The Summer That Changed Everything Parts 1 to 7

The Summer That Changed Everything! Parts 1 to 7

By Hooked6

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The Summer That Changed Everything! (reluctant exhibitionism, self-discovery.)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 1
(Author’s note: To Diene Freundin – a very special friend indeed.)
SYNOPSIS: There’s a mystery at Grandma Ruth’s farm and Anna finds herself right in the middle of it. Along the way she finds herself reluctantly exposed & embarrassed and learns a lot about herself while trying to solve the mystery.

“But MOM!” I protested. “You can’t be serious!”

“Of COURSE I’m serious dear. The change will do you good.”

“The whole summer?! Why can’t I stay here with you and enjoy the summer with my friends? It’s not like you are going anywhere. Why am I being punished?”

My mom just sighed and shook her head. “Oh Anna, stop being such a drama queen. You’re not being punished. I would have thought you would have jumped at the chance to spend some time on a farm. Besides, you haven’t seen your grandma in several years. She may not be around much longer. You’ll regret not spending more time with her after she’s gone.”
BUT mom . . . all alone on that isolated old farm with that old lady. Why, she doesn’t even have electricity. I won’t be able to use my smartphone or my computer! How will I update my Facebook page? This isn’t fair! Why can’t she come here and visit?”

My mom dropped the basket of laundry she was carrying, marched across the room and took a firm grip on my chin. “That’s enough, young lady. You may be only 16 but that’s not too old to get an old-fashioned spanking. Now you’re going to Grandma Ruth’s farm tomorrow and you’re going to like it. If I hear one more word out of you you’ll lose your precious smartphone, i-Pad AND your computer until you’re 18. Do I make myself clear young lady?”

There was no use in arguing any further. My mom had made the ultimate threat. There was no way I could jeopardize losing my electronic gadgets for two whole years! It wasn’t a bluff either. She would take away my things in a heartbeat as she was that strict. Once she had drawn the line on my behavior I knew better than to cross it. I would just have to make the best of it. But . . . the WHOLE SUMMER! UGH!!

The following morning my mom loaded my suitcase into the family car. She had packed my suitcase for me as she said I wouldn’t take the appropriate clothing for farm work and there was no way she was coming back out to bring me extra things. She said if it was left up to me I would only take useless junk that I couldn’t use anyway. After all, she was raised on that farm and I was too much of a spoiled city girl to look after my own best interests.

After spending almost the entire day driving we finally arrived at the farm. What a dump! The wooden house looked like it hadn’t seen a coat of paint in years. There were critters running all over the place and I had no idea what was holding the rickety old barn up. Even worse, the place smelled like animal poo and it was hot! REALLY hot! I just knew that without air conditioning I would just die! Mom was right. I was a spoiled city-girl and I liked it that way! How in the world did Grandma live out here all by herself?

As I looked around as mom talked with Grandma Ruth, all I could see was pasture and trees. Pasture grass and trees as far as the eye could see. There didn’t seem to be another house for miles. The nearest town was about 5 miles away and as we drove through it on the way over, it really wasn’t much of a town – only a gas station, a general store, a hardware store, and a tractor dealer. I guess shopping to pass the time would be out of the question.

My train of thought was interrupted as Grandma called out, “There’s my little Katie! Oh, isn’t she adorable?”

“Grandma, My name is Anna . . . not Katie.”

“Nonsense! I’d know my 7-year old granddaughter anywhere! Come here and give your Nana a big hug!”

“Grandma . . . I’m not Katie and I certainly am NOT just 7 years old. I’m 16 and in high school for Pete’s sakes! What’s the matter with you? Are you blind . . . “Just then, I spotted my mom giving me a stern look and I knew I was close to crossing the line. I relented and submitted to a rib-crushing hug that almost took my breath away! For an old lady she still had a lot of strength.

Mom and I spent about an hour sitting in the shade on her wrap-around porch filling Grandma in on all the goings-on since the last time we visited. The entire time Grandma Ruth kept referring to me as Katie and the tone of her voice reflected her belief that she was actually talking to a 7-year old.

When she finally went inside I pleaded, “Mom . . . she’s like all crazy and confused! You can’t leave me here with that demented old woman! She’s got that old timer’s disease or something. She needs to be in a home not living alone out here.”

“She may be a little confused at times, I’ll admit, but what senior citizen isn’t? She’s perfectly capable of taking care of herself and she manages her farm quite nicely. She may not live in a fancy house or have a lot of money but she still takes care of this place just fine and she’s well-liked by her neighbors in town. You aren’t in any danger and if you’re trying to get out of spending some quality time with my mother, just remember what I said.”

Soon afterwards mom got into her car and bid us both “goodbye” before driving off down the dusty, dirt road leaving the two of us alone. Grandma had me help her in the kitchen and seemed surprised that I could do as much as I could – being only 7-years old. After trying to correct her for like 3 hours I finally gave up and just let her think what she wanted. Besides that glaringly obvious incorrect impression of who I was and her understanding of my age, Grandma Ruth seemed like the jolly and pleasant person I remembered her to be. Her house wasn’t though. It was sorely in need of some serious cleaning. If I was going to stay here for 3 months I was at least going to see to it that it was tidy and dust-free. Besides, there wasn’t much else to do but clean and do chores as there was no TV or anything that even remotely resembled entertainment.

That night it was so hot, sweat was literally pouring off of me as I tried to sleep. The windows were open in my bedroom but there was no breeze and the air was still and humid. I slept in my T-shirt instead of my usual night attire and shoved the bed linen to the floor. That at least helped keep me cool.

The next few days, in order to have something to do, I learned to do the farm chores – feeding the livestock, cleaning out the barn. I even got around to tidying up Grandma’s house a bit. It was fun but ever so hard. Much to my regret all the clothes my mother had packed for me were thick and heavy – things like flannel shirts and denim jeans. I guess she figured they would protect me from getting hurt around the farm. That may have been true but in this heat I would die from heat stroke if I tried to wear those things! I found myself treasuring the few things that were of light material like the two T-shirts and the one pair of shorts that she did manage to pack. At the end of each day I was quite tired and that helped me sleep at night despite my discomfort over the lack of air conditioning.

Finally one morning Grandma could sense that I was exhausted. “Katie dear, why don’t you skip the chores for today and go down to the lake and cool off,” Grandma said with a smile. “It’s going to be a scorcher today. Besides, it’s not good for such a young person to work so hard.”

I wasn’t about to argue. She told me that there was a lake a pretty good ways up the dirt road but that I could walk to it without any trouble. I wasn’t sure I wanted to swim a creepy old lake as there was no telling what kind of slimy creatures or snakes might lurk in the murky water. Still, it would be nice to do a little exploring so I agreed and took off across the pasture and then through the woods looking for that dirt road she had told me about.

I walked along for what seemed like forever until I finally found it and began following it along. Suddenly I heard voices – teenagers! My spirits lifted immediately. At last, people my own age! I wondered if perhaps they lived close by and had access to a computer or perhaps some video games! I left the road and began following the sounds of their laughter and horseplay through the woods. A little voice kept telling me to be careful because after all I wasn’t sure sure who these people were so as I got closer I began to carefully crawl along staying out of sight. When the voices sounded as if they were really close by, I knelt beside a large bush and slowly peeked up my head over the branches.

My heart just about stopped! There before my very eyes were at least 5 teenage boys and they were completely NAKED as they horsed around running in and out of the water!!! I had NEVER, EVER in my entire life seen a real live teenage boy naked! I was shocked and fascinated. My heart began to pound and I felt that familiar sensation between my legs which I knew to be from sexual arousal – the same feeling I had when I fingered myself when I was alone in my bedroom but this time I wasn’t even touching myself!

Being careful not to make a sound lest I be discovered I kept watching, hoping that one or the other of the boys would once again leave the cover of the lake and run towards shore so I could see what I knew I wasn’t supposed to be seeing! Eventually one cute boy did just that as he ran out of the water to retrieve a ball that they had been playing with. At first he ran away from me and all I could see was his pale butt cheeks – and what cute butt it was too! As he picked up the ball and ran back towards the lake, his penis came clearly into view and I was fascinated. In fact over the next several moments that scene repeated itself several times with different boys and I got to see all of them!! I was amazed as each one of them was different. I never realized that boys’ packages came in so many different shapes and sizes! My heart was still racing as I took it all in. As much as I wanted to get closer or perhaps even join them, I dared not move a muscle as I was afraid of what might happen to me if they discovered that they were being watched by a girl. This was waaaaaay better than TV and the last thing I wanted to do was ruin it! No, I was content just to watch. Okay, if you want to the truth, I was too chicken to move. I was frozen with fear and emotion. I don’t think I could have moved even if I wanted to – a thought that made my heart pound all the harder as I wondered what I would do if they did actually see me and came in my direction! I don’t think I could have run away if I tried.

All too soon the boys had had enough and they all got out of the water, dressed and then headed around the shore to the opposite side of the lake and disappeared into the woods. I stayed put for some time after I could no longer hear their voices just in case they came back. They didn’t and eventually I found the nerve to get up and make my way back to the dirt road that led to Grandma’s house. All I could think about on my way home was what I had seen! I tingled all over – especially “down there!”

