Racquis and Shenna

Stripped For Florida: Racquis and Shenna

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Racquis and Shenna

Racquis stepped out of a cloud of steam. He'd been in the shower for over half an hour, scrubbing every square inch of skin, running his fingers through his tightly knit hair, rubbing dead skin off his scalp -- and then doing it again just in case. He'd cleaned under his armpits five times. He'd run the sharp new razor over his face multiple times even though he barely had the fuzz to justify shaving in the first place. He'd even cleaned his privates. It's only a date, it's only a date, he kept telling himself. But at 14 it was his first ever real date with a girl. Not a play date, not a girl who his family knew and they happened to be going out to dinner together. An honest to goodness date as in he asked the girl and she said yes and they were going to go out to eat by themselves. Granted, she was being dropped off by her mother. Okay, they ware walking down the street to the neighborhood Italian restaurant. He didn't have a car, he couldn't drive, but still it was a date. Racquis pulled back the foreskin on his thick penis and scrubbed away, getting harder and longer in the process. He soaped down his shaft but stopped short of actually jacking off in the shower. He was beginning to get light-headed from the steam and hot water and was afraid he'd pass out if he made himself cum. He reached around and cleaned out his backside and butt hole for the third time. He knew this was ridiculous, but he wanted to feel clean all over, even under his clothes. He gave his body one more wash-down with body scrub, turned off the taps and stepped out into the steam-filled room.

"Mom," he yelled, "where's all the towels?"

Getting no answer he opened the door to the bathroom. Clouds of steam roiled out into the hallway, hitting the air conditioning and forming a miniature rainstorm.

"Mom!" Where was she anyway?

Racquis strode down the hall into the den. He didn't make a habit of being naked around the house, but his mother had seen him enough times. Besides, he was pissed. She knew he had a date. He'd already spent too long in the shower and needed to get dressed before Shenna got dropped off.

"Mom, you know I'm trying to get ready for a date! What did you do with all the towels?"

Racquis stood in the middle of the room while it slowly dawned on him that he had a larger audience than he intended.

"Son, what way is that to greet your date? Why don't you give Shenna a proper hello."

Shenna got up from the couch where she'd been chatting with Racquis' mother. She was wearing a lovely blue and white dress that hugged her breasts, tied above the waist and came down to about six inches above her knees. Racquis froze.

"Hello Racquis!" Shenna said coyly, walking over to him. "Don't I get a kiss?"

Racquis faced emotions that threatened to explode into full scale battle. He wasn't sure how he ended up naked in front of his date, but he wanted to take out his anger on his mother. He should have bolted from the room, but since he was still here he wanted to project the affect of being cool and collected. He hadn't given up on the date yet, but he was sure he'd already blown it. But, wait, Shenna was asking for a kiss.

"Hello, baby," Racquis replied with what he hoped was a sexy smoothness and gave Shenna kiss on the lips.

"Hmmm, nice," she responded. "If you'll lose the towel and comb your hair I guess we can get started on our date."

It took him a moment to catch the joke. Lose the towel, indeed. He automatically ran his fingers through his hair which was much too short and tightly curled to comb.

"I'll just be a moment. Let me throw something on and I'll show you a good time."

"Oh, your good time is already showing, boy. As far as I know you're not wearing any more than that, anyway. So, I'm ready when you're ready."

"Just give me a sec, okay?" Racquis turned and walked out of the room, worrying just for a moment that his butt might not be clean enough. Good thing he'd washed himself inside and out, alhough this was the last thing he thought he'd be parading around on a date.

"Mom!" he yelled. "What in the world happened to my clothes?"

The silence from the other room did not bode well. "Mom!!!!"

Racquis walked back into the living room. He stood with his legs wide, hands on his hips, forgetful in his anger of any sense of self consciousness.

"Honey," soothed his mother. "Don't ruin your date. I have some money for you and I believe Shenna is all ready to start off."

"Right, money. How about a shirt? Pants? Shoes?"

"Racquis, as of this moment you are stripped." His mother got up and placed a round bandage behind her son's left ear. "You don't need clothes, or towels or blankets are anything like that."

"You can't strip me!"

"I can do whatever I like, son!" exclaimed his mother.

"But, mom!"

"No buts about it. Now I suggest you make the best of things and get going. Shenna is waiting."

"I cannot be stripped. That's it. I don't care what you say or do." Racquis stood with his arms crossed, brows low over his eyes, mouth set tight. His concentration was thrown off a bit by Shenna's inexplicable grin.

"He's doing exactly what you said he would," she laughed.

"He is very predictable," agreed his mother. "Listen up and listen good, mister. No son of mine is going to be parading around in gangsta gear. You've got a better future than sagging on a street corner emulating some thug who just got out of prison. Besides, boys don't need to be modest. It's perfectly normal to be naked, and you know it."

Racquis knew it was common, what with Florida strip laws and all. As for normal, he wasn't so sure. Besides, what about girls? They were stripped, too. His concentration further clouded by thoughts of naked girls, Racquis applied all the willpower he could to keeping his penis from getting hard. Feeling that he was going to be unsuccessful he began to turn around to hide his quickly blooming erection.

