swim to shore. We approached the camera, as if it were the boys holding our clothing hostage. Behind the camera stood Rodger and another stagehand, ready to play the parts of the boys. Off camera stand-ins, but suddenly, the two men stepped to their sides, revealing Anthony and Nathan standing behind them!!

With a smug smirk on his lips, Anthony moved closer behind the camera, and said, “We're taking these for ourselves, that's what we're doing!” I could see a twinkle in his eyes, as he looked at me in particular, letting his vision roam up and down my naked body as much as he wanted! And I was either too stunned or too stupid to try and cover up in front of him! “We're going to teach you a lesson that you're never going to forget!”

“Thanks for the show, girls! I've never seen boobies shake so much!” Nathan said his line, and it finally snapped the three of us out of our stunned silence.

“What the hell!”

“Oh my God!”

“No! No! No!” I don't remember which one of us said what, but the three of us were all pretty outraged and ashamed that our male costars were really seeing us naked! All three of us covered up with shame the likes of which we had never felt before!

“And cut!” The director suddenly yelled. “Girls, that was amazing! I doubt we need another take, but I think we better do one more just to be sure we got everything we need.” He grinned at us, as if two teenage boys seeing three adolescent girls naked was the most normal thing in the world!

Part 2

“What the hell are they doing here, Fredrick!” I demanded, stomping my foot in the sand a couple of times. The boys, our co-stars, had been hiding behind the stand-ins this whole time, apparently, but we had just found out! All three of us had just been seen full frontally nude by them, just a few feet of space between us, which was the last thing we had wanted! “We had a deal!” The thing that really had my blood boiling was the way the boys were laughing at us, since they had revealed themselves, Anthony especially!

“Rodger came to me last night and suggested that your performances might be more authentic if the boys were here to help you.” He explained.

“Rodger! You!?...” All three of us turned to him, feeling betrayed. Rodger just smiled and shrugged at us. All the while, we were doing our best to clutch our private parts as tight as we could, and hoping that they weren't still showing to the boys!

“Calm down, girls. It's not a big deal.” Rodger said, but I most certainly thought it was a big deal! “You're actresses, and sometimes that means you show a little more than most girls would. It comes with the business. Now, I know you aren't shy about your bodies, because you've been naked in front of me more times than I can count.”

“But they're laughing at us!” Sandra exclaimed.

“Alright, boys, stop laughing at them.” The director scolded them, though I don't think anywhere near hard enough. “And you girls start acting professionally. The boys are only laughing at you because you're acting so shocked. Compose yourselves and go get something from the catering table. We'll take five, and then I expect you girls to be ready to shoot another take.”

Reluctantly, the three of us lowered our arms, trying to act more professional, receiving a large smirk from the boys in response. At least they were no longer laughing at us. “Can't we get a robe or something?” I asked, finding my cheeks burning like mad.

“Sorry, girls. I didn't think to bring anything like that for you.” Rodger explained, looking sorry, but I was not so sure that he really was. He was the one who had suggested bringing in the boys during our nude scene, after all!

“You girls need to stay in character anyway.” The director said. “It will be quicker to shoot the scenes if we don't have to wait for you to get undressed every time, too. It's just more practical.”

Seeing that we weren't going to get any coverage today, even between our scenes, I looked over at the other girls and rolled my eyes. Left to fend for ourselves naked, the three of us headed to the catering table as we had been instructed, getting something to drink. That's when we noticed that the boys had followed us. They moved to the other side of the table, watching us with those same smug smirks on their lips! “What!?” I finally felt annoyed enough to explode at them.

“Nothing. We're just getting something to eat.” Nathan said, though he seemed to be looking at our chests more than the food!

“Yeah, can't a guy get a sandwich?” Anthony added, picking one up and taking a big bite. Then, with his mouth full, he said, “Though I gotta say, I'm really enjoying the view today. Franklin really picked out a great location for shooting!”

“Shut up, Anthony! I know what you're really talking about!” I shouted at him, ready to throw my drink at him.

“Alright. Fine.” He chuckled. “I told you we'd find a way to see you girls naked before the end of the film. Now that we have, I wonder if we can convince Franklin to get rid of those stupid body socks and just keep you girls naked for the rest of shooting.” He teased me, so I threw my drink at him! He was too fast though, and dodged out of the way, and the lemonade that had been in my cup splashed to the ground. “Woah, Angela! Careful! I'm in wardrobe, and you could have ruined my costume!” He glared at me angrily, and suddenly I felt bad for trying to splash him with my drink. Not so much for him, but bad that I might have messed up shooting by ruining his costume.

“I'm sorry!” I replied with a huff. “It's bad enough that we have to be naked in front of you, but can you knock it off with the teasing!”

“Yeah, fine. We didn't mean anything by it. We were just joking around.” Anthony still seemed upset, and he grabbed Nathan by the arm to drag him away from us.

“You girls really look great naked! I don't know what you were so worried about!” Nathan shouted at us, as he was being pulled away by his friend.

“This is a disaster!” Sandra exclaimed, as soon as the boys were clear.