I took care of “business” as I took my bath later that evening. It was still so very warm that I only put on my T-shirt and panties as I sat in the front room talking with Granny. I was afraid she would object or say something to embarrass me but I guess she must have thought it was perfectly natural for a “7-year old” to dress that way at night since that’s what she thought I was – a 7-year old. One thing was for sure, however, and that was that I could NEVER get away with dressing like this at home! I felt so naughty and excited! It was as if I was getting away with something.

My mind was so worked up over what I had seen that day that I could hardly get to sleep. When I did finally wake up the next morning I was still aroused. I decided to go down to breakfast dressed just as I was – T-shirt, no bra and pink panties. I wanted to prolong that feeling for just a little longer before having to get dressed. To my surprise, Granny asked me to go out to the chicken coop and see if there were any eggs as she needed a few more for the omelets she wanted to make. Before I knew what I was doing I found myself outside in basically my underwear!! It was awesome. It was naughty yet it felt so liberating and natural somehow. Yes, there were eggs and I gathered them up and put them in the bottom of my rolled up T-shirt so they wouldn’t break. What a rush!! Now my panties were completely exposed and I was outside! Why anyone could see me if they were out there somewhere and I knew from yesterday that, even though we were out in the boonies, teenage boys weren’t that far off!! I lingered around the chicken coop and barn for as long as I dared taking in all the strange sensations I was feeling and then returned to the house!

“Did you find any eggs, Katie?”

“Yes, ma’am, I did. There were 5 in the nesting boxes. I took them all.” As I held out my shirt to hand Granny the eggs she looked at me with a grin for a moment as if she knew what I was up to but then she returned to making breakfast and nothing more was said.

As we sat around the breakfast table talking about things I realized that this was the first time in several days that I was actually happy and enjoying myself. Granny repeated herself a few times as we talked, almost as if she forgot that she had already told me that news before, but otherwise I enjoyed our meal and our morning chat for once. When breakfast was finished I began clearing the table.

”Katie,” Granny said as she emerged with a laundry basket. “I’m going to wash a few things this morning in the wash tub outside, I’ve got your other T-shirt and if you give me that one I’ll wash it too. Your stuff is pretty filthy. Just because you’re living on a farm doesn’t mean you have to look like you do all the time, you know.”

Thanks Granny, but this is the only other cotton shirt I have. All the rest of my things are too heavy to wear in this heat. I’ll just keep it on for a while longer.”

“Nonsense,” she said as she grabbed the tail of my shirt and began lifting over my head.

“Granny! I’m not wearing anything under my shirt! I don’t have a bra on!”

“Piffle! 7-year olds don’t need a bra anyway. Now give me that shirt and stop all the whining.” With that, my shirt disappeared into her laundry basket and Granny left to go outside leaving me standing at the kitchen sink topless and wearing only my pink panties. I stood there covering myself with my arms for several moments not quite knowing what I should do. I realized that despite the heat I should change into something else. After pondering things for a few moments I decided that I should at least finish clearing up and do the dishes.

Looking out the window as I filled the sink with cold water I saw granny at the old well lifting the handle of the metal pitcher pump to fill a large washtub. Such back-breaking working I thought. Granny should really see about getting electricity out here so she could use an electric washing machine instead of doing laundry by hand the old-fashioned way. I guess the main reason, like most households in the city that want things they don’t have, money was always the chief consideration. At her age I suspected she didn’t have much. I worked away cleaning the kitchen and soon forgot about my embarrassment at being topless. Oh I was aware of my state of undress but I wasn’t afraid anymore. In fact, I felt a bit aroused by the whole thing.

Once the kitchen was clean I decided to stay inside – I wasn’t that brave to go out half-naked like I was – and decided to clean the rest of the house until my clothes were dry. There certainly was enough work to keep me busy for a while and that heat from the sun would certainly dry my things in no time – or so I thought.

Time passed and I made a lot of progress dusting and picking up. What a mess her place was. I kept imagining what I must have looked like as I bent over to clean things and pondering what my mom would say if she saw me like this. She’d kill me - that’s what she’d do. No doubt about that at all!

I was in the back bedroom cleaning when Granny called, “Katie . . . can you come here a minute?”

“Be right there Granny,” I said as I finished making my bed.

As I came down the short hall and rounded the corner into the front room there stood two women – one looked to be in her early thirties and the other just a little older. “GRANNY!!!” I exclaimed trying to cover myself. I couldn’t believe she did that to me – letting me walk out there topless in front of complete strangers!!

Granny took hold of my arm and pulled me closer. “Ladies, this is my granddaughter, Katie. She will be staying with me for the entire summer. Isn’t she just the cutest thing?”

The two girls just grimed a knowing smile in my direction as they both looked me over. I was so embarrassed! I couldn’t run and I was mortified to be seen like this. No one had seen me naked since I was a little girl – oh wait – Granny thought I WAS a little girl. This was all too confusing!

The younger lady extended to her hand to shake mine. “Pleased to me you Katie. I’ve heard so much about you.”

There was nothing I could do. I HAD to shake her hand. Since Granny still had a hold of my left arm I had to uncover myself to return her handshake allowing both women to get a good view of my boobs. “Um, my name is actually Anna,” I said meekly trying to correct the misimpression my Grandmother had given them.

“But she likes to called Katie, isn’t that right dear?” Granny added in a hurry.

“Yes, ma’am,” I reluctantly replied seeing there was no way I was going to win. What have I gotten myself into, I wondered?

The Summer That Changed Everything! (reluctant exhibitionism, self-discovery.)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)

Chapter 2

The young woman smiled as she took my hand. “Pleased to me you, Katie. I’m Trisha Hoffman. I’ve known your Grandmother for years. It’s so nice that she has such a wonderful girl to keep her company for the summer.”

As the young woman was talking, I noticed her eyes kept darting over my body as if she was devouring the sight before her. It made me feel very self-conscious and creepy. She kept hold of my hand as she prattled on about my Grandmother and how she often dropped by to check on her.

“Yes, I’m sure you’ll have a wonderful time,” the other woman spoke up and extended her hand in greeting. “I’m Trisha’s neighbor Madeleine, but people call me Miss Maddie. I own one of the little stores in town. You MUST come by sometime for a visit and meet the family. My Danny would love the company - always looking to meet new friends you know.

Granny let go of my arm as she gestured for me to sit on the sofa. The three women sat down and talked about trivial things making polite conversation. As usual, Granny often repeated herself in conversation but the guests seemed to pay it no mind. All I wanted to do was find a reason to leave so I could get out of the gaze of these people. But every time I tried to excuse myself and stood up to leave, Granny pulled me back down on the sofa and the women continued to talk. I must have been sitting among them half-naked like I was for at least a half an hour. During that time I would catch one or the other of our guests staring at me. When they discovered I had noticed them looking at my body, they would politely smile that knowing little grin as if we were sharing some sort of personal secret and then they’d look away.

At first, I thought it was just because they were enjoying the awkward situation and my body, but the more it happened the more I began to wonder if there was something else going on. I began to wonder if there really was some sort of secret about Granny or maybe something about this town that I didn’t know. The whole thing was creeping me out. Still, there was no denying my body’s response. My skin was electrified and was tingling all over just sitting there as I was wearing just my panties. Teenagers my age just didn’t DO these things. At least that’s how I had been raised. I felt naughty. The worst part was that, deep down however, I sort of liked it. I knew it was wrong but somehow it was thrilling nonetheless. It’s hard to explain.

As Ms. Hoffman was talking to Granny, Miss Maddie asked me if I liked horses. She informed me that my Grandmother had the gentlest horse she had ever seen and that I should take him for a ride sometime. When I explained I didn’t know much about horses, she rose to her feet, grabbed my hand and said, “Come on, Katie, I’ll show you everything you need to know.” She then turned to my Granny and Trisha, Ms. Hoffman that is, and added, “Ruth, we’ll be outside with Old Smokey. We’ll be back in a little bit.”

To my surprise I found myself being escorted outside once again only this time in just my pink panties!! No T-shirt this time to hide behind! I nervously looked around to see if anyone else was about as Maddie led me to the small paddock where a pretty red and white horse was standing there swatting flies with his tail. “Katie, meet Old Smokey.”

“He’s beautiful!. He looks rather, um, rather dangerous though if you ask me,” I replied a bit apprehensively. I was standing there leaning against the wooden fence rail very much aware of how the light breeze was tickling my sensitive and completely unprotected nipples. As I looked down they were quite pointy – sticking out as if to draw attention to my breasts. I was afraid Maddie would notice and give me one of those silly grins of hers. I blushed at the thought of her noticing. As she talked on about the horse, I was still paying more attention to my surroundings than I was to that silly animal. I was SURE that at any minute some of those teenage boys I saw at the lake were going to come by and see me topless! After all, I never did hear those women come calling and was shocked to find them standing in Granny’s house! I just KNEW that one or more of those boys were about even though I couldn’t hear anything ominous and I would suddenly find them looking at me!! If that happened I would just die!! There was no place I could hide if one of them did appear as I was quite far away from the house and the barn. This paddock was much farther away from Granny’s porch than the chicken coop. This was not a good place to be when you’re only wearing panties!

Maddie tapped me on my shoulder to get my attention. “He’s called Old Smokey because your Grandmother has had him for a very long time and he’s as gentle as a newborn lamb. When he was just a colt she named him Smokey because that morning was very foggy. She raised him and trained him very well. In his day, he won many ribbons at the county fair and all the kids around here just loved him to death. He’s really great with kids. You’ve nothing to fear from this old fellow. Now that he’s getting on in years everyone just calls him Old Smokey. It suits him, don’t you think?”

