Abi's Summer

I had very little reason to trust any man. You’d think that I could trust my own father, right? I certainly did. Then one day, he decided that his young secretary was a better option than my mom, and, just like that, he was gone. He says he still loves me, but I don’t see him much anymore now that he and his new family moved out of state.

Then there’s my best friend, Aaron. He, Brenda, and I have been hanging out together since before kindergarten. Lately though, it seems like they’ve stopped even inviting me to go anywhere with them.

It all started last summer when Brenda suggested that we play strip poker. Clearly, she intended it to be an “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours” experience. While I was certainly curious about seeing Aaron, there was no way that I was going to let him see me. It was all fine and dandy for the petite, perfect-bodied Brenda to show off her goods, but no boy was going to be seeing my uncovered chubby form.

I refused and left, but Aaron stayed. They didn’t talk about what happened, but, from miscellaneous jibes dropped into various conversations, I know that they both ended up naked. I’m also pretty sure that they’ve done more stuff like that since.

They’re not together or anything; both of them have been on plenty of dates with other people, though none of them steady, but the experience seemed to have brought them closer together, leaving me to feel like a fifth wheel.

This week, though, Brenda was going to be away at camp. I would have Aaron all to myself for a whole seven days. Well, six if you didn’t count Wednesday. Eric, my little brother, was even away spending a month with my dad. The two of us would be all alone.

The only problem was where to hang out. The number one rule of the house for the summer, as it had been every other year, was that no one was allowed in the house while Mom was at work, especially not boys. Because she felt guilty about the divorce and some subsequent problems that all the drama caused me, she slacked up some on being so strict, but that mandate remained in full force

With my mom’s strict rule and Aaron’s mom home all the time, we almost always went over to Brenda’s house. Obviously, that wouldn’t work this week.

By late morning on Monday, the heat of the day rose to uncomfortable levels. I was certainly hot, and Aaron started to sweat even sitting in the shade. After we finished the current hand of rummy, he spoke up.

“It’s getting too hot to hang around outside. I guess I’ll go ahead and head home.”

Aaron’s mom was a bit of a flake, and he was really embarrassed by her. He never, ever invited anyone to his house.

Desperate to avoid spending yet another day totally alone, I said, “why don’t we go to my place?”

“Are you sure? What about your mom?”

I spoke with more confidence than I felt.

“She’s at work, and what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”

Figuring that it would be best not to be in the wide open living room, I led him up to my room. Then, not even a half hour later, the worst of the worst possible things happened - I heard my mom downstairs.

She almost never came home in the middle of the day. It would have to be today of all days that she decided to check up on me.

“Quick, hide,” I told Aaron, as quietly as possible.

I pointed at the closet, and he got inside and slid the door closed as I put up the cards and opened a book to a random spot. My breathing was rapid and my heart throbbing furiously when my mom stepped into the room.

“I was out of the office running a couple of errands when I remembered that you said you need a new swimsuit for our trip next weekend. I picked up a couple,” she said, holding up two garments on hangers.

“Great. Thanks.”

“I need you to try them on, silly. We’ll keep the one that fits the best, and I’ll take the other one back.”

“No problem. Leave them, and I’ll tell you which one I like when you get home tonight. I’m sure you need to get back to work soon.”

“Actually, I dropped a skirt and jacket off for one hour cleaning. Since that’s right by the mall, I can return the one you don’t want and make it just in time to pick up my clothes. Efficient, huh?”

There was obviously no getting around trying on them right now, so I got off the bed and took them from her hand. As I was about the walk past her to the door, she grabbed my shoulder.

“Where are you going?”

“To the bathroom to try them on.”

“You can do that right here.”

After the divorce was finalized about a year ago, I got really stressed out. It wasn’t completely my parents fault, but, between all the arguing, my body issues, and all the normal teenage angst stuff, I felt that I couldn’t cope. It wasn’t like I was going to commit suicide or anything, but I did start cutting.

I don’t know why it helped, but it seemed like opening up my skin let some of the tension out. When my mom found out though, she freaked. She wanted to have me committed to a hospital. I was finally able to talk her out of that, thank God, but I had to go to counseling.

To be honest, the therapist helps, even if the sessions do leave me emotionally drained. I haven’t cut myself in over six months, but Mom still wants to make sure sometimes.

It’s not like she calls me into the living room and tells me to strip for an inspection or anything, but she does make it a point to be around every now and then when I’m changing. I didn’t like it, but I guess I understood it.

This, however, was a disaster. Aaron stood not ten feet away from me, and I was pretty sure that he could see the room through the slats on the closet door. I simply couldn’t undress in front of him.

“I’d really rather go to the bathroom.”

“And I’d really rather that you stay right here. Unless there’s something that you need to tell me?”

It was almost worth it to me to tell her that I started cutting again, but, between her and the therapist, it wouldn’t take long for to discover the lie. Where would that leave me?

“Mom!?!”

“Abi.”

I started to yell at her that she should trust me, but I couldn’t risk that she would mention the cutting. Aaron finding out about that would be worse than him seeing me undressed.

I gritted my teeth.

“Fine.”

I kicked off my shoes and bent to take off my socks, all the while trying to figure some way out of this mess. Nothing came to mind.

With my back to the closet, I unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts. I pushed them over my hips and tried to hide my wince at the thought of Aaron seeing my white panties with yellow smiley faces all over them, much less the huge ass that they covered.

After shucking the bottoms completely, I whipped off my t-shirt. At least that only exposed my bra strap. Still, I knew my best guy friend was seeing me in only my underwear, if only from the back.

I grabbed the first suit, the black one, and began to slip it over my feet.

“What are you doing, silly?”

I honestly didn’t understand the question.

“Trying on swimsuits? Like you told me to do?”

“Do you usually wear your underwear when you go swimming?”

Oh no. She wanted me to strip completely.

“Mom! Please!”

“You’re acting really strange. I’m beginning to think that you’re trying to hide something from me.”

“I’m just trying to have some privacy!”

“And you know exactly why you don’t have that privacy, don’t you?”

Remembering my mom wailing, huge tears running down her face, when she found out about the cutting, I could only nod my head. There was no help for it; I’d have to take everything off.

I tried to act as nonchalant as possible – maybe she’d think that the slight trembling was a residual effect of my anger – but all I could think about was that a boy was watching me.

Handing the suits back to Mom, I reached back and undid the four catches on the bra.

I don’t think that he had ever seen my back bare, but it wasn’t like it was something to be too terribly ashamed of. It wasn’t like it’s an erogenous zone or showed a bunch of fat or anything.

I shrugged the straps off my shoulder and gave the middle of the garment a tug to dislodge it from underneath my breasts before letting it fall to the floor.

Now, I was wearing only my panties while in the room with a guy, and it was about to get much worse. He couldn’t see anything impolite yet.

I wanted so, so badly to plead with her not to make me do this, but that would only make her more suspicious. I didn’t have a choice.

Staring at the floor, I hooked my thumbs inside the waistband of my sole remaining covering and pushed it downward. I could feel his eyes on me as I revealed more and more of the crack of my butt to him.

At least I didn’t have to bend over and point my ass directly at his face. Once the panties cleared my thighs, I let them drop and kicked them off.

“Happy now?”

I dearly hoped that Mom wasn’t about to ask me to turn around for her. I simply couldn’t bear the thought of having to face the closet. Luckily, she walked around me instead.

“Weird. I still don’t understand why you were fighting so hard with me about this. Oh well.”

She handed me the black suit, and I quickly pulled it on. It was a simple design, all black with no flourishes, but I liked it. I covered me well, not revealing too much cleavage, and had a skirt that rested on my upper thigh.

Mom made me model it for her, and I desperately tried to determine whether or not Aaron could see me through the slats when I turned to face that direction. I could see only black, though, in between the wood. That could be because of shadows or because I saw the dark inside of the closet.

“That one’s not bad,” she said, when I faced her once again.

