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Introduction: These short stories were written over the course of a few years. Figured Id do a quick editing job and post them. Most have exhibitionism, some have younger girls. