Be Careful What You Ask For 3

By David

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I was admittedly a strange child, obsessed with odd little fantasies but too shy to tell anyone. During my adolescence I embarked on a series of secret adventures to satisfy my insatiable curiosity. Only when I got caught did I realize just how careful you have to be about what you ask for … it just might come true!

Part Three – My Secret World Discovered

Time flies when you’re having fun; on the other hand, it drags on painfully slow when you really want something.

For the next several days I didn’t get to spend much time at Mrs. Taylor’s house as I wanted. I was busy that weekend with my parents, which was really frustrating as I figured I had far more important things to do. Each of those days I barely had time to run in and feed Justine and the fish. On Monday I had a band meeting after school, which put me in an even bigger rush.

All of these obligations were getting in the way of my naked time at Mrs. Taylor’s house, of course, which was driving me crazy! Justine didn’t seem to care one way or the other. As long as she got fed she seemed fine.

It was on Tuesday or Wednesday afternoon – I can’t remember exactly which – before I had any time to myself. The way I had it figured, my opportunities for going naked anywhere outside my own house were rapidly diminishing; by the end of the week Old Lady Taylor would be back from her trip, my precious fantasy would be over and once again I’d be relegated to hiding in my bedroom looking at my dad’s old dirty magazines.

The good news was my parents were going out for the evening, which meant I didn’t have to go home on a particular deadline. I would get to spend as much time as I wanted acting out my weird little dreams come true ... or at least as much of them as I could conjure. The funny thing about it was that my mother even approved!

“Since we’re leaving in the afternoon and will be gone most of the evening you can stay at Mrs. Taylor’s for as long as you want,” she told me cheerily. “That will keep it looking lived in while Elizabeth is away. And besides, I’m sure Justine will appreciate your company.”

“I guess so,” I replied in as innocent a manner as I could conjure. I didn’t want my parents getting suspicious, so I’d been playing like I didn’t care one way or the other. I must have done something to give myself away because my mother suddenly looked at me funny.

“You’ve been behaving properly while you’re at Mrs. Taylor’s house, right? You’re not snooping around and causing mischief, are you?”

“Heck no mom!” I did my best I-don’t-know-what-you’re-talking-about reaction. I forced my eyes to go wide with surprise and made a huffing sound for added affect. “I’m doing everything Mrs. Taylor asked. I take care of the plants and feed the fish and take care of Justine. Everything is great!”

My mother stared at me for a moment. I couldn’t tell if she believed me or not.

“Well, I hope you’re telling the truth. I know how you are. You've been acting funny lately.” She gave me The Look. “You’re sure you’re not doing anything you shouldn’t?”

“No, Mom. Heck no!”

I might have overdone it a bit, but I couldn’t tell for sure. My mother studied me for a moment, then patted me on the head and sent me on my way. I sighed and thanked god that I didn’t screw it up.

After school let out that afternoon I was about to head for Mrs. Taylor’s when Jennifer Wilson and Janie Johnson stopped me. Jennifer was looking very sweet and Janie had that snooty look in her eye, of course.

“Hey, David, want to walk with us?” Jennifer tilted her head in that girlish way that makes young boys’ hearts go pitter-patter. “You’re going to the Taylor house, aren’t you? We thought we might go with you and maybe look around a little.”

“Yeeaaaah … well, the thing is ….” I had to think quick. I never was a very good liar, especially with people I liked. “I got this thing this afternoon … with my mom? And I gotta hurry up and get my stuff done and get on home …?”

I felt my stomach flip upside down and back again. My mouth was dry as I looked into Jennifer’s pretty blue eyes and tried to polish up the lie I’d just told.

“Um, maybe … tomorrow? I don’t know if I’m allowed to bring … friends … in with me? Into Mrs. Taylor’s house, I mean?”

Why was everything I saying coming out like a question? Was I really that stupid sounding?

Why? Yes? No? I don’t know?

My face burned hot when I saw Jennifer’s pretty face go into pouty mode. Janie whispered something in her ear and she whispered something back and shook her head. Both girls then looked at me as if I was supposed to say something. All I could do was shrug my shoulders and make a stupid confused look on my stupid dumb face.

“Sorry, Jenny. Um, maybe later this week?”

“Well, if you say sooooo ….” Jennifer sighed. “I might be too busy by then, but that’s all right. If you don’t want to be with meeeee ....”

Feeling totally foolish, I left the girls standing in front of the school. I knew I’d screwed that up royally, but I didn’t have the time or desire to figure out how to fix it.

I had other things on my mind.

Putting that crisis from my mind for the moment, I ran as fast as I could to Mrs. Taylor’s House of Naked Adventures. I had to laugh; at the time I’d bet my employer would have been shocked to know that’s how I thought of her home. But, if the name fits ….

Within seconds of arriving the front door was locked and I was inside, safe, secure … and alone. Well, alone except for Justine and the plants. And the fish. And the cast of characters in my imagination.

This was going to be fun!

The first thing I did was remove my clothes and hide them from myself. I took off everything as quickly as I could, folded them neatly and put them in my book bag. Except for my shoes, of course; I put them in the bottom of the hall closet under my bag, just like I’d done half a dozen times before. Barefoot and bare bottomed, I shut the door and backed away. I remember looking up at one of the mirrors that lined the hall and saw my pale, vulnerable body, naked as the day as I was born. I looked absolutely ridiculous, walking around that elegantly decorated house in my birthday suit; the goofy grin on my young face and my curly hair all mussed up only added to the silliness of my situation.

"Look, I know this is stupid," I told the smirking child on the other side of the mirror. "But it's so much fun I can't help it!"

“You got that right,” my reflection replied with a mischievous wink. “Let’s have some fun!”

Feeling frisky in my nudity, I hopped and skipped toward the kitchen, enjoying myself with every fiber of my being. The further I got from my clothes, the more dangerous it was to be naked and the more thrilling! By the time I arrived my little penis was erect and bouncing around like an eager pet of some sort.

"What if Mrs. Taylor saw me now," I said aloud to myself. "What if my mom saw me? Wow, what if they both saw me! Wouldn't that be something? Wouldn’t that be the funniest thing in the whole wide world???"

I paused for a moment. There was no answer, which was as expected. I suspect if someone had replied I probably would have peed myself right then and there!

The thing was, I wondered a lot about what might happen if my mother's beautiful friend ever caught me naked in her home; truth be told, as much as I thought about it, I had no idea what I'd do if Mrs. Taylor actually showed up. Most likely she would have a conniption fit and call my parents. Then they’d probably ground me forever and make me go to some sort of doctor or something.

And that wouldn’t have been any fun at all.

Of course, in the fantasy world conjured up by my little eleven year old brain, things would be much different: in my mind, my buxom captor would taunt and tease me and I'd beg dramatically for mercy. I’d probably have to endure some sort of horrible pretend beating, either with a pretend switch or an imaginary whip of some sort. Then I'd end up being her house servant for life, waiting on her and her friends hand and foot while they teased me and treated me like their naked little pet.

At least that’s the way my perverted little mind had it all figured.

Kids. Whattaya gonna do?

Anyway, with my parents out of town for the afternoon I figured I had several hours to enjoy myself and do pretty much anything I wanted. To say I was thrilled to have so much time to myself in Mrs. Taylor’s mansion was an understatement; I was so happy I did a silly dance as I made my way through the halls!

“I’m naked naked naked!” I chanted, giggling like an idiot. “And there’s nothing nothing nothing anybody can do do do to stop stop stop stop me me MEEEEEEE!!!”

Hey, what did you expect? Like I said, I was kid. And kids do silly, stupid stuff. So get over it!

First things first, though. I did my due diligence with watering the plants, which was a truly masochistic chore; as I described before, walking to each room and back to the kitchen took forever and seemed like real work, which made my naked servant boy game even more realistic.

“I’m hurrying as fast as I can, Mrs. Taylor!” I shouted as I padded barefoot in my birthday suit about the house with that silly little watering can. The first time I watered the plants I thought it was boring and I hated it; but now that I was doing it naked, it was actually fun!

“I’m a-hurrying,” I called out to an empty house. “I promise, I’m a-hurrying!”

“You’re such a lazy boy,” I imagined the cruel Mrs. Taylor chastising me in absentia. “Just wait until I tell your mother what a bad boy you really are!”

“Please don’t punish me, Mrs. Taylor,” I sang in dramatic mock fear as I made my way up that huge curved staircase for the umpteenth time. “And please don’t tell my mother on me … pleeeeeasssse!”

“Lazy, naked boys get punished for being slow,” my pretend captor taunted. Maybe I ought to have you whipped!”

“Don’t whip my bare butt!” I cried. “Not my bare butt!”

I couldn’t help but giggle at my stupid little game. To me this was no different than playing cowboys and Indians, only instead of getting shot or scalped you’d get your bare butt whipped. I got so excited my stiff little penis tingled like it never did before!

Yes, it was weird and immature and silly. Heck, even I thought so at the time. But it was also fun, pretending to be caught up in such a naughty, illicit adventure. There was no other place in the world I’d have rather been than running around Old Lady Taylor’s house with my bare bottom at risk!

After watering the plants I returned to the kitchen and fed Justine. Just like a spoiled child, that silly cat watched me with aloof curiosity, slowly sauntering over to inspect the food I’d prepared for her, playing her role as queen of the mansion to perfection. I had to laugh when she turned up her nose at the dish of expensive cat food.

