The Dragon with the Naked Girl Tattoo

“For the last time, no!” Sergeant Ukil shouted.

“But…”

“Leena, listen to me, please. You’re not trained. You’re not strong. Can you hold a pike and a shield? No.”

“But…”

“You would only be a distraction to the men. Leave. Get to the caves.”

“But Yorn will be in the fighting. I want to protect him,” I said.

His countenance shifted slightly. I thought I could now see some sympathy rather than pure anger on his face.

“I know you want to be with your fiancé, but you can’t help.”

He shook his head, and, when he spoke, his tone was pleading.

“Leena, you should have already left. The enemy will be here soon.”

“You will defeat them. They are nothing! And I can help.”

“Listen you stupid girl! We’re not going to win. No one can help us. They outnumber us twenty to one. All we can do is hope to hold them back long enough that some of the women can escape through the mountains. It’s already too late for you to do even that. Get to the caves. Find the deepest, darkest hole you can. Maybe they won’t find you.”

“But…”

“No more buts. I have work to do, you silly child. Go!”

He turned from me, and I collapsed to the dank ground, crying.

I knew he was right, but it didn’t stop me from cursing him, cursing the unfairness of the situation. Then, suddenly, I had it. Cursing. I would go to the gods for help. The old stories tell of young heroes in desperate situations who implore of the gods and receive great boons. Sure, they rarely answered, but my need was so great.

I rose with a new sense of purpose. I sprinted as fast as I ever had, not even noticing when my bare feet struck a sharp stone or gnarled root. I cut through the forest, struggling against the brush and briars that stung my body. I didn’t care. Even the frigid water of the stream did not slow me.

I ran until I reached the stone foundation that marked the Great Shrine of Many, but I did not stop. I continued past the wood pillars and through the entrance.

“Stop running, girl! Dare you not defy the house of the gods!”

The voice coming when I hadn’t expected it stopped me cold.

“Wise Mother, why aren’t you in the caves?”

“I am bound this temple, child. If the gods choose, I shall die defending it.”

She looked defiant, as if expecting me to challenge her.

“You, however, should be long gone. You’re young and hale and of a fertile age. You could have escaped to help reestablish our people.”

I bowed my head, her disapproval hard to bear.

“Wise Mother, please. I came to pray to the gods for power that I may help deliver our people.”

She looked me over slowly from head to toe. I straightened my skirts and brushed the leaves off my clothes.

The fact that she did not immediately call me a fool heartened me. Instead, she said, “it is uncommon for the Old Ones to grant such a request, but, when they do, it is in times of great stress and to one with such impudence as yourself.”

She shook her head, as if coming to a decision she didn’t much like.

“Very well,” she said. “I will allow it.”

I kneeled before her.

“Prostrate yourself not to me, but to the gods.”

I rose to my feet.

“You are an acolyte of the goddess of virgins, yes?”

I nodded my head.

“No man has knowledge of you? You have never succumbed to temptation even with your own fingers?”

I shook my head vigorously.

“Good. Now listen carefully to my instructions.”

“Yes, Wise Mother.”

“Close your eyes and go into the forest. It is important that you show yourself brave. Walk quickly fearing not what you may encounter. If you hit a tree or find yourself unable to move forward for any reason, it means that your supplication is rejected.”

She put her hands on my shoulders.

“If your feet enter water, open your eyes. You should find flowers that are still in bloom despite the lateness of the season. To petition Tyreatha, pick three red flowers and one blue one. Bring them back to the temple, place them in the vase in the holy room, and pray out loud.”

I turned, ready to do as she told me.

“Remember,” she called to me, “the gods are a jealous lot. Calling on one by name often brings disfavor of the others.”

I found myself nervous at the thought; I had never entered into congress with the pantheon, an activity normally reserved for the priests.

My desire to help my tribe exceeded my apprehension, though, and I had great faith.

I closed my eyes and ran. If bravery impressed them, I would show them how fearless I could be. My feet pounded as fast as I could make them churn, and I kept my hands beside me.

At this speed and without even my arms in front of me for protection, I knew that hitting a tree could kill me, and there were many, many, of those in the direction I headed. I did not allow doubt to enter my mind, though. The gods would protect me and grant my wish. I knew they would.

My show of courage must have done the job because, after running unimpeded for long after I should have struck something, I found the water. It felt warm and soothing, and I opened my eyes.

Such a wondrous and beautiful sight met my vision. Flowers of all shapes, sizes, and colors surrounded me in a meadow. There was no forest, and the mountains that had loomed above me for my entire existence had vanished.