“I guess so. But I could never ride something that big. I’ve never ridden a horse in all my life. Why, I don’t even know where the brakes are!”

Maddie just laughed and grabbed a blanket and a saddle from the barn and proceeded to show me how to saddle him properly. When she had finished she asked me if I thought I could do that on my own. I lied, and when I said I thought I could, she took everything off the horse and made me show her that I really could do it on my own. After a few tries I got the hang of it

She kept pestering me to climb up on the saddle. I thought of a hundred excuses why I couldn’t but she was persistent and eventually I gave in. I knew once I was on top of that thing I would be even more vulnerable and exposed than standing on the ground where I could use the horse for cover if I had to.

“Don’t you DARE let go of him,” I yelled in a panic.

“You’ve nothing to fear. Old Smokey has only one speed – a slow walk. I don’t think he could run if he had to, sweetie.” She then opened the gate and led him around as I sat there as though I was just along for the ride. It was fun. Just between you and me all that rocking back and forth with the saddle rubbing my sweet spot made me very aroused and exited – way more than I already had been! Soon she gave me the reins and told me what to do and encouraged me to walk him about on my own.

Nervously I finally got him to go and before long I was having the time of my life. I had never ridden a horse before and this was fun – fun in more ways than I wanted Maddie to know about, anyway! I was quite wet and I found myself deliberately rocking my hips way more than I needed to as Smokey walked along just to heighten the sensation between my legs! I was afraid I was going to really embarrass myself if I kept on riding as I could feel that familiar pressure building “down there” and I knew that I was about to climax if I didn’t quit soon. I couldn’t believe I was sitting there outside so high up in the saddle where anyone could see me and of course exposing my boobs to this total stranger while secretly trying to pleasure myself. What a hell of a ride!!

I finally stopped Smokey before I got too carried away. The horse stood there for a moment and then suddenly lowered his head to the ground to resume eating grass, pulling the reins right out of my hand! They ended up on the ground and I couldn’t reach the reins to get him to go again no matter how far leaned forward in the saddle. I was stuck. Just then I heard a loud bang like a car door slamming shut. I squealed and hurriedly brought both arms up to cover my chest and tried to slouch down low making myself into a little ball as I nervously looked this way and that trying to see what was going on behind me! My heart was literally pounding in my chest! “Oh Gawd . . . they’re here!” I thought to myself. I just KNEW those boys were here!

Maddie just stood there behind me about ten yards away just laughing at me. “What’s the matter, sweetie? Don’t tell me you’re shy?” I was about to snap back angrily at her when I noticed my Granny and Trisha standing at the car.

“We;ve got to go Maddie,” Ms. Hoffman yelled across the pasture from the driver’s side window.

I was never so relieved in all my life! It was only Granny. Maddie turned to walk away saying as she did so, “So long, kiddo. Have fun with Old Smokey. You’ll be fine.”

It wasn’t until I saw the car drive away that I realized that I was still curled up into a ball on the saddle and probably looked pretty silly sitting that way. I also didn’t have the reins to hold onto so Old Smokey kept picking at the grass, taking a few steps and picking at the grass again. I couldn’t stop him from walking and I didn’t dare climb off of him while he was moving. Worse than that, however, he was slowly walking away from the farmhouse talking me with him!

“Come on old boy. Let’s go back to the house . . .” I said trying to cajole him into somehow turning around. “Come on, boy, we’ve got to get back.” Still the horse walked on, stopping here and there to munch a little on some tender grass before taking a few steps again. I guess when you’re a horse stuck in a small paddock and you suddenly find yourself free in the middle of a huge pasture full green grass it’s only natural to explore.

“Come on old boy. Turn around. Be a good horsey and take me back. You can do it boy.” Smokey just kept walking on doing what came naturally. This horse was really getting on my nerves. He was totally ignoring me. “What’s wrong with you, you stupid beast. Don’t you understand English? Let’s go back now.”

I tried once again to reach the reins but it was no use. I turned around in the saddle to yell for Granny to help me but she had already had gone back inside. I resorted to bribery. In my sweetest and most sugary voice I said, “Let’s go back fella; I’ve got a big juicy carrot with your name on it back at the house. If you want it, it’s all yours but you have to go back to the house to get it. Come on boy. Turn around.”

I was beginning to get really nervous as I was now over 200 yards from Granny’s house in a wide open pasture and I was practically naked! “Come on you ornery critter, TURN YOUR FAT ASS AROUND NOW!”

Just then I heard a whistle. Someone was whistling almost like they were calling a dog or something. Old Smokey perked his head up and looked around. At first, I was sure it was just Granny calling her horse back. I felt relieved figuring that she must have noticed I wasn’t around and spotted the horse leading me away. Then I heard the whistle again and it definitely wasn’t coming from the direction of Granny’s place. It was up ahead!! It sounded as though it was coming from the woods another 200 yards in front of me from where I was.

I had to get out of there! I kicked Old Smokey with my feet and rocked in the saddle trying to get him to turn the other way. That was REALLY a stupid thing to do. I guess Smokey figured I wanted him to walk on and stop eating grass so that’s exactly what he did – he walked, and walked and walked. He didn’t stop to eat, he just walked He was taking me right towards the woods carrying me ever closer to whoever it was out there and there was no way to turn him!

“NO YOU STUPID HORSE! GO THE OTHER WAY,” I yelled.

I heard the whistle again and again. I covered myself as best I could but I still was afraid I was going to fall off so I had to use one hand on the saddle horn to keep my balance while trying to cover myself with the other and I wasn’t doing a very good job of it either. The whistle was growing louder and more melodic as though whoever it was out there was making fun of me. They had to have seen me otherwise why would they be calling my horse other than to get a better look at me? I thought about just jumping off but I wasn’t used to riding a horse and I was afraid I’d break a bone or something trying to get out of the saddle while he was moving so I held on for dear life!

The woods were just a few yards away now. Any moment I would surely be face to face with some boy I didn’t know looking at my boobs! HOLY CRAP!! My heart was fluttering now – no longer beating its regular rhythm. I felt lightheaded and clammy.

The horse entered the woods and stopped suddenly. I looked around in a panic but could see no one. “Alright, whoever you are. You’ve had your fun now LEAVE ME ALONE!” There was silence.

I anxiously continued looking around but still saw no one. “LOOK. THIS ISN”T FUNNY,” I yelled forcefully. Then I heard the whistle again and snapped my head towards the direction it came from. I started laughing. I couldn’t help myself. There, on a branch of a tree was the biggest woodpecker I had ever seen. He whistled again and I laughed some more. There was no one out here! It was just that stupid bird!

I let out a huge sigh of relief, carefully climbed off the horse as Smokey just stood there, grabbed the reins off the ground and led him out of the woods and back towards Granny’s place.

Upon reaching the house I heard Granny call out the window, “Have a nice ride, dear?”

“Yes ma’am,” I replied trying to sound confident. “It certainly was thrilling to say the least!”

The Summer That Changed Everything! (reluctant exhibitionism, self-discovery, F/f.)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 3

That night as I lay in bed all I could think about was the events of the day. It wasn’t long before my hand was exploring my crotch. I couldn’t believe I had been topless for most of the day – OUTSIDE no less and in front of complete strangers!! I didn’t know quite what to make of it. It was so overwhelming I could scarcely take it all in.

What if that horse carried me on and on like that. There’s no telling where I would have ended up. What if those boys had been in those woods and saw me!! Just then my breathing quickened, my body tensed and I had the first of many Big O’s that night. It was the most intense orgasm I had EVER experienced! Even after my climax was over I was still aroused and hungry for more. I found myself imagining being caught like that. I thought of the panic and terror that very idea filled my mind with. I just couldn’t sleep. It had been the most exciting day of my life!! I didn’t want it to end. I finally fell asleep with my hand still between my legs.

The following morning I was awakened by the sound of Granny calling, “Katie! Are you going to sleep all day? It’s 7 o’clock. Breakfast is ready.” It took me a while to realize that she was calling me as I am used to my real name, Anna, not this Katie person’s name. My Gosh, I thought, farm people sure do get up early!

“Be right there,” I replied. It was then I noticed that my hand was STILL between my legs, right where it hand been the night before. All I could do was smile. I washed up a bit and got dressed in my T-shirt and shorts and ambled into the kitchen.

I couldn’t eat much in the way of breakfast as my stomach still had butterflies. It’s hard to describe but I was “on edge” the whole morning. I visited with Granny and listened to her tell me the same stories she had told me before and pretended to laugh at them as if it was the first time I had heard them and then did my chores. I ended up on the porch in early afternoon just staring at the landscape, daydreaming about the previous day. I just couldn’t get my mind off what had happened.

As I sat there I became increasingly aware of the weather. It was hot, extremely hot and humid. The air was sticky and there was only a slight breeze which helped but not a lot. There were scattered clouds here and there, but it didn’t look like rain. I thought about going inside but then I would lose even that poor excuse for a breeze. I was hot, miserable and bored.

