The Summer That Changed Everything! Parts 8 to 14

By Hooked6

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The Summer That Changed Everything! Chapter 8
By: Hooked6
 
Copyright May 2012 by Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com) all rights reserved. Reproduction, redistribution, reposting on another Internet site whether or not a charge or profit is made is forbidden without the expressed written consent of the author. Copyright ownership does not transfer by the posting of this material on this site by the author. The following story is for ADULTS only. By accessing this story, the reader hereby certifies that he/she is of an appropriate age to access adult material and that such material is permitted in the locality or country where the reader resides. The following is a creative work of fiction, and the characters or incidents described do not resemble any persons or events in the real world. Comments are always welcome and serve to inspire my work.
 
The Summer That Changed Everything! (reluctant exhibitionism, self-discovery.)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 8
 
I was brought back to reality by the voice of my Grandmother, “Katie, what are you doing over there to those boys?” She asked in a maternal sounding voice. CRAP! I was busted. She had seen me and knew exactly what I had been doing. Now it was MY turn to be humiliated.
 
“What do you mean, Granny?” I replied in the best innocent-sounding voice I could muster. Most of the adults had stopped eating and were looking disapprovingly in my direction to see what Granny was talking about. The sly grin on my Granny’s face said it all. I was doomed. She was surely going to embarrass me in front of everyone – especially those two little twerps sitting across from me!! I couldn’t stand it if that happened. I wanted to crawl under a rock and hide! I KNEW what I had been doing was wrong, but I wanted to do it anyway. I don’t know what came over me. It just felt so good, you know? This whole situation was just too confusing!
 
“You know better than that, dearie.”
 
“Um . . .”
 
“It’s not polite to take the peas and keep them all to yourself without offering others sitting at the table with you a chance to have some too. You were raised better than that, I think, weren’t you Katie?”
 
I let out a HUGE sigh. “Yes ma’am. I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m sorry, boys, would you care for some peas?”  The adults all resumed their conversations and went back to eating.
 
As I put the bowl back down on the table I looked over at Granny and the grin that I saw told me that she knew EXACTLY what I had been up to, but, she had the grace and class not to expose my bad behavior to the entire room. I gained at new bit of respect for that old woman because of what she did. My mother surely wouldn’t have handled it that way at all. She would have embarrassed me for sure! In comparison, Granny might not be so bad after all.
 
Luckily the boys had not caught on and just continued to sit there meekly, pretending to pick at their dinner. If they had figured out what my Granny was on about the tables would once again be in their favor. As it was, I still held all the aces and I was beginning to like that. I liked the feeling of power that I felt. I still wanted to tease those boys and make them feel frustrated – a desire denied. I had never been an object of desire before. I had never thought about it much. Back home the boys I knew never so much as acknowledged me. For all they cared I was the invisible girl. I could be standing in the school corridor with several girls and the boys would come by and say hello to the other girls and walk on by never even noticing I was there. I’ll bet they’d notice me now if I went to school in just this hat!  HA! I could just picture me standing in the school corridor totally naked!  How ridiculous would that be? Right now that thought was very arousing!
 
Danny pushed her chair back and asked to be excused as she was finished with her meal. She then looked at me. “Care to join me, Katie?” I really didn’t want to leave the boys just yet as I was having way too much fun but I figured I had pushed my luck enough for one night so I stood up and took a step away from the table. It was then I saw the parental look in Granny’s eyes.
 
“Oh . . . may I be excused too, please?”
 
“Don’t you want dessert? I understand Amy has prepared a wonderful chocolate cake.”
 
“It sounds wonderful but I think I ate too much as it is. Would it be alright if I joined Danny?”
 
“You may be excused,” Granny said in a motherly tone. “Run along and join your friend.” Trying to stay on Granny’s good side, I thanked Miss Amy for a wonderful meal and left the dining room in search of Danny.
 
I wandered around the large house and finally found her in a bedroom that had been turned into a small home office of some sort. She looked at me excitedly and motioned for me to quickly close the door. “Well?!!!” she asked half out of breath.
 
“Well, what?”
 
“You know what! Don’t play innocent with me. Come on . . . give it up. What was it like sitting there at that table in front of the boys naked like that?” she asked giggling so hard she could barely get the words out.
 
I was blushing terribly but I just HAD to talk about it. “It was . . . .  Horrible, that’s what.”
 
“I saw you, you little slut, you were enjoying it weren’t you?”
 
“Don’t call me a slut, you whore!”
 
She took my hand and pulled me down on the couch along the wall and we sat next to each other as she continued with her nervous chuckling. “Go on . . . I want details, sister!”
 
I had never felt like such a celebrity before. It was like all my emotions were just bursting to get out all at once. It was against my better judgment but I just had to tell her everything. I couldn’t hold it in if I tried. “Well, at first, I was, you know, all nervous and crazy. I mean when I saw all those people dressed up so fancy and there I was all naked in the middle of them I wanted to faint. I was trapped and couldn’t go anywhere. And then, when I saw those boys at the table, I really lost it.”
 
“Go on . . .”
 
“I mean my boobs were right in front of their faces for heaven’s sakes. They were all making fun of me, teasing me and making obscene gestures and everything.”
 
“You poor thing! I’ll bet that was terrible . . . NOT!”
 
“What do you mean, NOT?” I asked incredulously. “It WAS terrible. You should try it sometime and see how YOU like it.”
 
“Oh, who are you kidding,” she said, and before I could react she slid her fingers right between my legs and wiggled them around. “Just like I thought - you’re SOAKED!”  Feeling her fingers roaming around down there, as worked up as I was, literally took my breath away and I gasped so loud it made her laugh.
 
She kept fingering me slowly and the sensations of having someone else teasing my sweet spot instead of my own fingers was electrifying and disturbing at the same time. She shouldn’t be doing that, I thought to myself, but my body had other ideas as it felt so wonderful I just sat there taking it all in for much longer than I should have before I yanked her hand away. “That’s gross!” I protested trying to maintain some sense of propriety.
 
“Yeah? What’s this then?” she mocked as she held up three very moist fingers and waved them in my face. I felt my body get quite warm and my face blushed. There was no denying it. My body had betrayed me.
 
“Okay, Okay! I did enjoy messing with the boys. I mean they were so hot looking and staring at me that I just couldn’t resist teasing them a bit.”
 
“Teasing them A BIT? Why if your ass had been any closer to Andy Simpson’s face you could have used his nose for toilet paper!”  We both laughed at that and continued talking about what it was like to be ogled like a Hollywood a sex object. Danny seemed to be quite intrigued by the whole thing “So did you notice if either of them popped wood?”
 
“I couldn’t tell,” I replied laughing hysterically. “But I wish I had could have seen that!”
 
“Darn! I’ve always wondered what Andy was hiding in those trousers of his.” I wasn’t sure but I thought that maybe she had a crush on this Andy Simpson fellow. “So, how many boys have you had sex with?” she bluntly asked.
 
“DANNY!” I exclaimed. “What a question!”
 
“Well . . . how many?”
 
I was ashamed. Her question had penetrated my façade of trying to make like I was popular, but the truth is, I wasn’t. I just lowered my head and ignored her question. I wanted to relish my moment in the limelight for a while longer. Being the center of attention was new for me and I liked it.
 
“Well . . . how many . . . 6 . . . 8 . . . 10?
 
“None.”
 
“WHAT? You’ve got to be kidding. As confident as you looked tonight you MUST have done it at least ONCE?!”
 
“Nope. Heck I haven’t even kissed a boy yet?
 
“NO WAY!” Danny yelled in disbelief. “You’re kidding, right?”
 
“Look, I’m not popular. Boys don’t ask me out and I certainly don’t walk up and kiss them just for the heck of it. I probably suck at it anyway.” I sighed.
 
“How do you know?”
 
“Huh?”
 
“How do you know that you suck at it? Has a boy ever told you that?”
 
“No, like I said I’ve never kissed a boy . . . Have you? Kissed a boy, I mean.”
 
“Dozens. It’s fun! You should try it sometime.”
 