I wanted so to lay down in this tranquil setting, to experience the peace of this place, but, as I dallied here, an army marched toward my beloved. I snatched the first three red flowers I found, but, when I looked for a blue one, I experienced a problem. There were dark ones and light ones of that color. Not knowing the correct one, I grabbed one of each.

The Wise Mother hadn’t told me how to get back to the temple, but I reasoned that I should do the thing that got me here in reverse. I turned around, closed my eyes, and started running once again. Soon, I felt the familiar stone flooring of the temple, and I stopped and cautiously opened my eyes.

I had done it! I made it back.

Still rushing, but endeavoring to be as respectful as possible, I strode into the building.

I called out to the priestess, but she did not answer. Not wanting to waste any more time, I entered the holy place.

Four torches, two on each side wall, provided illumination as little natural light came in through the doorway, the only opening. A huge stone and wood altar in the middle of the room dominated the small space, and the most gorgeous glass vase sat on top of it. Surrounding the altar was a circular channel filled with water.

I stepped over it and placed the flowers in the vase. Since I didn’t know which of the blue ones to use, I figured it would be best to err on the side of caution and use both. Then, I knelt and began to pray.

“Please help me defeat the enemy of my people and save Yorn, my fiancé.”

In the stories, even when a wish is granted, the gods manage to play some trick on the supplicant, usually based on the wording of the prayer. I thought it best to keep my request brief.

With my need so great, I expected to be answered immediately, but I didn’t feel any different. I walked out of the temple and found a rock. I picked it up and threw it. It went no further than any other time I had thrown one. Obviously, I hadn’t been granted tremendous strength.

I ran a short distance. My steps covered a normal amount of terrain in a normal amount of time. No superior speed had been given to me either.

I jumped as high as I could. I went no higher than normal. I felt no increase in my vision or hearing or even taste or smell. My entreaty had been denied.

Part 2

I resigned myself to finding a cave and hiding. My feet did not hurry, however. I felt no fear of the invaders catching me. If they did, what more could they do to me? Yorn was doomed. I was doomed. My people were doomed.

I walked a long time up into the mountains. So engrossed was I in my misery, that I failed to notice the shadow passing over me until I felt a disturbance in the air above my head. I looked up to find a winged serpent circling over me.

At first, I cringed in fright. A creature of legend attacked me. Then I realized, he made no hostile movement. In fact, he landed in front of me.

This, then, was the answer to my prayer, a mighty dragon come to slay my enemies.

My heart leapt in elation. I fell to my knees and thanked the gods, careful not to single out Tyreatha lest one of the other gods take offense.

I rose and looked at the miracle that had been provided to me. It was smaller than I would have expected, no longer than I was tall and not much bigger around than my narrow waist. Still, the efficacy of magical creatures cannot be determined solely by their size, and, in every other way, this one was magnificent.

It’s scales shone with reflected blue green light, and it’s wings, which each stretched out as long as its body in flight, folded to almost nothing as it sat on the ground. It’s legs ended in talons that looked sharp enough to shear through a tree, and its teeth could probably chew stone.

There was an indentation right where the neck met the body that looked perfectly sized for me to ride. I approached it cautiously.

“Mr. Dragon, I’m going to climb up onto you now,” I said.

I turned so that its rear haunch was facing me, and I noticed a marking there. It looked like a tattoo depicting a girl riding on a dragon seated right where I had supposed, right at the junction of neck and body. Proud of myself for figuring it out before seeing the diagram, I approached the creature.

As I got close to it, however, it backed away.

“What is it, Mr. Dragon? I plan to climb on to ride you just as shown.”

The dragon’s head went rapidly up and down, and it once again pointed the haunch at me. I looked at it more closely, particularly at the girl. Her face looked remarkably like mine, but there was a major difference between her and me – she wasn’t wearing any clothes.

Her naked breasts with pointed nipples were clearly visible when I got close to the drawing. She was seated on the dragon, but I could even see a tuft of black curly hair between her legs.

“Mr. Dragon, surely you don’t mean it! Do I have to be undressed to ride you?”

The dragon nodded his head once again and turned to me. I swear it was grinning, though, considering all those teeth, I don’t know what gave me that impression.

I was stunned. I couldn’t even say the word naked out loud, much less think about riding around on this great beast in such a state. Modesty was accounted as a great virtue in our village, and I had not been seen even remotely undressed by anyone since I was a young child.

Still, our peoples’ lives were at stake. If me being uncomfortable could save them, then I would have to do it.

It watched me as I pulled the dress over my shoulders.

“Could you at least look away?”

It shook its head back and forth.