“I’meow not happy at all, meow,” I imagined her saying. She stopped looking at me long enough to preen herself, then she resumed her complaining.

“Stupid boy! Meow wanted chicken paté and you gave meow seafood delight. This will not meow do! Not meow at all!”

I loved playing pretend with Justine, especially when she stared at me like that. It was like having a little person spying on me all the time. My stiff little penis caught her attention, as usual. That crazy cat watched it with great intensity, which was as weird as it was funny; at one point she jumped up between my legs, batting away at my erection and my balls with her little paws. She did this several times, forcing me to cover myself with my hands. I thought that was so funny and I laughed out loud at the absurdity of the situation.

“You can’t play with my wiener, Justine!” I giggling like a fool. “Go eat your food. Go on! And leave my wiener alone!”

“Meow wants to play with your little mousie toy,” she seemed to say as she gazed at my dangling boy parts. “It’s meow not fair that you keep teasing meow with it! Let meow have it! I want it meow!”

“Silly ol’ cat,” I said, laughing at my own strangeness.

Once my chores were all done it was time for the next step in the game.

Standing in the kitchen, I stared at those gigantic French doors leading out to the patio. Today was the day. I was finally going to do it.

My imagination ran wild as I pictured myself in my bare skin running wild through Mrs. Taylor’s amazing garden, frolicking among the various paths and walkways, splashing my feet in her fish pond and acting as if I owned the place. It was my dream come true and the possibilities boggled my eager eleven year old mind!

“Come on, fairy boy,” I whispered to my masochistic self. “You’ve wanted to do this forever. Get on with it!”

Trembling from the top of my curly head to my bare toes, I hesitated. I must have looked toward the daylight for ten full minutes, trying to work up the courage to unlock the double doors and step outside. All I had to do was flip the latch, turn the knob … and pull.

It took me some time, but I finally did it. And the instant I did, my world changed forever.

As the doors swung back I could hear the birds in the trees, the running water down at the fish pond and the faint sounds of traffic and other neighborhood noises in the background. I grabbed the measuring cup of fish food off the countertop, took a deep breath … and stepped across the threshold.

The feeling of the rough concrete on my bare feet was a wakeup call as I stood on the patio. So was the feeling of warm wind and the heat of the sun on my bare skin, my legs, my bottom, up along my back and my torso and down in between my thighs. Absent the air conditioning, I still trembled, but not from the cold; instead, it was partly from excitement, partly from fear of discovery.

“Yikes,” I said aloud to myself.

My heart beat so loud that my head was about to explode. The sensation of the sun and fresh air against my body was intoxicating; this was the first time I’d been outside without any clothes since I was a little kid and I felt nearly overwhelmed! I'd dreamed of going outside in my birthday suit forever. I’d wished and dreamed and fantasized it so often, it almost hurt; and now that it was real I had so many mixed emotions and thoughts swirling through my mind, I became dizzy with delight. One thing was certain, though: I was outside, completely naked in the bright daylight – and I was loving it!

For the first few minutes I lingered along the edge of the garden, close to cover until I could make sure I wouldn’t be seen. Which was a joke, since the entire back yard was surrounded by a high brick wall and all sorts of thick shrubbery and tall trees. A solid iron gate, looking like something stole from a European castle, kept out pesky spies and intruders. Add to all that, the nearest neighbor was at least a hundred or so feet away; between the distance and the dense foliage and the wall, privacy was practically guaranteed.

For a little while longer I kept close to the edge of the garden, hiding along the cool shade of the shrubbery and trees. I made my way around the pool and close to the statue of Venus that I admired so much. I remember standing there before her, admiring her amazing, voluptuous form and staring up into her blank eyes. Biting my lip, I wondered what she might say if she came to life at that very moment.

“It’s about time you joined us,” I imagined the naked marble woman saying. “After all this time you finally decided to come out and join us? How nice. Please, darling, you can look, but don’t stare. It’s rude.”

“I’m not staring,” I whispered my reply.

But stare I did. I couldn’t help myself. I stared at her face, her neck, her breasts and exposed nipples. I stared at her naked bottom and pubic area; I even stared at her belly button.

Then I looked down at myself. Compared to that magnificent life-sized statue of the goddess of love – which was so realistic and full of detail – I felt small and insignificant in my puny bare skin. My weak arms and shoulders and my fat butt seemed laughable in comparison to such classic lines of beauty; even her belly button was a work of art while my ugly little penis and ridiculous balls weren’t even worth a glance.