I just looked at the floor quietly.
 
“Oh I see,” Danny said sounding all sophisticated. “You just don’t have your self-confidence built up in the kissing and sex department yet. I can help you with that.”
 
“Yeah? How?”
 
“Practice. Here, give me a kiss and I’ll tell you if you are doing it right or not.” 
 
“WHAT? Kiss you?! No way!”
 
“How else are you going to learn? Haven’t you ever been to a slumber party before? That’s where I learned to kiss – from other girls at a slumber party.”
 
“You’re just saying that.”
 
“No I’m not. It’s true. I can’t believe you’ve never been to a slumber party. Don’t they do those in the city where you come from? It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Why, every girl worries about her first kiss – you know - what if my nose smashes his. Which way should I tilt my head? Should I hold my breath or breathe normally - all those awkward things that can rob you of your kissing confidence can be answered by practicing. You obviously can’t practice on guys so . . . the only thing left is to practice with your girlfriends.”
 
“Well . . . it makes sense but . . . I don’t know.”
 
“Oh hush up and kiss me.”
 
I looked over at her and she had her eyes closed and her lips were moist and ready. My heart began to throb as I pondered whether to actually go through with it. I leaned closer to maybe give it a try and then panic set in. “I can’t” I sighed. “I just can’t kiss you . . . you’re a GIRL!”
 
“Oh for Pete’s sakes,” she said and before I knew it she was planting her lips against mine! SHE WAS KISSING ME!!  Damn, that felt good, I thought. 
 
“Now you try it.”
 
“Um . . .”
 
“Don’t talk, just do it!”
 
Before I could change my mind I leaned forward again and gave her lips a quick little peck then pulled away.
 
“Very mechanical,” she said critiquing my effort. “Try again only this time, make it last longer and relax your lips a little. Open them up a smidge so that they aren’t so tight and tense. It should be fun. You’re not kissing your grandmother, ya know.”
 
I leaned over and tried to do as she said. When my lips met hers it felt different this time. It felt really . . . well . . . nice! With our lips still locked, Danny put her arms around me and really began softly caressing my naked skin as she kissed me back. OMG! What was I doing?! My brain told me this was wrong-wrong, WRONG . . . but my body told me: “Damn this feels good!” I found myself putting my arms around her and hugging her as affectionately as I dared. I LIKED this. I never thought I was attracted to girls before. What was I thinking? I’m NOT attracted to girls. I never have been, but yet, my breathing was hard and fast and my sweet spot was tingling and . . . my hormones were silently screaming - begging Danny to finger me again. Before I knew what was happening I felt Danny’s tongue part my lips!
 
“AHHHHHHHHH” I screamed and pulled away. My reaction was instinctive as her tongue took me by surprise! I sat there looking at the surprised disappointment on Danny’s face wondering what I should say. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. Then, before either of us could say the first word, I heard someone shouting down the corridor.
 
“For the millionth time, I’M NOT KENNY!!  My NAME Is PATRICK!!!  WHY IS EVERYONE IN THIS STUPID TOWN CALLING ME KENNY???”
 
 
 
The Summer That Changed Everything! (reluctant exhibitionism, self-discovery.)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 9
 
 
I instantly shot up from the couch like I had been sitting on a hot stove.  All my senses were straining to understand what I had just heard. This was too weird. If I heard correctly here was a boy having the same problem I was having!
 
“Don’t go!” Danny said emphatically.
 
I realized that after pulling away from Danny’s kiss that she might not understand what was going on. “Danny, I really enjoyed kissing you and would like to practice more some time . . .”
 
“You WOULD!!  SWEET !”
 
“But right now I have to check something out.” I carefully opened the door a crack and saw another teenage boy I had not seen before standing next to a woman I presumed must have been his mother. I figured they must have just arrived as they were not at dinner before. They were talking to Maddie. I strained at the door to try and hear what they were saying without giving myself away. One thing I knew already – he was cute! But that’s all I knew.
 
“ANNA, DON’T. Please just close that door.”
 
Sure, now she calls me Anna, I thought to myself. “Danny, hush! This is important!”
 
She jumped up off the couch and pushed the door closed and held her hand against it forcefully so that I couldn’t open it again. “I KNOW this is important but so is this,” she said keeping both hands on the door.
 
“What are you talking about? I got to find out . . .”
 
“NO . . . that’s just it, Anna, No you don’t. Just leave things be.”
 
I looked at her in total bewilderment. “What do you know about what’s going on around here?”
 
“What do you mean what’s going on around here?  Um . . . that is, you should just stay here with me - that’s all.”
 
“BULL! You KNOW something, now it’s your turn to spill the beans. What do you know?”
 
“Nothing, really. I’ve said too much already. Just don’t go poking your nose into things that aren’t your business, that’s all.”
 
Now she was scaring me. Still, I had to hear more of what they were saying. I tried pulling on the door knob but Danny put her full weight against it and angrily shouted in a low whisper, “ANNA – NO!”
 
“What’s wrong with you?! Get out of my way!”
 
“NO!  Anna, listen to me. You don’t want to do this.”
 
She looked at me with very frightened but sincere eyes. I couldn’t understand what had come over her. She was acting all weird. “Why? What’s the big deal? I just want to find out something. It’s not like I’m doing something illegal – like walking through the middle of town naked or something. Now please just sit yourself down.”
 
“Anna, I’m your friend, right? I mean, I stood up for you back at your Grandmother’s house trying to get you out of going to this dinner party. Who else but a friend would do that, right?”
 
“Well, yeah you did do that but . . .”
 
“And I didn’t make fun of you like the boys were doing earlier AND we shared a special moment juts now that only true friends would do, right?”
 
“Yes, but you don’t seem to understand . . .”
 
“Anna, listen to me! If you push this and stick your nose where it doesn’t belong you’ll be sorry. Your Grandmother won’t like it one little bit and TRUST ME- you DON’T want to upset that woman!”
 
I looked at her like she was a bit crazy or something. “Danny, my grandmother is just an old, dowdy woman who’s as harmless as a butterfly. She proved that to me earlier when I was teasing those boys. She could have called me out on it but you saw what happened. She’s really a nice old lady – a bit confused at times but a nice old lady. Surely you see that don’t you?”
 
“Don’t be too sure about that? You don’t know the half of it.”
 
I shook my head in disbelief. “You’ve been drinking too much beer or something.”
 
“It’s your life. If you want to be an idiot and ignore someone that’s trying to help you then that’s your business.” With that she stepped aside. “Go ahead. See if I care. “
 
I studied her face for a moment trying to decide what to make of all this, “You’re serious aren’t you?”
 
“Serious as I can be.”
 
“So what if I do a little secretive poking around. She;’ll never know.  I’ll be careful.”
 
“Not good enough. It’s not worth the risk, trust me.”
 
“YOU obviously know more than you’re saying . . . OR . . . You know what I think? I think you are jealous that I was flirting with Andy Simpson and now you don’t want this Patrick- Kenny guy to see me like this because you’re sweet on him too, that’s what I think.”
 
“Oh for Pete’s sakes. Get real. I’ll tell you this then I’m not saying another thing. There was a girl once that crossed your sweet, innocent Grandmother and she paid the price BIG TIME. She’s has regretted it to this very day. I’m telling you this because I’m your friend and it’s in your own best interest: You’re fooling with things you know nothing about .JUST LEAVE THINGS BE.”
 
I thought about it for a few minutes then, despite her warnings, I opened the door a crack and peeked out into the hall once again. He was gone – the boy was gone and so was the woman that was with him! I listened carefully and heard nothing but the dull murmur of the dinner crowd coming from the dining room. I decided that whatever had been going on was over now. I closed the door and sat down beside Danny. I heard Danny’s warning and I wasn’t ignoring it but something was bothering me. How did I know that I could trust her?  Yes, something was definitely weird but what was it? Who could I trust? For all I knew my Granny was the only sane one here. I had to play this carefully. After all, I was the one in the middle of all this. The only other person that seemed to be safe was that Patrick – Kenny guy. He was the one I had to seek out.  Well, maybe not. Heck, I didn’t know what to do. Maybe it was best just to take things slow and doubt everything until I figured things out. Then the voice of reason tapped me on the shoulder telling my brain that it was just my imagination. I was alone, away from home for the first time in a long time and I was bound to make things seem crazy. Stress will do that to a person, I thought and being naked in somebody’s house full of people I didn’t know would definitely qualify as stressful.
 
