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Eventually, I turned to Katie and whispered, "what do you think? Are you ready to go back?" She let out a slow breath, stretched her bare body once more on the grass and whispered back, "no, but I guess we should go."
We stood up. I was pretty dry, except for my hair and a lingering cool dampness in my pubic triangle. We each brushed the random blades of grass from our skin, turning this way and that as we did so, and then we headed off towards the trail that led back to her neighborhood. I kept telling myself that I would look away when we got back to that point where she would have to lift her leg to get across the fallen tree that had exposed her entire backside to me on the way to the pond, but somehow when we got to it, I was looking again right up her ass crack when she stretched to get across. In the night sky, the moon was a little higher now, and this time there was no doubt that I was seeing her most private place.
The funny thing is, this time, I didn't think it was gross. Slow down, there, boys, it's not like I thought it was hot or anything, staring at her butthole right in front of my face like that. It's just that, I don't know, it wasn't gross. It wasn't gross to me, and it wasn't hot, either; it just was.
I remember thinking to myself at that moment that this "it just is" attitude was what Katie was always trying to tell me about nudism, and until now, I had never quite believed her. The problem, I guess, was really that I had never quite understood.
Now, as I noted and then dismissed the whiff of her that lingered as I climbed over the fallen tree in my turn, I couldn't wait to do this again.
And yes, boys, I sometimes do return in my mind to that night when I lie in bed alone touching myself. But in those fantasies, Katie isn't there. It's just me, and my body, and the night.
- COMMENTS
babaloo92about 5 years agoThis is wonderful. It reminds me so if my early experiences. It's not about sex. It's about being unencumbered. Please keep writing these types of stories. They are hard to find.
pg240over 11 years agoI liked it a lot. Quite cerebral living inside this girl's head throughout the experience. Plenty of stories get right to heavy sex around here, if that's what's desired. This psychological study is a nice change of pace and very well written. Paced nicely, so didn't seem overly long. I must admit, however, that I did find it arousing at times and enjoyed that. Asides to the reader didn't bother me a bit. Seemed like a well-used literary device to me.
sun_sea_skyover 11 years agoIt reads like it really happened. In fact, the fact that the two girls didn't fuck, or do anything sexual apart from ... well ... going skinny dipping, makes it sound like things we might have done. Or really did, when we were younger.
You address the reader as a male, which may or may not be what they are, but I accept your explanation above that this is how the narrator is thinking.
I think you have captured how a young woman might well think about herself, her friends, her sexuality, and how men perceive her, very well.
Erotonautover 11 years agoThis site is about eroticism and sensuality as much as plain fucking, and your story certainly qualifies in the first two regards. You built up the characterisation, developed the narrative and - a plus for me - focussed upon our narrator's feelings of trepidation and growing excitement. I didn't find her "snitty" in the least, just a little defensive.