I reached out and touched her. Right on the belly button. This was the first time I ever did that. I don’t know why I hadn’t earlier. I guess being naked just brought out that side of me. I caressed that curious little aperture, marveling at how it felt, amazed that someone had actually carved it into stone. Amazing.

I reached up to touch her nipple. A sudden chattering in the trees startled me. A blue jay fluttered about, making a godawful racket, heckling me as I stood silent and helpless below.

“You’re gonna be in big trouble!” the annoying bird seemed to say. “Better watch it! You’ll be sorry. You’ll be sorry … you’ll be sorry ….”

Ignoring the warning from my newest nemesis, I decided to go visit my most favorite statue, the boy cupid. Where his portrait in Mrs. Taylor’s bedroom was full of color and incredible detail, the statue in the garden had its own attributes, mainly being life-sized, almost as tall as me; to my eyes it was real enough to think of as a living person. I’d seen other boys naked or partly so at the gym, but I always tried to avoid looking directly at them; I could stare as long as I wanted at this statue, and now that I was naked in front of him I would do just that.

Okay, sure, it was weird and all, but remember, I was just a kid at the time. I was curious, that’s all, and curious kids like satisfying their curiosity. I remember standing close to the cupid, touching the top of his head with my hand and then touching my own, comparing our height. Except for his wings we were almost the same, and for some reason that fascinated me. I think maybe it was because I liked pretending he was me. Or I was him. Or whatever.

Anyway, my curiosity was so strong and he looked so real, I just had to reach out and touch him. I think it was because he looked so much like me, especially without my clothes on. I’d never admit it at the time, but I was so curious about the comparison, I reached out and caressed him all over with my fingertips. I ran my hands up and down his arms, his chest and belly, down his back and even over his bare bottom. I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help it. It just seemed like the thing to do at the time.

I then touched my own body to compare the two of us; I first caressed his bottom, then my own; I touched his nipple, then my own; I even touched his lips, then my own. And it all felt so very strange. I was mystified to find we weren’t that much different; we both had bumps and curves and crevices in all the same places. The main differences were where he was cool and hard to the touch, I was warm and soft.

“That’s weird … but neat,” I remember saying to myself.

I even dared to touch his little marble penis and ballsack, which to my young mind was like breaking some sort of law. I couldn’t imagine touching a real boy’s privates and the thought of another boy touching mine was disgusting. Still, I was curious.

“It’s not really real, right?” I told myself. “So that makes it all right … I hope ….”

I remember my fingers trembling as I ran them over the smooth marble tip and grasped the slender shaft in my hand. Compared to my own ugly pink thing, this was literally a work of art. I wondered if that was anything like touching a real penis. Other than my own, I mean.

Talk about confusing! As I stood there examining my frozen friend, I felt so guilty, my heart raced and I looked over my shoulder to make sure nobody saw me. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I couldn’t help myself. But nothing bad happened, of course. Nobody jumped over the fence or came busting out of the house; no sirens went off and no helicopters filled with policemen flew in to take me down. The only sound was that of running water and that stupid blue jay chattering away up in the trees.

“Uh-oh! Naughty naughty! You’ll get caught! You’ll get caught! You’ll get caw-caw-caw-caaaawwwwt!”

“Shut up, you stupid old bird,” I fussed. “Go away and leave me alone! You’re not supposed to be here!”

After a few minutes I managed to shed my anxiety. I was safe, nobody knew what I was doing, so why worry? This was my big chance to live out my secret fantasy, so why waste it hiding in the shadows? Feeling happy as I’d ever been in my young life, I decided to feed Mrs. Taylor’s fish and do a little exploring. Before long I was skipping about the patio, back and forth between Venus and the boy cupid and all of the other statues that inhabited that wonderful backyard garden.

I can’t tell you what I was thinking at the time except to say that I was elated, delighted and totally in love with my situation! Here I was, a shy, somewhat introverted eleven year old kid and I was living my most secret dream come true! To be naked and playing in such a beautiful garden all to myself, it was an amazing feeling! I was never so happy in my life, shed of my clumsy, ugly clothing and frolicking about in my bare skin in a virtual paradise!

“I wish I could do this all the time,” I remember saying to myself. “This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me!”

And why wouldn’t I feel that way? I had this gigantic, mysterious house all to myself, these beautiful statues, this marvelous garden … and they were all mine … well, for the moment, at least. I mean, I could run about bare butt naked for as long as I liked and nobody was there to stop me or make fun of me! How great was that?

“I can’t believe this is happening,” I shouted out loud. “THIS IS SO GREAT!!!”

I started to shout something else – I don’t remember what it was, it was so long ago – but as I gathered my breath to let loose with whatever it was I wanted to say, I thought I heard voices. I paused, waited for a moment, then decided it was probably just somebody next door or maybe down the street. I'd heard them before when I fed the fishes and figured they were nothing to worry about.