I then spotted Old Smokey who was back in his paddock. Terribly naughty thoughts began running around in my mind. I wondered what it would be like to go riding with him like Lady Godiva. Imagine me, completely naked riding around the farm! I couldn’t do such a thing . . . could I? I was wet at the very thought of it. Part of me wanted to do just that, but the rational part of me said there was no fucking way! What if something went wrong? Then again what fun it would be! I didn’t have to think about it long as Granny called me and said she had some things she needed my help with – like washing the bed linen by hand! YUK! That of course took me the rest of the day - so much for day dreaming. I never knew there was so much work to be done on a farm.

That night I imagined me riding on Old Smokey all over the farm without a stitch of clothing. It’s amazing how brave one becomes when one’s actions are only fantasy. I even gave myself another Big “O” imagining that I hid my clothes somewhere rather than carrying them with me in case of an emergency. That did it. I had made up my mind I was going to do it! Well, at least maybe for a little ride somewhere away from where Granny could see me anyway and yet close enough to the farm that I would be safe.

My heart rate was much faster than usual the following morning. I was trying to figure out a way of asking Granny if I could ride Old Smokey by myself without her asking too many questions or arousing her suspicions. Every time I worked up the nerve to ask, I chickened out.

“What’s the matter, sweetie? You look like something’s on your mind?”

“Well, I was wondering . . . um . . . I guess I was wondering what the rest of the farm looks like. I mean I’ve been here several days now and haven’t really seen much of it. Mom said it’s really a big place.”

“That it is, Katie, it’s almost 1,000 acres. It’s been in our family for generations.”

“Well I was wondering, that is if you don’t need me today if I could . . .”

“That’s a great Idea! I’ll go with you and show you around.” My heart sank. That’s all I needed. So much for my little adventure I thought. Then Granny said, “No, I can’t do that today. What was I thinking?! I’ve got to . . . oh, what in the heck was that I had to do . . . let me think. I was just saying to myself I had to do . . . Oh for heaven’s sakes. I’ll think of it sooner or later. Why don’t you just go yourself? Or, better yet, Take Old Smokey. You can cover a lot more ground that way. You don’t mind if I stay at home and do whatever it is I have to get done, do you? It’s hell to get old!”

I couldn’t believe my luck! :”No Granny, I don’t mind at all!” I said excitedly. “I’ll take good care of Old Smokey too. Thanks Grandma. Thanks a lot!”

I somehow managed to catch and saddle that old horse. My pulse was ecstatic and my body was tingling with excitement. But, could I actually go through with it? I really, honestly wasn’t at all sure that I could, but just the THOUGHT of maybe being out there and having the opportunity was enough to get me aroused! I had to at least try! But trust me, I was a realist. There was no way I was taking any chances. I could DREAM I was Lady Godiva all I wanted, but, in reality I was all “thought” and very little “courage.”

Eventually I got underway. Old Smokey took his time and like Maddie had said, he just plodded along at a very slow pace which was perfectly okay with me. The longer I rode the hornier I got. Along the way I had to admit Granny’s place was beautiful. Such variety of scenery and so isolated. After riding along for about a half an hour and not seeing or hearing a soul, I finally got brave enough to take off my T-shirt. I draped it on my lap. The feeling of the cool morning air on my bra-covered chest was stimulating. I was very nervous at first but then I couldn’t stand it anymore and took off my bra and it joined my T-shirt in my lap. That same feeling I had the other day riding topless came flooding back to me! I rode like this for some time being careful to make sure I wasn’t being observed.

I wanted to take off my shorts but I wasn’t sure I could do it. I debated with myself mentally. It was so easy to tempt myself but actually DOING it was another matter. I really wanted to go all the way and just experience riding completely naked like Lady Godiva – even if it was only for a minute or two. I knew I was going to chicken out if I waited much longer. So . . . I pulled back on the reins and got off the horse and in one quick motion I took off my shorts and my panties. It was unbelievable! I actually DID IT!! I was so proud of myself! I got back up on the horse and rode on more aroused than I ever thought I could be. I was actually completely nude in public far away from home. Me, Anna, the shy city girl who had several times been called a “goody-two-shoes” at school; me the conservative – always did-what-I-was told girl actually riding a horse naked! It felt AWESOME! But . . . somehow, I wanted more.

What I REALLY wanted was to make my fantasy of the other night, come true- the one that caused the most exquisite throbbing, deep vaginal orgasm that I ever had, come true. I wanted to lose my safety net. I was riding along in one of Granny’s many pastures and saw another line of trees that I took for more forest. I quickly decided before I could change my mind that I would find a place to hide my clothes and then ride off and leave them. I had to see what it felt like to be totally and completely vulnerable! I knew what I was going to do was crazy but I just had to do it or I would regret it for the rest of my life. If I backed out now I didn’t think I would ever have the courage to try it again. Heck, I might never have the opportunity to try again for all I knew. At least that’s what I told myself to keep from chickening out.

I reached the tree line and stopped at a large rock. I tossed my clothes onto the top of the rock and turned Old Smokey around. Riding off away from my clothes was the hardest thing I had ever done. It was also the most exciting thing I had ever done. I felt FREE and liberated . . . and horny and aroused and wild and crazy!! It was like I was a different person. I kept going and the farther away from my clothes I rode, the more intense the feelings I was experiencing!! It was like a high I had never before felt.

I rode for some time in and out of the forest and wandered through several pastures. I pulled back on the reins after entering another line of trees and stopped the horse. I was so wrapped up in my own feelings it wasn’t long before I started fingering myself right there in the saddle. I was about to lose control when my heart almost stopped.

“Hello!” a voice called out.

I froze!! I was too overcome with fear to even move a muscle or to think clearly for that matter. I just sat there.

“Nice day for a ride”

I looked to my right and there standing on the ground was a girl about my age. I just stared at her without saying a word. What could I say? She had just caught me playing with myself sitting on top of a horse totally naked! I was so totally and utterly humiliated.

“I don’t think I know you. Are you new around here?”

I just looked at her for a few moments before realizing that my hand was still between my legs. I quickly yanked it out and put it behind my back as my fingers were still very wet.

The girl gave me a wry smile. “Don’t be shy. It’s okay. I often do that myself” she said giggling, “though not on a horse. I hope you got yourself off before I interrupted you. My name’s Danielle but most people call me Danny. What’s your name?”

“Um . . . my name is Anna.” I said, barely able to get the words out. I suddenly remembered that Maddie had said she had a girl named Danny so I felt a little better about things – but not much! Her comment about seeing me fingering myself was so humiliating. Danny was cute - REALLY cute. It may have been just my hormones talking but on a scale of 1 to 10 she’d be a 12! Having her see me naked while she was clothed only added to my embarrassment. It reinforced how vulnerable I was.

“Oh, you’re Katie, Ruth’s relative. I heard you were staying for the summer.”

“Um . . . that’s right - for the summer. Why did you just call me Katie instead of Anna?“

The girl ignored my question and giggled as she looked me over. I wanted to push the issue and find out why everyone wanted to address me as Katie but she interrupted my train of thought by asking, “Do you always ride around naked on horseback?”

“No.” I said almost in a whisper. I felt my face grow flushed and I was sure I was beat red.

“You know, if you don’t put on some sunscreen your body is going to match your face pretty soon.” Did you bring any with you?”

“No, not really.”

“Well, climb on down. I have some here and I’ll take care of you.”

She held out her hand and I decided to dismount. She greeted me by patting me on my back and told me how pretty she thought I was, which made me blush all the more and then squirted some lotion in her hand and asked me to turn around. I complied and suddenly felt her hand applying the lotion to my back and shoulders. When she continued on down towards my butt I gasped! She was actually rubbing my rear end! She was touching me in a private place. I should have been repulsed at such intimate contact but as worked up as I was, it felt kind of nice so I let her continue massaging the lotion into my butt cheeks. When she was through with my back and legs she turned me around and before I could react she began rubbing lotion on my right breast!!! It felt good but I immediately blushed profusely and pulled away. “I think I can do this part myself.”

She made a playful “mock frown”, and unexpectedly gave my boob a tender kiss. “Mom was right. You are the cutest little thing!” She then watched with great interest studying my every move as I finished what she had started.

“I’ve got some cold drinks up ahead if you want to join me. It’s awfully hot out here today.”

I didn’t really want to hang around talking to this girl while I was naked but her offer sure sounded good. “Thanks. That would be nice.”

She led me over to a blanket and pulled out a Coke from a small cooler. “I often come here to write in my journal. It’s peaceful here and my brother doesn’t know about this place. Boys can be such a pain sometimes.”

We talked for quite some time and I found out that she was a really nice person. We talked about boys and she asked a ton of questions about what it was like to live in the city where I was from. I really was beginning to like her – a lot! I was still very wet and having her watch me – or should I say “devour me” with her eyes only made things worse. I could tell she was interested in me and that should have made me feel creepy but for some inexplicable reason it didn’t. It made me feel . . . well . . . sexy somehow. Eventually I realized that it was getting late and told her I had to get back before my Granny worried that something had happened to me.

I stood up and bid her goodbye as she gave me the most flirtatious smile and then walked off into the woods. I watched her leave and then turned around and discovered to my horror that Old Smokey was gone! He was GONE!! I was naked, far from my clothes and he was nowhere to be seen! That stupid beast must have walked on by himself. Gawd, I was in so much trouble.

The Summer That Changed Everything! (reluctant exhibitionism, self-discovery.)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 4

My first thought was that Old Smokey couldn’t have gone far. He was most likely just picking at the grass somewhere close by. I was sure I could find him. “Here, Smokey old boy. Here Horsey,” I called out as I emerged from the woods and scoured the pasture for any signs of where he might have went.