“Well, I’m not saying you’re right. I still think you’re jealous of my teasing your boyfriend.” Danny let out a disgusted sigh. “But, I’ll do as you ask and let the whole thing drop, Okay? It’s probably just my city-instincts messing with my over-active imagination anyway.”
 
“Yeah, that’s probably it,” she said trying to sound convincing.
 
We talked about the boys at my table again and I told her all about my skinning-dipping discovery and she was all ears!
 
“So who was the boy with the boner?” she asked, obviously quite turned on by the idea that I saw a boy like that.
 
“How should I know? He was just a boy.”
 
“What did it look like? Was it big?”
 
“Gosh, Danny, I don’t know. It all happened so fast and I was scared, remember? Yeah, I guess so.”
 
‘So you’ve seen a boy’s cock before, then? See - you’re not so inexperienced.”
 
“Um, no, sorry, I haven’t, but it looked big to me!” At that we both had a good laugh. This was fun. I had never had a girlfriend that I could talk to so openly about sex and stuff. Most of what I knew came from locker room talk among the girls back home and from those stupid Sex-Ed classes that I had to take.  My mom would certainly never talk about stuff like this with me. Danny was fast becoming a real friend. Still, I had to be careful as I didn’t trust her completely yet. But, like I said, I WAS really enjoying talking to her about things. She seemed so experienced about boys and how to make out. We must have talked for at least another hour about boys and things. We laughed, we practiced kissing again and we laughed some more.
 
I was having such a good time talking with her that I had forgotten about the fact that I had to go to the bathroom until Mother Nature made the issue an urgent matter. “Danny, sorry, but I really need to pee. I’ll be right back.”
 
‘Sure, it’s down the hall on the left.”
 
I found it with no trouble as the door was open. Just as I was about to go in, I heard a man talking in the dining room saying, “I don’t like it. We’re taking too many risks as it is.”
 
“Nonsense, Harry. Everything is just fine. You worry too much.”  That was my Granny talking. I really, really had to pee but alarm bells were going off in my head. I just had to try and listen to what they were talking about. I carefully hid next to the wall and quietly listened. My heart was racing again and it was all I could do not to hyperventilate. I just wasn’t cut out for this spy stuff.
 
“You really should have said something to her.” Some woman said.
 
Then I heard Miss Amy say, “How was I to know that that woman was going to bring Patrick by? She wasn’t invited you know.”
 
“Still, it worked out fine, didn’t it?” Granny said. “Everybody just try to keep calm and do your jobs and things will be just fine. Now, are we ready for the vote?” I could hear murmuring among the people in the other room then Granny said. “All in favor?”
 
“AYE!” came the response from a number of people.
 
“Any Nays? Let the record show that there was no one opposed. The motion has been carried unanimously.”  There was more murmuring that I couldn’t quite understand then Granny said, “Okay we’ll proceed as planned. If there are any new issues we’ll deal with them later. I don’t have to warn you all of the consequences of anything going wrong. There’s too much at stake to turn back now. Remember, as always you are all still bound by your oath of secrecy and I don’t have to remind you that I take your oaths quite seriously.”
 
What had I gotten myself into? I wondered.  This was some serious stuff! I was in way over my head!!!
 
Suddenly I could hear people stirring around and chairs being moved. “I think I need to check on Anna, I mean little Katie. She’s been out of sight for way to long,” Granny said.
 
HOLY CRAP! She was coming! I almost fainted again and I began to panic. I was so overwhelmed with fear that I started to pee all over myself – right there in the hallway!
 
 
 
 
The Summer That Changed Everything! (reluctant exhibitionism, self-discovery.)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 10
 
She was coming! Somehow I managed to regain my senses and quickly duck into the bathroom and shut the door. I was breathing so hard I was almost hyperventilating. I was scared. Maybe Danny was right after all. My mind was whirling with a myriad of ideas as I heard Granny’s voice outside the door talking to someone.
 
“Oh THERE you are. Have you seen Katie? It time for us to be going. Goodness me I‘ve had such a wonderful time! But it’s almost 9 and I’ve got to get up at 4 to milk the cow.”
 
Granny’s voice was ever so sweet. It was hard to imagine her involved in anything diabolical or being such a mean person like Danny had suggested. Still, things just weren’t adding up. Something wasn’t right. Part of me wanted to trust my own instincts which said that Granny was okay and it was Danny that I had to be worried about. Maybe all that stuff I overheard was something completely innocent.
 
Outside the door I heard Danny reply, “I think she’s in the bathroom, Miss Ruth. I’m sure she’ll be out in a minute.”
 
Hearing Danny’s comment reminded me of my own urgency. Heck, my leg was still wet from my little accident and I was still occasionally dribbling a bit. I hadn’t even noticed as I was so scared. I hurriedly emptied my bladder and cleaned myself up. When I opened the door Granny was standing right there in the hall looking at me with a funny-looking smirk. She just stood there smiling never saying a word.
 
“GRANNY,” I half shouted almost out of breath. “You startled me!”
 
“Did you have fun, dearie?”
 
“When?! Just now??  I mean . . . tonight?  Ah . . . yes, I think so.” I was so nervous and felt so guilty I wasn’t even thinking clearly.
 
“See? I TOLD you this would be fun. Aren’t you glad you came along?”   
 
“Yeah . . . sure . . . I’m glad, of course I’m glad. It was fun.” Inside my head I heard this little voice saying “liar, liar, pants on fire!” Jeez, I wish I HAD some pants!
 
“Good! It’s best we get back now. It’s late and I don’t want to put ole’ Charles out by making him wait on us.” Granny then adjusted my hat, and stood for a moment admiring her handiwork then smiled with deep satisfaction. “I just LOVE that hat!”
 
Granny stepped back another step then suddenly exclaimed, “OH FOR HEAVEN’S SAKES! Would you look at that? Someone has spilt their drink all over Miss Amy’s floor.” She raised her wet shoe off the floor in disgust obviously having stepped right in the spot where I had my little “accident.” I was so embarrassed. “This wasn’t YOUR doing, was it, dearie?”
 
My legs grew week. Did she know? Was she just testing me?
 
“No, Granny! Honest. I didn’t have a drink back here.”
 
“Well, be a dear and clean that up. Then we’ll go.” She then returned to the living room to say goodbye to her host.
 
BOY was that ever close, I thought to myself. I leaned back against the wall to try and collect myself.
 
“What’s wrong with you,” Danny asked approaching me having come from the back office. “Your Granny piss you off or something?”  It may have been just my imagination but her silly grin led me to believe she knew exactly what was on the floor.
 
“No,” I replied smugly and grabbed some paper towels from the bathroom and began cleaning up the mess. Talk about humiliating work – cleaning up your own pee off the floor as your friend looks on.
 
Back in the living room Granny was getting a hug from Miss Amy, “Thanks for coming, Ruth. “Tonight was surely . . .” she paused trying to think of the right word, “truly exceptional.” She said that just as she spotted me entering the room. It was obvious that she still hadn’t quite adjusted to my nakedness.
 
I joined my grandmother at her side and then out of the clear blue this guy gives me a hug! My boobs pressed firmly against his shirt as he wrapped his paws around my back and hugged me!  “Thanks for coming, Katie. It was good to see you,” he said as if he had known me all my life.  I think he just wanted to hug a naked girl, that’s what I think.
 
Other guests joined the small group that had assembled to say goodbye. I shook hands with a few of the ladies present and just as I got to the end of the line there, standing at the doorway, were the two teenage boys I had sat with at dinner.
 