I turned away from it. It…jumped. Suddenly, instead of being behind me, it was there in front of me, watching.

“Fine!”

I pulled my shift over my head, baring my nude breasts to the creature. My sense was that its grin grew bigger, though, once again, I can point to nothing specific that made me think that.

Trying my best to cover my exposed chest with one arm, I untied the string holding my drawers up with the other hand. I let the garment slip down my legs while keeping that hand firmly in place over my most private area.

I stepped out of the drawers and stood in front of it naked, though I kept myself covered as much as I could. As irrational as it was, I fervently hoped that there was no one hiding behind me in the forest. I couldn’t imagine the embarrassment if someone were to see my bare butt.

I advance toward the dragon, but it once again backed away.

“What now, beast? You bade me undress, and I did. Now let me ride you.”

Something about its demeanor suggested a chuckle to me, but the only response that actually registered to me was it widening its eyes.

“Why did you do that with your eyes? You want to see something?”

Then I understood. Oh that horrible, horrible creature.

“You want to see me?”

It bobbed its head.

Cursing myself for ever coming up with the idea of imploring the gods, I dropped my hands.

“There,” I said. “Happy?”

The infuriating thing nodded again.

Glaring at it, I walked toward it, my hands aching to cover myself, but I couldn’t take the risk.

It backed away yet again.

“Creature!” I yelled. “What now?”

It moved its head in a circular motion. The perverted thing now wanted me to turn around so that it could see my backside.

Biting the inside of my cheeks to prevent myself from crying out in frustration, I turned in a circle for it.

“Can I get on now?”

Its head bobbed.

“Finally!”

It bent its legs so that it was nearly laying on the ground, and I picked up my clothes and draped them over the creatures back just behind my seat. It was then easy to straddle him and sit down. It immediately extended its legs and raised up its head.

The motion was so smooth, though, that I barely noticed it. The scales looked harder than the metal plates that the soldiers wore, but they were so soft! When it raised it’s head, the neck portion pushed me back, and I found myself securely cradled.

The seat fit me like it had been tailored to my specifications and was remarkably comfortable except for two small bumps. As I sat, these two protrusions in the animal’s scales fit exactly where no contact should be made on any girl who is an acolyte of the virgin.

I found the sensation of the touch strange, though not exceedingly uncomfortable. I put it out of my mind as I turned to more pressing matters. I needed to get back to the Wise Mother and get her advice on how best to utilize this gift, but how was I to get this thing to fly?

No sooner had I thought it than the dragon’s wings unfurled and it leapt into the air, flying straight for the temple. As it rose, it turned over in a complete circle. I was quite scared, but, with the snugness of the seat, I found myself in no danger of falling. As it completed its roll, I looked at the ground and saw something floating down – my clothes!

There went any chance at all of preserving my modesty. I had planned on landing near the temple, getting dressed, and walking to her. Now I had no choice but to be seen by the most revered woman of our tribe while completely undressed. I nearly wept.

Another sensation distracted me from my dismay, however. So smooth was the flight that most of my body seemed to be completely at rest despite our movement. That was not the case with the two protrusions. They seemed to pulse as we moved, sending the most unwelcome sensations through my body. The only way I could find to remedy the situation was to sit up in the seat, clenching my thighs against the dragon to keep my nether regions from contacting the scales.

I was still riding in that position when the temple came into view. We were so high up that I couldn’t make out many details, but there were four figures standing in front of the building. It looked like three of them were facing the fourth.

As we got closer, the dragon lowered in altitude. Three enemy soldiers dressed in green, holding nasty looking swords, faced off against the Wise Mother who held only a staff. The men were laughing at her.

‘I must save her,’ I thought.

As soon as it crossed my mind, my mount dove. One of the men pointed at me, and the others turned in my direction. The dragon swept two of them off their feet, but, when I looked back, they got right back up.

If it had this much trouble with a few soldiers, how was it going to defeat an entire army?

I still held myself above the seat, but, by that time, my thighs were getting fatigued. Reluctantly, I lowered myself down as the dragon came about for another run. Again, it knocked a couple of men to the ground but didn’t seem to injure them severely. On the positive side, the one man who managed to stab the creature with his sword didn’t seem to cause any damage.

As we rose once again into the air, I got this strange feeling in my stomach, and I noticed that there was moisture on my seat. It wasn’t anywhere near my time of the month, and I hadn’t lost control of my bodily functions. I wondered what it could be.

Again I noticed the curious feature of the creature’s body. Even though we moved at great speed, except for the strength of the wind, I felt almost as if I were seated at rest on the ground. That is except for those two weird protrusions. They vibrated constantly, and, the more they moved, the stranger I felt, not bad by any means, but definitely strange.