“I can't believe they've both seen us naked!” Wendy whined.

“Girls! Girls! Pull yourselves together!” I found myself having to take the lead again, knowing I couldn't let them wallow in their misery. “Yeah, they saw us naked. They were going to any way. They were determined, and I doubt they were going to be satisfied with just seeing us on film in the finished product. But look, we can either keep feeling ashamed about it, or we can act professionally, just like we do in front of any other man that sees us naked.”

“But they're not men! They're boys!” Sandra made a little squeal.

“Well, boys grow up to be men.” I told her, determined. “And I think it's time those boys grew up some, and we're going to make them!”

“How are we going to make them?” Wendy asked.

“Come on. Follow me.” I told them. With purpose, I led them over to where the boys were sitting near the director. “Boys, we wanted to apologize to you.” I spread my feet and planted them firmly, making sure my full vulva was showing for them.

“You do?...” Anthony asked, seemingly stunned, and I could see the two boys' eyes locking onto my privates!

I did my best not to squirm, knowing what I was showing them, and resisted covering myself up. I was hoping that my shame wasn't showing, but I could feel my cheeks burning. Still, they were looking exactly where I wanted them to at this moment. “We do. We were acting silly, and very unprofessional. So what if you see us naked. That's not a big deal, right? We’re all actors and can all act professionally, even with the three of us being naked.”

Both boys nodded their heads, eyes still locked on to my vulva. “Oh yeah… Of course. Professional…” Nathan responded, almost sounding robotic.

“So then you boys will have no trouble delivering your lines, even with us naked and showing you our most private parts?” I deliberately spread my legs even more, knowing that my lips down there would part, and my inner pink would start to show. The boys just kept nodding their heads, and I knew I had them right where I wanted them. “Then let's practice some line reads now.” I said, with a smirk. “That belongs to us!” I said, but the boys were still caught in a trance. “I said, that belongs to us!” I repeated, starting to giggle, as the boys clearly had not heard what I was telling them. They had become too preoccupied with staring at my private parts!

“Anthony, that's your line!” The director said in a gruff tone.

“Huh? What?” The two boys finally pealed their eyes from my privates, finding everyone looking at them. They both blushed deeply, as everyone on set started laughing at them for staring at me, including me and the other girls. “Are we rolling?” He asked.

“No, but we could have been! Now stop staring at your co-star’s pussy and start paying attention!” The director scolded, and I felt like I had gotten a little revenge on the boys for myself and the other girls. I would find out that might have been a mistake, as boys always seem to enjoy playing a game of one-upmanship.

For the rest of the day's shoot, however, the boys were a lot more subdued. We ran through the scene of us discovering the boys stealing our clothes, and coming out of the water to confront them again. Then the director shot it from the opposite side, with the boys holding our clothes and taunting us, before running off. The remaining scene for the day was us girls huddling behind a bush, discussing how we were going to get back to town without any clothes.

“But someone is going to see us!” Sandra's character was explaining to us.

“If anyone does, it's Katerina's fault!” Wendy said her line, naming my character. “She was the one who said we should go skinny-dipping in the first place!”

“There's plenty of blame to go around!” I said, putting on a slightly Southern sounding accent. “If neither of you hadn't yelled that way, I could of snuck up behind those boys and gotten our clothes back!”

“Yeah right! You was yelling and screaming just as much as the rest of us!”

“Well, we can't stay here! My pa said he'd tan my behind if he caught me skipping school again!” Sandra exclaimed.

“But school is that way and our homes is that way!” Wendy pointed in opposite directions. “We don't have enough time to get home and back!”

“Then we'll just haff-ta borrow something to wear from someone at school.” I told them. “And if no one will lend us anything, then we'll just take it!”

“Cut! That was great, girls! Take another five!” The three of us stood up, revealing ourselves again from behind the bush. I could see the boys still watching us like hawks, as we headed to catering again, though they were keeping their distance from us this time.

“Can you believe how long we've been naked?” Sandra asked, picking out a sandwich for herself.

“I know. I don't think I've ever been naked this long in my life.” I responded, going for a couple cookies. “It makes you think, doesn't it? We were so worried about the boys seeing us this way, but now it's almost become normal.”

“Yeah, it helps that they're no longer teasing us for being naked. You really got them good, Angela!” Sandra giggled.

“It makes you wonder if we could do the rest of the film this way.” I said cautiously, wondering how the girls would react to me.

Sandra nodded her head a little, but Wendy seemed to get really wide-eyed! “Not me! I still wish we could have worn the body socks for our scenes today! Too bad, they'd be ruined if they got wet. I'm just going to be glad when this day is over with!”

“Hey, girls?...” The three of us jumped, as somehow the boys had snuck up on us.

“Nathan. Anthony. Uh, hey…” I turned towards them, holding my half-eaten cookie on a paper plate in front of my stomach. I could see both boys eyeing me up and down again, and I felt myself starting to blush.

“Angela, I owe you an apology. We both do.” Anthony started. “Just like you, we weren't acting professionally. You have every right to be on set naked, and we shouldn't have been teasing you about it.”