"Well, Racquis, I came over here to go out with you. Are you going to escort me to dinner, or should I find someone else?"

Racquis stood there. His erection throbbed, his scrubbed and cleaned shaft and glans on display.

"You're right, Ms. D, he's looking good."

"I've always enjoyed a man with some size. If you stick around a few years you may find he takes after his dad. Now HE was super sized!"

Racquis could not believe his mother was having a discussion about his erection with his first date.

"Okay, Shenna, shall we get going?" he suggested, more to get out of the uncomfortable situation than because he was eager to parade his nude self down the street.

"Here's your money, son."

Racquis took the cash and held it awkwardly. His erection continued to throb despite his best efforts to will it away.

"I can put it in my purse," Shenna said, taking the bills and stowing them away securely in her bag.

"I can put him on the pills, if you like," Racquis' mother suggested, "you know, keep him hard all the time."

"We'll see, but thanks for the idea. Racquis." Shenna held the door open.

"Bye mom," Racquis mumbled, and they were off.

Shenna insisted that Racquis hold her hand and walk beside her, even when people passing the other direction had to step off the narrow sidewalk. A naked boy is not such a rare sight in Florida, but Racquis was self conscious. The air on his usually covered parts kept him aroused. He was aware enough to know that he had a fairly large penis, especially for his age. Wandering eyes admired his body and his erection. Shenna kept a proprietary hold on him.

"Shenna!" exclaimed a voice. They were in the middle of the next block and two girls came running out of a small yellow house. "Are you on your way to dinner now?"

"He does look fine," admired the second girl."

"Even better than you said. Did his mom wait to do it after you got there?"

"Oh, yes," Shenna concurred, "she stripped him just for me."

Racquis wondered once again how this date had completely flipped on him. He'd imagined himself suavely opening the door for Shenna, escorting her to the restaurant, the hostess asking him "how many for dinner, sir" and the waiter offering them menus to peruse. In this imagined scenario he was properly dressed, of course, the clean black pants and special silk shirt he'd laid out on his bed serving as the perfect match to Shenna's classy blue and white dress.

Shenna continued to chat away with her friends, one hand still firmly keeping hold of him as if he might bolt at any second like a spooked puppy.

"Racquis? Are you listening to me?" Shenna's friends giggled.

"Hmmm?"

"Aren't you taking me to dinner?" She chastised him like he was some little boy.

"Um, oh, sure. I didn't know you were ready."

Shenna rolled her eyes in the direction of her girlfriends. Once again they were on their way.

Things improved somewhat at the restaurant. The hostess did indeed ask him where he and his "lady friend" would like to sit. The waiter made a proper show of respect that made Racquis feel that he really was on a date. But Shenna did keep him moving around.

"Racquis, could you get me another bowl of those croutons from the salad bar?" she pleaded. "Racquis, I need another one of those lemon slices for my water."

"I'll ask the waiter to bring us some."

"No, I want one now."

He suspected she was forcing him to walk across the dining room as many times as possible to keep him on display. But he just couldn't be sure. And the way she looked at him with those eyes, and her foot touching his bare leg under the table, and the way the tips of her fingers brushed his arm across the table, it all seemed perfectly calculated to keep his dick aroused and his emotions all raggedy near the edge. He hoped he looked more composed than he felt.

The walk home was nice. It was dark and no more girlfriends interrupted them. Shenna walked close against his naked body, her perfume and the softness of her skin and dress keeping him at fever pitch. When they got home they sat on the bench on the front porch. Racquis was purposely delaying going inside, sure that Shenna and his mother would start another conversation about him in the third person.

An electric jolt went through his body at Shenna's first direct touch, her fingers running up the length of his hard on. He leaned over and kissed her, her mouth opening for his tongue. He panicked for a moment that he tasted of garlic, but remembered that they'd eaten the same food. His second worry was that he would come too soon. He'd never been aroused continuously at this pitch for so long. Her hand felt good. He succumbed to the sensations while his right hand wandered up to Shenna's front. She did nothing to stop him from feeling her bosom through the thin fabric of her dress, although he suspected he was feeling more bra than breast. He was close to coming when Shenna pushed him back on the bench. His legs were spread wide and her hand was a blur as she brought him off. As he shot his sperm out into the darkness he heard the sound of a car door closing. As his second spurt went out into the night Shenna's mother came striding up the walk. His third jet spewed out as her mother gave her daughter a wink and stepped through the door of the house. Racquis fell back against the slats of the bench, his breath heaving in his chest. He was still unable to speak when Shenna's mother reappeared.

"Ready to go, hon?" she asked her daughter.

"Good-night, Racquis," murmured Shenna in his ear.

She kissed the inarticulate boy on the lips and joined her mother on the sidewalk.

"Have a good time, dear?" her mother asked.

"Yeah. I did actually. I may actually keep this one for a while."

"Lucky guy. How many boys have been stripped for you so far?"

"Just three, mom. You make me sound so unreasonable. Shanikwa's had six boys stripped, and she's six months younger than me!"

"Okay, okay, I'm just saying."

"He is cute. And his mom says his dad was super huge in the cock department."

"Shenna!"

"I'm just saying."

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THE END

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