The Yellow Sundress

"OK, OK, I did look," Eric said with a worried look on his face.

"Me to," Christopher confessed, "I couldn't help it."

"You're both forgiven, it's my own fault ... but when we get there, can we please sit somewhere where I don't give the rest of the world an exhibition?"

When they arrived at the restaurant, they decided to sit outside, despite the heat. As the waiter ushered them to a table Sandy was aware of many pairs of male eyes following her. She hoped it wasn't because they were able to see through the skirt of the sundress. Once they were seated at a table, with a gleaming white cloth, and sparkling silverware and glasses, Eric ordered some mineral water and a bottle of chilled pinot grigio. When the waiter went to server Eric, he instructed him to only pour half a glass, explaining that he was the driver.

As Sandy sipped the delicious wine, which she had never had before, and was so perfect for the hot afternoon, she couldn't help comparing Eric and Jim. Although they were only a year apart in age, it might as well have been ten years she thought. Maybe that's what a year at university did to you?

Part way through an interesting conversation that took place while they were waiting for their food to arrive, Sandy somehow became aware that Christopher was spending a great deal of time admiring her. Now this was an unusual situation, because the one thing you learned quickly when you double dated with Sherie, was that your boyfriend was going to look at her a lot; men just couldn't help themselves when she was around! Must be the sundress, Sandy decided with an inward chuckle, because Sherie did look as sensational as usual. She had put her extraordinary red hair up because of the heat; and was wearing a sleeveless white linen shirtdress with a number of the top buttons undone. Clearly she hadn't abandoned that tactic quite yet!

But apparently Sandy wasn't the only one who noticed where a great number of Christopher's gazes were going!

"Sandy," Sherie asked with a giggle, "Does that sundress come in any other colours? Because if it does, I'm going to need to buy one in order to get my boyfriend to tear his eyes away from you."

Christopher looked at her sheepishly while Eric laughed at his predicament. As Sherie had become more and more confident in her relationship with Christopher, her outgoing personality and sense of humour was back in evidence.

"What do I have to do," Sherie continued in a teasing tone of voice, "sit here naked in order to get you to pay some attention to me?"

Christopher was about to say something in order to extricate himself, but Sherie cut him off.

"Guilty as charged!" she said firmly, with a nod to the others at the table.

Fortunately for Christopher the food arrived just at that moment, and after it was served the business of eating the wonderful entrées occupied everyone.

They had gelato for dessert, and just as they were finishing it Eric opened his cell phone and began a conversation.

"Hi Dad ... I understand ... No problem ... The concert was cancelled so we can go right away ... Bye."

"I didn't hear your phone ring?" Sandy asked.

"I had it on vibrate so we wouldn't disturb anyone in the restaurant. That was my father, they just left for a few days of vacation, and my mother thinks she forgot to close the sliding doors that go out to the deck. My father is concerned because there have been some break-ins around our neighbourhood recently."

Eric turned to others and asked, "I'm sorry about this, but I think we need to go back to my place for a few minutes so I can lock that door?"

The others just nodded their assent to Eric as he called for the bill, and paid it, while Sandy, Christopher, and Sherie discussed possible plans for the remainder of the day.

As they drove down a street lined with mature trees, and large expensive houses, many of which had obviously been professionally landscaped, Sandy was impressed. Sherie and her parents lived in a better house than Sandy did. But compared to the homes in this district, it was a hovel! She had suspected that Eric's parents had money, but didn't realize just how much.

As Eric wheeled the car into wide circular driveway, in front of a large bungalow attractively topped with a cedar shake roof, she heard Sherie exclaim:

"Wow, this is a nice place, Eric! Can we see inside?"

"Sure! Chris can show you around while I check the house and call my parents."

Once inside, they went through one tastefully furnished room after another, eventually walking out onto a cedar deck that led down several steps to a gracefully curving swimming pool. The entire back yard was surrounded by a high board fence camouflaged by rows of cedars that must have been at least seven feet high. As all of the neighbouring houses were also bungalows, the yard was completely private. Just then Eric returned to join them.

"It was unlocked, wasn't it Chris?"

"Just the screens were closed; nothing else."

"OK, what would everyone like to do now?" Eric asked.