Then I heard them again. This time was different. These were girl voices. Young girl voices. Young girl voices that were familiar to me.

And they were getting louder. Which meant closer. Which wasn’t good.

“Oh crap!” I whispered to myself. I remembered Jennifer Wilson talking to me earlier about coming over.

Could it be?

I heard the voices again, followed by a familiar giggle.

“Oh geez!” I said aloud. “It’s Jenny! Holy crap! It’s Jenny and she’s gonna see me like this!!!”

At first I froze on the spot, right in the middle of Mrs. Taylor’s beautiful garden, in full daylight – without a stitch of clothing, mind you! – unable to move or make decision.

What to do … what to do ….

What was I supposed to do???

“Holy crap,” I whispered to myself.

I took a deep breath and did a quick look around. The voices were approaching the main gate to the garden, which was near the driveway and the garage. I was down next to the fish pond, about fifty feet or so – maybe more, heck, I didn’t know! – from the patio. The gate was about half the distance from where I was standing. And it sounded like the girls were almost there!

I had to think before I did something stupid … like get me caught!

What if Jenny and whoever she was with came through the gate? Did I have enough time to get inside the house? Or should I stay where I was and maybe even go hide in the garden?

Or maybe I could just go over and make sure the gate was locked. Yeah, that sounded like a pretty good idea ….

I felt my heart skip a beat. Wait a minute … what if the lock didn't work? What if there wasn’t a lock …?

“No no no no no,” I whispered quietly. “Oh gosh … noooooo ….”

“I think I heard a voice around this way,” someone outside the garden said. “Maybe David’s in the backyard.”

“I don’t think so,” replied another voice. “He said he had to go home. He didn’t answer the door again. I don’t think he’s here. We should just go.”

The first voice I recognized for sure as Jennifer’s. I had it memorized, even in my dreams. The other voice kinda sorta sounded like Janie Johnson. Ugh! That made things even worse, as far as I was concerned. She was as nosey as she was snooty!

“Well, if he isn’t here, that doesn’t mean we still can’t look around. You’ve got to see Mrs. Taylor’s garden. Like I said, it’s got all these beautiful statues she’s collected from around the world. And most of them are naked!”

“You mean ‘nude,’ right?”

Yep, that was Jennifer and the second voice was that snooty Janie, all right. Leave it to Janie to argue over whether something – or someone, I guess – was nude or naked.

What a snob, I thought to myself. Stupid know it all!

“Oh, whatever! Nude, naked, it doesn’t matter, Janie.” Even in a moment of near panic I smiled to hear Jennifer push back at her friend’s obstinance. “You’ve got to see them to believe them. They’re so amazing … and naughty! It’s mostly women and girls, but there are a few boys … and you can see everything! Mrs. Taylor doesn’t let just anybody inside to look around. You have to be invited.”

Snooty Janie didn’t seem impressed. “Well, we’re not invited. We could get in trouble.”

Jennifer giggled. I loved hearing her giggle, even in my moment of crisis.

“Don’t be silly. I’ve been in there with my mom. It’s okay.” There was a pause. “Come on, don’t be a spoil sport. Let’s see if the gate is open.”

Reality suddenly kicked in. I looked down at my naked body. This was not good. If they saw me, I was doomed. I didn't want Jennifer to see what I looked like without any clothes on. I looked so fat and stupid; I just knew she'd be grossed out and make fun of me.

I rolled my eyes and sighed. The day was not turning out like I’d thought. I was really in a mess this time!

The thing was, if they saw me and even if Jenny didn't laugh at me, she couldn’t keep this a secret. Janie would see me and she’d surely blab and everybody at school would find out what a pervert I was. Then my parents would hear about it and my mom … oh, Jesus … and my dad ….

Holy crap … MY DAD!!!!

Geez, if my dad ever found about what I’d be doing, he’d give me so much hell, I can’t tell you how miserable that would be. We didn’t get along very well anyway; if he even thought I was doing something like this, there was no telling what he’d do.

I was doomed!

Stupid reality ….

I decided against running for the house. I’d waited too long for that. If the girls came through the gate they’d see me before I could make it halfway there. If I tried to hide they might find me while they wandered around looking at the statues. Better that they didn’t get in the garden in the first place. That meant I had to go for the gate and make sure it was locked. If I did that, problem solved. But if I didn’t make it … or if the lock was broken … or didn’t exist … I’d probably get caught.

Then I’d be doomed for sure.

Holy crap!

I held my breath as I tiptoed over to the access gate, as quickly and as stealthily as I could in my bare feet; the path was partly gravel and it hurt if you ran too fast.