“Well, uh, thank you, Anthony.” I said, setting my plate aside. My stomach felt like it was in a knot, as I could see him still checking my nakedness out, and a little smile growing at the edge of his lips. He might have been apologizing to me, but he still had it over me that he had seen me naked, whereas I had never seen him even halfway undressed! I was going to have to live with the fact that a classmate of mine had seen me naked and up close for the rest of my life!

“Hug?” He held his arms open, and then moved towards me without even waiting for an answer! Suddenly he was holding me! My naked body pressed against his clothes, which pressed against him! I was too stunned to move, feeling his arms envelop me! My body shuddered at the male contact, and as if by some force I couldn't control, I made an almost silent whining squeak in his ear. Then, automatically, my arms wrapped around his back, hugging him just as he was hugging me. I felt a stirring in his pants, and what was obviously his penis becoming erect as it pushed into my upper pubic area! “There. No hard feelings.” He grinned at me, and I could see the same twinkle in his eyes again, the same one he had given me when he had first seen me naked. He had found another way to get one over on me! As if to confirm that, he let his hands slide down my back and over my bare butt, just as he let go of the hug! I could only let out a gasp in response, never expecting him to touch me that way! He made a very smug smirk at me, before moving over to repeat what he had just done to me on Sandra and Wendy too, while Nathan took his turn to give me a hug. The worst part was, we couldn't even complain, as most of the crew were making aww noises at us, thinking we had finally worked out our differences.

The boys were smug again, as they headed off to get changed out of their costumes in one of the equipment trailers. “Why didn't we think of that?” Wendy commented, as we watched the boys go in. All three of us were still blushing like mad about the way the boys had found a way to feel us up a little, and right out in the open in front of everybody!

Then a little idea popped into my head. “I think I know how we can get the boys back again…”

“No, Angela!” Sandra grabbed my arm suddenly and made a pleading look at me. “They're just going to keep escalating things if you do!” She looked down, getting a huge blush on her cheeks. “Nathan touched my… Between my legs, when he was hugging me.”

“He did!?” I was shocked.

“Mine too…” Wendy added, looking more bashful than I'd ever seen her.

“Well, come on! We've gotta tell someone! We've at least got to get them back!” I made my case.

“We said no, Angela!” Sandra shouted loud enough that she was drawing some attention from the crew. She looked over at them with a weak smile, and said, “We said we're not hungry.”

Both girls got closer to me, and Wendy kept her voice down as she said, “Angela, promise me you won't try to get back at the boys. Please?”

“Alright. Alright. I promise.” I gave them my word, holding up my hand. They seemed relieved to hear that, and I decided it wasn't worth getting the girls on my bad side, even if my revenge on the boys would have been so sweet. With them still standing so close to me, I started to get a little amused, thinking about Nathan touching them. There was a question I just needed to know the answer to. “So, how did it feel when Nathan touched your privates?”

“Angela!” Wendy made a squeal at my question, turning scarlet!

Sandra was turning just as red as her too! “Why do you want to know??”

“Is this the first time you've ever had a boy touch you this way?” I asked.

“Didn't Nathan touch you that way too?” Wendy asked me, seemingly confused. I just shook my head. “Anthony?” She asked in response.

“What?? No way!” I declared, getting kind of defensive. I folded my arms and glared at them.

Both girls looked at each other and giggled. “I think Angela is jealous.” Sandra told Wendy.

“I am not!” Now I was the one getting mad and turning scarlet. “I've had boys touch me there!” I lied. “I just wouldn't ever let Anthony or Nathan do such a thing.”

“Uh huh.” Sandra rolled her eyes at me, while Wendy gave me a skeptical look. “I think the girl doth protest too much. I think you're upset Anthony didn't try to touch you that way.”

“He touched my butt!” I said, getting mad. I could feel my face burning with jealousy at my two younger costars.

“But you wish he woulda touched you somewhere else.” Wendy said, making my eyes grow wide, and my head shake rapidly. “Admit it, Angela, you've got a big crush on Anthony!”

“I do not!”

“Do so!” Sandra taunted.

“Do not!”

“Do so!”

“Do!... Ok, I admit it! I do!” I squealed at them with frustration. “He's so frustrating and annoying, but for some reason I really like him!” It felt good to get that off my chest.

Sandra's face suddenly turned pale, as she looked past me. “Hey Anthony…”

I let out another squeal and spun around, only to find no one behind me! “Sandra!” I turned back towards her, furious. Both girls were squealing with laughter at me now. “You little!...” I couldn't help it, as I started to laugh too. She came closer and wrapped her arms around me for a tight hug, and for the first time in my life I felt what it was like to hug another naked person. It was a pleasant experience, and I can remember in particular how nice it felt to let our small breasts press against one another. I wouldn't say it was erotic, not like the hug Anthony had given me earlier, but there was something electric about hugging another naked girl while being naked too. Maybe it was just the way the crew paused what they were doing to watch us until we let go? The boys had come out of the trailer now too, dressed in their street clothes, and just watched us like the rest of the men. I could tell there was something they were enjoying about seeing two naked girls hug each other.