She reached for the blue suit, which she had laid down on my study desk.

“I like this one. There’s no need to try on the other one.”

“Nonsense young lady.”

I knew well my mom’s voice tones, and, when she reached that one, it wasn’t wise to continue arguing.

I pulled the straps off my shoulders and down until once again my naked butt faced my best friend. Leaving the swimwear on the floor, I hastily grabbed the other one and pulled it on.

It was similar to the first, but it obviously didn’t fit as well across the chest, squeezing a vast expanse of my pale boob flesh out of the top. Even my mom could quickly see that it wasn’t going to work, so I didn’t have to model it for her.

“The black suit it is then. Go ahead and give me that one, and I’ll return it.”

Realizing that my ordeal was close to being over, I stripped without thinking much about it, though I was careful to bend at my knees to retrieve the garment. Mom grabbed it from me and gave me a quick hug.

“I’ve got to scoot. Since I’m taking a long lunch, I’ll be a little late. Have dinner ready around six for me, will you?”

I nodded, and, as quickly as that, she left.

No sooner was she out the door than I heard a noise behind me. Barely realizing what I was doing, I turned to see what was happening. At least I had the presence of mind to cover my bare breasts and exposed bush with my hands as I looked, or Aaron would have seen literally everything as he exited the closet.

“What are you doing?” I mouthed at him.

He grinned and put his finger over his mouth.

I stood there, trying in vain to make my small arms and hands cover the most embarrassing areas of visible flesh as he walked over to stand by me.

“What would you give to have me not make a lot of noise right now?” he whispered.

My mom surely hadn’t left the house yet. Crap, she probably hadn’t even reached the stairs yet.

I looked at him with wide eyes, silently pleading.

He cupped his hands over his mouth like a cheerleader’s megaphone. He raised his eyebrows at me.

“Anything,” I whispered.

“For the rest of the day?”

“Yes.”

Part 2

He gently reached out to take both my hands and pulled them away from my body. With my nakedness now completely exposed to him, he backed away.

His head bent down, and it took me a second to figure out what he was doing. He was going to look at every single inch of my body. Slowly.

As his head rose and his eyes climbed from my toes to my feet, up my calves, over my knees, and ascending inexorably toward the bottom of my dark black curls, mine dropped. I couldn’t watch him study my nude figure.

I stood there for quite some time, eyes staring at the floor and hands at my side, fidgeting slightly. It was my worst nightmare come true, Aaron seeing me like this. How disgusting must he find my rolls of pale flesh. How can I ever look him in the eyes again? I wanted to run out of the room screaming.

I had heard the front door close a while ago, so Mom must be long gone by now. I could end this. I could tell him to get out. I could run to the bathroom and lock myself in. Instead, I stood there and let him look. I had given my word.

Moments turned to minutes and minutes to tens of minutes. My feet were starting to hurt from standing still for so long, but I couldn’t look at him.

I knew what I must look like to him, boobs hanging down to near my waist with huge areola, flabby stomach and thighs, an untamed jungle of pubic hair. Maybe a hole would appear in the floor to swallow me up. I prayed for one to.

All manner of horrible thoughts rushed to fill the chasm left by the silence in the room. What was he thinking? What was he doing?

Finally, I could take it no longer, and I looked up.

He stared at my face with a smug grin.

Oh, how I wanted to snap at him, enjoying my utter humiliation this way. I wanted to be snippy, or better yet, biting. It wasn’t in me to do so; the open display of my body took away all my strength.

A fleeting thought passed through my mind; I had promised him that I would do anything, and my mom always said that teenage boys only had one thing on their minds. I couldn’t believe it of Aaron, though. We had been friends for so long. He wouldn’t make me do something so permanent.

Even though I was sure that he wouldn’t do such a thing, the tiniest bit of fear crept into my mind. I had to know what he was thinking, no matter how dry my mouth and how much I didn’t want to speak.

“Can I get dressed now?”

“Not quite yet, I don’t think.”

How long did he plan to subject me, and him, to this? I was surprised he hadn’t run to the bathroom to throw up after looking at me for so long. Did he enjoy my embarrassment that much? I had never thought of him as cruel.

“Are you just going to stand there staring at me?”

That was dangerous question. Though I wanted more than anything to be out of this situation, there were a lot worse things he could be making me do.

“How about you make me lunch.”

It was not a question.

“I thought that you said that I couldn’t get dressed.”

“I did.”

There were only two rooms in my house that I had ever been naked in, my bedroom and my bathroom. I didn’t even walk from the bathroom to the bedroom in a towel, much less in the altogether. I didn’t even leave my room without a bra on. I certainly never, ever walked around my house naked.

My eyes widened, pleading, but his remained hard. He stuck out his left arm, gesturing toward the door.

If I had thought that begging on my knees would have helped, not that I was capable of any coherent thoughts at all, I would have done so. Gladly.

I wanted so much to protest, but I had agreed to “anything.”

If he hadn’t been able to see my bare backside through the slatted closet, he saw it as I turned to walk out, taking a last longing glance at my pile of clothes sitting on the tan carpet.

Funny, but this morning the thought of Aaron seeing my bra and panties on the floor would have been more embarrassing than I could have dealt with, and now I turned my nude ass to him without falling over dead.

I couldn’t help but imagine what he was seeing, those waves of jiggling fat, though. He must be disgusted.

As I reached the top of the stairs, I noticed the huge window over the top of the door. I could see a car passing by on the street in front of the house, and, if I could see them, surely they must be able to see me.

I stopped.

Rationally, that was probably the worst thing that I could have done. If they could see me, staying where I was prolonged my exposure. I should have run down the stairs as fast as possible, or, better, turned and ran back to my room.

I wasn’t thinking clearly, though. I wasn’t thinking at all.

I heard a voice right behind my ear.

“No one can see in. It’s too bright outside.”

My feet moved of their own accord, and all I could do was say to myself “Oh my God, I’m naked in my hallway” and “Oh my God, I’m naked on my stairs.”

As I padded off the cool tile of the foyer onto the plush carpet, so soft on my bare feet, I cringed.

Mom liked lots of natural light, and a large, uncovered bay window overlooking the street provided it for the formal living room. Aaron may have been right about no one being able to see me on the stairs, but I had seen into the house from the front lawn too many times to believe it that I wouldn’t be completely visible if I crossed in front of it.

“Please?” I said, looking back at him.

He only shook his head.

“Do it fast, like pulling a Band-Aid.”

I threw my arms across my breasts and bush and started my run. Before I was halfway through the space, I heard a yell behind me.

“Stop!”

I halted dead center in front of the window.

“No covering up for any reason.”

I dropped my arms, but I could have screamed at him. What if old Mr. Massey had been out walking his dog? What if the neighbor across the street had been looking out her front window? They’d be staring at me in all my glory right now.

These thoughts kept me frozen like a deer in the headlights. Only hearing his voice again broke my trance.

“You can go on if you want.”

I actually squealed, making a kind of “eek” sound.

I sprinted out of the room.

The kitchen was much better. It had a couple of windows, but they were small and faced the privacy of the back yard.

“What do you want?”

“Sandwiches are fine.”

It was so surreal, standing naked, preparing to fix lunch like nothing was out of the ordinary.

I went into the pantry, relieved to escape his exploring eyes if even for a few seconds, and came out with six pieces of wheat bread. I knew that he preferred white, but wheat was healthier. He’d eat it if he had to.

Not wanting to use plates due to potential questions from mom about using two rather than one, I used paper towels to lay out the bread, four for him and two for me, before walking to the refrigerator. The cold cuts, both ham and turkey, were all the way at the back of the bottom shelf, but I definitely didn’t want to lean over with my backside exposed to him. Instead, I carefully bent at my knees and reached in.

I pawed through a lot of leftovers before finding the two Ziploc bags. I also grabbed two diet cokes, mayonnaise, lettuce, and a jar of pickled jalapeno slices. When I finally closed the appliance door and looked back at him, his eyes were still following my every move. I was glad that I had taken the necessary precautions to preserve as much of my modesty as I could.

