The Best Thing 3

By Elixir Soup

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We began second grade at the local elementary school the next day. I stood outside on the sidewalk in front of my house, waiting for the bus in my best dress, sandals, and ribbon in my long ebony hair, though this time it was tied into a low-set braid. My backpack was strapped to my back and my lunchbox was in my hands, both depicting Mexican cartoon characters. I felt... incredibly nervous. I'd only ever been homeschooled back in Mexico. Public school would be a new and scary experience. I would being facing many unknowns and humans are naturally afraid of the unknown.

I felt a soft, gentle hand on my shoulder. I whirled around, and I'm shocked, not by who it is, but by what they're wearing.

It was you, Arden. But you're wearing clothes. Actual clothes! A long white T-shirt was on your upper body, and I can only assume shorts underneath that the T-shirt covered, as well as a pair of sandals.

"Hiya, Rosie! Fancy us going to the same school, huh?"

I'm so overjoyed, I'm at a loss for words. I'd have one friend in second grade already! Hopefully that would keep some of the bullies I've heard about away. You were thinner than me, but taller. Hopefully you could defend me like the naked knight you were.

Wow, that was a weird thought. I shook it from my head. I felt bad not saying anything to you, but you smile at me and give me a nod. I realize for the second time that you know what I want to say, what I'm feeling, thinking, without me needing to say it.

The bus pulled up and you climbed on board ahead of me, and it's only then I noticed... I was wrong.

You weren't wearing shorts under your T-shirt. You weren't wearing anything under your T-shirt, save for the sandals! I could distinctly see the lower half of your buns and your thingy swing between your legs as you climbed up the steep bus steps. Blushing a deep scarlet, I climbed the bus after you. I payed no heed to the bus driver, nor any of the other kids on the bus. I followed you, or rather, the sight of the lowest points of your bum peeking out from the bottom hem of your shirt at the apex of each step. I followed you to a seat in the back and almost sat on your lap, but stopped myself and sat next to you. When the sight of the tiniest slivers of your bum wee gone from my bespectacled vision, I came to and found we were sitting in the back of the bus and were the only two back there. Then you did something that absolutely shocked me.

At first I thought you wee stretching... But then I saw your t-shirt rise. My eyes locked on your thingy and I assume I would be playing peekaboo with it for the entire bus ride. But the shirt didn't come down. I lookedup just in time to see a clean white garment hit me in the face.

"Mind holding that for me, Rosie?" I heard you ask as if it was an everyday phrase.

I pulled the white cotton cloth from my face and my jaw droped. My glasses fogged up if I recall correctly, though it might have been my vivid imagination.

You were naked as I had always seen you, but it was... different. We were in a public place. A moving vehicle, filled with windows and kids our age. At any moment, a little boy, or worse, a little girl, nay, one of our future classmates, could turn around and see you naked except for a pair of childish cartoon sandals...

"Buh... I... D-Dih yoo-" I stammered, but again, I don't need to say a word.

"Don't worry, Rosie. We're in the back of the bus. No one will look back here. And if they do, they won't care. Just hang onto my shirt for me. I'll put it back on when we reach school." You explained.

My face exploded into the complexion of a tomato, and I got a sudden urge... A very naughty urge...

What if... I tossed your shirt out the window? Or maybe tossed it into the columns of kids ahead of us? You might be forced to be naked all day for my own fascinated ogling...

I shook my head of such a filthy, downright cruel thought. Little did I know one day you would be forcing me into the very same situations I had just considered putting you in and we would call it dates. But the fact remained, I had an urge to do something horrid and perverted, and now I couldn't get it out of my head. I needed to do something, just to stave off the urge to act on such an impulse.

So, following my next instinct, when you were looking out the window, I brought your shirt to my head and buried my face in its soft cotton and your lingering body heat. A deep inhale and my nose was flooded with your scent... Your inmistakable, musky scent. It would be the first of many times I would inhale one of your personal belongings like a teenaged male would do with his girlfriend's panties. When you eventually found out I was doing it, when I did it to your pillow on the day you showed me your room... You found it cute. Imagine, cute that I had a perverted aroma-fetish like some teenaged boy sniffing panties. It wouldn't take long before you were allowing me to take home what little articles of clothing you had in your possession. I would bury my face in them to take in your delectable aroma like some kind of stalker longing for her prey, even though I was already yours and...

But I'm getting ahead of myself. I removed my face from your shirt hastily and bundled the white cotton garmemt up in my dress-covered lap, praying to whatever deity was up there that no one would look in the back of the bus and see you n-naked...

I swear I saw the bus driver look in her mirror, but she just smiled and returned her eyes to the road...

To my shock, a girl, a little blonde one in a ponytail, turned to look around, her eyes widening when they settled on you. My palms got sweaty and my mouth got dry. Is this the end for my only friend?

She turned to the child sitting next to her, an Asian girl with short, dark brown hair. She turned around, eyes widening as well. They whispered something to each other I couldn't make out and when I turned to you, you're looking right at them... and smiling. You gave them a wave and to my surprise, they waved back. Giggling to each other, they returned to facing forward and gave neither of us any mind for the rest of the ride.

I turned to look at you in bewilderment. Did what I saw happen really happen? Like you did on the first day we met, did you charm those two girls on first sight?

You just gave me a goofy grin. “That’s my friend from last year, Kelly,” you explained, then returned to looking out the window.

I would later learn that this was all part of your family's philosophy as nudists and exhibtionists. If you were the only one naked and you acted like you weren’t naked, no one would notice you were naked. In the chance they did, they wouldn't treat you as such. For you, this went a step further: Every girl who saw you act so casual while naked in public just seemed to become another member of your fan club. Needless to say, this philosophy of not acting like you were the only one naked when you really were was a problem for me when I finally decided to join you in your nudity. I was so shy, so self-conscious, and my body so different, that it seemed like everyone was staring at me. That feeling would hit me even when you were the only one eyeing me with your beautiful eyes, your well-endowed penis slowly growing at the sight of all my exposed skin. I never quite got over the embarrassment of being naked in public with you, even to this day, but you claimed that made your forced exposure games you played on me against my will all the more fun for you. I admit, it took me many years after they began to admit that... I enjoyed them too.

The bus arrived at school after a bus ride consisting me on high alert and constant lookout that seemed to last an eternity. You offered your hand for your shirt back, which I gave freely, though I had yet another, smaller urge to play keep-away with it, which I successfully resisted with only a blush on my face to prove the thought's existence. We climbed off the bus, me sticking close behind you. Many times, I accidentaly bumped your bare arm and I was acutely reminded of how secretly and very nude you were under your shirt. As you walked into school, I felt another naughty thought, one to flip your shirt in front of that group of fifth grade girls...

Unlike the first time, that impulsive urge was not quelled by a lesser urge, nor by my own self-control like the second time, but by an outside force. I felt a breeze on my thighs and whirled around to see the back of my skirt lifted incredibly high. It seemed a student from the third or fourth grade level had used a plastic hook on a rod to lift my skirt. I yelped in fright, surprise, and embarrassment.

"Hey, cartoon undies!" He declared, eliciting laughs from everyone on the front grounds of the school.

To his surprise, and mine as well, the older boy yelped as a hand grasped the wrist holding his explosure tool in a vicegrip. I turned and saw it was you, but... you're different.

Your eyes, normally the color of a calm, clear sky, were turbulent and violent. Your hair, normally as soft and shaggy as sunflower petals, seemed raised and spikey like a dog or cat with its ears back. You seemed taller, bigger. I swear I saw muscles in your arm that I never noticed before, even when we played together. Most of all, the look on your face... Pure, unbridled, animalistic anger. It was the first time you ever defended me, though it wouldn't be the last.

"Ow! Man, what's your problem? Leggo a' my wrist!" The boy cried, but your grip remained like steel. The boy was forced to drop his tool as his wrist went through higher levels of pain. I noticed the veins in your arm appearing as your grip slowly tightened.

"Arden? A-Are you okay?" I asked you, afraid not for my safety, but the safety of the perverted upperclassmen.

You let go of his wrist, the boy dropping to his rear while rubbing his abused appendage, where I clearly saw a bruise forming. And just like that, the thunderclouds were gone and clear skies prevailed. You turned to me, a big smile on your face that even showed in your eyes.

"Are you okay, Rosie?" You asked, your voice as exuberant and cheerful as I always remembered.

"Um... Y-Yes," is all I could say, shocked and, I must admit, fascinated by the first appearance of what I later dubbed your Hero Mode.

"Good! Stick close to me. We're heading to class."

You reached for my wrist. Remembering the boy you just vicegripped, I expected pain, but...

Your hand clasped mine instead and I felt only warmth and gentleness. You led me like a delicate lamb through a pasture up to the school's front doors and... I could't help but feel like I was in absolutely no danger whenever I was around you.

Hero Mode... Your alter-ego. Appearing whenever anyone did anything to harm or distress me, this was probably the tamest of its emergences. Later in our lives... You wouldn't have let that boy's wrist go so easily. Many times I began to cry, and right before that first tear reached the ground... You were there to save me, as if through some kind of bizarre sixth sense. You would eventually tell me... You were the only one allowed to make me cry, and only through tears of joy. Anyone other than you who made me cry... was scum.

You led me into the school, where a teacher gathered the seven years olds to escort us to the classroom. I was still on a high from having witnessed my own Naked Knight saving me, but as it began to die down, I gradually began to remember that you were, in fact, not wearing anything underneath your shirt. I spent the rest of the walk to the second grade classrooms staring at your rear, playing peekaboo with the bottom edges of your bum cheeks... It was a fascinating game that left me blushing from my ears to my collarbones.

We arranged the desks around in a circle and began to introdue ourselves, a sort of game the teacher decided to use to help us get to know each other. I was too shy to say anything, but... You answered for me, much to the teacher's dismay. You already knew just about all there was about me, so I didn't mind. Especially since everything you said was true. It was what I would've said anyway had I worked up the courage.

The teacher begans going over what we’d be learning this year. My desk was right behind yours, giving me a splendid view of your butt cheeks through the gap in the back of the chair. I wondered if it was some divine prank that I got that seat. A blonde girl next to your seat leaned in to whisper to you. I recognized her as Kelly from the bus.

"Nice to be in the same class again this year, Arden!" She greeted.

“Same to you, Kelly!” You replied, grinning at her.

"Are you really not wearing undies under your shirt to school again?" The blonde asked, grinning like the idea excited her.

"You bet! See?" My eyes widened as you turned in your chair to lift your shirt and show her. Kelly reacted like Christmas just came early. I couldn’t help but notice her bright blue eyes and lightly freckled face. I felt ugly by comparison.

“What is that thing?” A tiny voice came from next to me. I looked to see it was the other girl from the bus. Her short, dark brown hair was decorated with a hairband, her hazel eyes staring with wide-eyed wonder right at your crotch.

“Heh! This is Heejung. She wasn’t in our class last year and never got a good look at you at reccess, Arden,” Kelly explained, casting Heejung a mischevous look.

"Hi, Heejung! This's a thingy. Girls have them too, but theirs are on the inside."

"Really? It's so weird... C-Can I touch it?" Heejung asked, unsure.

"I don't see why not. Go ahead." You explained.

“No!”

My outburst drew the attention of the teacher, who shot me a glare. I settled into my seat while your fangirls disbanded to return their attention to the board. I was mortified.

The rest of the class was spent ogling your butt while struggling to pay attention to the teacher. At lunch, I insisted on talking your ear off and shot glares at any girl who walked up to talk to you. I decided I’d have to protect you from people like that.

At Recess, my plan, sadly, epicly failed. Overjoyed to be playing outside with you, we climbed onto the monkey bars and you told me you could hang upside down for hours without getting sick. I dared you to do so, and predictably, your shirt fell down to your chest.

Nearly all the first graders, second graders, and third graders saw your thing haning upside down. Only the kindergarteners, fourth graders, and fifth graders were spared because their recess was at a different time.

You seemed completely oblivious to the students pointing and laughing at you. I blushed like mad and couldn't believe my eyes. You lowered your arms to the ground and to my further shock, your shirt fell completely off you and landed in the wood chips at the bottom of the monkey bars, illiciting more laughter from the boys and quite the blushing from the girls, though not as strong as my blush.

As I stared at your hanging thing, so bizarre and fascinating. I felt a surprisingly strong breeze and noticed your shirt blowing away. Oh, no... I tried to dive for the shirt, but it seemed a higher power had it out for me.

You fell. On me.

I have no clue how we ended up in the position., but your face was buried in my upturned skirt, nose in my special spot, your breath going through my panties. And your... your thing... it was... it was right in my face!

It was hanging directly directly in my face and as I breathed on it, it did that thing it does. It got longer, straighter, stiffer, and as I felt it press up against my nose and lips, harder! I... I couldn't take it anymore. I suddenly felt my entire body go through some kind of mini tremor. A teacher ran over to pull me off your naked body.