We went through the remainder of our scenes that day pretty quickly, and the director finally called a wrap. Us girls headed to Rodger as we had no idea where he had left our regular clothes since we had taken them off that morning. I got a little surprise, as my mom had arrived early to pick me up, or maybe we were late in wrapping our scenes. Either way, she was standing there, talking with Rodger near the wardrobe rack, as I approached, but what I didn't realize until it was too late was that my little brother and sister were there with her!

“Mom, Angela's naked!” My younger 12-year-old brother squealed with delight. I felt myself instantly turning scarlet again, and I strategically used my arms to try and cover up my nakedness from my brother.

“Wow, the other girls are naked too.” My 9-year-old sister added, as she noticed Sandra and Wendy behind me. Both of them were trying to cover up, just like me.

“Yeah, they are!” My brother rushed right over to Wendy, as he knew they were both the same age. I'll admit, I felt a little relief, as his direct attention was no longer on me, but I did feel bad for Wendy, knowing that she was probably the shyest girl out of the three of us.

Rodger came up behind Wendy, first stroking her hair, but then he really surprised me as he took Wendy's arms in his hands and forced them away from her body and to her sides! He completely exposed her in front of my brother! “Yes, these girls are professionals. They've been naked all day on set, and never once made a complaint about it.”

“They spent the whole day naked??” My younger sister giggled with girlish glee at that information.

“Didn't I tell you, Sue?” My mom looked at my little sister. “The girls spend most of the picture naked. It's really quite a cute little story. Your father and I agree this is going to lead to a big break for Angela's acting career.” She turned to me with a big smile, but then I saw her losing her smile as her eyes noticed that I was trying to cover myself. “Angela, we talked about this…”

I slowly, reluctantly, lowered my arms and uncovered my naked body, knowing that all attention was back on me, my brother's especially. “I know. Actresses can't afford modesty.”

My mom smiled at me again, probably a combination of me remembering the motto she had drilled into me, and seeing me uncover myself. When I first began acting, I was shy to get undressed in front of anybody, even other girls and women I was sharing a dressing room with. My mom had repeated that to me over and over, telling me that if I really wanted to be an actress, then I needed to get over having people see me undressed. Eventually, it had worked, for the most part at least. I was still shy about boys my age, and my little siblings had never seen me in anything less than my underwear until now! I was quickly finding out that my mom didn't see that as any kind of problem I should have though.

“Rodger, do you have our clothes?” I asked, squirming, as I watched my little brother's eyes flipping back and forth between my naked body and Wendy's. Rodger was still holding Wendy's arms at her sides, and so the only one of us still covering up was Sandra. I felt a little envious of her, and I'm sure Wendy did as well. I was even more envious of my little sister, and her pretty purple dress that came down to her knees, however! I couldn't remember the last time I had seen her naked. It had been many, many years, and yet here she was, seeing me naked at 14! I knew for a fact that I had never seen my brother naked, as my parents didn't even let me in the same room with him when they were changing his diaper as a baby! Apparently they thought I was too immature for something like that!

Rodger finally received my message and went over to the clothes rack to get our clothes. First he gave Sandra her clothes, then Wendy, but right as he was going to give me my clothes, my mom snatched them right out of his hands! “Angela, there's no rush.” She said to me. With great envy and jealousy, I was forced to watch as my female co-stars, Sandra and Wendy, both got to get dressed in front of me, and then I felt even more exposed, being left the only one naked!

“Mom, come on, let me get dressed…” I pleaded through my teeth.

“In a minute, Angela.” My mom said, looking behind me. Now Wendy and Sandra seemed to have joined my sister's side, giggling at the fact that I was being left naked. Without the other girls to look at, my brother now had his full concentration on me. I could feel myself shudder with just how unfair it felt that my mom wasn't letting me get dressed like the other girls, and that she was letting my brother see me this way! But I should have realized that it could always get worse! “Angela, I asked you a question.” I heard my mom's voice saying.

“What, mom?” I asked, realizing she had been talking to me while I had been focusing on my embarrassment.

“I asked, isn't that your costar over there? Anthony? The boy you go to school with? I'd like for you to introduce me to him.” She took my arm and started leading me towards him.

“But mom!” I complained, then added under my breath, “I'm still naked…”

“I'm sure he won't mind, dear.” She must have been able to hear me anyway. “Hasn't he been seeing you naked all day on set anyway?”

“Well, yeah, but…” I didn't get to finish, as we had just reached Anthony.

“Hello, young man! I'm Josephine Crabtree, Angela's mother!” Mom shook his hand, while Anthony got a big grin on his face, seeing me standing next to my mother completely bare!

“It's nice to meet you, ma'am! Angela has just been a dream to work with. I don't think she's forgotten a line once while doing a take.” Anthony was obviously a very practiced actor, so it was hard for me to tell if he was really trying to praise me, or just prolonged how long I would be forced to stand here naked in front of him. Either way, my mom seemed to buy his charm, and I noticed a twinkle in her eyes as he praised me.