I noticed, however, that he was focused more on my breasts than he had been previously. Usually, he at least made the pretense of looking at my face every now and again. I looked down to see what had caught his attention.

My nipples poked out, it seemed to me at least, a foot in front of my boobs. I wanted so badly to clutch my hands over them, to hide them from his ogling. Instead, I blushed a bit deeper and carried the meat and other items over to the island.

“Ham or turkey?”

“One of each,” he said.

It’s funny how trivial thoughts could enter your head even under the most stressful of situations. All I could think at that point was that I didn’t remember ever being in a room with him with the two of us talking so little unless we were watching a movie or something.

The sandwiches made, I handed him his and his drink and grabbed mine. He walked over to the table and pulled out a chair. Instead of sitting down immediately as he normally did, he stood behind it.

He watched as I approached the chair and sat down. He then tried to push it in. I helped with my feet; I wouldn’t have expected him to be able to shove around all my weight.

He took his seat on the opposite side of the table, and we ate in silence. It didn’t take long for him to wolf down his two while I ate half of mine. He then watched, again without saying a word, as I, moving carefully so as not to cause any undue swaying of my unfettered breasts, cleared the table.

I had never seen him so reticent. Apparently, if I didn’t speak, he’d be content to sit and stare at me all day.

“What now?”

“Cards?”

That was how we normally spent most of our time, though it seemed a little weird with me being naked and all. I thought for a second that we should move to my bedroom, but it was exceedingly unlikely that mom would check up on me twice in one day. Besides, maybe my bedroom wouldn’t be the best place to be given my attire, or lack thereof.

I looked at the living room, knowing that he’d make me run upstairs to get the deck. He surprised me, though.

“I’ll run and get them. Be right back.”

He returned momentarily with the one we had been using earlier and another that I had on my desk.

“Double solitaire?”

“Sure,” I said.

For this game, you each have a deck of cards. You count out thirteen to place in a face down pile and put four single cards face up next to it. The remaining cards go in your hand. One person says go, and each player turns up the first card in the pile.

If any of the four face-up cards or the one on the top of the pile is an ace, you can play it up. Once either you or your opponent puts out an ace, cards of the same suit can be played on it sequentially until the king is finally placed on it.

Cards from the pile can be played up top or can be used to replace any of the four stacks if they become empty. If you can’t play either up top or on the stacks, you begin turning over cards from your hand in groups of threes. These cards can also be played on either the stacks or up top.

The first person to use all thirteen cards in the pile goes out, and play for the round stops. You get one point for each card you played up top and a negative two for each card you got stuck with in your pile. We usually play to either 500 or 1000.

It’s quite fun, really, different from other games in that it’s frenetic with lots of throwing cards around trying to race your fellow player.

I got so engrossed in the first hand that I managed to forget my nakedness for a few minutes. Things were going well, and I was laying cards out right and left when I noticed that Aaron wasn’t moving much.

Sometimes your opponent gets stuck, but I looked over and saw an obvious play.

“Your 2 of clubs plays on the ace,” I said.

I had the 3 as the sole card in one of my stacks. Once he played his, I would be able to follow with mine and move a card off my pile.

He started a bit, like he didn’t know what in the world I was talking about. He quickly played the two, though, and began playing more cards.

I suddenly realized that he hadn’t been paying much attention to the game. All the moving around fiddling with the cards caused my breasts to gyrate wildly, which apparently had Aaron captivated.

Blushing, I limited my movements as much as possible for the rest of the hand, and he ended up winning by five points.

“Next hand, I want you to concentrate on playing, not on restricting your motion,” he said. “I know. I’ll make you do a dare for every 10 points that I score more than you.”

“What kind of dare?”

He thought for a second.

“We’ll start with jumping jacks.”

I shuddered at the thought and, for once, didn’t care what that did to my boobs. I simply could not jump around naked in front of him! I also realized that such activity would require me to spread my legs.

I played the next hand with abandon, concentrating only on scoring as many points as possible. I needed not have stressed; he was so enthralled by my bouncing breasts that he ended up in the negative.

I could have eased off after that, but I realized that he could ask me to do whatever dares he wanted regardless of the scores. If his staring at my chest while I moved about energetically prevented him from realizing this, it was worth it.

Given his distracted state, I easily reached 1000 before he had even 500, and we switched to rummy, which we played the rest of the afternoon. I never grew completely comfortable with him seeing my exposed body, but, after several hours, I wasn’t quite so shaken. It’s amazing what you can get used to.

It helped that he didn’t go out of his way to embarrass me further. He did stare at my naughty bits quite a lot, but he didn’t order me to do anything other than get him a drink or other such things. I was almost a little disappointed when four o’clock rolled around.

He stood up.

“It’s about time for me to head out.”

I didn’t respond; after all, I couldn’t exactly tell him to stay here ogling me longer. I did stand, however.

He surprised me by walking over to my side, putting his arm around me, and giving me a hug.

“I had fun today. Thanks for being a great sport.”

With that, he was off.

I barely let him get out of the kitchen before running into the laundry room. Luckily, I had some clothes in there waiting to be washed. They were dirty, but I didn’t care. I wanted to get dressed as soon as I could.

With my body finally fully covered once again, I went up to my room and lay down on the bed. I wanted to put the day totally behind me, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I could picture Aaron calling all his friends and telling them how gross I was, how he had made me humiliate myself.

I didn’t move, even when I heard the front door open.

“Abi? Abi?”

I heard my mom calling, but I didn’t answer.

I could hear her climbing the stairs and her footsteps coming toward me in the hall, but I still didn’t say anything.

“Abi? Why didn’t you answer? Why isn’t supper ready?” she said as she walked into my room.

I mumbled something about not feeling well.

She sat on my bed and felt my forehead.

“You don’t feel hot. Do you want me to make you any soup?”

“No, I’m not really up for food. I think I’m just going to turn in early.”

She fretted over me for a while longer but eventually left me alone. I don’t know how long I lay there, but I must have fallen asleep. The next thing that I knew it was morning.

Part 3

I woke feeling a little better than the previous night. I got up, grabbed a bowl of cereal for breakfast, took a shower, and dressed in pajamas. I had no intention of doing anything all day long, and I certainly was not going to meet Aaron at nine like normal.

Instead, I curled up on the couch in the family room and watched television.

At 9:30, the phone rang, startling me.

It’s funny how you can absolutely desire two contradictory things at the same time. On one hand, I wanted with every fiber of my being for Aaron to be on the other end of the line when I picked it up. On the other, I had no desire to ever speak to him again.

I couldn’t help but think back to when I was a small child crying in my room after having thrown a tantrum. I so much wanted Mom or Dad to come running to comfort me, if only so that I could turn my back on them. Even though I now thought of myself as a mature adult, it was hard to put away those childish desires.

It wasn’t a huge shock to me, then, that I was disappointed when it was just my mom calling to check up on me. I was able to tell her that I was feeling much better and actually managed to sound a little bit chipper. When your parents have caught you cutting and you’re trying to talk them out of sending you away to an institution, you learn very quickly that it’s a bad, bad thing to not at least appear to be happy.

Not long after she hung up, though, the doorbell rung. I didn’t think much about it; the FedEx guy was often at our house delivering stuff for Mom.

When I opened the door, however, it was not the familiar purple and white uniform that I saw but rather Aaron.

I stood there stunned.

“I guess we need to talk, huh?” he said.

If you would have told me that he was going to walk up and ring the doorbell this morning, I would have told you that I would slam the door in his face. When it actually happened, I meekly let him in and let him back to the family room.

I used the remote to turn off the TV and took a seat in the recliner while he sat on the couch.

“When you didn’t show up this morning, I figured you must be upset,” he said.

“Really, figured that out all by yourself did you?”