“It was nice to meet you,” one of them said as he pulled me close and awkwardly gave me a hug rubbing his hands up and down my back!! I tried to pull away but be kept hugging me. My first hug from a boy my age and it had to be like this! When he finally let go, the other boy did the same – the boy I had seen naked at the lake. This time I was a little more prepared but it was still weird letting a boy touch me like that without me wearing any clothes. I smiled to myself a bit however when I realized I was feeling his boner pressed against my pelvis. It was obvious that he was trying to get the best of me for the way I treated him at the dinner table.  This was too good to pass up. I certainly wasn’t going to leave letting him have the upper hand. As he continued to get his jollies by prolonging his embrace, I softly whispered into his ear, “I sure hope that isn’t as big as it gets, little boy!”
 
He firmly pushed me away and immediately left the room obviously insulted and terribly embarrassed! I smugly shouted out, “See you around!”
 
The ride home was mercifully short and in no time we were back at the farm. Once inside Granny removed my hat and put it carefully into a large box and suggested that I get some rest. She didn’t have to tell me twice!
 
It was a restless sleep to be sure. My mind kept replaying things in my head; so many emotions, so many thoughts.  I was aroused and excited yes, as it’s not often you get to be seen naked at a dinner party, but I was also confused and worried.  What was Danny talking about? Who was this Patrick - Kenny guy? Questions shot through my brain as I tried to make sense of it all.
 
I finally was awakened by the crow of a rooster outside my window. Heck, the sun wasn’t even up yet! I rolled over and looked at the clock. It said 5:30am. I heard Granny in the kitchen so I decided to get up and help her with the chores. I wasn’t sure what she was going to say after last night but I needn’t have worried. She was her same old jolly, albeit a little confused self.
 
After the breakfast dishes were put away and I had tidied up the house, I decided to take a bath and get cleaned up myself. It was already almost noon and I was hot and sweaty. As I was sitting in the tub just enjoying the coolness of the water against my skin I began to feel sexy and the thoughts of the dinner party with all those people looking at me as I stood there in just my hat got me feeling pretty worked up. I started sensually caressing myself running my hands ever so softly over the sensitive parts of my body. I closed my eyes and imagined those boys looking at me, the desire in their eyes fueling my arousal. As I said before, I had never been popular with boys at school. This was all something new for me and I liked it. I didn’t understand it, but I liked the attention.
 
I had just put my hand between my legs and was fingering my sweet spot when, suddenly and without warning, Granny burst into the room!
 
“GRANNY!” I exclaimed in a panic as my hand shot up out of the tub, splashing water on her dress.
 
She had a bowl of batter in one hand that she was stirring with a wooden spoon that she held in the other. “A friend of yours is at the door . . . wants to see you . . . found the clothes that you lost the other day when you went out on Old Smokey.”  The batter must have been hard to stir as she seemed a bit out of breath as she spoke.
 
Granny then turned and left the room without saying another word still stirring the mixture in the bowl as she went. “I’ll be right there!” I called out after her. I grabbed a towel and began drying myself. “Good ole Danny!” I thought, “I KNEW she’d come through for me. She must have known that I had my clothes nearby when she found me horseback riding naked the other day. She must have gone looking for them for me. Good Ole Danny; such a loyal friend.
 
I was in such a hurry to be able to wear clothes again I barely dried my skin and started wrapping the towel around my wet hair as I headed for the door. I had just completed making my little turban with the towel around my head when I reached the front door. When I looked up, I got the shock of my life. It wasn’t Danny standing there holding my clothes, it was . . .
 
“PATRICK!” I shouted in fright. It was the boy I had seen at Amy’s house the other night – the boy everyone apparently called, Kenny! I immediately wrestled with the towel trying to get it off my head as I nervously tried to cover myself. He was obviously uncomfortable and was ever such a gentleman as I saw that he at first immediately averted his eyes then he turned away facing outside as he apologized. I think he was more taken aback than I was!
 
“I’m sorry. I think I caught you at a bad time,” he said politely. “I didn’t think, I mean, I didn’t know you were taking a bath.”
 
“No,” I said nervously with my voice cracking, I thought you were a girlfriend of mine. I shouldn’t have . . .” My voice trailed off as I looked up once again. I finally got the towel off of my head and draped it in front of me. It barely hid the essentials.  “Okay, I’m covered,” I said still shaking a bit.
 
The boy turned around and gave me a nervous smile. “Listen, um, I found these the other day and I asked around and was told they probably belonged to you. Are these yours?”
 
“Yes, thank you.” I said as I reached out with one hand to take the clothes as I held a death grip on the towel; in front of me.
 
We both stood there awkwardly – neither of us having the courage to say another word. To his credit he didn’t stare at me. Clearly he was just as shy as me!  
 
Finally he spoke up, “Listen, just now you called me Patrick. How did you know my name? Have we met before, someplace?”
 
“I saw you at Miss Amy’s yesterday. You were with your mom, I guess.”
 
“Yes that’s right. We were there for a minute or two but I didn’t see you though. I would have remembered you.”
 
Yeah, especially if you had seen me naked, I said to myself and then smiled and thought, Oh wait, you just did! “My name is Anna,” I said trying to keep what little conversation we had going for a bit longer. This boy might have a few clues as to what’s going on around here and I didn’t want him to leave just yet.
 
“Anna? I thought you were Katie? At least that’s what I was told.”
 
“Yeah, and I thought you were Kenny.” I then nervously looked around to see if Granny was anywhere close by. “Listen, I need to talk with you about something. Can you wait here a minute while I get dressed?”
 
He nodded his head and I quickly turned and headed down the hall to the bathroom. It wasn’t until I was half way down the hall that I realized I was still holding the towel in front of me and he had the perfect view of my naked little butt! When I turned to enter the bathroom I looked up towards the front door hoping to see that he had once again turned away out of politeness. Nope! He was looking right at me grinning!  DAMN!
 
 
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The Summer That Changed Everything! (reluctant exhibitionism, self-discovery.)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 11
 
I darted into the bathroom and quickly changed into my jeans shorts and T-shirt. My underwear was missing, however. I could only imagine that some boy taken them for his own personal use – a trophy for personal bragging rights no doubt. I could just picture that pervert with his filthy hands all over my panties. Still, at least I had SOME clothes. It sure beat running around naked.  I primped and brushed out my hair. I cheated and borrowed some of Granny’s lipstick and mascara as mine was in my missing suitcase along with my other things. Checking myself out in the mirror at least I looked presentable.
 
I really wanted to talk with this boy but I was afraid of Granny overhearing. I had to think of something, a way to meet him somewhere away from the farm.  I wasn’t sure what I was going to do but I knew I had to get back to him before he left out of boredom.
 
Fortunately he was still there. I walked up to the door but I couldn’t think of anything to say. I literally was too shy to speak. This cute boy had just seen me naked and was just staring at me. To make matters worse he just stood there with those innocent-looking, puppy-dog eyes. Neither one of use had to guts to start talking. After some very awkward minutes I started, “So, it sure is hot, isn’t it?”  Boy was that inane! I kicked myself for not being more imaginative.
 
“Yeah, hot,” he sheepishly replied.
 
Trying to keep things moving after even more awkward silence I said, “Makes things very uncomfortable, doesn’t it.”
 
“Yeah, sure does.”
 
Jeez, this guy may be cute but he sure can’t say much.  “I’m staying with my grandmother for the summer,” I finally volunteered.
 
“Yeah, I heard.”
 
Is that all this guy can say is “yeah?” This was getting me nowhere. Perhaps he was so shell-shocked over seeing me naked that he lost his confidence. I’ve heard that cute girls can do that to a boy – especially if they are naked.
 
I was starting to believe that maybe this wasn’t the best time to try and pry information out of him when Granny walked into the front room still stirring her bowl. For some reason he surprised the heck out of me and chose that very time to say, “Listen, Katie, since it’s so hot and all . . . would you, I mean if you’re busy I’ll understand, but, I was thinking that maybe, that is if you want to . . . you know . . . go with me into town and get an ice cream soda at Hansen’s Drug store . . . that is if you aren’t too busy.”
 