"Why don't we just stay here?" Sherie suggested, "It's nicer than any park, and it's already after three; and maybe we could order in later for dinner. Would your parents mind?"

"Well, I'm not allowed to have any parties while they are away, but having four people here hardly qualifies. Let me call them back."

When Eric returned he was smiling.

"It's fine; my mother even suggested that we take some steaks out of the freezer for a barbeque, and she left me plenty of other food in the fridge for when she's away. Of course I got the usual lecture about being with girls, and drinking, but I'm sending everyone home in a taxi anyway. Can I fix everyone something?"

"That pool sure looks great," Sherie offered.

"Yeah, it is pretty nice," Eric agreed, "and it's so private out here that some nights after hockey, if my parents have gone to bed, I just take a quick dip in the buff, it's quicker and more refreshing than a shower."

"Would you like me to drive you home to get a suit?" Eric then volunteered.

"No, but thanks," Sherie said, sounding disappointed, "If you do that then I'm going to get the old 'twenty questions' routine from my parents, and they might not let me come back."

"Ditto," Sandy offered.

"But you're both going to be in residence in September, they won't even know what you are up to then?" Christopher said.

"I know," Sherie said with a wry look, "trust me, it doesn't make any sense, but when you're a girl, parents treat you differently."

"OK, well then what about that drink?" Eric asked.

"Yes please," Sandy replied to him, "It's hot."

Eric returned shortly with a pitcher of lemonade which he had spiked with some vodka.

"I didn't make it very strong," he explained, "but if you think it is, I have some more lemonade in the kitchen, and I can make yours weaker. I took the steaks out to start to thaw."

Sandy couldn't help but admire how thoughtful Eric was. A lot of boys would try to get the girls a little drunk in a situation like this to see if they could take advantage of them. He was very special!

"Maybe too special," she thought, smiling inwardly, "I might even end up with Sherie's problem!"

Sandy drank the cold lemonade thirstily, as a Trivial Pursuit rematch was proposed. They sat around the patio table under an umbrella and played, with girls narrowly winning this time. A rubber match was decided upon, and Eric served another round of drinks. Sandy noticed the heightened level of laughter around the table, and felt herself flushing from the heat and the alcohol. The girls won this final game, prompting Eric and Christopher to maintain that they had deliberately lost the first time to build up certain male egos, despite giggling protests from Sandy and Sherie to the contrary. When the laughter died down, Sherie looked wistfully at the pool, and then, her demeanour changed.

"Maybe there is a way we all could go swimming," she said with a little smile, "but only if Sandy agrees."

"How so?" Eric asked.

"Well," Sherie said, "we girls could just swim in our underwear, if you let us get in the pool first, and don't look until we're under the water. There would be plenty of time to dry things out while we have dinner. What do you think Sandy?"

Sandy started to consider Sherie's idea, but then she remembered how she was dressed.

"Aren't you forgetting that I'm not wearing much underwear, Sherie? But if you want to swim in yours, it's OK; I can stay here."

"I could give her one of my T-shirts?" Eric suggested.

"Oh great," Sherie said with a loud laugh, she had obviously been a little affected by the drinks as well, "Now Christopher gets to see Sandy in a wet T-shirt to top off his afternoon. Perfect!"

"No, no, don't worry about it," Sandy said with a warm smile at Eric, "the rest of you go ahead."

"That's not very fair, everyone else enjoying the water while you have to sit out," Sherie said, and then she added, giving Sandy a mischievous look, "Tell you what ... If I agreed to go in with just my panties on, would you do the same?"

As Sandy considered this daring proposal, she couldn't help but notice Eric sitting there looking a little stunned!

"We could promise not to look," Christopher volunteered, glancing hopefully at her, and then back at Sherie.

"Oh right, like that would work!" Sherie said, rolling her eyes and giving him a playful swat on the arm, "Christopher, if I'm hot enough, or drunk enough, or whatever, to volunteer to swim in front of you and Eric half naked, then you might as well have the decency to flatter me by taking a good look. Besides, maybe this will stop you from spending the rest of the afternoon daydreaming about what's underneath the top of Sandy's dress!"