“I still don’t understand why. I thought that we had fun yesterday. I know you’re embarrassed and all, but, really, what’s the big?”

How could he not know, not understand? I opened my mouth several times to speak, but no words came out. I must have looked like a fish, puckering like that.

I have to give him credit. He sat there patiently and didn’t try to rush me.

“You saw me naked. You made me stay naked all day long. You humiliated me.”

“Brenda and I have seen each other naked dozens of times without it being a big deal. As for the other, you could have gotten dressed at any time. I asked you to let me see you, but there was nothing forcing you to comply. And, I never, ever, did anything to humiliate you.”

Dozens of times?

“You seeing me naked is humiliating.”

“Why?”

I so did not want to talk about this. I wanted it to be over.

“Because my body is disgusting, okay? Because I’m fat. Because now that you’ve seen me, you’ll never want to…”

My voice trailed off as my brain overrode my mouth.

“Want to what?”

I stared at the floor.

“Go out with me.”

“I don’t even know where to start with that,” he said. “First of all, your body is the complete opposite of disgusting. I think it’s awesome. The best one I’ve ever seen.”

He seemed to be actually getting angry.

“And you are not fat! Do you think that you need to be Kate Moss? You’re a healthy girl with a great body. And you know absolutely nothing about boys if you think that me seeing you naked would make me want to go out with you less?”

I was practically screaming at this point and barely holding back tears.

“Don’t lie to me, make fun of me. I know how fat I am. No one could possibly like to look at me.”

“You’re wrong, and I’ll prove it. Take off your top.”

“What?”

“Take off your top.”

It was so absurd. Here we were, in the middle of an argument, and he calmly tells me such a thing.

“No.”

“C’mon. I’ve already seen you, and I need you to do it so that I can prove it to you.”

“Fine.”

What the heck? Did I just agree to bare my breasts for him?

My face got more and more red as I undid each button. I was tired of being meek, though. Instead of slowly, shyly taking the top off, I practically ripped it off and threw it on the floor.

“Satisfied?”

“The bra too.”

I glared at him but soon that garment was on the floor too.

“Happy now?”

“Very,” he said.

Before I knew what he was doing, he had his camera phone out and took a picture. Without a word, he walked out of the room.

I ran after him.

“What are you doing?”

He stopped and turned back to me just as he entered the living room.

“I need to use your computer.”

“Fine,” I said, walking in front of him.

I suddenly realized that I was about to walk in front of the bay window with my breasts exposed. I covered them with my hands.

“Hey, no covering.”

I turned back to him.

“I don’t have to do what you say today.”

“Please?”

I think that he knew by now that I was seriously crushing on him and found it extremely hard to refuse him anything, no matter how much it embarrassed me.

I let my arms down.

“You’re going to walk first, though, and tell me if there’s anyone outside.”

He grinned.

“I can do that.”

Thus, once again I found myself walking in through the living room feeling once again like everyone in the world could see my body. At least I still had on long pajama pants and panties this time.

It startled me a bit when ran up the stairs ahead of me, but, when he stopped at the top and turned around, I understood. He wanted to watch me climb up.

I let him.

When we got to my room, he booted my computer and then pulled up his web based email account. He had apparently forwarded the pic from his phone, because he pulled it up on my computer. The shot showed only my breasts, but they filled the entire screen.

“I’m going to upload this to a site where the users rank the best breasts. Then, we’ll see what everyone thinks about your body.”

“You’re going to put naked pictures of me on the internet! Are you crazy?”

“It’s just your breasts, and no one can see your face. If anyone can recognize you from this picture, they’ve probably already seen that and a lot more.”

He was right. No one could possibly recognize me for that image, except maybe for him by this point. Still, my bare boobs were going to be on a website where simply anyone could see them.

Before I could come up with a coherent argument, it was done.

“What do you want to do now? We should check back in a couple of hours and look at the comments.”

He was so casual. Well, if he could act like it was no big deal for me to be half naked while waiting for strangers to comment on my body, so could I.

I was going to suggest cards, but I didn’t want to think today.

“How about watching a movie?”

He agreed, and we went back downstairs. He rushed ahead so that he could watch me descend the stairs, grinning the whole time. By this point, I was almost past caring.

He scouted the window for me and waited for me to get across the living room before he turned and headed through the kitchen to the family room. Once there, he sat on the far right of the three seats on the couch where, the same one that he had used earlier. I went to pick up my top and bra to put them back on.

“Can’t you leave them off?”

“Oh c’mon, you saw me all day yesterday, and I feel stupid being topless.”

“Well…you do look a little silly standing there topless.”

“Thanks.”

Glad that he finally agreed with me, I started to walk past him to get to the spot on the floor beside the chair where my clothes were resting.

As I reached him, he grabbed my arm and spun me gently around to face him. Before I realized what he was doing, he had his hands hooked in my pj bottoms and panties and was pulling down. By applying the slightest pressure to the back of my calves, he had me raise first one leg and then the other so that he could take them completely off. Just like that, I was naked again.

“There you go. You’re not just topless anymore, and you look anything but silly.”

Apparently, once a guy gets you naked once, he pretty much figures that it is his right to strip you whenever he wants.

I glared at him, but, strangely, I made no move to grab my clothes or cover myself.

We stayed like that for a minute before I realized that I wasn’t accomplishing anything. I finally asked him what movie he wanted to watch.

“The Blind Side?”

It was a good compromise choice, with Sandra Bullock appealing to me and being about football for him. Plus, being that it was a newer movie, we had it on Blu-ray, and it would look pretty good playing on our 50” high definition television.

I could feel his eyes on me as I picked the DVD case off the shelf and started the movie, but I was much less self conscious than yesterday. After all, my worst fears had not come to fruition; he had seen me naked and still seemed interested in my friendship. I didn’t believe that he actually liked how I looked, but he obviously wasn’t running from the room barfing.

I had planned on sitting on the recliner, but, as I started toward it, he patted the couch next to him.

That was weird. Usually, we spread out so that we could lounge. Sometimes, he and Brenda sat close together, but the two of us had never done so.

It would have been more awkward to refuse, however, so I sat down, keeping my bare body as far from him as possible while still remaining inside the middle seat.

If you’ve ever been stuck in the middle of the row on an airplane, you know how I felt. I kept my arms and shoulders hunched in and tried not to touch him while he used the remote to start the movie.

Once the opening scene started, he slouched against the armrest and moved the rest of his body so that it was in contact with mine from my legs through my hips. He then stretched his arm across my shoulder and pulled my torso to him so that I was practically laying on him.

“Comfy?”

I could only nod my head.

The only way for to be truly comfortable, though, was to wedge myself between his body and the couch so that I could lay out instead of just leaning into him. I ended up with my head on his hips and my arm around his shoulder. He repositioned his arm so that it stretched around my shoulders, under my left arm, and came to a rest with his hand on my bare stomach.

The Blind Side is not a complicated movie, but I had a hard time following it. All I could think about was (a) I was naked and (b) Aaron and I were essentially cuddling on the couch.

The warmth of his body felt so, so nice. In fact, everything felt nice, especially the soft cotton of his t-shirt against my arms and face, but I was most conscious of the rough denim of his blue jeans against the sensitive flesh of my chest. Additionally, and I don’t know if he was aware of it or not, his forearm rested against the side of one of my breasts. Every time he moved his arm, thrilling sensations exploded through my body.

Near the end of the movie, I looked down to see my nipples standing straight up, and I couldn’t blame cold air this time around. At least I didn’t smell anything. When the movie finished, I did my best to keep my back to him for a while, so it’s possible that he didn’t notice.

I offered to make him some spaghetti for lunch and was quite surprised when he grabbed my hand as we walked into the kitchen. I’d always imagined what my first time holding hands with a guy would be like, but I somehow never pictured myself totally sans cloths for the occasion.

