Billy Makes a Wish

“Shhh, did you hear that?” Billy asked.

“I keep telling you; there’s no one here. My parents won’t be home for another hour. Now, turn the page,” Mike said.

“Ahh, Ms. December, in all her glory. Damn, she’s fine. I’m really glad that you found your dad’s stash of Playboys, Mike, and they’re so current!”

“I do rock, don’t I?”

“You know what would really rock? Seeing a real girl nude. Too bad there’s no way for that to happen.”

At fourteen, a year older than Billy, Mike was the leader and idea man of their two man crew, and, when he put his mind to something, he usually was able to pull it off.

“No way, huh? I was just thinking, you know that new babysitter that my mom hired to look after my little sister…”

******

Jennifer knew that he dad wanted a particular Craftsman drill bit set for Christmas and had desperately tried to figure out how she was going to earn the $100 necessary to buy it for him. He did so much for her, paying for her clothes and anything that she needed, that is was a matter of pride for her to earn the money herself to pay for his gift. Since she didn’t have a car yet, the sixteen year old wasn’t able to even get seasonal employment at the mall. Luckily, she found out that a family a couple of blocks away needed a babysitter.

Her first session last weekend had went well, and she made sure to show up on time the next Friday night. When she arrived, the elder Hendersons had already left, and the son, Mike, was sitting on the couch in the living room.

“Hey, Jen. The rents had to leave a little early, so I agreed to keep an eye on Carol until you got here.”

Jennifer had met the boy only briefly last week as he had pretty much taken off right after shaking her hand. Still, he had seemed nice enough.

“Cool. Where is she?”

“Upstairs.”

She couldn’t help but notice that Mike appeared to be depressed.

“I don’t mean to intrude, but are you okay? You look a little down.”

“Oh, it’s nothing, just dealing with Billy.”

“Billy?”

“My best friend. No one told you about him? He’s got cancer and isn’t expected to live much longer.”

“Oh my gosh! How horrible. No wonder you’re upset.”

“Yeah, it’s tough, but I’ve mostly come to terms with it. We’ve known for a while…”

Mike turned away from her and wiped his eyes.

“Anyway,” he said, facing her again, “the real problem is the Make a Wish Foundation. They denied his request.”

“That’s terrible. I’m sure that their resources are quite limited, though. Surely, they would grant it if they could.”

“It’s not that hard! I mean, he’s dying, and it’s CHRISTMAS. They could if they wanted to!”

He turned away from her for a second time. He took several deep breaths before looking at her again.

“I’m sorry. It’s not your fault,” he said.

“What did he want?”

Mike looked at the floor before speaking.

“I’m a little embarrassed.”

“It’s okay, just tell me.”

“You won’t laugh or be mad?”

“I promise. I won’t laugh or be mad.”

“Well, he’s a great guy. I hope that this doesn’t make you think poorly of him, but he really wants to see a naked girl before he dies.”

“Oh!”

Jennifer was a little shocked, but she guessed that she could understand. Boys were naturally curious about such things.

“Can’t you get him a magazine, or a movie, or something?”

“He’s seen girls in magazines and stuff. He’s wants to see a real live girl before he dies, and I don’t know what to do about it.”

Jennifer didn’t know what to say.

“How about you?” Mike asked. “Would you do it?”

She was stunned. She’d never even had a boyfriend. No one had seen her naked since she was a small child.

“I don’t know…”

“C’mon, please. He’s DYING!”

Jennifer couldn’t help but think of those heart wrenching advertisements asking you to support St. Jude’s. All those little kids sick in hospital beds made her cry every time. How could she not grant a dying boy his last request, but, on the other hand, how could she do it?

“Completely naked?”

*****

Jennifer couldn’t believe that she was doing this. She put a long coat on over her Pep Squad uniform – Mike had wanted her to wear a cheerleader outfit, but this was the closest thing that she had – and walked over to Billy’s house. His parents were apparently away for the afternoon leaving the sick boy in his best friend’s hands. She couldn’t imagine how hard that it must be on them, knowing that they’re about to lose their only child soon.

Her hands trembled a bit as she rang the doorbell. Mike answered let her in and escorted her upstairs to a bedroom. He introduced her to Billy, who lay under covers and had a baseball cap on his head. He looked just like those kids on the commercials.

“Nice to meet you, Billy,” she said.

“Nice to meet you too. Thank you so much for doing this.”

His voice was so soft and weak.

“Well, if Mike will leave the room, we can get started,” she said.

“Please, can Mike stay? This is really embarrassing, and it would be so much better if he were here with me. You know, for support.”

Jennifer couldn’t believe that he was complaining about being embarrassed. He wasn’t the one who was taking his clothes off. Besides, it was one thing to be getting naked in front of someone who was about to die. It was quite another to strip in front of someone who she’d see again. Still, could she really say no? He was about to die.