Stupid bare feet! I could have cried, the rocks stung so bad! I hurried along in agony, carelessly crunching gravel on the way.

“What was that?” one of the girl’s voices said. I was pretty sure it was Jennifer. “Did you hear something? Like footsteps or something?”

I immediately stopped in my tracks. I was within a few steps of the gate. There was a latch, thank goodness. It looked like it was locked, but I couldn’t tell for sure.

“No, Jenny, I didn’t hear anything. Can we just go? This is dumb!”

“I’m pretty sure I heard something ….”

There was some whispering, then giggling, then more whispering.

I took a step, paused, and then took another. Just one, maybe two more ….

The gate suddenly rattled. Someone was trying to get in!

I stepped back against some flowery shrubs to make sure I wouldn’t be seen. I had to fight to keep from crying out and giving away my position, I was so scared.

The gate was very ornate with elaborate iron lace and floral decorations, but solid and designed to defend against prying eyes. Still, I could partially see the girls through a couple of little cracks. Yep, it was Jennifer and Janie all right. I pressed my head back into the bushes in hopes they couldn’t see me.

I was so nervous I almost peed myself!

The gate rattled again, extra hard this time. Whew! It turned out that the latch was indeed fastened from the inside. I was pretty sure the girls couldn’t get it open. Pretty sure, I hoped.

That was the good news. The bad news was that my classmates were just a couple of feet away. If the gate hadn't been there I could have reached out and touched them. They could have also reached out and touched me, come to think of it.

I could hear more whispering, then some sort of movement. My heart was beating so hard, I just knew they’d hear it and realize I was right under their noses!

I remember glancing down and seeing my little pink penis standing proudly amidst the blossoms that provided me cover. That image was as ridiculous as it was disconcerting; I mean, here I was, on the verge of catastrophe, and I had a stupid erection!

What the heck …?

I was really confused by what I was seeing. Why was my penis sticking out now? I mean, I hated the way that ugly little thing looked anyway, and while seeing it bouncing around was normally pretty funny, at that moment the timing was horrible! I thought for a moment what the girls might say if they saw me at that moment; despite my silly fantasies I was horrified at the possibilities.

The gate rattled again. My heart raced with the knowledge that all I had to do was reach out and lift the latch and my life would be ruined. My anxiety rose to a painful level and I got so excited I was beginning to have trouble breathing.

There was that whispering again. That only added to my nervousness.

“See, the stupid thing is locked,” whined Janie. “We can’t get in and David’s not here. Can we just go home now?”

“Come on,” Jennifer said. “I think there might be another way in. Let’s go see.”

“Oh, Jenny, please, let’s go home. This is a total waste of time! I want to go shopping!”

“No, it’s not a waste of time. And who cares about shopping, anyway? This is fun! What’s the matter, don’t you want an adventure?”

I grinned to hear the love of my life sounding so passionate. I wondered if that meant we actually might have something in common.

“Too bad David isn’t here. It would be fun to see how he’d react to looking at all those naked statues. I bet he’d get all embarrassed and do something silly and cute like he always does. He’s so funny sometimes.”

My face flushed hot with excitement to hear Jennifer Wilson mention my name. Saying it along with the word “naked” was amazing! She even said I was cute and funny, which was bonus points! I actually had to put my hand over my mouth and nose to keep from hyperventilating!

“Who cares what he thinks,” fumed Janie. “He’s not funny, he’s weird. He’s a dork and he’s a fag. Like my dad says, he’s a waste of oxygen! I wouldn’t give him the time of day if I didn’t have to.”

So much for those bonus points.

For a moment I was distracted by Janie Johnson’s ugly comment about me. But I realized I’d better focus on the problem at hand; Jennifer was far from giving up.

“Geez, Janie, stop your whining! There’s another gate on the far side of the house. Maybe we can get through that way ….”

Another gate? I slapped my forehead. Holy crap!

I'd forgotten all about the second gate. It was on the other side of the house, who knew how far away. Again, I had to silently finesse my way along the gravel path, past rows of flowers and topiaries and then the patio. The path went along a huge collection of flowering plants, then a mass of shrubbery. The soles of my feet stung and hurt the entire way. After all that I had to wriggle though a gauntlet of rose bushes whose vines were tangled into what looked like a giant spider web. Doing that naked was no fun at all!

I arrived at the second gate just as the girls showed up; I could hear Janie whining as they approached. It turned out my worrying had been for nothing. Like its mate, this one was solid and provided enough cover to conceal my presence. There was also a latch, which was locked. It didn't matter, though, as the whole thing was grown over with all sorts of thorns and vines, just like in a fairy tale. Together the three of us couldn’t have opened it if we’d tried. If I had any clothes on, that is.