I didn’t want for the contact to end, but he let go when he reached the chair by the counter. I went into the pantry to get all the stuff I would need and exited wearing an apron, ready to strenuously argue with him if he objected. I know that he wants me to stay naked, but it wasn’t practical while cooking. Luckily for him, he didn’t say a word.

I had some ground turkey in the refrigerator that I planned to brown and put in the sauce. As I was walking to get it, I had a thought. Do you think he wants to see even more of me?

I never would have had the thought, much less acted on it, if I hadn’t been so worked up from earlier.

When I opened the fridge, I bent over more than I absolutely had to and didn’t keep my legs very tight together. I could feel the heat rising in my face despite the cold. I stayed there digging around for a half a minute or so and surreptitiously stole a glance at him on my way back to the stove.

There was a huge grin on his face.

After putting the ground turkey over the fire, I needed to get the pasta started. Though there was a perfect pot sitting on the counter that I could have used, I remembered another one way in the back of the bottom shelf pretty much opposite where Aaron was sitting.

I didn’t give myself too long to think about what I was doing. With my butt almost directly in front of him, I opened the door to the lower cabinet.

“Darn. The pot’s way back in the back,” I said.

Bending at the waist, I reached as far in as I could. My fingertips barely brushed the stainless steel surface.

Instead of getting lower using my knees, I split my legs farther and farther apart until I could get a grip on the pot. I was sure that the position showed him everything.

I lingered there, pretending to be having trouble getting a grip on it, when my newly found bravery departed me. He could surely see everything! My most private girl parts!

Blushing intently, I grabbed the pot and stood up. Even though it meant keeping my bare backside toward him, I couldn’t face him. I didn’t so much as glance in his direction until the meal was ready.

I served up two plates and brought them over to the table while he grabbed a couple of drinks out of the refrigerator. My embarrassment had faded a bit by then so that I could at least look at him. I actually found myself looking forward to the meal considering that the cereal hadn’t been too terribly filling after skipping dinner last night.

As I was about to sit, though, he said, “Since you’re finished cooking, you can lose the apron.”

I couldn’t believe it, the nerve of him! Obviously, what I did next was to run into the family room, grab all my clothes, get dressed, and kick him out. That’s what I should have done, anyway.

Instead, I untied the string around my waist and slipped the garment over my head, once again fully revealing my body to him.

As we ate, we talked about small, inconsequential things, nothing that touched on our relationship, and, after we finished, we cleaned up the kitchen. I hand washed one of the plates and put it back in the cabinet so that Mom would be none the wiser.

“It’s been about three hours,” he said. “Let’s go check the site.”

He seemed excited, but I was considerably less so. I couldn’t understand why he still wanted to look at me so badly and, maybe, seeing other guys’ opinions would bring him to his senses.

He made me walk in front of the window again, though after he scouted to make sure that the way was clear, and watched me climb the stair with seemingly unfeigned interest. I found that none of this bothered me as much anymore. In fact, it was as I drew closer to my room that I got more and more nervous.

Would all the negative comments cause him to tell me to cover myself? Would he leave me?

“Do I have to watch you do this?”

“Yes.”

I couldn’t remember him ever being so forceful and unrelenting as he had been over the last two days.

“Fine.”

He pulled up the site once again, and I saw that there were seven posts in the thread that we had created, the picture of my breasts and six new comments.

The first simply said “awesome!”

The next three and the last one gushed about the size and shape of my boobs and requested more pictures. Only one of the posts wasn’t positive, and it only said that he preferred smaller areola.

On one hand, I was mortified. The comments were very specific. Most of these, presumably, guys had examined the image in detail before making their posts, and, if six of them commented, how many had viewed it?

More than that, though, I was flabbergasted. These guys actually liked my breasts!

“They probably say that about everyone.”

He took me to another part of the site that listed the submissions by rank. Mine was the highest in the category of “Posts in the Last Week.”

“It was only my boobs. They’d shut off their computers if they saw the rest of me.”

I was reaching, and he knew it.

“Do you want to test that theory?”

“No!”

“Then admit to me that your body is nice.”

I shook my head.

He pulled out his camera phone.

“Okay, okay. You win. My body isn’t bad.”

I knew that that wasn’t exactly what he wanted me to say, but he put his phone away.

“Movie?” he asked.

We went back downstairs. I didn’t really care what we watched, so I agreed when he picked out the latest in the Transformers franchise.

I could feel his eyes on me as I walked to the front of the room, as I bent to get the case from the shelf, as I placed the Blu-ray disk into the player.

You’d think that I’d be over the blushing by now, that after hours and hours of being nude in front of him that it wouldn’t bother me. And it didn’t as much, not like that first time. Still, a girl can’t help but feel self conscious when a guy is devouring her nude form, especially as I turned and went back to the couch.

I was acutely aware of every jiggle my oversized breasts made, every parting of my legs that caused my girl parts to be slightly less hidden by my dark curls. I couldn’t meet his eyes.

I scooted over to the couch and took my seat beside him. He used the remote to start the film, and we resumed our positions from earlier.

Instead of resting his hand as he had this morning, he began rubbing my shoulders, massaging them gently before moving on to my neck. He continued that way, rotating between my shoulders, neck, and head for a while as I lay there, eyes closed, exulting in his touch.

Then he moved to my stomach. At first he restricted the movement of his hands to the area immediately around my navel. It felt so good as he massaged my tummy in a circular pattern. As time progressed, however, the circles got wider and wider. The first time that his fingers grazed the underside of my breasts, I gasped, sure that it was a mistake.

Each time his hands made the circuit, however, they made more and more contact with my breasts. After a few passes, his fingers also began encroaching the area covered by my pubic curls. I couldn’t believe it; Aaron was touching me!

Should I have protested? I don’t know.

It felt good, and, soon, I didn’t want him to stop. He grew bolder, abandoning all pretense of massaging my stomach.

His fingers traced patterns on my breasts and combed through my hair, and still I said nothing. When he first touched my nipple, a moan escaped my lips, and I blushed when I realized it.

He seemed to take it as encouragement because he began teasing me mercilessly after that point. He stroked and caressed my nipples, groped and squeezed my breasts, and even lightly rubbed the outside of my nether lips. He didn’t penetrate me, though, and I was panting with need by the time the movie ended.

As the closing credits began to roll, he got up.

“I have to leave now,” he said. “Do you want to go out tonight?”

I found it hard to think. I could feel fluid on my thighs. All I wanted was for him to finish what he started.

“Huh?”

“Tonight. Do you want to go out?”

“Sure. Where?”

“I’ll pick you up at seven. Wear your shortest skirt.”

He grinned and looked me over one more time from head to toe before leaving.

It was tempting to finish myself off, but the ramifications of what just happened broke through the sexual haze.

Neither one of us had much money, so we didn’t normally go out anywhere. Aaron would have to borrow his mom’s car, which meant paying for gas on top of anything else. Besides, the words that he used, it almost sounded like he asked me out on a date.

Surely not.

Part 4

I got dressed and prepared my mom’s dinner.

“You’re not eating?” she asked when she saw the single setting on the table.

“If it’s okay, Aaron and I are going out tonight.”

She arched her eyebrows.

“Going out, going out?”

“I don’t know.”

Thankfully, she didn’t pursue the matter any further, and I went upstairs to get ready.

If this were a date, I wanted to look my best, so I spent much more time on my hair and makeup than I normally would have. Next, I undressed and looked through my underwear drawer.

Normally, my only consideration in lingerie was comfort. After all, no one would be seeing it. After the last two days, however, I could no longer count on that, so I chose a nice matching set. It was white since the only colored once I owned had childish patterns on them, but it was at least lacy.

Then, I turned to my closet.

He told me to wear “my shortest skirt.” That would a plaid, pleated number that Mom bought me as a joke a couple of years back off a clearance rack. She and I had been arguing, and she had threatened to send me to a private school where they wore uniforms. I don’t know why I hadn’t thrown it away long ago.