I was distracted from my wondering by the dragon beginning another dive. I know it sounds weird, but the creature seemed to grow. My legs, rather than hanging down off it, were split wide, and it’s neck seemed to get longer before my very eyes.

This time, it caught one of the men in its mouth. He would not be getting up again.

We looped around once again, and both the sensations in my body and the size of the dragon increased. The remaining two men had started running after their compatriot was killed. Each of them was seized by a large talon and torn as if he were paper, armor and all.

I turned my head, feeling slightly queasy at the sight, and wished for the dragon to take me to the Wise Mother. He did, and I dismounted in front of her, forgetting my nakedness entirely. My legs were shaky as I reached the ground.

“Am I too late?” I shouted. “Has the invasion began?”

“No, child, these are just some scout troops. They are so confident of their victory that they send men to find out where all the spoils are being hidden. Now, I must ask you -why are you naked?”

I threw my hands over myself to cover my important parts and lowered my head.

“I am so sorry, High Priestess. The dragon would not let me ride him unless I was naked. I had hoped to land and dress before seeing you, but my clothes slid off his back.”

“This is an unusual requirement to use a gift from a god who requires modesty. Tell me in detail everything you did.”

I related my story up until the point where I found two blue flowers.

“A dark blue and a light blue? Child, there is no dark blue flower.”

“I looked like it to me.”

“Could it have been a deep purple?”

“Maybe, I have always had trouble discerning colors closely.”

Then the absolute weirdest thing of all happened. The Wise Mother burst out laughing.

“Oh child, that’s an interesting combination.”

“What? What is it?”

“First tell me the rest of your story. I need to hear everything.”

I did so, leaving nothing out, not even the strange feelings or the dragon’s growth. By the time I had finished, the Wise Mother nearly collapsed she laughed so hard.

“Child, you supplicated both the goddess of virgins and the god of sex at the same time. Their gift is shared. That sensation that you described was sexual arousal.”

“Oh Wise Mother, I promise I won’t let myself ride in the seat any more no matter how tired my legs get. I’m so sorry.”

She grew serious.

“You don’t understand. The more aroused you get, the stronger the dragon gets. If you want to defeat an army, you’re going to have to ride in that seat a lot.”

She turned to the dragon.

“What happens if she orgasms?”

The creature did not react to the question.

“I’ve only been able to get it to answer yes or no.”

“Very well. Dragon, will you abandon our cause if she experiences orgasm?”

Again, it didn’t respond.

“It responded to my question.”

“You try it, then.”

I asked the same question, and the beast nodded its head.

“Child, attend me. This is important. There comes a point where the arousal gets to a point where it feels like you’re going to explode. The closer you get to that point, the better, but you absolutely cannot give in. The second you feel you’re going too far, do whatever you need to pull back. Understand?”

I didn’t really, but I nodded.

“Good, now go save our people!”

Part 3

I may have been naïve, but I wasn’t stupid. By that point, I had figured out that the dragon responded to my thoughts. I simply desired for him to launch us and take us to the front lines, and he did.

It wasn’t until we were well on our way, though, that I realized that I was fast approaching thousands of men, and I was still stark naked. I decided to experiment. I draped my arm over my breasts.

Immediately, we began plunging toward the earth. Even after I hastily removed the arm, we still fell. I literally had to thrust my chest out obscenely before it righted us.

“Okay, okay. I get it. No covering.”

I could swear it chuckled.

Meanwhile, riding low in the seat was at once exhilarating and terrifying. The sensations in my body increased with every inch we flew. I wanted desperately to put my hand down there and feel those body parts, much like it is almost irresistible to rub an itch.

I couldn’t though. Instead, I spent the whole time worrying that I might be about to go too far, that I would lose our people’s one chance at salvation before I did more than get rid of three advance scouts.

As the Wise Mother had predicted, the dragon got bigger and more powerful as I got more excited. Soon, he was monstrous indeed, though my seat remained comfortable and secure.

As we flew to the valley, I noted a battle line wearing the red armor of my people at the ready and prepared fortifications in the narrowest part. I flew in the direction they faced wanting to find the enemy. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad being seen naked by the men if they didn’t live to remember it.

As I got further out, though, a disastrous sight met my eyes – a second red clad line, this one spread across the mouth of the valley. The green liveried enemy had not yet engaged, but they were steadily marching toward the soldiers of my people, their line twenty deep compared to our side’s three. Instinctively, I knew that my beloved would be down there, one of the ones at the front.