Still, my heart rate went crazy as I watched the latch rattle about again and again. I mean, there I was, a naked eleven year old boy – well, nearly twelve, to be exact – hiding just inches away from two of the prettiest girls in my sixth grade class! All it would take was an unexpected crack of a twig or a giggle or for that gate to suddenly fall apart and I would be discovered! All my secrets would be known and my life ruined.

I thought for a moment that I was living out one of my secret fantasies, only for real!

How in the world did that ever happen?

“Shoot” I could hear Jennifer’s voice just inches away. I held my breath as she fussed and fumed over her frustration. “Stupid, stupid gate! I really wanted to see those statues again!”

The gate jumped again, as if someone had kicked it from the other side. I bit my lip to keep from giggling as Jennifer threw a little fit.

“I hate you, David Cartwright! I hate you! Thanks a lot for nothing!”

There was some more whispering and gate rattling, but the girls eventually gave up. Jennifer was really upset with me and Janie’s whining was enough to drive me crazy. If I hadn’t been naked I would have gone through the gate and told Janie to shut up. I almost wished I did it. The mental image of me jumping out from the bushes in my birthday suit and scaring her had me giggling like a fool. I had to cover my mouth to keep from laughing out loud!

Once I was certain the girls were gone I was finally able to relax and catch my breath. I literally ached all over, I guess from the stress of almost getting caught. My aching feet were a reminder that being completely naked in daylight was a huge departure from standing naked in the bathroom or even walking around inside a house. Inside you were safe and secure from the elements; outside there were sharp rocks, thorns, and the possibility of prying eyes and absolutely no protection at all.

“Wow,” I finally said once I was sure I was alone. “That was a close call!”

Despite the warm rays of the sun the chill of danger sent a shiver up my naked spine; if I really did get caught I was going to have one heck of a time trying to explain why I was bare butt naked in my mother’s friend’s back yard.

“Talk about scary,” I whispered to myself. “I’m gonna have to be more careful.”

You’d think after that little close call I’d go running back into the house; anyone with a lick of sense would have put their clothes back on and high-tailed it for home. But not me. I wasn’t – and still am not – very smart. This was the exact reason I was so enthralled with the idea of going naked in the first place. It was that sense of vulnerability and the chance of discovery that made the whole experience so much fun.

Yes, the seeds of masochism that were growing inside my head, inspired by my earlier childhood experiences and my dad’s adventure magazines. Part of me was terrified of the consequences of getting caught doing something I clearly shouldn’t; another part of me thrived on the risk and having to face my accusers … naked and without any way to protect myself.

I eventually resumed my exploration of Mrs. Taylor’s garden. Ironically, after nearly getting caught by the girls, my confidence grew strong enough that I wandered the numerous nooks and crannies without worry. With my bare bottom exposed and my penis and balls bouncing about, I ran and danced and frolicked along the various pathways with complete abandon, playing hide and seek with my imaginary friends and acting a complete fool.

Funny thing, how living out your dreams affects the way you think about things. Skipping happily about in Mrs. Taylor’s wonderful garden, I didn’t have to resort to any ridiculous fantasies about Nazi soldiers or white slavers or kidnapping brigand; big breasted dominatrixes and bullying girls were nowhere in my mind. Well, the thought of the girls was still there; just imagining what might have happened if Jennifer and Janie had caught me was exciting and marvelous! I never felt so alive, playing silly games in my bare skin and having the time of my life. For a precious little while I completely forgot about the outside world.

“I could do this forever,” I said aloud while standing naked in the middle of that magnificent garden. “I love being naked!”

And that’s when everything started falling apart. For real this time.

I was sitting at the feet of the boy cupid, exhausted from my exertions and leaning my body against my silent friend, “resting my eyes” as my father often said. Occasionally I would peer across the landscape and smile at the fish pond and the various angel and cupid statues that decorated my secret lair. I was tired but happy, coming down from the thrill of a lifetime, wishing for it to never end.

“This was fun,” I whispered to my silent friend. “I love being naked … I just love it so much, I wish I could do it all the time ….”

Suddenly, I heard a girlish giggle. An icy chill hit my naked body and I hugged the bottom of the statue and clenched my eyes shut in total fright. In that one instant I just knew my life was over. I was caught. Caught, captured and sentenced to a life of shame. All with that single giggle.

There it was again, that childish, musical giggle, so close I just knew I'd been caught. I held my breath. I didn’t even have to open my eyes to know who it was. Jennifer Wilson, no doubt, finally made her dramatic appearance. She’d obviously figured out the gate or opened one of the doors to the house or something … and Jennifer being Jennifer, she had to snoop around and find a way into the garden. And now she saw me.

At long last I was captured. And my life would never be the same again.