I slipped it on. It came down barely below my butt cheeks and bounced when I walked.

If Aaron had known that I owned a skirt this short, he wouldn’t have asked me to wear it. Right?

I thought back to him so casually stripping me naked. No, he’d very much insist on it.

Still, he didn’t have to know. I could throw it away, and he’d be none the wiser. I couldn’t do it, though. If we were starting a relationship, I didn’t want to do so by being dishonest.

On one hand, there was no way that I could walk out of the house wearing that skirt. On the other, this might be my one chance to go out with the guy of my dreams. I made a decision.

If he wanted me to dress sexy, I’d do it.

I chose a blue top that coordinated with the stripes in the skirt. The shirt also had a v-neck that dipped precariously low. My bending the tiniest bit forward revealed my bra cups. Normally, I’d never think of wearing it without something underneath. Normally.

I completed my ensemble with knee high back boots with three inch heels, a gift from Brenda a year ago when she tried, unsuccessfully, to break me out of my “frump girl” stage.

Looking in the mirror, I didn’t recognize the girl standing there. She looked… good, sexy. I couldn’t believe that the girl was me and that I was about to go out into public looking like that.

Aaron’s timing was impeccable because the doorbell rang less than a minute after I finished struggling to zip up the boots.

“I’ll get it!”

Though my outfit probably wasn’t all that bad considering what I’ve seen girls wearing at school, it would certainly have raised my mom’s eyebrows, so I raced down to get the door before she had a chance to leave the family room.

I was outside standing by Aaron before she even yelled for me to have fun.

“Wow, you look great,” he said.

I could only blush.

“Turn around for me.”

Not realizing exactly how my skirt would react, I did a quick twirl for him. I realized that the motion had revealed pretty much my entire panties to him on my front porch, and I blushed even deeper.

He then surprised me with a kiss. It wasn’t deep or passionate, but it was a real kiss, on the lips. My first.

“Thanks for following my instructions,” he said.

The words were out of my mouth before I had a chance to think about what I was saying.

“Anything for you.”

“Anything?” he asked.

I’m inexperienced, but I’m not naïve. I knew, or thought that I knew, what exactly I was offering. I didn’t care.

I nodded my head.

He grabbed my hand and led me to his mom’s car. He opened the door for me, and I got in. As he walked around to get in his side, I took a moment to steady my breathing.

“I’ve decided,” he said as he sat down in the driver’s seat.

“Decided what?”

“The first part of my ‘anything.’ I want your bra.”

Part of me was stunned that he would ask such a thing. Being a large girl, I had rather large breasts, a C cup, and I never went around braless in public. Following his commands, however, had worked out pretty well for me, and I wanted more. Besides, I had offered.

Putting my arms under my shirt, I pulled first one, then the other, strap off my shoulder. I reached around and unclasped the garment before pulling it off from the front.

I handed it to him.

Grinning, he slipped the shoulder strap over his rearview mirror and leaned over to give me another kiss. I was still dazed when he put the car in drive and took off, my bra still dangling there.

Every bump and uneven part of the road set my unfettered breasts quivering, and, more than once, I had to redirect his attention back to driving. I blushed every time he looked at me. It’s funny how much it affected me even though I had spent so much time with him naked recently.

My embarrassment only intensified at the first red light. A carload of boys that I recognized as being in one of the younger grades at our high school pulled up next to us. It didn’t take long for one of them to notice my prominently displayed underwear.

They started hooting and hollering, asking if it was my bra, asking if I were wearing anything under my shirt now. I tried to ignore them.

“Give them a little show,” Aaron said.

“What?”

“Just a little cleavage. Lean out the car and let them see a bit of your breasts.”

“Aaron…”

“Please,” he said, curling his lips down, making a pouty face, “for me?”

“Fine,” I said.

Had I really just agreed to flash a car full of adolescent boys?

Hoping that by dragging it out, the light would turn green, I undid my seatbelt and shifted myself so that my legs were under me and my knees were facing the door. The light was still red.

I looked back at Aaron, pleading. He just grinned.

Resigned, I leaned out the car. I didn’t look down; I didn’t want to know how much they could see.

By the way they reacted, you’d have thought that I stripped naked. Maybe they had never seen boobs.

I felt a strong hand slide under my skirt, and the contact strengthened me. I leaned even farther out, and the cheers increased. Then, the light turned green, and Aaron pulled me back into the car.

As I quickly returned to my seated position and fastened the safety belt, he accelerated quickly and turned left as the car that had been beside us went straight. He made several turns in the residential neighborhood, looking in the rear view mirror the entire time. Finally, I guess he decided that the guys weren’t following us, and he pulled over to the curb.

“That was fantastic,” he said, and leaned over and kissed me once again.

I noticed that I was trembling, whether it was from the flashing or from the kiss, I don’t know.

I looked down at my chest. My nipples strained the fabric of my blouse.

Luckily, I had calmed down somewhat by the time we reached the restaurant, the closest Olive Garden. Most people wouldn’t consider that a very romantic destination, but he knew that it was my favorite and he didn’t particularly care for Italian food.

He made me stay in the car as he came around to open my door. So many emotions went though me as I got out – amazement that I was here with Aaron, embarrassment about my attire, trepidation at the thought of any errant movement revealing even more of me.

There were several people entering and leaving the building, and I could see a lot more seated inside. I froze.

“It’s okay,” he said. “You’re beautiful.”

He grabbed my hand, and I followed after him.

I’m sure that a few guys glanced in my direction, but it felt like every eye was on me as the hostess escorted us to our booth. She set the pace, so it was hard for me to walk as slowly, or as carefully, as I needed to. I’m positive that more than a few people saw glimpses of white. I never wanted a walk to be over with so much in my life, so, of course, she pretty much took us to the furthest back of the restaurant as possible.

I barely restrained myself from shoving her out of the way to get into my seat. Instead, gritting my teeth, I fidgeted for the infinite amount of time it took for her to explain who our server was to be, Valerie, as if we cared, and what the specials were.

When she finally finished and left, I gratefully slid into the back corner of the booth as Aaron sat across from me.

It didn’t take us long to figure out what we wanted and order.

“Do you want more kisses?” he asked.

“Of course,” I said, leaning forward slightly.

Instead of reciprocating, he smiled and asked, “what do I get in return?”

I gestured at my outfit.

“I don’t have much left.”

“You have plenty. Do you really need to wear anything under that skirt?”

He shrugged.

“It’s your choice, though.”

I glanced around. Though I had hated the walk back here, at least it had left us in a pretty isolated spot. There was no one within easy eyesight.

I couldn’t believe that I was even considering this! I had on the absolute shortest skirt I had ever worn, and I was thinking about handing over my panties. And taking them off in public, no less!

I wanted the kiss, but, more importantly, I wanted to please him. Anything to make sure that he would ask me out again.

I shyly pulled my skirt out from under my bottom. Looking around again, I made sure that no one could see me. I then reached up and grabbed the waistband of my panties. Trying to move as naturally as possible so as not to attract any attention, I pulled them down, first to my knees, then to my ankles, and, finally, off my feet.

Feeling really self conscious, I picked them up and concealed them in the palm of my hand. I didn’t know what to do with them, though. I didn’t have any pockets, and I wasn’t carrying a purse.

Aaron solved the problem by holding out his hand on top of the table. Not even thinking about what he did with my bra, I gave them to him, and he promptly draped them over the ketchup bottle.

“Aaron…”

“Lean forward,” he said.

Surprised by his commanding tone, I did as he told me.

The first two kisses had been nice, but this one took me by surprise. It was urgent, passionate. Even being here on a date with him, I didn’t let myself believe that he wanted to be with me. This kiss told me that he did want me. Badly.

I whimpered when he withdrew his lips.

“Want another?” he asked.

“Yes, please.”

“What do I get?”

“I really have nothing else to give you now. Unless you want my shoes?”

“No, I wasn’t your boots that I had in mind.”