“Yorn!” I yelled, urging the dragon to save him.

We dove into the advancing soldiers, leaving a gap ten men across and taking out that entire section of line. Just like that, we had destroyed two hundred men. As I looked back though, I was dismayed to discover that it made almost no difference. They had already closed up ranks.

I needed more power.

We made another pass. This time, the enemy was prepared for us, and, though they weren’t able to harm the creature and nothing touched me, our tactic was much less effective. They spread out, and we killed less than half the number as the first time.

Being a virgin in a village that valued chastity and modesty, I knew nothing about sex or arousal, but I knew what felt right. My nipples and my nether regions ached to be touched, so I did what came naturally.

My right hand found my breast and began caressing it. I teased and tweaked my nipple and squeezed myself softly. With my left hand, I stroked the sensitive folds of skin at the bottom of my curly hair.

It felt heavenly. This was a gift from the gods indeed.

Even in the bath washing myself, I had always been careful to give this area sparse attention and that at the end of a thick brush. I would never go back to that.

I barely noticed as we made yet another pass, but I knew the two sides were getting close. I was lost in my own world.

As I rubbed harder and harder, though, the Wise Mother’s orders returned to my mind. If I let myself go too far, all would be lost.

I was so, so close.

I didn’t want to stop.

I moaned, trying to stop my hand.

The dragon dove once more, and, this time, spit fire at the enemy soldiers. It was this act that finally broke me out of my stupor.

I wrenched my hands away and lifted my bottom out of the seat.

Panting, I surveyed the battle below. Parts of the enemy line had been decimated. Even their huge numbers couldn’t survive losing almost a thousand men without having some kind of impact.

As I watched in horror, however, the two lines met, the weight of the onrushing tide crashing into my people.

“Yorn!” I yelled again.

The dragon honed in on a point near the middle of the melee. As we landed, I heard trumpets blaring. Our men started running back in the direction of the fortifications I had flown over earlier.

The dragon turned himself in a circle, and, before I knew it, all the enemy combatants in the immediate area were gone. I saw a figure in red down on one knee. It was my betrothed!

I leapt out of my seat and ran to him.

“Yorn, are you injured? Please be okay.”

He looked up at me, his eyes wide.

“Leena. You’re naked.”

In spite of everything, I blushed, realizing that I wore not a stitch, and all these men were seeing me. Part of me wanted to grab his cloak and cover myself. Part of me wanted to rip his clothes off and mount him right there.

“Oh Yorn,” I cried, wrapping my arms around him.

“You need to retreat with our army. I’ll keep the enemy off you.”

“But how? What?”

“Later. Run.”

He got up wincing, the armor at his side dented. I didn’t see any blood, though.

The dragon had kept the area around us clear, but, without me on him, he was shrinking rapidly. I jumped back on him, making sure that the two protrusions made good contact. He started growing again immediately.

I once again surveyed the battle as we lifted off, and I despaired at what I saw. The enemy was right behind my people. They would never make it to safety.

Then I noticed the ravine spanned with five wooden bridges. The first of our army was just reaching it and crossing it. I knew nothing about war, but maybe they could rally at that point.

After that, my first priority became making sure that Yorn made it to safety. The next concern was eliminating whichever group of enemy soldiers was nearest the ravine.

We picked off groups of twenty here and fifty there, and, by doing so, gave all our men the chance to get across. I watched as the bridges filled with enemy troops, contemplating trying to have the dragon destroy them somehow.

I didn’t have to.

As soon as the first of the men in the green armor reached the other side with the bridges packed behind them, all five collapsed simultaneously. My army then turned on cue and advanced on the ones who had made it across. They were dispatched quickly, and a cheer went up.

Looking down, I saw a man motioning up at me. He pointed at me then at the ground. I got the message. Reluctantly, I had the dragon land.

Part 4

The soldiers who had been raucously cheering the dragon fell into an eerie silence when they saw me riding it. I shuddered at all the eyes on my body but did not cover myself.

“Girl, you really saved our butts back there. It would have been a disaster without you. Most of the men here owe you their lives. I have to ask, though. Why are you naked?”

Feeling more self conscious than I had at any point in my life, I gave him a vastly condensed version of what happened. Basically, I told him that I prayed to the gods for help and that being naked was the price I had to pay. I couldn’t discuss the other condition with a man.

“If you don’t mind helping further?”

“Yes sir. I’ll go take out some more of the enemy.”

“Actually, you’d be more useful if you can take word of what happened back to General Trake at the fortification and then put yourself at his disposal. Tell him the deception worked even better than we ever could have imagined. We can handle the retreat from here, and the next big battle won’t be for a while. If we can get you to work in conjunction with us, we may actually win this thing!”