The third time I heard the girlish giggling I realized I couldn’t just stand there. For better or worse – worse, most likely – I was going to have to do something, anything. As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t keep my eyes shut all day. I had to open them and act. And fast!

I just hoped I didn’t pee myself.

I let my breath out. I opened my eyes. What I saw was not at all what I expected.

A young girl in a bright blue dress stood not ten feet away, staring right at me. She was quite small, looking to be about five or six years of age. Her skin was black as coal, contrasting with the bright blue dress she wore; I remember little matching blue ribbons tied to braids in her hair. Her eyes were wide with surprise – as were my own, no doubt – and her mouth formed a perfect “O” as she let loose an audible gasp.

“You alive!” she exclaimed. “You alive!”

I blinked. Her question caused me to suspend my panic for at least a few seconds.

I'm ... alive ...? What the heck was she talking about?

The child looked at me with wonder. “Are … are you … a … a angel?” she asked. “A real live angel?”

I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t say anything. I mean it, I couldn’t have said a word if I tried, I was so scared. I didn’t even once think about Jennifer Wilson and her stupid friend Janie Johnson at this point. What I was facing was a very different -- and real -- surprise.

“Are … are you really a angel?” the little girl repeated with complete sincerity.

Why the heck did she keep asking if I was an angel? As if in answer I turned to look at the boy cupid statue. For an instant, just a fraction of second, he seemed to be laughing at me and my stupidity.

Oh.

With that out of the way I now had time to panic. If I’d really been an angel, or if I could have borrowed my stationary brother’s wings, I would have flown away. I didn’t have wings, of course, so I did the next best thing and I started to run and hide. The problem was the only way out was past my discoverer and I was way too scared for that. Not knowing what else to do, I dropped to my knees and crawled behind the statue where I clenched my eyes shut and prayed for a miracle.

“This isn’t really happening,” I whispered to myself. “This can’t be happening! Please don’t let this be happening!”

My actions must have startled the poor girl, for she stepped back and almost fell into the fish pond. I couldn’t blame her; I mean, I probably would have done a lot worse if I’d been surprised by a naked person in the bushes. The child blinked, turned her head toward the house and then pointed in my direction.

“Mama! I just seen a angel!” she cried out. “MAMA!!! Come quick … I JUST SEEN A ANGEL!!!”

Mama? I thought to myself. Who's she talking to? Her ... mom? Oh god, there’s more people?

I suddenly felt the need to go to the bathroom. Like really bad.

Please don’t let this be happening! Please don’t let this be happening! Please, god, please don’t let this be ….

That’s when I heard a second voice, another girl voice, calling from the house.

“Niecy, what you hollerin’ ‘bout? Get away from there! You know what Mama says about lookin’ at them nekkid statues! Get away from there!”

“Sister, come quick! I found a angel! I found a angel! A real live angel!”

I heard some muttering, followed by the sound of footsteps on stone. The next thing I knew I was faced with not one, but two girls blocking my escape. The newest arrival was about my age, maybe a bit younger. Her skin was even blacker than her sister’s, if that was possible. And like her sibling she was adorned in a bright blue dress; her hair was similarly decorated in braids and bows.

I barely noticed that both girls were also wearing crisp white aprons over their dresses, just like Alice in Wonderland in the movies. I would have found that curious if it wasn’t for the dire circumstances that I faced at the moment.

“See? He’s over there, with that big angel statue! I seen him! I seen a real live angel!”

Needless to say, the older girl shared her sibling’s surprise when she saw me. I tried to protect myself from her piercing stare, but there’s only so much skin you can cover with just two hands.

“Go away,” I begged. “Please, you’re not supposed to be here!”

“See, Tessie!” the little girl announced with pride. “I told you I found a real live angel!”

“Oh my god! What in the world?” the older girl yelled. “Niecy, that’s no angel! That’s a nekkid boy! It's a nekkid white boy!”

The smaller girl looked disappointed. “But it can’t be a boy. It’s too pretty. You sure this ain’t a angel?”

“Oh, it’s a boy, all right,” sneered the eldest. “Look down between his legs! His wiener’s sticking out! That ain’t no angel!”

“Well, it still might be a angel,” the little girl said with a pout. "See, it looks just like the other ones. Its wings just fell off, that's all."

The one called "Tessie" gave me a suspicious look. "What's your name, nekkid boy? What you doin' here anyway?"

“Please go away,” I whined. I tried covering my penis, but it kept bouncing up between my hands. “You … you’re not … supposed to be here ….”

Putting her hands on her hips, the elder sister laughed. “Uh-uh! We s'posed to be here all right. You the one who ain’t s’posed to be here, nekkid boy! You in big trouble and it starts right now!”

To be continued ….

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