I followed his eyes to my breasts.

“No. Sorry, I can’t. I won’t take off my shirt here.”

“Not your whole shirt, just a part of it.”

Huh?

He handed me the steak knife that had been wrapped up in the napkin.

“A button? Just one tiny button?”

He showed me that pout again.

If I would have taken a minute to think about it, maybe I wouldn’t have done it. The shirt only had five buttons holding it closed, and my breasts strained at the garment as it was. I didn’t stop to consider how my more of me would be revealed by losing that one tiny piece of plastic.

Instead, I took the blade and positioned the teeth between the fabric and the button. It didn’t take much force at all to sever the threads. Just like that, I was handing him yet another piece of my clothes.

I leaned forward again expectantly, and he didn’t disappoint. If anything, this kiss was even deeper, more passionate, than the last one. I panted with desire when he pulled away.

Without waiting for him to say anything else, I cut off another button.

I know that I must sound like some kind of slut, or, at the very lease, immodest for behaving so wantonly in public, but that’s simply not the case. At that moment in time, my desire for love, for attention from the boy I had so long admired, and, yes, my arousal, momentarily overcame my intense reluctance to show off my body.

I shudder to think what might have happened if the waitress hadn’t interrupted us in the middle of that next kiss. Would I have ended up topless right there? I don’t think that I would have gone that far.

As it was, I blushed to the soles of my feet when I heard her clear her throat and I, startled, looked up. I glanced down at my shirt, now barely covering my nipples, and then at my panties right out there for anyone to see.

Her smirk said it all.

As I tried to sink below the table, Aaron looked proud of himself. I stared at the floor until she finished placing the food and left.

“I can’t believe you made me do that!” I said.

“Made you?”

Okay. So he had a point. I took a bite of my pasta and resolved not to lose any more of my clothes until we had left the restaurant.

Part 5

The walk out of Olive Garden seemed about twenty times worse than the walk in. I knew that any movement of the skirt would reveal not the already mortifying flash of my underwear but bare skin. The thought of strangers seeing my butt, or worse, made me walk extremely slow.

My pace only prolonged the exposure up top, however. With two buttons missing, the blouse fell just short of indecent. It revealed the full swell of the inside of both breasts and only narrowly covered my nipples.

Worse, since I wasn’t wearing a bra, even the slightest motion set my boobs quivering. Since there was nothing holding the shirt together at my chest level, that shaking threatened to make my breasts completely escape the bounds of the fabric. I only preserved my modesty by the most precarious of margins.

I breathed a sigh of relief as we reached the parking lot and the relative safety of darkness. When I saw the car and the lack of anyone around, I practically ran to it and didn’t wait for Aaron to open the door before getting in.

I buried my face in my hands.

“Are you okay?” he asked after joining me in the car.

“I’ll be fine. That was just a little…”

What? Mortifying? Humiliating? Arousing?

“Intense,” I said.

“Ready for our next stop?”

“Somewhere secluded, I hope?”

“In a way,” he said, smiling.

We pulled up to the dollar theater a few minutes later. Not the nice dollar theater that has twelve screens and shows films just ending their first runs for two dollars a pop but the really run down one that only has the capacity for four movies and actually does charge just a dollar.

Even our little clique, who likes to save as much money as possible, almost always chooses to pay the extra buck to go to the nicer place. It wasn’t exactly the most romantic of spots. Still, I wasn’t complaining as the small crowds frequenting the theater cut way down on the number of people who would see me dressed this way.

There were few cars in the parking lot. We found a place quite near the front door, so it was a short walk to the ticket booth.

I tried to stand as unselfconsciously as possible as Aaron purchased our tickets, but the pimple faced guy behind the glass stared at my boobs the whole time. It took him five tries to punch the correct movie, Limitless, on his computer screen.

Having just ate, we skipped the concessions and went straight to the theater.

Between the bright light from the previews on the screen and the almost complete lack of illumination anywhere else, it took a while for my eyes to adjust to the darkness in the room. There were only two other patrons, both sitting in the middle.

Aaron led me to the very back row, a departure from his usually wanting to sit near the front. He directed me to sit in the seat by the wall, and he took the one right next to me.

Shortly after the movie started, he leaned over and whispered in my ear.

“Give me your skirt.”

I resisted, of course. I told him “no way,” but he persisted. Really, there was no way I could continue to refuse. Eventually, I gave in.

As quietly and unobtrusively as possible, I unzipped the skirt and slid it down my legs. It felt so strange, my bare ass touching the seat. I tried not to think about the cleanliness of said seat or the next customers after me who would have to sit there.

I slipped the garment over my shoes and handed it to him. He had me lean back as much as possible and began caressing my legs and running his hands through my curly hair.

By the time he asked me for my shirt, I was beyond resisting. I unbuttoned the three catches that were left, took it off, and gave it to him.

I was naked, except for my boots, in a movie theater.

He didn’t waste any time going for my exposed breasts, and I gasped as he massaged them and pinched my nipples. His fingers soon moved down to my clit, and I was well on my way my first non self-actuated orgasm, in public no less, when a horrible thought entered my mind.

What if he got me all worked up, made me cum, then grabbed my clothes and left. I’d be stuck, naked, in a movie theater miles from home. How would I get home? I’d be humiliated.

Logically, I knew, absolutely knew, that Aaron wouldn’t do something like that. He was my best friend. Even if I had trouble believing that he could want anything more than friendship from me, I knew that he would never deliberately hurt me.

Once the thought entered my mind, I couldn’t get rid of it. All his ministrations in my nether regions had no effect. I started breathing heavily, not from sexual exertion, but because I was having a panic attack.

I pushed his hands away and made him give me my clothes. He looked puzzled but gave them to me without saying a word. I dressed, and we left well before the movie was over.

We didn’t speak on the way home. When he dropped me off, he tried to ask me what was wrong, but, as I was tearing up and didn’t want him to see, I jumped out of the car and ran inside.

Part 6

I cried myself to sleep that night. It wasn’t anything that he had done; it was my reaction. I was so screwed up. I hated myself.

The only saving grace of the whole situation was that it was Wednesday morning. Even with my reaction the night before, Aaron would never call me on Wednesday. He didn’t know why as I didn’t want him to know about the therapy, but I had him well trained that I was never available at all for the entire day.

In fact, I actually looked forward to my session that morning. Maybe the doctor could find someway to fix the situation. I drove to the appointment with much more optimism than the trip usually warranted.

“Dr. Willis,” I said, “I had the worst experience last night.”

I told him about what happened, leaving out any mention of anything nudity or sexually related, about my panic attack. I asked, implored him, “what can I do to fix it?”

He wouldn’t answer; he would only ask me what I thought I should do and how I felt about things. By the time the hour was up, I wanted to strangle him. I needed real answers.

On my way home, I came to a realization; it was all about trust. I either trusted Aaron or I didn’t. If I did, I needed to prove it. If not, I needed to break things off with him.

It was a breakthrough for me. I don’t know if the therapy helped lead me to the conclusion or not, but it was a major step in my life.

By the time I reached home, I had a plan.

First, I texted Aaron: Come over at 1.

He replied back in the affirmative, and I checked that off my list. Mom never got home before five, and, if she were going to stop in on her lunch hour, she’d do so well before one.

Next, I gathered up any blankets, towels, and table clothes downstairs and put them in the upstairs linen closet. I then went into my little brother’s room and rummaged through his toys. It didn’t take long to find his pair of metal handcuffs complete with key. Finally, I looked in the garage and found the gate that Mom used to use to keep Eric contained when he was a toddler and set it up across the stairs at the top.

I took both the key for the gate and the one for the handcuffs and walked across the street to our mailbox. I opened it and put them inside.

It was 12:45.

I calmly climbed the stairs to my room and took off my shoes and socks. I unzipped my jeans and pushed them down and off. Then I pulled off my shirt. Next my bra then my panties joined the pile of clothes on the floor. Now one hundred percent naked, I walked out of my room.