I was shocked! A boy, a cute boy at that, was actually asking me out!  No boy had ever done THAT before, ever!  I wanted to scream “HELL YES!” but with Granny lurking just behind me I thought that wasn’t the best thing to do so I played it cool. “Well . . . I’ll have to clear it with my Granny first.”
 
“You got any money, boy?” Granny snapped curtly. “Cause, I ain’t got no cash to waste on such foolishness as that and I don’t think Katie does either.”
 
“Oh she won’t need any money, ma’am, I’ve got enough with me to pay for both of us.”
 
“Would it be okay if I went, Granny? I’ll be careful and I’ll come right back, I promise.”
 
“Well, he seems nice enough. Alright, you can go, but see that you’re back before too long. You’ve still got chores to do.” She then gave me a wink and I knew that her gruff manner was just for show – put on all for Patrick’s sake – just to keep him in line I suspect.
 
We walked along the dirt road mostly in silence. I was too busy trying to think of how to broach the subject of my concerns about the town and he seemed too nervous just walking with a girl to say anything. After about 15 minutes of just walking along he suddenly took hold of my hand! We continued to walk only now we were actually holding hands! It was almost like we were a real couple on a date! If only the girls at school could see me now! Man, they’re never going to believe this when I tell them about it. My heart was fluttering and I felt warm and special inside. So this is what it’s like to go on a date, I thought.
 
All too soon we reached the town and Hansen’s Drug store, which looked like one of those old-fashioned places I’ve seen in Norman Rockwell paintings. Inside we approached the lunch counter in the back and sat on two stools next to each other.
 
“I like Chocolate shakes the best. How about you? What do you like?” he asked me.
 
“I don’t know,” I said trying to be coy. “I think a root beer float sounds nice.”
 
The waitress came over and went back behind the counter and asked, “Whatta ya have?”
 
Patrick ordered for both of us and smiled as he put the menu back into its place.
 
We began talking about school and our favorite movies. I learned that he was vacationing here with his mother for two weeks and had only just arrived. When I asked him why he was at Miss Amy’s house he said his mother had heard she did math tutoring and she wondered if Miss Amy would be willing to help him with his summer math assignments.
 
“I’m not very good at math,” he finally admitted “But I really like school.”
 
 The waitress then brought us our ice cream and we carefully sipped away at our treats.
 
We continued talking about little things when he finally asked me if I had a boyfriend. HA, me having a boyfriend? Of course I acted all demure-like and told him I had nothing serious going on at the moment. That seemed to make him smile. I guess he liked my answer. 
 
I was having such a good time enjoying his company I was afraid to ruin things by bringing up my questions. On the walk back home I knew that time was running out. “Listen, Patrick, I just have to ask you something. The other night I heard you shouting at Miss Amy’s place being angry over everyone calling you Kenny. What’s that all about, anyway?”
 
His mood changed in a hurry. “Beats me! Ever since I got to this town and I would meet people on the street they would say, ‘Hi Kenny!’  I don’t even know who they are and they’re automatically calling me Kenny. When I meet someone new and tell them my name is Patrick, they STILL call me Kenny! It’s like it’s an episode out of some science fiction movie or something. It’s beginning to bug me too. Why do you ask?”
 
This was my opening. What he said was weird and not unlike my experience except my own Granny calls me Katie and she should know better. “Well, Kenny . . .” I teased
 
“That’s not funny!”
 
“Sorry, well Patrick, the same thing has been happening to me only they call me Katie. My name is Anna yet everyone – even my own Granny - calls me Katie and she KNOWS who I am.”
 
“Well your Granny IS pretty old. Maybe she’s just confused because everyone else calls you Katie. Old people get forgetful you know.”
 
“That’s true, she is confused at times, but she started calling me that even before we met others in town. I don’t get it. So . . . why exactly did your mom pick this town to vacation in? Do you have any relatives living here that she wanted to visit?”
 
Patrick thought about it for a while then answered, “No, I don’t think so. Mom just said she needed to get away from the city for a while and she liked the sound of this place. I’m not really sure.”
 
“So you don’t know anyone here at all?”
 
“No, not that I know of.”
 
“Yet people call you Kenny and are friendly to you even though you don’t have a clue who they are? Something’s fishy. Have you any ideas?”
 
“All I know is that there is something big going to happen on June 21st.”
 
“June 21st? That’s next week! What’s so special about the 21st?”
 
“Dunno. I heard this lady Mrs. Hoffman talking to my mom about it.”
 
“Ms. TRISHA Hoffman?”
 
“Yeah, I think that’s her name. She’s been hanging around the house a lot lately. Anyway, I heard them talking about it and when I asked them what was going on that day they got all funny and mom yelled at me for being nosey. Now every time my mom talks to someone in this town they immediately shut up if I come near.”
 
“Has anything else happened to you that seems a bit odd?”
 
“Like what?”
 
“Oh I don’t know, like maybe losing your clothes or something?”
 
Patrick laughed. “You crack me up. I think you are the only one I know that seems to have lost things. I heard you lost a horse too.”  
 
“Shut up.” I snapped giggling. “He ran away. I didn’t LOSE him.” We rounded the corner on the dirt road we had been walking on and my Granny’s farm came into view. “Well, I guess I had better say goodbye. Granny’s probably watching me out her window. I had a wonderful time. Thanks for the soda.”
 
“Sure. Maybe we can do this again sometime . . . that is if you want to. You’re kinda nice.”
 
“That would be wonderful. There’s not much to do around here so come over to call on me anytime.” Now came the awkward part. I stood there wondering if he was going to try and kiss me. “Oh PLEASE kiss me,” I begged silently to myself. He waited . . . I waited . . . he looked around . . . I leaned in a bit closer recalling what Danny had said about not being mechanical and to try to just let it happen. The anticipation was killing me! I wish he’d just DO IT! In my mind I screamed, “KISS ME, YOU IDIOT!”   
 
Alas, he just turned, waved a bit and said, “Well . . . I’ll see ya around,” And headed back down the road.
 
DAMN! I thought, I was THIS close to getting my first real kiss! I should have realized he wasn’t going to kiss me when earlier he turned away when he saw I was naked in the hall. He was the closest thing to a gentleman I had ever met. That was sort of nice, I guess. I smiled and reluctantly walked back towards the farm. “Damn! He should have kissed me!” Suddenly I had a thought and turned around and looked back at the road. He was doing the same thing! He was looking back at me! Well, at least I knew he liked me otherwise he wouldn’t have looked back
 
Upon entering the house I couldn’t find Granny anywhere. I checked the barn and called out for her but she didn’t seem to be around. I decided to use this time to try and find my suitcase. Now that I met this cute guy I definitely needed something better to wear than this T-shirt and a pair of shorts. I started looking in every room, checking every nook and cranny. That suitcase just HAD to be around here somewhere. The one place I hadn’t checked when I was looking the other day was Granny’s room.
 
I carefully entered and looked around. Her room smelled of “old” things; old perfume, old flowers and just a hint of mothballs and such. Her room was much different than the rest of the house. I checked her closet and found nothing of mine there. Then I spotted a large cedar chest at the foot of the bed. I opened it and saw a bunch of books, some quilts and a few old sweaters. I was about to close the chest back up again when a particular book caught my attention. It had a hand-carved ornate wooden book binding, which was very different. “Wow, that’s pretty,” I thought to myself as I picked it up.
 
I almost stopped breathing as I looked at the hand-carved cover. It said, “The Book of Katie!”
 
 
The Summer That Changed Everything! (reluctant exhibitionism, self-discovery.)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 12
 
My heart began pounding. Was this the clue I had been looking for? I suddenly felt a bit frightened like I was in real danger or something. I had this feeling of dread that if I was caught in here looking at this, something terrible might happen to me. If real-life spies had to go through this kind of stress I never want to be one!  Against my better judgment I carefully opened the book. On the first page was a picture of a little girl about 7 or 8 years old who looked a little like me. Except . . . it wasn’t me, or anybody that I even knew. No wonder people were calling me Katie, I thought. There was a resemblance of sorts. Under the picture was a handwritten title that simply said, “Katie.”
 