I ventured out into the middle of the open field and looked around. ‘COME ON, BOY! Let’s go home!” I yelled sweetly. I saw and heard nothing. I went to the other side of the pasture and still there was no sign of where he might have gotten to. I couldn’t remember if I had tied him up or not when I got off of him after being discovered by Danny. I guess my mind was on other things at the time like getting my “hand caught in the cookie jar” as it were. I had no one to blame for my carelessness than myself. How stupid could I be?

I then thought that perhaps Smokey was still in the woods somewhere back where Danny and I had our little picnic and I just missed him. I decided to go back and check. Surely he would be there and everything would be okay again. Upon reaching the woods and searching around for quite some distance in several directions, I failed to find even a trace of him – no horse poop on the ground, no broken branches – nothing!

I began to get a little worried. I ran this way and that calling out for that stupid horse. I ventured into several more pastures and several stands of tall trees looking for him but to no avail. I expanded my search ever farther hoping that I would spot him. I wasn’t sure how long I had spent visiting with Danny but surely it wasn’t THAT long, was it? I couldn’t remember. I kept telling myself that Old Smokey would be just around the next bend, or in the next pasture or maybe in the next field. I changed directions about a dozen times and still there was no sign that idiot beast! Of course I was very acutely aware that all the while I was doing this I had no clothes on – NOTHING to cover myself with. Though that circumstance was very arousing earlier – now that I was without my horse far, far from home it was very scary!

I decided to quit searching for him and go and retrieve my clothes before someone else spotted me. I knew I would feel better if I wasn’t naked. I headed off towards a line of trees to get to the rock where I had left my stuff. Reaching the trees, I didn’t see the rock. “WHERE IS THE FUCKING ROCK?!” I screamed in exasperation. It’s supposed to be right here!” I said pointing to a spot on the ground where I was sure it was located. “Who could have taken such a HUGE rock?! This doesn’t make sense!” Perhaps I had just made a mistake.

Adrenalin began pumping through my veins and I ran to the next section of woods – but there was no rock! I ran to another, then another – still no rock! OMG I forgot where the rock was! Hell I didn’t even know where I was, let alone where that stupid rock was supposed to be. I began to panic! “Where AM I?” I mumbled to myself. “I’ve got to figure out how to get home!!”

The full weight of the situation began to hit me. I was lost in a place I was not familiar with, totally naked and very scared and the possibility of being discovered was growing higher and higher. I HAD to do something! “Think, girl . . .THINK!! “

I looked about trying to get my bearings. “The woods across from that far field look familiar,” I said to myself. I studied my surroundings some more. “Yes, I think THAT is where my clothes are. I’m SURE of it.” So off I went jogging across the open field, my boobs bouncing freely and my hair flying in the wind. I must have looked a sight!

I got to the trees and surveyed the area and to my disappointment there was no rock, no clothes not even Smokey’s poop to guide me. I was about to break down and cry when I spotted something out of the corner of my eye – a dirt road!

“YEEHAAAW!!” I screamed at the top of my lungs! I saw a dirt road! I recalled that when I was looking for that lake the other day I followed a dirt road. Perhaps this was that same road! I wasn’t sure but it was the first positive sign I had so far that I might be closer to home than I thought.

I was taking a chance walking naked along such a road but I was sure that I could hear or at least spot a car coming long before the people in the car could see me. I could always jump into the woods if I did see someone coming. So off I went. I walked along for maybe 30 minutes along that dusty road and saw nothing that seemed familiar.

My mind was in overdrive worrying about all sorts of things. It’s funny how your mind plays tricks on you when you are anxious and scared. Several times I thought I saw a car approaching in the distance and ran for cover only to realize that it was just waves of heat rising from the ground blurring things at a distance.

Then I froze. I thought I heard laughter. I ran for cover and listened carefully. There was no mistaking it. I was hearing laughter. Perhaps I was near the lake. If I was, I should be pretty close to home! I felt a wave of relief for a moment then I worried that maybe it wasn’t the lake at all and I was near somewhere strange like someone else’s farm house or something. I had to check it out to be sure.

I slowly crept through the woods trying to make sure I was hidden by the brush or trees as I made my way. I still couldn’t see much from where I was but the voices were growing louder so I knew I must be going in the right direction. Just one little peak, I thought, and I’ll know if it was the lake or somewhere else. I just had to get close enough to see. I saw a large hedgerow ahead of me and I decided just to dart over to it, crouch down and then peak my head up to see what was ahead. I stood up and started to trot toward my objective.

“HEY!” someone shouted “THERE’S A NAKED GIRL OVER THERE!” Holy Crap, I had been spotted!!! I bolted and ran as fast as I could to the 3-foot tall hedgerow and ducked down beside it.

“NO WAY,” a boy’s voice said. “You’re seeing things.”

“I’m telling you there WAS A NAKED GIRL OUT THERE.” The first boy insisted.

I carefully peaked over the bush I was hiding behind to see what I was up against and I saw 5 teenage boys – ALL NAKED standing up in the water looking in my general direction. One boy was even erect –his penis sticking straight up in the air in front of him! Under other circumstances I would have been thrilled to see that, but not now! Fear ran up my spine! Some boy saw me naked!! Now they ALL will see me naked. My only hope was to keep hidden and hope they wouldn’t see me. There’s no telling what 5 naked teenage boys would do if they caught a naked teenage girl all alone in the woods. I could literally feel my pulse bounding up my neck and my breathing was as fast as if I had just run a 4-minute mile.

“Are you sure?” another boy said. “I don’t see anything.”

“She was over there,” the troublemaker said pointing his finger toward my hedgerow.

“If you’re so sure, why don’t you go over there and see.”

“I’m not going over there. Maybe I was mistaken.”

“What’s the matter, you chicken? Frank is a chicken, Frank is a chicken.” Soon all the other boys started chanting. I felt bad for the boy but I was glad because I was hoping their teasing would make the boy forget about looking for me.

“I am NOT a chicken. I’ll show you. I really DID see something out there.”

“Yeah . . . prove it.”

“Okay, I will. I’ll show you!”

The other boys were all laughing and carrying on as the boy I called the troublemaker began walking towards me. I wanted to run but I was sure if I did that they would all run after me – literally chase me down like some animal and tackle me and do . . . well I didn’t want to think about that.

As the boy got closer I don’t know what got into me, but I suddenly found myself standing up over the waist high shrub exposing my boobs for all to see and pointing my finger right at the boys. “DON’T YOU DARE COME ANY CLOSER! I’M WARNING YOU . . . I SEE YOU GUYS!”

Then, to my utter and complete surprise, all 5 boys screamed, covered the privates and began scurrying about as fast as they could. It looked like a Chinese fire drill as they ran about in a panic trying to pick up their clothes.

“IT IS A GIRL!. LET’S GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!!”

The boys then ran to the opposite side of the lake like they had a few days earlier and disappeared into the woods waving their clothes trying to keep themselves covered. It was the funniest thing I had ever seen. Here I was worried that these boys would totally take advantage of me once they saw that there really was a naked girl watching them, when all the time they were so worried about protecting their modesty because a GIRL had seen their penises. I’ll never figure boys out. It was almost as if they were ashamed that I was looking at what they had between their legs! What a hoot!

Well, at least I found the lake. Now all I had to do was follow that dirt road back to Granny’s and I’d be home free!

Buoyed by my new-found confidence after watching the boys scatter, I returned to the dirt road and began following it. I walked and walked. I wasn’t really paying much attention to the scenery as I was just ever so glad that this ordeal was almost over! Soon I’d be back at Granny’s and all would be fine. Well . . . I still had to explain about Old Smokey but at least I’d be safe again.

After walking another half an hour I began to get a little concerned. I should have been at Granny’s by now, I thought. I didn’t remember walking this long to get to the lake the other day. I tried convincing myself that her place was just up ahead around a few turns, maybe past a few more trees. But when I finally completed those turns and passed those trees there was only more dirt road. I began to think that maybe I went the wrong way or maybe there was another dirt road that led to Granny’s and that I only stumbled upon the lake by accident. Hell, maybe there was even another lake for all I knew!

Then I saw a large sweeping curve - a bend in the road that looked familiar. “NOW I know where I am. Granny’s place is just around that bend,” I mumbled confidently to myself. I picked up my pace and began skipping along hoping to reach home.

“WHAT THE . . .” I said as I made the curve. Right before my eyes, maybe 30 feet away was the paved main street of the town!! There were cars passing by and people - LOTS of people walking on the sidewalks going into and out of the shops! I had walked all the way to town!!

The Summer That Changed Everything! (reluctant exhibitionism, self-discovery.)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 5

I stood there frozen as I was mesmerized by the scene in front of me. The town was much bigger than I had remembered it being on my first ride through it on my way to Granny’s. There was a lot more foot traffic and cars traveling on main-street. There seemed to be more shops and stores too. I just stood there taking it all in like I was in some sort of mental fog or something. Here I was, standing on a dirt road completely naked miles from my farm and my clothes. I had no idea how I had got there and no idea how I was going to get back. I was practically numb with fear. My hands immediately covered my body – one hand over my chest and the other trying desperately to cover my pubes. If people only knew that a naked teenage girl was standing not 30 feet from them as they went about their business. That thought instantly brought me back out of the fog I had been in and I began looking around for cover.