It’s funny how easy it was. I never would have thought of doing such a thing just a few days prior. It still felt strange but not in a bad way.

I locked the gate behind me as I went down the stairs. There was absolutely nothing downstairs that I could use to hide my nudity, and the only way that I could get my clothes would be to walk outside where absolutely anyone could see and cross the street.

To make the situation even harder for me, I snapped the handcuffs closed over my right wrist, put my hands behind my back, and secured my left wrist.

I could not imagine a more humiliating or vulnerable situation than this one. I sat on the stairs and waited for the doorbell to ring.

It was still ten minutes till, and, in that short amount of time, a million doubts filled my mind. What if Aaron didn’t show? What if he did, and he laughed at me?

Every time one of them surfaced, though, I knocked it back down. If Aaron said he’d be here, he would. Aaron cared about me. Not only would he not laugh, he’d appreciate what I was doing.

At 1:01, the doorbell rang. As much as I had been anticipating it, I still jumped. I rose unsteadily to my feet; it’s hard to get up when you can’t use your hands to help. The bell rang again by the time I got to the door.

“Just a second!” I yelled.

With my hands cuffed behind my back, I had to turn around to work the knob.

I yanked open the door not caring that I was revealing my bare backside to whoever might be able to see from the street. I turned and saw Aaron. And Brenda.

I shrieked.

If my hands would have been free, I might have slammed the door or, at least, covered myself. Instead, I stood frozen for what seemed like an eternity, my boobs and bush on display to the two of them and anyone else who might happen to be passing.

Finally, I broke out of my stupor and ran. The only place I could think of to go was the family room. I sank to my knees in front of the couch and buried my face in it.

Soon after, I felt a hand caressing my back. A soft hand. Brenda.

“Abi, it’s okay.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Why not?”

As if it wasn’t obvious.

“You saw me naked.”

“So. We’re both girls.”

I didn’t answer. Why was she here?

“Would it help if I took off my clothes?”

“No!”

I know it was irrational. Aaron had seen her naked “dozens” of times already and was going out with me, not her. I couldn’t help but think, however, that, if he saw both of us nude, he’d choose her.

“Ah. Now we’re getting to the root of things,” she said. “I’m only here because Aaron called me to tell me what happened last night. We both really care about you and are concerned. I think it’s great that you and Aaron are going out.”

I still refused to speak. What would I say?

“He and I are friends, but you’re the one he wants to go out with. He cares about you.”

“Why?”

I couldn’t help it. I just came out.

“Why not? You’re an attractive girl, and the two of you have been friends forever. I think that the two of you have a chance, but you’re going to have to trust him.”

Trust. That was the magic word. That was why I was doing this.

“Brenda, would you mind leaving Aaron and I alone?”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I think I will be.”

She hugged me, which felt really weird to me since I was naked and couldn’t return the embrace because of the handcuffs.

“I’m your friend too, you know. If you ever need to talk, I’m here.”

With that she left. As I turned to watch her leave the room, I felt grateful for her friendship. Maybe all the stuff with me feeling left out had more to do with me than with them.

Aaron came in apologizing before I even had a chance to speak.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I did wrong last night, so I called Brenda to ask her advice. I shouldn’t have listened to her when she said we should talk to you together. You have to understand that she was concerned too.”

It said a lot to me that he was more concerned with my emotional state than the fact that I was kneeling before him, totally naked and with my hands cuffed behind my back.

Trust.

“Please sit down,” I said.

And then it all came out. I told him everything, about the divorce, the cutting, the panic attack last night. Everything.

By the time I finished, he was sitting on the floor with me, holding me, as I cried into his shoulder.

“So, I decided that I needed to prove to myself how much I trusted you. I have no access to my clothes. The keys to the cuffs and the gate upstairs are across the street in the mailbox. If you wouldn’t have shown up today, my mom would have caught me like this. And just the fact that I told you everything I just did…”

I was rambling, and I knew it. I shut up.

“What do you want now?” he asked.

“You.”

He arched his eyebrows.

“Are you sure?”

“More than about anything else in my life ever.”

“Do you want me to get the keys first?”

“Whatever you want,” I said.

“Actually, it’s kind of a turn on.”

I smiled.

He moved behind me and began nibbling on my neck. A shiver went through my body, and I could feel goose bumps forming on my legs. The longer he gently sucked and licked where my shoulder met my collarbone, the more tingly I felt. By the time he reached around by body to grasp my boobs, one with each hand, my nipples were already rock hard.

He concentrated on kneading my breasts for what seemed like forever, and I grew more and more excited. Then his body around to my front and began licking my nipples.

I was so close to cumming!

“Please! Enough foreplay!”

He grinned.

He lifted me up bodily onto the couch, and I laid back with my legs spread wide.

He buried his face in my crotch and then I felt the most incredible thing in my life, his tongue! It was amazing. Indescribable. I came almost immediately.

The feeling was so intense that I tried to close my legs to get it to stop, but his head wouldn’t let me. He kept licking, that wet muscle exploring my most sensitive area. I orgasmed twice more before he stopped.

“Do you have a condom?” I asked once I had caught my breath.

He reached into his pocked and pulled out a stack.

“Optimistic much?”

He laughed. Then he began undressing, and all other thoughts left my mind. He had seen me naked so much over the last few days, and I had never seen him. He seemed almost nonchalant about it when he peeled off his boxers revealing it to me.

All I could thing was: ‘how is that going to fit inside me?’

“How do you want me?” I asked.

He had me stand up and bend over the couch with my butt presented to him, my head the only thing keeping me upright. I gasped as I felt him penetrate my pussy.

It was incredible having him inside me. The orgasms before had been, perhaps, more intense, but this was so much better. I felt so connected to him.

I came twice more before he finally finished, and we collapsed together on the floor and cuddled for a while. Then I looked at the clock.

We only had fifteen minutes until the time when Mom normally made it home.

Aaron threw on his clothes and went and got the keys. He took down the gate upstairs and stowed it back in the garage while I got dressed. There was nothing I could do about the wet spot on the couch, so I grabbed a Diet Sprite and poured it over the area. I’d get in trouble about spilling, but that’s a lot better than Mom finding out the true reason for the stain.

Aaron barely made it out the back door before she pulled up, and I was able to pull myself together enough that she didn’t think anything was wrong.

Epilogue

Aaron and I became inseparable. We had sex every chance we got, and, as we were always extremely careful, nothing bad happened because of it.

Aaron helped me find healthier outlets for my stress, such as exhibitionism and sex, rather than cutting. It took a while, but the doctor and my mom finally agreed that therapy was no longer needed.

We dated all through our senior year and into my freshman year of college. I went to a school about two hours away while he took a year off to work to save up money.

It soon became apparent that we were going in different directions, though neither of us wanted to admit it. It was me that finally ended it, and I think he felt as relieved as I did. Not that it didn’t hurt. Both of us went through a down period after the breakup. It all worked out for the best, though, and we’re still good friends to this day.

Even though he wasn’t the soul mate I thought him to be, without him I never would have met the true love of my life. Not only did he teach me how to trust, but he helped me finally achieve peace with my body. Through his eyes, I realized how beautiful my body was even if I would never be a skinny supermodel. In reality, I was actually at a quite healthy weight all those years.

My own daughters will reach that age soon where they start being conscious of their bodies. I can only hope that I can use my experience to help them through their adolescence.

As for Brenda, her dad got transferred in the middle of our senior year. One day she was at school, and, a week later, she was moving four hundred miles away. It sucked, and we all promised to stay in touch.

Truthfully, though, Aaron and I were so wrapped up in each other that Brenda had been somewhat extraneous for a while. We missed her but not as much as we should have. She eventually fell off the map.

Funny thing is that Aaron finally started school a year later and ended up going out of state. Guess who he ran into almost his first day after moving there? That’s right, Brenda. They’re happily married now with a son of their own.

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