"What’s going on, you two? Are you hurt?" The male aid, and by my luck, the only male aid in the school, asked me.

"Mr. Wilson, Arden’s shirt fell off on the monkey bars.” The boy said this like it was normal!

"Is this true?" Mr. Wilson asked.

You nodded, totally unashamed as you stood there completely naked in front of three grade levels. You were barefoot, too. You took your sandals off to climb the monkey bars, but they were nowhere to be seen. I glanced around to look for your shirt and saw Kelly trying to give Heejung a high five that she refused to reciprocate.

"I see... Well then, I best take you both to the office. Arden needs a chance of clothes and you might be hurt from the spill, young lady."

I spent the next two hours or so sitting in a chair in front of the school principal's office next to you. You were totally naked, something I didn’t think I would ever get used to seeing.

I sat with my hands desperately trying to cover my Mexican cartoon undies, but I kept stealing glances at you, naked in the chair next to me. You didn't seem to care that you had been naked on the school playground, waltzed through the hallways to the office naked, and three-sixths of the student body had just seen you in your undressed state. It just baffled me!

The school hadn’t acted like this was a big idea. The students were amused and the faculty were calm and collected about your nudity. I assumed maybe nudity was less of an issue in the United States than it was in Mexico. What few students in the hallways saw us grinned. Males complimented you for the "gutsy stunt you pulled" and the girls for your "bravery and handsomeness.”

"Hey, Arden, right?" A voice spoke.

I turned to see a black boy addressesing you. He had glasses over his gray eyes and as I looked downward I saw he was in a wheelchair.

“Hi, Eric!” You greeted him. You must have known him.

" I saw what happened on the playground. I found your sandals for you. When I saw Kelly steal your shirt, I grabbed them before she could steal them, too." Eric told you, smiling pleasantly. He reached into a satchel on his wheelchair and removed the sandals, handing them to you.

"Thanks, Eric! Mom would be mad if I lost my sandals. What can I do to repay you?"

"Just stay you, Arden. Just stay you,” he said, grinning.

"Sure thing, Eric!"

I felt an odd burning feeling in my chest... Was it... jealousy? I mean, I tried to grab for your shirt. Was I feeling jealous that I failed to save your shirt while Eric succeeded in saving your sandals?

Jealousy leads us to do crazy things. "H-Here!"

You turned to me, quirking an eyebrow. "Uh... Rosie?"

"Wear these,” I instructed, holding out my panties for you. I dared not meet your gaze, though. “You... shouldn't have to be naked because of Kelly."

"Oh. Thanks, Rosie,” you said. When you gently took them from my hand, I turned to see you miling at me.

Eric smiled at me as well. “Looks like ya got another good friend, Arden. What is it with you and the ladies?” Turning himself around, Eric wheeled himself away, chuckling to himself.

I blushed at that, my hands desperately clutching my dress now that I wasn’t wearing anything under it. When I chanced a glance at you, you were slipping my panties on over your penis. You smiled at me in what I could’ve sworn was pride. I couldn’t help but notice your penis growing bigger and harder in the cartoon-printed cotton.

For losing my panties and havint to be sent home on the first day of school, I endured a bare-bottom spanking from my mother right in the middle of the school office. She took you and I home in her car at the request of your own mother, who wasn't at all mad, saying your first day of second grade was a lot like your older brothers and sisters first days of all their other elementay school years... I was not given any replacement panties until we got home.

The second I got to my room that afternoon, I threw off my dress, rubbing my still-red and burning behind. It felt so good, rubbing my rear end, but not just in a soothing way. It felt good... almost like it was lighting something hot up inside me. I turned and noticed that my mother had left my curtains open for due to her cleaning. To my shock, right across the way from my window was another window. A window to your room, Arden.

Whereas my mother had simply left the curtains open, you didn't even seem to own a pair of curtains. You were walking around, your penis swaying between your legs. I had seen you naked a lot, but this time I was seeing you naked when you didn’t know anyone was watching. I felt my cheeks light up and a warmth start growing in my young pussy. I stopped rubbing the pain from my rear and hurriedly closed my curtains.

I decided then and there I’d have to stick by your side. I’d help you keep your clothes on and protect you from anyone who might try and take advantage of your naive nature.

How little I knew at the time. How little I knew.

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