I turned the page and to my surprise there was picture of another little girl about the same age only she was definitely a different girl. She didn’t look at all like the little girl on the first page. Underneath her photo was the same inscription: “Katie.”  I began flipping through the pages and the entire book, except for a few blank pages in the back were filled with photos of different little girls all appearing about 7 or 8 years old and underneath each was the word: “Katie.”
 
Oh Granny has really lost it. She thinks EVERYBODY is a Katie! Well, that explains the Katie mystery, I thought. There’s no conspiracy, Granny is just confused. It’s so sad when people begin losing their memory as they get older. Someday doctors are going to have come up with a treatment for that Old-Timer’s disease. Oh well, I guess Danny was right. I just have an over-active imagination.  I started to feel better about things and began to relax a bit. Now if I could just find my suitcase! What in the heck did Granny do with it? I started to close the book when my whole body began to feel electrified – a tingling ran up and down my spine giving me the chills and Goosebumps popped up on my skin! I couldn’t believe it!  I hurriedly turned the pages again and it was true! EVERY GIRL was wearing the same straw hat with blue ribbons!! The same hat that Granny made for me the other day! Oh this was no coincidence. Granny wasn’t confused – these pictures were posed. I was more confused than ever!
 
Just then I heard the porch door open and Granny call out, “Katie, are you back yet?”
 
I literally threw the book back in the cedar chest closed the lid and ran into the hallway. That’s the last thing I need was for Granny to catch me in her room going through her things! “I’m back here, Granny,” I called out as I headed toward my bedroom.  “I’m in my room.” 
 
I waited a few moments then I came out of my door stretching my arms in the air like I had been taking a nap. Granny was standing at the end of the hall looking at me. Did she see me leave her room? I wondered. She just stood there watching me as I headed towards her. OMG! She saw me, I thought. I’m screwed. I tried hard to hide the fact that I was scared out of my wits.
 
“So you ARE back. Have a nice time with what’s his name in town?”
 
“Oh . . . yeah, it was fun. I had a root beer float. It sure cooled me off. Thanks for letting me go.”
 
She looked at me, then around behind me as if she was suspicious of something. Oh gosh, here it comes! I’m in for it now.
 
“You aren’t hiding anything from me, are you, Katie?”
 
“Hiding? Um . . . what do you mean, Granny?”
 
“That boy isn’t in your bedroom is he? I’ll skin him alive if he is!” she said as she forcefully marched toward my room.
 
“No Grandma! There’s no one back there, honest. I would NEVER . . .”
 
“Just checking,” she said as she looked in my room. “I don’t trust boys.”
 
She then gave me a playful wink and invited me into the kitchen to help her prepare supper. WHEW! That was close!
 
The next few days were boring as all get out. Nothing happened. I mean no one called on me. By no one I mean, Patrick. I wanted desperately to tell him about what I had found. Of course I also wanted to see him again. So far he had been the only bright spot of my stay so far.
 
Granny had me learning how to hoe weeds in the garden. What a hot and disgusting job! Surely there had to be a better way to grow vegetables. And milking the cow – I had always thought you just yanked on the cow’s teats and milk came out into the bucket. I had no idea what a chore it was. It sure looked easy on those TV movies. Each night I had to hand-wash my only T-shirt and pair of shorts. Despite my best attempts at trying to keep my only clothes clean, it was darned near impossible on this farm.
 
Another day passed with the same old mundane, monotonous chores. What did Granny see in this lifestyle? The worst part was that June 21st was getting ever closer and I still had no idea what was going on or what was supposed to happen. 
 
Finally I decided to take things into my own hands. I needed to get away from the farm – even if it was just a little walk. I was hoping that I would accidentally run into Patrick walking about as it sure didn’t seem like he was going to call on me at the farm.  I decided to walk down to the lake. I was pretty sure I could find that place without any trouble. “Who knows, I might even see a few naked boys again,” I thought to myself.  No such luck. The lake was deserted. I sat on a rock tossing pebbles into the water and tried to sort things out in my mind. After about an hour had passed, I returned back home. The worst part was that I didn’t see Patrick on the walk back either!
 
The next day I did the same thing and once again the lake was deserted. Still the water was inviting. Sitting there I tried to make sense out of the “Katie “book I had found in Granny’s cedar chest but I grew frustrated at not being able to figure it out. Then my mind began to wander. I recalled my little “date” with Patrick and the feelings I had being the only girl naked at the dinner party at Miss Amy’s. I began to get aroused as my mind drifted into my fantasy world. I wasn’t sure how long I sat there but when I came to my senses it was starting to get dark so I once again scurried back to the farm. 
 
That night I had a dream after dream about my previous naked horseback ride. It was all so vivid, so arousing that when I suddenly woke up I was soaked down below. Three days of wearing clothes and doing boring farm work was beginning to frustrate me. I needed a distraction. That afternoon was even hotter than the previous couple of days and weeding the garden just about did me in. I told Granny I was going for a walk to cool off.
 
Upon arriving at the lake it was once again deserted. I was the only one there. I sat on my fantasy rock and looked at the water. Then I started getting those old familiar sensations down below – just like I did the day of my horseback ride. “I’m going to do it!” I shouted out loud. I started taking off my shirt and unzipped my shorts. I was going to skinny-dip!! Heck if the boys can do it so can I. Besides, there hasn’t been anyone here for days, I told myself trying to boost my confidence. It was a crazy thing to do, I know, but I just HAD to see what it was like. I needed to relive that excitement and thrill that I felt when I was on Old Smokey!
 
I nervously looked around as I folded up my clothes and put them on the rock I had been sitting on. It’s funny how your senses go into overdrive when you’re naked in a place you’re not supposed to be! Satisfied that I was indeed alone, I walked to the water’s edge and put my foot in. It was nice! Not too cold and not too warm.  I waded in so that the water was up to my knees. What a great feeling compared to the unrelenting heat I had been experiencing the last few days.  Finally I just dove in and began to swim around. It was heavenly! I LOVED the feeling of the water as it caressed my private body parts. “THIS ROCKS,” I squeaked with pleasure!
 
I swam and splashed and swam some more. I did pirouettes in the water like a graceful ballerina and fingered myself in that most special of places. Oh, THIS is what I have been missing! It all felt so sensual, so wonderful and yet so natural and healthful. I lost myself in a myriad of pleasing thoughts and emotions. I imagined myself swimming like this with Patrick – equally naked of course. What a wonderful thought that was!! I tried to imagine what he might look like naked and got a rush of warmth and excitement at what was appearing in my mind’s eye as I squiggled in the moisture nature had provided.
 
Oh I could learn to LOVE this place, I thought as I drifted along floating on my back, eyes closed to the world and all its troubles and stress. Peace and tranquility. Peace and tranquility. That’s what’s missing in the big city. Peace and tranquility. Why do people have to be so uptight about everything? Why can’t they all just relax and go with the flow?
 
I drifted along floating aimlessly for quite some time. It was pure bliss. I know I sound like a broken record but unless you’ve experienced this for yourself - which I wholeheartedly encourage you to do - it’s hard to accurately describe the feelings I was having.        
 
Finally I decided I had better get out so that I could dry off in the sun before getting dressed and heading back to the farm. I dropped my body back into the water and rubbed my eyes and then turned around to swim back to my favorite rock.
 
OMFG!!!!  BOYS!!!! There were FIVE, no, make that SIX teenage boys standing by my rock looking at me. Worse, there was Andy Simpson, the boy I had teased at Miss Amy’s. He was holding my clothes waving them tauntingly at my face!
 
 
The Summer That Changed Everything! (reluctant exhibitionism, self-discovery.)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 13
 
I screamed and ducked down into the water to try and cover myself as much as possible. I could hear the boys all laughing and carrying on. “Look! It’s a mermaid!” one of the boys jeered. “I wonder if it has a fishy tail” Joked another.
 
“LEAVE ME ALONE!” I screamed after my head popped back up above the water so I could breathe. “GET OUT OF HERE YOU PERVERTS AND LEAVE ME BE!”
 