“Yes, Angela has always been great at memorizing lines. To tell you the truth, I wanted to get your opinion on Angela doing more roles in the nude.”

I let out a great big cough, as suddenly I felt like I was choking on my own saliva. “Mother! I don't think that's an appropriate question for my male costar!” I put extra emphasis on the word male.

Anthony let out a sardonic chuckle. “No, that's alright, Angela. Who better to ask than me?.” He made a little shrug at me, before turning towards my mom, putting gravity behind his voice as he spoke. “Angela is a pretty good actress. Not the best I've worked with, but not the worst. She'd probably have a pretty middle of the road career, but I doubt she'd be cast in many leading roles. But if she's comfortable appearing nude on film, I think that would open up the door to many more roles as the leading lady to her.” He turned towards me, and gave me another one of his annoying smirks, obviously aware that I was very much uncomfortable being naked, both on film, and at this exact moment in front of him!

“Yes, that's what her father and I were discussing. We think it might be good for Angela's career if she just goes out for as many roles that include nude scenes as possible.” My mom explained, but this was news to me! I could feel my jaw falling open.

“Yes, that's a good idea!” Anthony smiled at my mom, apparently delighted that I might make my whole career appearing nude in films. “Even if she were up for a role that didn't have any nude scenes, I know directors are open to adding them, when actresses push for them.”

“Oh, I hadn't even considered that. Thank you, young man!” Great, now my parents were going to push for me to ask my future directors to add nude scenes to a film if it didn't have one already too, and all on the advice of stupid Anthony! Mom suddenly got her own kind of smirk for Anthony. “You must be enjoying having three girls going naked on set every day.”

Anthony actually blushed a little at what my mom was implying. “Today was the first day, ma'am, and the girls will be wearing body socks for the rest of filming, so they won't really be naked.”

“They will?” My mom seemed surprised about that, and looked at me for a moment. “Doesn't your character spend the rest of the film naked?” I nodded at her, not sure where she was going with this. She turned back towards Anthony and asked, “Then wouldn't it be better if she were naked for filming the whole time?”

“Mother!” I let out another shocked squeal.

“That's what I've been saying to Nathan, our other costar. We thought about talking to our director about it, but we weren't sure it was our place.” Anthony explained. I didn't like where this was going at all!

“Then we'll just go talk to him now! Angela doesn't mind appearing naked, as long as it'll help her career.” I most certainly did mind, but I never got a chance to explain that, as my mom started shouting for the director! “Mr. Thomas! Mr. Thomas!”

The director approached jovially at first, but then I think he realized that the person calling to him was one of his actress's mothers, and suddenly his mood switched. It seemed like he was getting concerned. “Mrs. Crabtree, I'm sorry we didn't have any robes available today. I'll make sure personally that we have them tomorrow.” I guess he was worried that I had complained to my mom about having to stay uncovered the whole day.

“Robes? What?” My mother waved a dismissive hand in front of his face. “I called you over because Angela wanted to ask you if she could do the rest of her scenes in the nude, like today.”

Franklin looked at me, stunned. “She wants to go naked?” I looked around. Anthony still had his smug smirk, obviously delighting at the thought of me being made to work naked every day for the rest of filming. My mom was just smiling and nodding, more focused on what would improve my career than any of my feelings, and the director just seemed to be waiting for an answer. Despite the thought of the shame I'd be forced to endure, I slowly started to nod my head too, unable to disappoint my mother.

Franklin got a big smile on his face at my proposal. “Great! That's great! We can use a whole bunch of frontal shots of Angela in the film that we wouldn't have been able to before! It'll all be tasteful, of course…” He said, realizing that he was still talking to my mother.

“Of course.” My mom repeated, apparently unconcerned that anything perverted could happen to her 14-year-old daughter, appearing nude on film.

“But it'll really sell that the girls are naked throughout the film!” Franklin continued excitedly.

I looked over at Anthony, who just folded his arms and grinned at me with a sinister grin, as if to say he had finally gotten me. And it seemed like he really had! Because of him, I'd be spending the next few weeks on set completely naked!

Part 3

Our call time for the next day wasn't as early as the previous one had been, and I was thankful for that. Like the day before, I was dropped off by my mother. It was summer, so thankfully there wasn't school, but that meant working in hot conditions under even hotter lights in our enclosed studio. Unlike yesterday, filming today was taking place on set. They had converted it to look like the inside of an old school house, one of those that was only one classroom, where students of various ages and skill levels were all taught together. We were filming out of order, since tomorrow we would be on the back lot that looked like an old Western town, to film us arriving from the pond. Scheduling was always a tricky thing when it came to movie making, whether the production was big, or small, such as this one.

The thing I was most worried about when I arrived was how I was going to tell Sandra and Wendy that I was going to be doing the rest of the picture nude. I know both of them had been counting on me to stick up for their modesty, as little as they might have, in those skimpy bodysuits. It was going to be hard for me to do that when I was going to be going without anything to cover myself with! Plus I was worried about what they were going to think of me.