My sudden movement must have caught a young woman’s attention as she walked along the sidewalk across the paved main street that ran from left to right up ahead. She stopped, did a double-take looking right at me for a moment. Then, to my surprise, she waved her hand in the air as a greeting and yelled, “HELLO KATIE!!” She then resumed walking down the sidewalk as if seeing a naked girl in town was no big deal. I had no idea who that person was. I had never seen her before in my life. How did she know who I was? That was just weird!

I immediately darted for cover into the trees that lined the dirt road and hid behind some shrubs. It suddenly dawned on me after I collected myself that something really peculiar was going on. How did that stranger know that my Granny called me Katie? Why did she just wave at me and then just walk on rather than check to see if I was in trouble. I mean I would have thought that if I had seen a naked and frightened girl in town, my first instinct would be that something bad had happened to her and that she might need assistance and call the police or something. Oh GAWD . . . did that girl call the police on me?! Maybe she did and I just didn’t notice. I HAD to get out of there.

The only thing to do was to head back down the road back the way I came. I may not have known where Granny’s farm was, but I knew I couldn’t stay in town naked. I would just die! There was no way I could stay hidden forever either. I was about to jump and run for the dirt road when I noticed a car coming down that road heading towards town! I immediately ducked back into my hiding place as the car passed by. WHEW! That was close! I was almost spotted. I waited a few more moments and tried again. To my horror, another fricken car was coming, only this time it came from town and was heading back up the road the way I had come. Things were getting much too busy. I figured that it must be late enough in the afternoon that people must be getting off of work which is why the town seemed so much busier than I had remembered it.

Panic was REALLY setting in now. I couldn’t stay here until it was dark as I was absolutely sure I couldn’t find my way at night. Besides, I was too much of a coward being afraid of things that come out when the sun goes down to even try. What was I going to do? I had to think. Then I saw her – a friendly face that I recognized. Mrs. Hoffman was walking along the sidewalk after just coming out of one of the shops

Like my incident at the lake where I somehow found the courage to act, I stood up, jumped out from my hiding place and yelled: “MRS. HOFFMAN!” She stopped and looked around for a moment trying to figure out who had called her. “OVER HERE!!” I shouted waving my hands in the air. “I’m over here!” She turned in my direction and spotted me and began walking towards me as I quickly returned to my hiding place for cover.

“Hello Katie. What are you doing out here?”

“Ms. Hoffman!” I said with relief. “Am I ever so glad to see you !! I . . . um . . . sort of had a little situation.”

“What happened? Did you get hurt?”

“No. I . . . um, that is Old Smokey, that’s Granny’s horse, anyways I was riding him and when I got down from the saddle, he sort of took off and I lost him. I looked for him but I got lost and somehow ended up here.”

“Lost your clothes too, I see,” she said with a wild grin causing me to blush profusely. I just looked at the ground trying to think of what to say that wouldn’t sound ridiculous. “No matter,” Ms. Hoffman said plainly. “Would you like for me to give you a lift back home?”

“Oh COULD you?!! I’d be ever so grateful.”

“Well, actually it’s no trouble. It’s not that far – maybe a fifteen minute ride out of town.” Then, after taking my hand and helping me to my feet, she said those words that made my heart stop, “My car is just around the corner. It’s not far.”

“But . . . I CAN”T go with you like this!!”

She smiled and began walking towards town with me in tow, “Why not? You’ve made it this far haven’t you? It’s just a quick walk. No one will notice.” Before I could protest we were walking along on the sidewalk in front of the shops!!

Just then I heard someone else call out, “HEY, KATIE! NICE DAY ISN’T IT?” I turned back over my shoulder and saw another teenage girl about my age waving at me with a huge grin on her face. I didn’t know who she was either. She just waved and then walked on.

As we reached her car that was parked in front of a store on main street, a car passed us by and then another. I was petrified with fear. I just knew I was going to get into trouble! Mrs. Hoffman struggled with her keys to unlock her car door. As I looked around, people were everywhere – across the street, in the shops, sitting on benches that lined the street here and there, yet no one seemed to pay much attention to me. They all seemed preoccupied with their own business. I felt weird being totally naked in the middle of town! It was a rush really, in more ways than one. I had fantasized about being Lady Godiva, but at least she had a horse. Here I was on foot in plain view of everybody!! Oh I wish she would Hurry up!!!

Finally she got the door open and said, “Hop in.”

She didn’t have to tell me that twice. I immediately opened the passenger door and hopped into her car. She tried making polite conversation about the weather and made small talk as we headed back down the dirt road. She made a bunch of turns and took several dirt roads before straightening out and heading in one direction. No wonder I was lost, I thought. There must a dozen dirt roads around this town. I was ever so thankful that she didn’t ask me why I was naked. I really didn’t have a clue what I would have said to try and explain my state of undress. I think she knew I was mortified as it was. Most of the ride was made in silence, though several times I caught her looking at me and smiling.

As Grandma’s farm came into view I going to ask Ms. Hoffman to stop and let me out before reaching the gate. I just knew that if Granny saw me getting out of Ms. Hoffman’s car things would be worse for me. Fortunately, once again, this kind and gentle lady must have sensed by predicament and stopped the car on her own a good distance from Granny’s house. “I think it best that you make your way from here, don’t you?”

“Yes, Ma’am,’ I sighed with great relief. “Thanks for understanding.” I then got out of the car as she watched my every move. Did you know it’s hard to get off of leather seats in a lady-like fashion when you’re naked? Your skin sticks to the leather seats. I’m sure I showed her a lot more than what was appropriate. Still she said nothing – just smiled at me and waved good-bye. “See you later,” she said as she sped out of sight.

I wondered what she meant by that. I stood there watching her dust cloud settle for a few moments as I tried to collect myself. Then I reluctantly headed toward Granny’s house. She was sitting on the porch in her rocking chair sewing on something as I approached. “”Bout time you got back. Where you been?”

“Well, that’s a long story. About Old Smokey . . . it seems that . . .”

“Seems you LOST him, didn’t you?” she interrupted before I could finish explaining.

“Well, sort of . . . you see . . .”

“Looks like you lost your clothes too. What in the world have you been doing?”

“It’s not what you think, Grandma. It’s like this, I . . .”

“Never mind, I hate long stories. Best go and unsaddle your horse and put him away.”

“WHAT?” I exclaimed as I saw Granny pointing behind me. I turned around and to my surprise there was that old nag of a horse standing in the pasture still wearing his saddle picking at the grass. “But . . . How did he get . . .”

“He wandered home several hours ago. Looks to me like you had an interesting day, little lady. Now you best get to tending to him. Brush him good before putting him up, you hear?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I replied as politely as I could. I was glad that she too didn’t press me on what happened to my clothes. I caught that stupid horse and gave him an earful for leaving me stranded in the fields like he did. I may be crazy but I was sure he understood what he had done to me. He was as sly as a fox, that one. After putting the saddle away I went into the house to finally get into some clothes. I had had enough of this nudity thing. I had my crazy adventure and I wanted to be a normal person again.

Upon reaching my room I couldn’t find my suitcase. I had been using it to store all my stuff in as I was too lazy to unpack and put everything away in the chest of drawers. I looked under the bed, in the small closet – everywhere and I couldn’t find it. I figured Granny must have moved it so I went through the house and still was unable to find it anywhere.

“Granny, have you seen my suitcase? It’s missing.”

“Suitcase? What suitcase?”

“The one I brought with me from home. It was right next to my bed when I left this morning.”

“I don’t remember you bringing a suitcase. I think you are mistaken.”

“Granny! I had all my clothes in it. I need my suitcase. Now, please try and remember.”

“ALL your clothes? Honey, you’ve been wearing that same T-shirt and pair of shorts since you’ve been here. I’ve never seen you in anything else. If you had a suitcase full of clothes why haven’t you been wearing different outfits instead of the same thing every day? Your memory must be going. It happens to me all the time.”

“Oh come on . . . What did you do with it? Stop playing games. I need my suitcase!”

“I don’t care for your tone young lady. First, you lost my horse, then you lost the clothes that you left with this morning and now you lost your suitcase and you’re blaming ME for it? If you can’t take better care of your things that’s not my problem.”

“Granny, I NEED CLOTHES! I can’t go around like this? Everything I had with me was in that suitcase!”

“Oh and you think I’m made of money that I can just drop everything and buy you a whole new wardrobe? Fat chance. If you really had a suitcase, it will turn up or you’ll remember where you put it. If you didn’t have one, then this will teach you to take better care of the things you do have. You came home naked after being out all day so it must not bother you too much, dearie.”

I just sighed. I was exasperated with that old woman. I couldn’t get too mad at her though as she was old and most likely a bit demented. I was sure that my suitcase was indeed around the farm someplace. I mean, as far as I knew Granny never left the farm so even if she accidentally misplaced it I was sure I could find it if I looked hard enough.

I looked and looked for the rest of the afternoon but I never could find it. I even checked the chicken coop and in the barn! I looked under blankets, in trash cans, and even looked UNDER the house. Nothing!

“Best get cleaned up, Katie. We’re having company in a little bit.”

“COMPANY?!!”

The Summer That Changed Everything! (reluctant exhibitionism, self-discovery.)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 6

“Granny, you can’t have company!! I haven’t found my suitcase yet. I don’t have anything to wear.”