She couldn’t look him in the eyes.

“Okay.”

She took off her coat, folded it, and put it over a chair in the corner. She then closed the door; it wouldn’t do to have his parents come home early and discover what was going on.

She stood in front of the two boys wearing her red and blue striped sleeveless top with “Rebels” emblazoned across it, a short pleated skirt, bloomers, her underwear, white ankle socks, and shoes.

What should she do now? Start stripping? Turn on music?

“Are you wearing those things that cheerleaders wear over their panties?” Mike asked.

She nodded her head.

“Would you take those off first?”

Blushing, she figured it was as good a place to start as any. She reached under the skirt, slipped the red bloomers down her legs, and stepped out of them.

“Can we see your panties?”

Jennifer held the skirt up revealing lacy white panties, her sexiest pair.

This time it was Billy who spoke.

“Would you mind turning around?”

Her face enflamed even more as she, while still holding her skirt high, turned in a complete circle so that they could see her panty clad behind.

“How about the top next?” Mike asked.

Billy nodded.

Fixing her stare at a spot on the carpet, she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled slowly up, exposing first the pale flesh of her taut stomach, then her belly button, then the outline of her ribs. She paused to gather her courage when the material reached the bottom of her bra.

In a rush, she finished pulling the garment off, exposing her full C-cups encased in a lacy white bra to the adolescents.

The boys seemed mesmerized at the site of her less than decently covered breasts, and, for several moments, no one spoke. She stood there, hands by her side, letting them look.

“What next?” she finally asked.

Mike’s voice squeaked.

“Your bra?”

She turned her back to them. It seemed to her that it took forever for her shaking hands to undo the three latches holding the foundation garment together. She then shrugged the straps off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She couldn’t help but clutch her hands over her boobs and was surprised to discover exactly how hard her nipples were as they made indentations in her palms.

Wishing that she were anywhere but here, she turned to face them. Before one of them could summon up the courage to ask her to, she lowered her hands. Not daring to look up at them, she stood there, waiting.

It must have been five minutes before Mike spoke.

He cleared his throat.

“Could you take off your panties?”

She quickly reached under her tiny skirt and gave the garment a tug. In seconds, they were pooled around her shoes, and she stepped out of them.

She was pretty sure what they wanted next, so she raised the skirt up revealing her light brown pubic hair. She stood there for a moment and then did a slow turn.

“Is that good? Can I get dressed now? You’ve seen everything.”

“Would you mind taking off the rest?”

Though embarrassed beyond belief, she couldn’t stop now. She unzipped the skirt and let it fall to her feet. She stood totally nude before them.

“There.”

“Everything please.”

She was naked. What else was left? Then she realized that they wanted her to take off her socks and shoes. She bent over.

“Would you mind turning around first?”

She did another circle for them.

“I meant, take your shoes off with your back to us.”

She blushed even more furiously as she realized what they wanted.

Jennifer always was the type that believed that anything worth doing was worth doing right. Once she was facing the wall again, she spread her legs wide and bent at the waist. She took her time slipping off both her socks and shoes.

She couldn’t help but looking back at them through her legs. The boys were completely enthralled. They weren’t even blinking.

She imagined the sight that they were seeing, her butt, exposed pussy, tits hanging down. She glanced involuntarily up and noticed fluid seeping down her thighs.

She stood up and faced the boys.

“Okay. That’s it. I’m getting dressed now.”

It was Billy who spoke up this time.

“One more wish?”

She glared at him.

“A hug?”

Even naked, it was hard to deny a kid a hug, especially a dying kid.

She walked over to the bed and put her arms around him, drawing him close. He didn’t feel nearly as frail as she would have thought. He pressed his face between her breasts, and the bill of his ballcap dug into her neck. She was about to chastise him for taking that liberty when she noticed something. The cap had risen off the back of his head, and he had hair.

She grabbed the hat and backed away.

“Oops,” Mike said, “I guess the jig is up.”

Jennifer threw her hands across her bush and breasts.

“You lied to me? He’s not really dying?”

The two boys nodded.

She grabbed her clothes and ran out of the room, quickly finding the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet with her hands covering her face, she thought, ‘I can’t believe I did that. I stripped for two boys for no reason. I revealed simply everything to them. Everything.’

She felt so stupid, so used, but she also felt very, very horny. The more she thought about her exposure, the more aroused she became. Soon, she couldn’t help it, and her hands flew to her soaking clit. It didn’t take long for her to have the most explosive orgasm of her life.

When she recovered, she got dressed and staggered back to Billy’s room.

“I’m babysitting for Carol again tomorrow night,” she said. “If you’re there between the time she goes to sleep and the time her parents get home, I have a sexy elf costume that I thing you’re going to love seeing me take off.”

Merry Christmas!

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