I arrived at our dressing room last, already feeling nervous about what I was going to tell them. I was avoiding them as long as I could, getting a coffee from catering instead of going to greet them first like I usually did. That meant they were already undressed when I came into the room. “Hey girls…” I said cautiously, wondering if they already knew about the changes to my costume.

“Angela! Hi!” Wendy greeted me with her usual charming smile. She stood there naked, leaning up against the make-up table, and made a little wave at me.

One of the make-up women was working on Sandra in the chair. “Hey Ang. Gosh, what is taking Rodger? Shouldn't he have brought in those bodysuits for us by now? I hope our make-up isn't smudged trying to get those things on.”

“Yeah, that would be a problem.” I said, going to my own chair and getting undressed. Knowing that I would be getting undressed anyway, I had elected to wear something light, a T-shirt and shorts, and rid my body of them quickly. Next to go was my bra, and then my panties, but I had to laugh out loud, as I discovered that I still had my shoes on, and my panties weren't going to fit over those!

“What is it?” Wendy asked me about my laugh.

“Oh, nothing. I just forgot to take my shoes off.” I explained, squatting down to undo my laces.

Wendy started to giggle at me, as I was facing my back to her and the door. “Ooh, Angela!”

“What?” I asked, my concentration still on my laces.

Just then I heard Rodger coming in. “Here you are, girls. Two bodysuits as ordered.” I heard his shoes squeak on the tile floor as he came to an abrupt stop behind me. “Watch out! There's a full moon out tonight!” He said, obviously directing his quip towards me!

“Hey!” I complained, starting to get frustrated as I couldn't get one of my shoelaces undone. I suddenly realized that I had straightened out one of my legs in order to get a better angle on the job, while the other one was bent underneath me, and that my bare butt was directly in his line of sight! Not only that, but as I struggled with the lace, it looked like I was wagging my bottom back and forth at him!

Then another male voice, both cute and irritating, made me realize that our dressing room door must still be wide open! “Wow, Angela!” It was one of our co-stars Anthony, and he had just seen me halfway bent over!

I immediately bolted upright, forgetting about my shoelace for now. “Anthony!” I was so embarrassed, that all I could say was his name.

“Anthony, Nathan, get out of here!” Wendy complained, almost snarling at them. That's when I realized Nathan must have seen me bent over too, as he was standing right behind Anthony.

“Relax. We just wanted to do some line reads with you.” Anthony explained, but I could see the grin fighting to free itself from his lips.

“No! Out!” Sandra got out of her chair, and actually physically pushed both of them out of the doorway, before slamming the door on them. Then she turned around, her face red with anger. “I swear, that's the last time they're seeing any of us naked!” She marched back over to her chair, and sat down with a thud. Then motioned for the makeup lady to continue.

“Not exactly…” I started to say bashfully, though it might have been too quiet for anyone to hear me.

“Hey, Rodger.” I heard Wendy's voice, questioning, as she had gone to check out the bodysuits. “Why are there only two of these?”

“Don't you know?” He looked over at me, surprised, but I just looked down at the floor with shame. “Uh, maybe Angela should explain.” I heard his voice saying.

“Expand what?” Sandra asked, getting up from her chair.

Her makeup was done, and I sank down into my chair with worry, wondering what they were going to think about me when I told them. The makeup lady came over to start on me, as I contemplated how I was going to explain this to them. “Um, you guys know that my mom really wants me to be a famous actress?”

“Uh huh.” Wendy nodded her head at me, while Sandra stood in front of me, and folded her arms. It looked like she was already judging me.

“Well, uh, she asked Franklin… And I agreed… if I could appear nude for the rest of the film…”

Sandra was turning that dark shade of red again, and I knew she was about to blow up at me. “Are you kidding!!” She snapped furiously, the likes of which I had only seen once before, when my brother had broken one of my mom's antique dining plates that had been passed down from generation to generation to her. “We agreed that none of us were going to try and upstage one another! We said that all of us were going to be equal co-stars!”

“Sandra, I'm not trying to upstage you!” I pleaded.

“Angela, everyone is going to be watching you if you're naked! No one is going to care about us!” She went over and snatched her body sock from Rodger and slipped it on. Then she went over to Wendy, who had already dawned her own suit.

“I promise you, that's not why I'm going naked!” I could already feel tears threatening to leak out of my eyes.

“Then wear the body sock!” She threw back at me.

“I can't. I already promised…” I told her with a tiny voice. The tears finally came streaming down my cheeks, messing up the makeup lady's work.

Sandra clicked her bare heels together, and made a loud clicking noise with her tongue at me. “Come on, Wendy. We don't have to talk to any upstager!” She started pulling her out of the dressing room. Wendy seemed torn, but she ultimately decided to go with her, and I couldn't really blame her. I knew what this looked like, and this was exactly what I was dreading happening when they found out.