How could I say no? That’s how I found myself a short while later landing in the middle of a group of my own men who pointed swords at me.

I dismounted and stood before them totally naked. I could see their eyes divided between watching the dragon and eyeing my charms. I was so embarrassed. With more bravado than I felt, shouted at them.

“Take me to the General at once! I have an urgent message.”

The man I addressed looked skeptical, but, out of the corner of my eye, I saw another man step forward. It was Sergeant Ukil.

“I know this girl. I’ll take her. Watch the beast.”

With that, he turned and marched in the opposite direction leaving me to follow him, acutely aware that I was the only girl in the middle of all these men and butt naked to boot. What choice did I have, though? I followed.

Everyone I passed stopped and stared. Conversations were stopped cold. One boy a few years younger than me dropped a sack of grain he was carrying. No one offered me clothes, however.

My arms drifted of their own accord toward my breasts and bush. To cover them seemed like an admission of shame, however. I was a hero. It was my willingness to be naked that had saved all those men, had saved Yorn.

I ended up with my arms crisscrossed over my stomach, effectively leaving all my private parts open to view.

I had thought that once I was off the dragon, my arousal would fade. Somehow, under the gazes of all these men, it didn’t. It was a different kind of excitement. Before, the stimulation had been external, the knobs physically rubbing against me. This was internal. I couldn’t describe why, but the feeling seemed more shameful. Also, however, it felt more intense.

We finally reached a wooden building, and the sergeant escorted me inside.

“Report!” an old man sitting at a desk, not even bothering to raise his face to look at me, said.

“The deception worked even better than you ever could have imagined,” I said, repeating faithfully the words that had been given to me.

He looked up and didn’t seem surprised in the least to be confronted with a stark naked, nubile young lady.

“Attention!” he shouted.

Sergeant Ukil arched his shoulders back and clasped his hands behind his back. I did my best to copy him, wincing at how my breasts jutted out.

“Who are you?”

“Leena, sir.”

“Why are you in my office? Sergeant, why have you brought this person to my office?”

“She rode in on a dragon, sir.”

“I see. Report.”

He managed to coax the whole story out of me, even the really embarrassing parts. I stuttered over words like arousal and orgasm, all the while showing my body to him.

He dispatched a messenger to find the Wise Mother and called his top officers in for a conference. I don’t know what was worse, standing naked before them or the fact that they barely seemed to notice. The general did, eventually, let me be ‘at ease,’ and, once again, I tried to copy the sergeant.

It had been a long, stressful, emotional day, and I had a hard time following their conversation. My attention drifted until something caught my attention.

“Beg your pardon, sir, but I will not keep riding the dragon after the enemy is defeated. I’m to be married.”

There was much arguing after that simple statement. They implored to my patriotism. They threatened me. I stood firm. Finally, they marched me out to the dragon to ask some questions.

I had gotten almost used to being naked in the company of the older officers. Being paraded past all the young soldiers, however, made me uncomfortable once again. I was acutely aware of all the eyes on me as I addressed the creature. Somehow, I never thought to ask for clothes, though.

“Dragon, is there any way for me to – and I said this next part very softly – lose my virginity and still have you fight for my people?”

It nodded its head.

“How?”

It did what I interpreted as a shrug. Of course, it could only answer yes or no questions. That meant I had to guess how to make it happen.

“Can I still ride you if I’m not a virgin?”

It shook it’s head. How could that be? How could it still fight for my people if I couldn’t ride it.

“Could someone else ride you? Another virgin?”

It bobbed its head up and down.

“There you go, gentlemen. Find a replacement for me, and I can be married.”

“Any naked virgin can ride the dragon, then? Let’s test that theory to make sure.”

General Trake called over one of the young servant girls.

“Strip naked,” he commanded her.

She looked around at all the eyes on her but, otherwise, appeared too scared to move.

“What are you waiting for?”

His harsh tone must have broken through to her because, with her hands shaking, she grasped the hem of her dress. She eyed the general imploringly but was granted no reprieve.

She lifted the garment over her head and let it fall to the ground. She stood there, trembling, wearing only her shift.

“Come on, now. Get the rest off. We haven’t all day.”

Her pleading eyes met mine. I shrugged. If I could do something about it, I already would have. When you’re comparing embarrassment to the survival of our people, modesty has to give way.

I could see tears forming in her eyes as she lifted the short white garment up.