There was more laughter from the boys and several made comments about my body. Obviously they had been there a while and had seen everything as I floated around the lake with my eyes closed oblivious to what was going on around me. What an IDIOT I had been!
 
They just stood there laughing and taunting me.
 
“I’ll tell . . .” I said threateningly, trying to bluff my way out of this.
 
“Tell what?” the tall boy said. “That we saw you swimming in the lake naked? Go on. Tell if you want to. It will be YOU that gets into trouble. Girls aren’t supposed to be swimming naked, ya know.” His comment made all the other boys giggle all the more.
 
Obviously I had to try another tack. “Look, you’ve had your fun. Now could you just leave me alone? Why don’t you take a walk and after I get dressed maybe we can meet up somewhere and hang out for a while. You seem like nice boys.”
 
They obviously thought my suggestion was hysterical! “Look, we don’t care if you come out and get dressed, do we fellas?” mocked another boy. “Why should we have to take a walk? Just get dressed then we can hang out right here.”
 
“No, thank you.” I said smugly. ”I think I’ll just stay here. You can’t hang around forever. Besides I’m in the cool water and you’re out in the hot and humid sun. I can outlast you. You’ll get sunburned for sure.”
 
“We could always jump in and join you for a nice swim. Maybe play a nice game of Marco Polo. Hmmmm?”
 
“You wouldn’t dare!” I snapped back.
 
“Yeah,” Andy Simpson said. “Maybe we could all strip off and go skinny-dipping with you. That’d be fun, huh?”
 
 
The thought of six naked boys frolicking in the water rubbing up against me and doing who knows what was not something I wanted to have happen. “IF YOU DO I’LL SCREAM!” Andy gave me an evil grin and started to take his shirt off while the others made hooting noises. “YOU KEEP YOUR CLOTHES ON ANDY SIMPSON!” Of course that comment made all the boys howl all the more.
 
“Okay, we’ll keep our pants on and we’ll just watch you as you come out and get dressed. How’s that?”
 
“Not just no, but HELL NO!”  I crossed my arms around my chest and pelvis and held them there for dear life just in case they could see my body through the water.
 
“Well, if you don’t want to get dressed then maybe you don’t need these clothes.” Then turning to towards the other boys asked, “Any of you guys have a pocket knife?”
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“You leave my clothes alone, you creep!”  I was really starting to panic as those were my only clothes I had left!! If that moron ruined them I’d have nothing else to wear and if Patrick came calling . . .” my thoughts trailed off as the gravity of what I had just said sunk in! OMG! I’d have to hide the rest of the summer!   “Why don’t you guys grow up and just leave . . . please? Don’t you have other things to do besides harassing a defenseless girl?
 
“Not really. This is better than anything else we could be doing. How often do we get to see a naked girl up close and personal?”
 
“Well, you’re not going to see this one so you might as well just move on.”
 
“Oh I’m sure we will get to see you naked up close and we won’t have to do anything for that to happen either, right guys?”
 
The boys all nodded their heads and another said, “I think it’s almost time, don’t you?”
 
“What do you mean almost time?”
 
ANDY arrogantly put my clothes back down on my favorite rock and they all stepped away. “It shouldn’t be long.” With that, I saw all the boys reach into their pockets and take out their cell phones pointing them at me. I started to get really nervous. What was he up to? I wondered.
 
He was just bluffing, I thought to myself. Well, two can play at this game. “Go ahead and wait all you want. I’m staying put.” 
 
“Suit yourself.” Andy replied almost nonchalantly.
 
I continued to crouch in the water as the boys all began looking around the lake, almost as if they were ignoring me and were searching the shore. “What are you playing at?” I finally asked, my curiosity getting the best of me.
 
“You’re new around here so you don’t know.”
 
“Know what?”
 
Andy smiled and said, “Well, you’ve seen us swimming here before. We know you have. Did you ever wonder why we only stay a little while then leave?”
 
“Um . . . no, it never crossed my mind. I could care less about your schedules.”
 
“It’s just that about this time every day the snakes come out of the tress over there and drop into the lake. I sure wouldn’t want to be in there when that happens.”
 
“SNAKES?!!!!” I screamed as I looked around in a panic. “There aren’t any snakes out here . . . are there?”
 
“THERE’S ONE NOW! BEHIND YOU” another boy said excitedly as he pointed over my shoulder. “I SEE ONE TOO,” a third boy chimed in.
 
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I yelled in a panic as I literally ran for shore. Naked or not I wasn’t about to swim with snakes. I HATE snakes!!!
 
The boys were all hooting and hollering as I reached the shore and every single one of them were taking my picture. I ran for the rock and was just about to pick up my clothes when Andy snatched them away before I could get to them.  I chased him and a game of keep-away ensued. I ran this way and he ran that way. He taunted me with my stuff waving it teasingly in my face just out of reach. Meanwhile all the other boys were taking pictures and holding their phones close to my most intimate of places and making movies. Every time I lunged for my shirt I knew my boobs were flying wildly which made the other boys all joke about it.
 
“Look at her tits!”
 
“What a cute butt she has! Gotta get a picture of that!”
 
I fell right into their trap and the more I chased Andy the more opportunities I was making for humiliating pictures. I decided to just drop to my knees and cover myself as best I could.
 
Realizing that his fun was over and I wasn’t going to play his game anymore, Andy waved the others to him. “See you later, sucker!” he yelled as the boys all scattered leaving me naked watching my only set of clothes disappearing in that creep’s hand!!
 
“Great! Just Great!” I scolded myself.  I very carefully looked around at the water for several minutes and seeing absolutely nothing I cursed my stupidity again, “There aren’t any snakes in that lake! They tricked me!” Never underestimate the creativity of a bunch of horny boys. “Now what am I going to do?”  Unfortunately there was only one thing left to do. I had to go back to the farm. I had no idea what I was going to tell Granny. Maybe she’d be in one of her confusion-fogs and not notice. I could only hope.
 
The walk back was humiliating. How could I have been such an idiot?
 
I was so depressed that when I reached the farm I just walked into the house as if there was nothing the matter. I didn’t care. There was nothing I could do about it anyway.  “Lose something again, dearie?” Granny asked with a wry smile.
 
“It’s a long story,” I sighed and just kept walking to my room. Mercifully she never even asked anything else.
 
The next morning I slept in. I just didn’t feel like doing anything. I just sulked, moping about in my bed. The most depressing thing was that in two days it was going to be the 21st and I STILL had no idea what was going on. Part of me was convinced that there was something weird taking place in this town and I was in the middle of it and another part of me, the skeptical part, thought that maybe it was just all in my imagination. It was so frustrating!! Before long I heard Granny coming down the hall heading towards my room.  That’s all I needed was for her to prod me into doing the gardening again.
 
Instead she poked her through my doorway and said, “Friend of yours at the door . . . found your lost stuff.” She gave me another wry, knowing smile and left without saying another word.
 
Oh whoop-de-doo. Andy decided to humiliate me some more by bringing my clothes back in front of my Granny, the clothes THAT HE STOLE! Well I had some news for him!  I grabbed the sheet off my bed, wrapped it around me and hurried down the hallway.
 
“You know, this is getting to be a habit,” the voice at the door said.
 
“PATRICK!!!!!”
 
He laughed as he handed me my clothes.
 
“Don’t ask.” I said anticipating his next question. I then leaned in through the door next to his ear and whispered, “Listen, do me a favor, wait a few seconds and ask me into town for breakfast.”
 
“What? I don’t have any money with me,” he whispered back.
 
“Don’t worry about it. Just ASK me, okay? I need to talk with you. It’s important but I can’t do it here. Say it loud enough for Granny to hear?”
 
“But . . .”
 
“JUST DO IT!”
 
“Alright, alright.” He said a bit put out.  He waited several moments as I stood there pretending to be talking with him. He then spoke out in a loud voice, “Say Katie, I was wondering could I treat you to breakfast in town?”
 
 
 
 
The Summer That Changed Everything! (reluctant exhibitionism, self-discovery.)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 14
 
 
“Why I’d LOVE to go to Breakfast with you, Patrick,” I said in my most convincing voice loud enough for Granny to hear.
 