“Here dear. Dry your eyes.” The makeup lady held out a tissue to me. I took it, thankful for her kindness. Not everyone who works in the movie business is kind to actresses, as they usually think of us as being stuck up and self-important. I would find out the reason for her kindness in a moment, as she started to laugh. “If those girls don't want to be upstaged, there's one simple solution. They should just go nude too.” She said, reapplying my eyeliner.

“Oh, they couldn't do that.” I told her. “Both of them are very shy about being naked.”

“Didn't both of them appear nude yesterday?” She made an inquisitive look, so I nodded my head. “Don't move too much, honey, or it'll mess up your makeup.”

“Sorry…”

“What do those three got to be shy about? I've seen all three of you, and you're all cute as a button!”

“Girls these days are a lot more body shy than back in our day, Beatrice.” I heard Rodger commenting from somewhere behind me, and I had totally forgotten he was even there.

“Ha! Our day? You're 20 years younger than me, Rodger! Back in my day, children were expected to run around naked, until they started sprouting hair on their nether regions. Speaking of which,” She went over and picked up a razor and a tube of cream. “Spread your legs, honey. You've got some stubble starting to come in.”

“Oh…” I hesitated for just a moment, before opening my legs for her. Immediately, she started spreading a dollop of shaving cream around on my pubic area with her bare hand. In all my dread, I had forgotten to shave myself that morning! It was the first time that anyone else had ever touched my public mound or labia, at least since I had started puberty, from what I could remember! And the most shameful part of it was that it actually felt good!

I say that was the most shameful part, but that was a lie. The most shameful part was right around the corner. Beatrice started up her story again, making swipes on the area above my lips, down there. “Why, this doesn't leave this room, but my mother shaved me below the neck until I was 16, just so she didn't need to buy me new clothes for a few more years.”

“She did!?” I asked with shock.

“She sure did!” She laughed. “I ran around with my bottom parts flashing everyone for years, since my skirt was always a little too short!”

“You did??” I could feel my mouth falling open, but also somehow I felt envious of her too. If I had lived in her day, then I wouldn't feel embarrassed about having my body parts showing. It would have been something normal and that I was used to. “Wait, you only had one skirt??”

“Dress, actually, but yep, just the one! But that was living in the great depression. Sometimes I would have to go without because it needed to be repaired or taken out.”

“Taken out?” I asked.

“That means, made a bigger size.” Rodger explained to me.

“Wait, so that means you were used to boys seeing your?…” I said, feeling myself starting to flush.

“Boys, girls. Men, women. Everyone saw my vagina, my boobs, and even my butt, until I was probably a lot older than people would think was kosher. It helped that I was always small for my age. Hell, I'm still small! I’m only 5 foot 2!” She laughed again.

“That's how tall I am.” I was still astonished that a girl of 16 years old would be running around with her private parts showing!

“See what I mean! You're only, what, 13?”

“14, ma'am.” I told her.

“14, and already shy about your body? My mother would have had you going naked every day, until you got over such silly ideas.” She told me, starting to swipe the razor over one of my lips, until it was clean and smooth.

It was only as she moved to clean off the razor in the little tray of water she kept, that I noticed Anthony staring at me in one of the mirrors from the open doorway! “Anthony!” I gasped his name, wondering how long he had been there! Sandra must have left the door open when she had stormed out, I realized.

I was about to snap my legs shut, as it dawned on me what he must be able to see, but before I could, Beatrice moved back over to me. She put her hand on my knee, and moved the razor back towards my pussy, trapping me with my legs open for him! “Don't move, honey, I don't want to cut you. Especially on all your pretty, silky skin down here.”

“But Anthony!...” I gasped again, as she started scraping away the stubble from my other lip. I could feel myself entering a daze, knowing what I must be showing to him in this position.

“Anthony, Angela wants to talk to you.” Beatrice called over her shoulder at him, before going back to her work, as if that was the reason I was saying his name!

Ever the opportunist, Anthony strutted over, like it was his job! He stood right behind her, watching as Beatrice removed the last bit of shaving cream from my pussy. The last bit of coverage I had from him down there! I clutched the arms of the chair tightly, thinking I was about to start hyperventilating in front of all of them.

“Anthony, could you please take a closer look at Angela's vagina, and tell me if it looks like I missed any of those soft, tiny hairs of hers? I forgot to wear my glasses today.” I could see the old lady hiding something behind her back, and I was almost sure she had just been wearing a pair of glasses, but I couldn't say for sure. I was too focused on Anthony as his face got closer and closer to my spread open privates! Just when it looked like he was close enough to kiss them, he stopped, taking in every inch of my girlhood laid bare in front of him.

“Why, Angela, I didn't know you had freckles down here.” I could hear the teasing in his voice, as he got a better look at my vulva then I had ever even gotten myself!

“I do?” I could feel myself going light-headed. A boy was getting a close up look at my private parts! A boy I had to go to school with, no less!

“Yeah. Right here, and here. And here!” I felt his fingertips lightly tapping some of my most sensitive skin! He had actually touched the outer lips! My labia! I felt violated, but also like my brain was short-circuiting!