“Oh you worry too much. It will turn up sooner or later – that is if you really HAD a suitcase. Besides I’ve made you something I want you to wear tonight so you best get cleaned up, oh, and do something with your hair.”

Granny then disappeared down the hall to her room.

This whole day had been unbelievable and it wasn’t over yet. At least Granny made had me something. I guess that’s what she had been sewing on when I came home earlier. I headed down the hall and started pouring water into a basin in the bathroom and went about cleaning up. As I looked in the mirror I realized that she was right about my hair. It was a tangled mess. It took some time but I managed to brush it enough that it looked presentable. It was the best I could do under the circumstances. It will be a relief to finally get some clothes on, I thought.

When I returned to the front room Granny was dressed in her Sunday best. She was wearing a beautiful frock and even had a nice broach pinned to her chest. I had never seen her dressed so nice. “This must be some pretty special company,” I said, “for you to be getting all dressed up like that.”

“Well, it’s not every night you get invited out to dinner.”

“YOU’RE DRIVING us out to dinner somewhere?!”

“No, I think someone else is picking us up. They should be here any minute. In fact, they’re running a little late. I expected them to be here by now. I don’t drive, you know and I don’t often get out these days. Now come over here so I can have you put on what I made for you.”

“Gee, Grandma, thanks for going to all that trouble. You’re a life saver.”

Granny had me stand in the middle of the room as she reached into a small box lined with tissue paper a pulled out a hat. It was a straw hat with a large royal blue ribbon running around it with two long streams hanging down the back. Stuffed into the ribbon hatband were small fresh flowers and some ornamental baby’s breath.

“Do you like it?” she asked holding it out proudly so I could see it.

It looked very old-fashioned to me. It was something I wouldn’t be caught dead in but I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. “Yes, it’s lovely. You don’t see many women wearing hats these days. Women don’t wear hats in the city much. Are these things still in fashion out here in your town?”

“Oh yes. It’s quite common for important occasions like Easter Sunday and Founder’s day and such – especially since Kate Middleton, that English Duchess Lady wears hats. Try it on and let me adjust it for you.”

I took the hat and put it gently on my head as Granny applied some finishing touches. “Now hold still, dearie, as I’m going to put in a hat pin to hold it in place and keep it from blowing away.” I felt her fiddling with it as she stood behind me for a few minutes. “There, how’s that feel?”

“It feels fine.” I replied. Granny then held up a mirror for me to see how I looked. Much to my surprise I really looked great. Despite my earlier misgivings, the hat’s design and the color of the ribbon really set off my complexion. I actually liked how it looked on me.

“Some people are just made for hats, don’t you think?”

“It looks marvelous, Granny, thank you! Now I had better hurry and get the rest of my things on before your company arrives.”

“Oh . . . did you finally locate your suitcase, dearie?”

“What? No, I mean the rest of the things you made for me.”

“You’re already wearing what I made for you - the hat. I worked on it all afternoon.”

“Granny! I have to have something to wear. Did you already forget? I told you I don’t have anything else to wear. All my clothes were in my suitcase, remember?”

Just then there was a knock on the door. My heart stopped yet again as Granny hollered, “COME IN. It’s open!”

Before I could dash for cover in walked a man who, after noticing me, broke into a broad smile and just stood there gawking at me. Maddie came in next followed by her daughter Danny.

“Come in, come in,” Granny said invitingly. “It’s good to see you.”

Ms. Maddie looked at me a bit apprehensively and said apologetically, “Oh, are we too early? I thought we were supposed to be here at 7 o’clock.”

“You’re right on time,” Granny said. “We’re all ready to go. Do you like the hat I made for Katie?”

“It’s adorable,” the man quickly replied, “best hat I’ve seen yet. In fact, I can’t stop looking at it.”

I’ll bet that’s what he’s looking at, I thought to myself.

“Oh goodness me, I’ve forgotten my manners. Charles, this is my granddaughter Katie. She’s spending the summer with me. Katie, Charles is Maddie’s husband.”

The thirty-something year old man walked up to me and extended his hand to shake mine. “Pleased to me you, Katie.”

“My name is ANNA,” I rudely snapped back. “Why does everyone insist on calling me KATIE?”

“Now, now,” Granny said admonishingly, “We’ll have none of that. Katie’s just a bit upset. Seems she misplaced her suitcase today with all of her clothes. That’s just like a kid, you know - can’t seem to take care of her things. Still, I can’t let that ruin a special night like tonight. I am so looking forward to dinner. Come along, everybody. We don’t want to be late.”

“Perhaps Katie might like to stay home,” Danny said rushing to my defense. “You guys can go and enjoy your dinner and I’ll be glad to stay here and keep Anna, I mean Katie, company. I’ll even help her look for her suitcase.”

“Oh heaven’s no! I’ve been looking forward to introducing Katie to our hosts. Like I said before, I don’t often get asked out and I have never had the opportunity to show off my granddaughter. She’s coming. Everything will be fine. No one will mind if a little girl is a bit underdressed.”

“Well, if you’re sure it will be alright,” Maddie said a bit hesitantly.

“Sure, I’m sure. Now let’s get going.”

I looked at Ms. Maddie hoping she would think of something to get me out of this but she just gave me that “oh well” look as if she was resigned as to not cause a scene. I could tell she didn’t want to upset my Grandmother and was willing to bow to her wishes. It was as if she knew what Granny was doing was wrong but she didn’t want to cross her for some reason. At least that’s how it seemed to me. It was all so surreal. Behind that pleasant exterior, Granny had that way about her that made people just give in to her. Perhaps it was just because people knew she was a bit crazy and doddery. I knew then it was hopeless to resist further. I was screwed and I knew it. Ms. Maddie knew it too. I saw the look of empathy on her face but there was nothing she could do. She wasn’t going to interfere. For whatever reason if SHE was willing to accept my crazy grandmother’s idea that this was proper, than I wasn’t going to persuade Granny any differently. The look in her husband’s eyes, for obvious reasons, confirmed that he was okay with this too.

We all walked out to their minivan. Maddie and her husband sat up front while Danny, Granny and I sat in the bench seat in the back and just like that we were off. Gawd, did I feel like a fool wearing a hat and being otherwise completely naked!

I looked over at Danny and she just stifled a giggle. I could tell she thought it was hilarious. Ha, ha – big joke I thought to myself. She wouldn’t think it was so funny if she was the one sitting in that van naked!

It wasn’t long and we were driving down the center of town. The place was practically deserted now. I couldn’t help but recall that only a short while ago I was actually walking down that very sidewalk completely in the nude! Little did I know that I’d be back again dressed in the same way so soon! It sent chills up my spine.

As I looked at that sidewalk and recalled the people that saw me and called me Katie, something was nagging at me in the back of my mind. Something that said things weren’t right somehow but I couldn’t put my finger on it. Something that made me feel that there was something else besides a little old lady that was hopelessly confused. I shook my head as I concluded that it must all be just my imagination. After all, I had quite a day so far. Maybe I was just so overwhelmed I wasn’t thinking straight. Still . . .

I was jolted back to reality when we pulled into a driveway at a house just outside of town. There were several cars parked on the grass as well as two in the driveway. “This can’t be good,” I thought to myself. There must be a bunch of people here other than the owners of this place. I took a deep breath as Charles shut off the motor and everyone began to get out of the vehicle.

The Summer That Changed Everything! (reluctant exhibitionism, self-discovery.)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 7

Through the open side door of the van I could hear the sounds of people enjoying themselves emanating from inside the house confirming my worst fears that this was more than just a small dinner among neighbors which did little to help my self-confidence. To top it all off, it was still fairly light outside as it was summer and that meant I had to exit the car in daylight, without the cover of darkness.

“Come along, dearie. I can’t wait to introduce you to my friends.”

“Granny, I’m not sure that . . .”

“Oh you look fine. You clean up pretty good for a little kid,” she said with a wink almost half-jokingly as she reached in to take hold of my hand. I curtly brushed it aside and got out on my own. I wasn’t a little kid and I definitely wasn’t going to be treated like one. Granny looking pleased with herself, took a huge, deep breath and exclaimed, “Oh my, something smells good. I wonder what we are having for dinner. Let’s get inside, shall we?” She then started quickly walking towards the door followed by Charles and his daughter Danny. I was happy to stall a bit until they reached the door before making my move so I could use them for cover.

Ms. Maddie, who had politely waited for me until I was ready, put her arm around my shoulder and gave me an empathetic smile. “It’ll be okay. Everyone knows that your grandmother has a little problem with her memory and judgment. She doesn’t mean any harm. She basically has a heart of gold and she’s really such a good person otherwise. We all just accept her for what she is. You won’t get into any trouble. We all understand. Trust me.”

That was easy for her to say, I thought. She wasn’t about to attend a dinner party wearing only a stupid hat!

As I reached the door with the others, Granny rang the doorbell. I was a nervous wreck standing there wondering what was about to happen. The door opened and a very smartly dressed woman in her mid-thirties greeted us. “Hello! I’m sooooo glad you all could come. I don’t know why we don’t do this more often? Please, come in. Make yourselves at home.” Our host nodded toward each guest as they entered the house, “Evening, Charles . . . Hello Danny, aren’t you looking nice this evening. It’s good to see you in a pretty dress for a change.” Then her eyes grew large when she spotted me and she broke out into an awkward and obviously forced smile. “Who’s . . . this young lady, Ruth?”