Christopher flushed a little at this remark, which suggested to Sandy that he had been spending at least part of his time doing exactly that.

"Well Sandy, what do you think?" Sherie asked with a giggle, "Are we going to give these guys something to remember?"

"You don't have to do this unless you want to," Eric offered, looking concerned.

"I guess I could," she said hesitantly, giving Eric a shy glance in return, "if, like you said, we could be under the water before the guys come in, so I'm not too embarrassed to start with."

"It's just your breasts," Sherie said in an encouraging tone, "Heck everywhere in Europe, women go topless, or even bottomless, at the beach. And most of them aren't nineteen, and don't look anywhere near as good as you!"

"Sherie, you can still wear all your underwear if you want to," Sandy said more firmly, now having made up her mind, "and I'll go swimming in my panties. You don't have to take your bra off just so I'm not the only one with bare breasts."

"Not a chance," Sherie said cheerfully, "Do you really think that I'm going to let Christopher get into a pool where I have to compete for his attention with a beautiful topless female? I don't think so ... the situation with that sundress is bad enough already! ... So Eric, where can we go to change, and could you please get us some towels?"

"No problem, you can use the guest bedroom. Chris, I have a spare swim suit you can use."

"No way, gentlemen," Sherie interjected in a determined voice, "If we're going to swim in our underwear then you guys can too. That's the deal!"

"OK, OK!" Eric said with a grimace, "And today I had to wear boxers instead of briefs! You'll probably be able to see right up inside them when I'm swimming."

"I promise not to look," Sandy said to Eric with a giggle.

"Well I don't!" Sherie said with glee, "What about you Christopher?"

"I have boxers too," Christopher admitted, looking at the heavens with a helpless expression, "really loose boxers. I hope when I'm swimming they don't come off!"

"Goody!" Sherie said, giving each of them in turn a little grin, "But don't worry if anything like that happens, and we get to see some things, because I don't know about Sandy, but I suspect that my panties aren't going to leave very much to the imagination once they get wet!"

After reaching an agreement on how the swimming would start, the two girls accepted the towels that Eric obtained for them, and went into the bedroom to change. Sandy wrapped herself in a large beach towel, having removed her sundress and jewelry. She felt very bold, a little nervous, as well as more than a little bit sexy.

"Good thing we had those drinks, Sherie!" she said with a laugh and slight shiver of anticipation, "But isn't this breaking most of your dating rules?"

"Sandy, don't you get it?" Sherie said, with a note of exasperation in her voice, "When you find a guy like Eric, who looks at you the way he does, and talks to you the ways he does, and treats you the way he does, you don't need my dating rules. If he hasn't already fallen in love with you, I would be the most surprised girl on earth!"

"And as for Christopher," she added with a sigh, "if showing myself to him practically naked doesn't give him some ideas; heaven help me!"

The two girls padded down the hall in their bare feet, crossing the family room and going out on the deck. They left their towels on the patio chairs and climbed down the steps into the shallow end. Once they were fully ducked Sherie called out to the boys, who appeared from the inside of the house in their boxer shorts, and with towels hanging around their necks. They both chose to dive into the pool, after sneaking some glances at the partly naked bodies of the girls treading water in the deep end. As he had suspected, Christopher's boxers came part way off from the force of the dive, and Sandy watched as he furiously pulled them back up under the water. But otherwise, things started a little cautiously, with everyone carefully swimming around. After a few minutes, Sherie was busy stirring the pot!

"See anything you like yet, Christopher?" she teased, "Maybe I should do the backstroke?"

"Why don't you and Eric come over here a little closer so I can see how loose those boxers really are?" she added with a giggle.

That caused some nervous laughter, but it also seemed to break the ice with the boys. Sandy began to feel more relaxed, and less concerned about keeping her breasts partly hidden under the wonderful cool water, which was so refreshing after the heat of the day.

Pretty soon there was some splashing, and horseplay. And as the boys dived to get out of the way in a game of water tag, more than once Sandy saw some partly exposed penises and other parts of their male equipment displayed underneath the loose fabric of both Eric and Christopher's undershorts.

Sherie, now boldly standing waist deep in the shallow end, with water streaming off her hair and down over her beautiful breasts, was complaining, but not very believably, that the boys were trying to tag her in "restricted areas".