“Anthony, here. If you're going to do that, clean off any of the cream I left on her.” Beatrice had returned, but not to help me! Instead, she handed him a wet wash cloth!

I could only sit there, and let my costar and classmate clean tiny bits of shaving cream off of my labia! He laid the wash cloth down flat over my lady bits, and began massaging his hand up and down on top of it, which felt good– really good!-- I have to admit. I just felt frozen with shame, as he did this, but I would soon find out that I wasn't really frozen. “I like the little squeaks you're making.” Anthony told me quietly, winking at me. My eyes traveled further down my body, and that's when I saw my hips rocking!

“Anthony, please!” I begged him. I should have been stronger! Strong enough to throw him off of me! Kick him! Slap him! Anything to stop him! But I wasn't. It just felt too good.

I saw him smirking at me, and then I felt his hand going underneath the wash cloth! His fingers slid right up my moist slit, running over my aching clit a time or two, and I was done for! “Oh, Anthony! Anthony!” My hips started bucking in the chair like crazy, and I couldn't stop myself from letting out moan after moan! It was the greatest pleasure I had ever felt in my life, and I would come to find out that it was called an orgasm.

“Oh my gosh!” Beatrice and Rodger both rushed over, too little too late, as I had just gotten my first taste of what my body was really capable of, and so had Anthony. Rodger pulled him back away from me, while Beatrice held my shoulders as I came down from the most confusing but amazing feeling I had ever experienced in my life up until that point. She pulled the wash cloth off of me, revealing my puffy red lips to everyone in the room, Anthony still included. Everyone seemed frozen in place, not sure what to do about what just happened. I wasn't even sure if Anthony or I really knew what had happened at that time!

We were still like that, when a stagehand came into the dressing room. “Uhhh, extras are arriving for the school scenes. Mr. Thomas would like for Angela to come out and greet them. He wants the chance for everyone to get used to Angela's new costume.” I could see his eyes staring between my legs, at my puffy pussy. He seemed surprised to see me in such a state.

“Thank you.” Rodger answered for me. “She'll be out in five minutes.” He nodded at him, then turned around and left, closing the door behind him, thankfully.

“Um, Rodger, maybe we ought to let these two kids talk for a bit.” Beatrice said, taking hold of Rodger's shirt collar.

“But I don't think…” Rodger started to complain.

“Trust me. A woman knows.” She winked at me for some reason, and then forcefully pulled Rodger out of the room with her.

Now I was left alone, completely naked, with my male costar! I still felt frozen!

“Haha! I made you cum, didn't I?!” Anthony laughed at me suddenly.

“What? Cum?” I asked, showing my ignorance.

“You know. Cum. Orgasm. Make your hips swivel until you can't take it anymore!” He just kept laughing and laughing.

“Shut up!” I leapt from the chair, furious with him!

“I made you orgasm! I made you orgasm! Wait until the guys at school hear about this!”

“Shut up! Shut up! Don't you dare tell them!” I tried to shout him down, but he just kept laughing at me! “How would you like it if you were naked!”

“Sorry, sweetie, but that's not going to happen.” For some reason, him calling me sweetie infuriated me most out of everything! I lunged at him, trying to rip the shirt off his back! I was going to strip him as naked as I was! I was determined!

Suddenly, his hand was in between my legs! He found my clitoris, and pinched it hard! “Ow, owwwie!!” I wailed at him, and my knees almost buckled from beneath me!

He just kept his firm painful hold on me. “Promise me you'll never try to strip me again.” I nodded my head at him, as my breath seemed to be gone. “Say it!”

“I won't try to strip you again…” I was hardly able to respond without any air in my lungs, but I just managed. I was starting to see stars when his grip on me finally loosened. He didn't release me completely, though. Instead, I felt his fingers begin to massage my little clit. It made me gasp down one deep breath. It was the first good one I had gotten since he had gotten a hold of me. “What are you doing?” I asked, even as my hips started to rock for him again. He backed away a little, so that he could look at me and what he was doing to me. In response, I spread my legs a bit more, standing just the way I had in front of him yesterday. Only this time, he was touching me!

“If you're a good girl, this is how I'll touch you. If you're a bad girl, I'll touch you the other way. Got it?”

“And what if I don't want you to touch me at all?--Ow! Ow!” The painful pinch was back, but only for a moment. “I got it…” I looked at him sadly, but he just messaged my clit without saying a word. It was obvious what his meaning was. He was going to touch me as long as he wanted, and I shouldn't try to do anything about it.

For some reason, I just let him, too. I felt that pleasure building inside of me again, and some part of me wanted to feel it. To taste it again. It was certainly better than the pain. But just as I was hitting that feeling, that wonderful feeling he had called an orgasm, he stopped! I was left frustrated and confused! “Come on, Angela.” He took my hand, like this was some kind of game. “We need to go greet the extras. I heard some of them are from our class at school. Won't it be fun to work with more of our classmates?” He teased me, and I realized that this really did seem to be a game to him! And one that was meant to leave me as humiliated and ashamed as possible!

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