If I weren’t already so jaded by the fact I had been seen naked by so many, I would have felt badly for her. The shift already was much shorter than was considered proper attire in mixed company showing off her legs to above the knees, and the thin material didn’t do much to hide the shape of her breasts and nipples either.

It concealed even less of her as it slowly rose up her body. First, her creamy white thighs were revealed to the assemblage, then her soft brown curls, then her flat stomach and tiny belly button, and finally her perky breasts with their long erect nipples. I found myself growing aroused at her embarrassment.

She immediately threw her arms over her private parts. Part of me hated to do it, but I had to speak up.

“The dragon won’t let her on if she’s covering up.”

I’m surprised that the gods didn’t smite me down where I stood considering the glare she gave me.

Before the general had a chance to order to her, she dropped her arms to her side, hands clenched into fists. She apparently wanted to get her ordeal over with as soon as possible because she quickly advanced on the dragon. The sacrifice of her dignity was to no avail, though. The dragon backed away, showing the haunch with the tattoo.

“General, if you’ll remember from my report, the beast made me turn around and display myself before it would let me ride.”

The girl looked horrified but showed her moxie, along with the rest of her. After completing a rotation, she tried to approach the dragon. It again backed away.

“Girl, are you a virgin? Tell the truth!” the general ordered.

“Yes sir! I’ve never been touched sir.”

Sergeant Ukil spoke up.

“Sir, this is the daughter of the schoolteacher. She has a good reputation and is young. I doubt she has been with a man.”

Again, I hated myself.

“The dragon also will not let a girl ride it if she has, uh, touched herself.”

The girl once again shot daggers at me with her glare.

“Girl?”

“I haven’t. I swear.”

I could tell that no one believed her.

“Get me another girl. Make sure this one is pure,” the general said.

The brown haired young thing grabbed her clothes off the ground and ran away, clutching them to her front. I, along with all the young men, couldn’t help but watch her bare jiggling backside as she retreated. With her gone, all their attention returned to me.

I did my best to remain dignified. My actions had saved the lives of so many! I was a hero!

It’s hard to feel heroic, however, when you’re stark naked with so many men gawking at you. My hands returned to their awkward location on my stomach of their own accord.

A short time later, another young lady approached us, this one a beautiful blonde with a trim waist and large chest.

“You called for me, father,” she said to the general.

General Trake’s eyes widened as he turned to her.

“What’s the meaning of this?”

“You said you wanted a girl that you knew was unspoiled. I figured who better than your own daughter,” one of the officers said.

“But…”

“Unless you think she isn’t pure?”

“No, I’m sure she is.”

The general, who had seemed so unconcerned about my nudity and about stripping the poor servant girl, obviously didn’t feel the same when it came to his own daughter. Despite his callousness towards me, I felt sympathy for him, and for her, at that time.

I looked around for any way to save the situation before he could issue the order he clearly didn’t want to issue. I saw the tattoo, the girl who resembled me.

“I know why it didn’t work.”

“Excuse me?”

“The servant girl. I know why the dragon didn’t accept her as a rider. See the tattoo? It’s a representation of me. That’s means that the dragon sort of belongs to me. I’m it’s only rider.”

“But it said that another could ride it.”

“Dragon, do I have to transfer my hold over you to another before she can ride you?”

It nodded its head vigorously.

“Well then, do we even have to use a female?” the general asked.

I relayed the question to the creature. It turned out that only girls were allowed to ride it.

Just then a scout came up and reported that the enemy had been spotted in the distance.

The soldiers erupted into a flurry of activity, and I was largely forgotten. The general issued orders left and right. Once he got everyone situated, he turned back to me.

“Now to put our plan in action.”

Part 5

He had me fly out of the back of the camp keeping low to the ground and land out of sight on the backside of one of the small mountains overlooking the fortification from either side.

After a while, he and his entourage rode up to the site and explained my role in the battle.

I seemed that the enemy had learned from our previous encounter. They were approaching in small groups of ten to twenty. Our military leaders believed that the dragon would be much more effective if we could get the other side to bunch up.

The plan was to let them think the creature and I were no longer available. The enemy would naturally bunch up while laying siege to the fortifications.

“Then,” the general said, “you sweep down from the top of the mountain blowing fire at them.”

“Fire?” I said. “That could be a problem. I have to be really, um, excited for the dragon to be powerful enough to blow fire.”

The general thought for a moment and turned to a messenger.

“Get the lad – what’s his name? – Yorn, and bring him to me.”

The young man jumped on a horse and took off down the trail to our camp as fast as he could safely travel.

“What does Yorn have to do with this?”

I wasn’t complaining. Having him here would remove him from the much more dangerous area below.