Eric protested that if anything it like that had happened, it was purely an accident, and apologized sincerely.

"Fine I accept your apology," she said, waving a finger at him, "but be careful, next time I might tag you inside your shorts ... also by accident of course!"

When they tired of water tag, Sherie made the boys stand chest deep in the water, and then lift her up, one foot in each of their crossed hands, so that they could launch her into to the air and over into the deeper water. As she got into position, Sandy observed, the boys were offered a ring side view of her gently curving behind; not well concealed at all by her extremely brief panties. To say nothing of the fact that the two of them surely had to notice the reddish curls of her pubic hair, peeking out of, and plainly visible through, the almost transparent triangle of wet material that did a very ineffective job of barely covering her crotch. She shrieked with delight at each toss, occasionally letting her breasts or hips bump into Christopher's head or shoulders as she struggled to get into position for the next throw. Sandy suspected that it wasn't an accident that these problems always happened on Christopher's side of the human pyramid.

Sandy finally decided she wanted to try this for herself, first adjusting her panties under the water to preserve any last shreds of modesty that might be left to her. As they raised her upwards, and moved apart so she could spread her legs for balance, she realized that they could probably clearly make out the outline of the luscious folds of her inner pussy lips through the gauzy fabric of her lacy underwear; what there was of it. She was pretty certain that Sherie was providing similar opportunities for some deliciously prurient male viewing. No wonder the boys were enjoying this activity so much! As she travelled through the air with a squeal of exhilaration, and plunged deep into the water, she decided she didn't really care all that much what they might be seeing, this was so much fun!

Sandy was aware that her female anatomy was much more pronounced than most other girls. At sixteen, she had surreptitiously surveyed the school shower room after gym practice on numerous occasions, and then started to worry that she might be abnormal! Even Sherie, who was also well "developed" in this respect, didn't protrude quite as much as she did, and many of the other girls displayed almost nothing at all! One night, after seizing a fortunate opening in a conversation with Sherie, she had blushingly expressed her fears. Sherie, frank as always, had blown away her concerns.

"I was pretty worried about that too," Sherie confessed, "What if boys thought a girl like me was gross. So I asked my brother."

"You asked him?" Sandy said, a little startled and awestruck.

"Yes," Sherie had confided, "Remember, I knew he'd slept with several girls."

"What did he say?"

"He said that he and other most guys found girls like me very sexy. Remember, my simpleton friend, that boys find visual sexual things very arousing, so that pussy of yours might be a bigger turn on than huge breasts to a lot of guys."

After this conversation, Sandy had stopped worrying quite so much about how she looked "down there". However, balancing on the boys hands in the pool, as they looked upwards, no doubt hardly failing to notice her barely concealed intimate femininity before they launched her into the water, she hoped that Eric was like Sherie's brother, and would find that part of her very enticing!

After quite a few more throws, the boys said they were tired, and needed a break. Sandy figured they must really be done in, given the inducement preceding each toss. Everyone got out of the pool, and the girls wrapped themselves in the beach towels to get dry. Eric offered to prepare fresh drinks, and Sandy and Sherie sat with their towels fastened around them like skirts, letting the sun do its work. It was amazing to Sandy how easy it was to be naked from the waist up, once you got used to it. When the drinks were mostly finished, Sherie said:

"C'mon Sandy, let's get changed. Eric, could we borrow a hair dryer from you?"

Eric led them into the house and produced the requested item, and the two girls disappeared into the guest bedroom. There were almost no clothes to put back on, but there was a lot of hair and makeup to fix! Sandy almost laughed as she watched Sherie shove her still dry bra deep inside her shoulder bag. When Sherie saw her reaction she said defensively:

"I'd feel stupid with a bra but no panties!"

Sherie explained that Eric had offered to put their panties in the dryer, but she said they could just as easily dry outside in the sun.

"Besides," she said, giving Sandy a sly smile, "every time Christopher sees them he'll be reminded that I don't have a stitch on under this dress."

"Going for broke?" Sandy asked with a small grin.

"Anything; and everything, Sandy; whatever it takes!" Sherie replied in a determined tone.