“Why, this is my granddaughter, Katie,” she said proudly as she pushed me forward so our host could get a better view. “Isn’t she just the cutest thing?”

The woman gave a surprised expression as she looked me over, obviously taken aback by my lack of clothes. She seemed a bit uneasy – nervous perhaps - that my Grandmother had dragged a naked teenager to her dinner party. She looked at me for a moment as if she wasn’t quite sure what to say as she stuttered a few times trying to get the words out, then she exclaimed with obviously feigned pleasure, “Ruth, she’s ADORABLE. I can see why you brag on her so much. Katie, I’m so glad to finally meet you.” The uneasiness of Miss Amy at my nudity was apparent in her voice despite what she had actually said and that gave me gave concern that Ms. Maddie’s reassurance that everything will be alright wasn’t really so.

Granny, unfazed, by the woman’s discomfort, continued happily, “Katie, this is Miss Amy. She teaches at our high school. She does a fantastic job too. I’m sure you’ll like her a lot. If you’re having any trouble with math, she’s the person to ask. I recommended her for the job when she first came to town, you know. One of the best decisions I ever made, I think.”

Miss Amy, still obviously not sure what to make of it all, reluctantly resumed the role of the perfect hostess, “Please . . . come in. Let me introduce my guests here this evening.” Miss Amy then escorted me into the middle of the front room that was filled with 8 or 9 people – a few younger couples and several older men and women all milling about engaged in conversation. Each was also dressed to the hilt in fancy clothes. Miss Amy put her arm around behind me, took a deep breath and called out, “Everyone . . . Could I have everyone’s attention, please. This is Ruth’s Granddaughter, Katie.”

You could have heard a pin drop as everyone turned and one by one noticed that a naked teenager was standing in the room! All conversation ceased and only the sound of a large grandfather clock ticking away the seconds could be heard filling the room with an ominous sense of dread. No one spoke. They only stared, their gaze fixed on my body. I could have just died! As I looked around the room, their expressions weren’t of shock, anger or even indignation – their facial expressions were just blank – providing no clues as to what they were thinking. Being the center of attention in front of a group of strangers I almost pissed on the floor and my legs grew so weak I thought I was going to collapse. I glanced over at Ms. Maddie and it was almost as if she was saying, “I’m sorry,” such was the look on her face.

Granny, not to be one to take a back seat continued to keep things moving. “Fred,” she said turning to an older gentleman standing by the fireplace, “how do you like Katie’s hat? I made it myself this afternoon.”

The man cleared his throat and replied, “Is that so? It’s quite stylish I think. It looks good on her, it compliments her . . . that is to say it goes nicely with her . . . eyes.”

“I thought so too,” Granny said sweetly. She then took me around the room and made personal introductions to everyone. I felt like a slab of meat on sale at the grocers and everyone wanted a piece of me. At least now that everyone had seen me they became a bit more at ease as they talked with Granny and a few even asked me a question or two. The mood was still tense, but the shock was over for most of them and, like Maddie had indicated earlier, they seemed to accept the eccentricities of my Grandmother.

Still, I was completely naked except for my stupid hat among a room of not only clothed people but fancy-dressed clothed people at that, which made me feel even more out of place.

“Okay, everyone, “Dinner is ready. If you all would make your way to the dining room,” Miss Amy announced. At last, I thought, things will finally get moving so I could get out of this place. It could have been worse. I suppose.

As the guests made their way down the small corridor and into the dining room, I waited until last letting the adults go first, out of politeness of course. My mother would have insisted on proper etiquette at dinner parties. My mother – HA! She would have a stroke if she could see me now - her prim and proper daughter NAKED at a private, fancy dinner party!! Somehow that thought was pretty amusing to me. I secretly had always wanted to rebel against the tight control she exercised over me. I smiled a bit at that thought. “Take THAT mommy dearest.” At least I’d could always look back on this awkward moment later on and take pleasure in the fact that I got away with something that she’d croak over! Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all.

I was feeling pretty good at that point as I rounded the hallway and entered the dining room – that is until I saw two teenage boys sitting at the table! I stopped in mid stride and looked around the room. Everyone else was getting seated and the only empty chair I spotted was at the smaller table where the boys were sitting. Granny must have noticed my hesitation and apparently felt the need to introduce these two forgotten souls.

“Boys, this is my Granddaughter, Katie. “

Both teens just giggled as they looked at me. One of them mocked me by asking, “Did you forget something, Girlie?”

“Now boys, there’ll be none of that. Mind your manners as you’re a guest in this house,” some man said curtly. I took it that he must have been their father as they straightened up and got very quiet.

I spotted Danny sitting with her family and had been hoping to sit with her but there wasn’t room. In fact the ONLY chair was at the small table with the boys. “Have a seat so we can say the blessing,” Granny said as she pointed at the empty chair. Having no choice, I reluctantly did as she had suggested while giving the boys a stern look that I was hoping conveyed to them that I wasn’t going to tolerate any foolishness. It was bad enough having adults see me naked but two teenage boys close to my age was overwhelming.

All through the blessing I avoided looking at them instead glancing down at the table. I told myself that I HAD to act like I was confident otherwise they’d sense my weakness and pick on me the rest of the night. Act confident? Yeah right. My stomach was turning summersaults and my throat was as dry as a desert. My naked boobs were not two feet from their faces at this small table!!! To make matters worse I was as wet as I’d have ever been in my life! I should have been sitting on a towel not bare skinned on a vinyl folding chair!

As the food was passed around the boys kept quietly snickering amongst themselves and elbowing each other in their sides as if they were sharing some secret joke. There was a joke alright, and I was it! I looked up across the table as one of the boys held out the plate with rolls for me to take one and a light went off in my head. It recognized that boy! He was the troublemaker at the lake the other day that insisted that he saw me. HA! I had seen that boy naked!! Suddenly I wasn’t so scared anymore. The playing field was suddenly level. As I held his gaze while holding onto the plate that he had in his hand he too must have made the connection and got this nervous look about him. “GOTCHA, you little twerp” I whispered softly, just loud enough for him to hear. I know he heard me too because he lowered his eyes as he let go of the plate.

I kept staring at him almost making a game out of it imagining in my head what his little Willie looked like. Oh this was fun!! I thought to myself. I’m the one sitting across the table with a boy who likes to skinny-dip! A little voice in my head kept singing a taunting melody, “I’ve seen you naked . . . I’ve seen you naked!” It was juvenile I know, but it kept me from feeling the stress of sitting in a room full of people wearing just a silly hat.

Though the thoughts in my head may have lowered my anxiety; they were also making me more and more aroused. I wasn’t frightened any more – I was downright horny! I could feel my nipples hardening and sticking further out and my areolas were getting quite puffy. I had to be careful as I was sure people would notice and that would not be a good thing!

His friend kept snickering as he looked at me while he ate so I felt I had to do something. So, in a rather loud voice – louder than the murmuring of conversations going on at the main table among the adults, I said, “So boys, did you have fun swimming at the lake yesterday?”

A look of terror came over both of them which filled my heart with glee. I owned them now! It was quite clear that they knew I was about to tell the whole room that they were swimming naked. One of the boys shook his head almost as if he was pleading with me not to say anything more while the other looked as if all the color had run out of his face. Suddenly I became aware of the sexual nature of my situation. I could tease and taunt these boys with my body frustrating them to no end as there wasn’t a thing they could do about it. They couldn’t tease me anymore either because I held the “Ace.” I could spill the beans about the gang of boys that liked to run around without clothes. To seal the deal and cement my control over these two, I leaned forward and whispered softly, “I wonder what your mother would think if she found out what you like to do at the lake.” Both just looked terrified but they said nothing.

I then messed with them good. If I HAD to be attending this party in just a hat I might as well have a little fun. I sat up and reached over the table to pick up the salt and then put it back making sure that my breasts dangled temptingly in front of their eyes. As I sat down I saw the boy that I called, The Troublemaker, swallow hard while the other just loosened the collar on his shirt. I had never realized how much fun it could be teasing boys! I crossed my legs under the table and “accidentally” but very seductively, brushed the leg of one of the boys with my foot, rubbing his calf a little while looking at him in the eye. I thought the poor fellow was going to faint!

The boys stopped eating, and for the most part, all they could do was stare at my breasts! They were like a magnet to them that held their eyes firm. I wondered if either of them was sporting a boner yet. Before, when they ogled my body it made me self-conscious. Now I was relishing the attention. Just to make sure of their discomfort, I spotted a bowl of peas at the adult table and decided that I wanted some of them. I slowly got up lingering long enough for them to get a good view of my pelvis and then I carefully turned around so that my butt was only inches away from one of them as I bent over. I excused myself to the woman at the adult table and asked her to pass the bowl of peas. I just knew the boys were looking at my vulva from the back and I was eating it up!! I didn’t know what had come over me, really. Was I enjoying the attention like I first thought or was it the power that I felt over these two that I was relishing? In either case I was thoroughly enjoying myself!

After taking the bowl and turning around to face my table again it was better than I had hoped. BOTH of them had their eyes glued to my labia. They weren’t looking at my eyes and they certainly weren’t looking at their plates. They were looking at my sex! For the first time in my life I thought, “Damn, it’s good to be a woman!”

(The End)