“Hold on there,” Granny yelled from the kitchen. “I’ve got breakfast cooking.”
 
“But Granny,” I pleaded, “I eat breakfast with you every day. It’s not often I get to eat out.”
 
Granny came into the room wiping her hands on her apron. She looked at me wrapped in my sheet, then glanced at Patrick and then gave me a wry smile. “You payin’ boy?”
 
“Yes ma’am.”
 
Granny appeared to mull it over for a few minutes then said, “Okay, dearie, you can go but the sheet stays here.”
 
My mouth dropped open and I was shocked at what I thought she was implying. She couldn’t have meant she wanted me to go naked like I did at the dinner party!! She just COULDN’T have meant that! We all stood speechless for several moments before I started to panic. Patrick’s face told me that he was keenly aware that I was naked under the sheet and had a look of both shock and delight. My Grandmother had that serious deadpan expression she always had making it impossible to tell what she was thinking. “Granny, I can’t go into town . . .”
 
“It’s a good thing you bought her clothes back young man.” Granny said with a huge grin and a playful wink. Then she returned to the kitchen. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. Was Granny just testing me, I wondered?  Would she have let me go wearing absolutely nothing if I had just given her back her precious bed sheet?! As crazy as that sounds, I wasn’t sure. In fact, I wasn’t sure of anything anymore which is why I desperately needed to talk to Patrick.
 
I excused myself and ran back to my bedroom, changed into my only set of clothes and quickly headed out the door with my reluctant breakfast date. As soon as we were out of earshot and walking down the now familiar dirt road, Patrick exploded. “Care to tell me what that was all about? I don’t mind going out with you but I should at least be the one to ask, don’t you think?”
 
“I’m sorry. I really am. I just couldn’t explain with Granny nearby. I have to talk with you. It’s really important. Let’s find a shady place further up the road and I’ll explain everything.” Patrick, bless his heart, was a trusting soul and didn’t push the issue further. I was really beginning to fall for this guy in a big way. The more I had a chance to see how he handled himself in stressful situations the more I admired his character. From my experience the boys I knew seldom displayed much of that back at school. Of course, it didn’t hurt that he was like majorly cute, either.
 
To my surprise, Patrick took hold of my hand as we walked along, which made my heart flutter a bit. This was the second time I had a boy holding my hand and it made me feel very special. We were almost to town when I spotted a nice place off the road a ways with several downed tree trunks that we could sit on. I pointed to the spot and said, “That place looks nice. Let’s talk over there.”
 
“So what’s this all about?” he asked before we even sat down.
 
“Remember the other day when you took me out for an ice cream soda and we talked about how people here were always calling you Kenny and everybody was calling me Katie?”
 
“Yeah, so?”
 
“Well, after you took me home, Granny wasn’t around so I began looking for my suitcase . . .”
 
“Suitcase? Why are you leaving?”
 
“No, no, never mind. It’s a long story . . . anyway I was looking through Granny’s Cedar chest and I found this book with a wooden cover that said, ‘The Book of Katie’ on the front. When I looked inside I found a bunch of photographs of little girls about 7 or 8 years old and underneath each picture was the inscription, ‘Katie.’
 
“Well that’s it then. Your Granny has officially lost her marbles. She just a confused old lady who thinks every girl in town is named Katie. You said she was suffering from Old-Timer’s disease, didn’t you? So what’s the big deal?”
 
“That’s what I thought at first; then I looked closer at the pictures. The big deal is that ALL of the girls were wearing the same straw hat that I was wearing at Miss Amy’s dinner party the other day.”
 
All the color ran out of Patrick’s face and he got this blank look as he stared off into the distance.
 
“Patrick, did you hear me? I said they all were wearing the same straw hat.”  He just sat there quietly like he was in a stupor or something. “Patrick?  PATRICK? Are you listening to me?” It was like he had fallen asleep. Surely he wasn’t bored with me already, was he? “PATRICK,” I yelled as I poked his arm forcefully.
 
“Um . . . sorry . . . did you say STRAW hats?”
 
“Yes, so you WERE listening after all.”
 
“Did they have a blue ribbon above the brim?”
 
“Yes – a blue ribbon around it and two long tails that hung down in the back. Hey!  I thought you said you didn’t see me at Miss Amy’s. How did you know about the ribbon?”
 
“I didn’t. It’s just that . . . well . . . yesterday, Danny’s mother brought one over for me to wear on the 21st and it had a blue ribbon around it. I told my mom that I thought it was stupid but she and Danny’s mom told me that it was very ‘country-looking’ and that I’d blend in. Mom insisted that I was going to wear it.”
 
“GOSH!  That’s spooky.”
 
“Maybe, but it still could just be a coincidence.”
 
“A coincidence?!” I exclaimed. “You call the two of us getting the same straw hats just like those girls in the Book of Katie and then everybody in town calling us by the wrong names – even by people we don’t know, all treating us like they’ve known us all their lives . . . you call THAT a COINCIDENCE?”
 
“Well . . . . Okay, it’s spooky.”
 
I laughed as he was obviously tickled at my logic. “So did you figure out anything more about what’s supposed to be happening on the 21st? I think whatever it is the two of us are right in the middle of it.”
 
“Of what?”
 
“Of whatever ‘IT’ is.”
 
We sat in silence as we both tried to figure things out. I was very grateful for Patrick supporting me. At least I wasn’t alone in this – that somebody else was as confused as I was. Somehow that reassured me that I wasn’t going wacko.
 
Then that scary tingling sensation began running up my spine again as I had a terrible thought. “Hey, Patrick . . .” I said nervously breaking the silence. “I’m curious about something. How did you find my clothes – both times actually? I mean Andy Simpson just stole them from me yesterday and here you show up at my door early this morning with them in your hands. That’s seems odd to me that you would just stumble across them both times accidentally. Tell me the truth. Are you in on this somehow?”
 
Patrick took hold of my hand and looked directly in my eyes and said, “Honestly, Anna, I really have no idea what’s going on here. I’m as in the dark as you are. Please believe me. I like you way too much to do anything to jeopardize our friendship – HONEST! I’m really telling you the truth.”
 
My womanly intuition was beginning to send out alarm bells in my head. This boy was beginning to look like all the others I knew back home and I really didn’t want that to be the case.  I really had a major crush on him. He just COULDN’T be such a jerk. I just had to find out if he was lying. “So, if that’s true. Old Buddy, how DID you find my clothes? And . . . how did you know that they were even mine the first time you brought them to me? If you had found them totally by accident they could have belonged to anybody and being new in town for such a short time you would have had no idea where to even begin looking if you weren’t somehow involved. Answer me that if you can.”
 
Patrick didn’t miss a beat. “That’s easy to answer. Danny told me where to look and who they belonged to.”
 
“WHAT??!!”
 
“Yeah, that’s right. The first time she told me she was when she was with her mom when they came over to visit. And then yesterday she stopped by for just a second and told me you had your clothes stolen and told me where to find them. She said she knew I liked you and that I could get in good with you if I went out of my way and brought them back to you this morning. So, I did. They were right where she said they be too. Her directions were pretty easy to follow.”
 
I couldn’t believe my ears!! DANNY? Danny was in on this? I firmly grabbed ahold of both his shoulders and asked, “Are you sure? I mean, how can I trust you? You’re probably just saying this to keep from getting in trouble.”
 
“No I’m not. I can prove I’m telling you the truth.” He then began digging into the front pocket of his jeans and pulled out a piece of wadded up paper. ”Here,” he said as he handed the paper to me. “This is the note from Danny with the directions on how to find your stuff. I used it this morning to get to where they were left.”
 
I hurriedly opened the paper and sure enough it had very simplified directions written in a girl’s handwriting. “OH THAT DOES IT!” I snapped as I grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet and began scurrying down the road literally dragging him along.   
 
“Hey! Where are we going/”
 
“To see Danny! Oh she’s in sooooooo much trouble.”
 
End of Part 2
 

 


 
 

 

   
(The End)