“You’ll see.”

By the time my fiancé finally arrived, the enemy was forming up for a charge at our battle line.

“Hurry,” the general said, “there’s not much time.”

He pointed at me.

“You, get up on the dragon but arrange yourself like you’re riding side saddle.”

I did as he commanded. The funny thing was, the seat felt comfortable sitting in that position as well. I would never have guessed that from looking at it.

“Now spread your legs wide.”

“What? You can’t be serious!”

“I am. Do it this instant, young lady!”

Besides the general, Yorn, and I, there were six other soldiers milling about. When they heard his order, they looked at me expectantly.

Only the knowledge that the fate of our people rested in my hands compelled me to comply.

I meekly spread my legs, revealing my most private girl parts to all of them. There was an expression of lust on most of the faces of the younger soldiers. Yorn appeared to be waffling between extreme embarrassment and hunger.

The general directed Yorn to get on his knees in front of me. I winced at the close up view of me he was getting. After all, we had barely ever even kissed. The only saving grace was that his head at least hid that part of me from the rest of their eyes.

“Lick her,” the general said.

“Excuse me?” Yorn said.

“Excuse me?” I said.

“Lick her,” he repeated. “That’s an order.”

He tentatively starting licking me on my stomach.

“No, son. Not there. Lower.”

If I thought that my own fingers exploring that area felt good, I was mistaken by an order of magnitude. When his tongue touched me, it was the most incredible, awe-inspiring experience of my life. I could not imagine anything feeling better. I can’t even begin to find enough superlatives to describe it.

I roughly clutched the back of his head in my hands as I leaned back to allow him easier access.

Apparently encouraged by my reaction, he increased his efforts. Gone were the tentative strokes. Instead, he licked me with force and vigor.

I let myself drown in the sensation, relishing it, allowing no other thoughts to enter my mind. I panted.

Then, cruelly, he was pulled away from me. As I opened my eyes, I saw the general dragging Yorn backwards.

I had been so close.

Then, I realized how close I had been to complete disaster.

“Go, child! Now!” the general implored of me.

I hastily twisted so that my legs straddled the dragon and focused on my desire to destroy the enemy army. He leapt into the air and swelled to enormous proportions.

Three dives and three fireballs later, the enemy was routed.

I was too worn out from the exertion of the day to use my thighs to keep my nether regions from contacting the creatures scales and, considering how worked up Yorn had gotten me without letting me find release, I was near bursting with arousal.

The cheering soldiers had cleared a circle in the middle of the camp large enough for me to land. I did and found the general, Yorn, and the Wise Mother waiting for me.

“Leena, you can’t know how much we appreciate what you have done here today. You have saved us all,” the general said.

He gave no sign of letting up in his speech.

“Stuff it,” I said.

I ran to Yorn and nearly knocked him off his feet with my leaping embrace. I kissed him deeply.

“I want you. I need you. Now!” I said.

“But, you’re not yet married. What about the dragon?” The general said.

I looked around and saw a young maiden with golden hair and striking green eyes standing near the front of the crowd.

“You a virgin?” I asked her.

“Yes, of course,” she stammered.

I pulled Yorn’s sword from his belt and slashed at her. Her clothes fell off her, exposing her unmarked skin to everyone. She tried to cover her nakedness, but I slapped her hands away.

“Follow me.”

I walked over to the dragon not even bothering to see if she obeyed me. I placed my hand over the tattoo and concentrated on transferring my command of the beast to the other girl.

I turned. She was right behind me.

“Just put your hand here.”

She did. The tattoo changed to show a girl with a larger bust than mine and obviously blond hair.

I then grabbed Yorn’s hand and drug him over to the Wise Mother.

“Marry us.”

Proving that the wise in her title wasn’t just honorary, she did not object.

“Dearly beloved…” she began.

“Too slow. Skip to the end.”

“I now pronounce you man and wife.”

I kissed Yorn fiercely before dragging him after me. The general’s office was nearby. I barely made it in the door before I turned on my new husband and tore off his clothes. I’m told that my screams of passion were heard for miles around.

Epilogue

I saved my people from certain destruction, founded the Corps of Naked Virgin Dragon Riders, and got married; it was an eventful day.

Many rewards and much praise were heaped upon me, and Yorn and I lived happily together for a long, long time. He eventually rose through the ranks to become the army’s general while I became first an acolyte then priestess of the god of sex.

No god ever had a more devoted practitioner than I.

As for the NVDRs, they still exist to this day, trained to take themselves to the very edge of orgasm without succumbing, protecting our people from all threats.

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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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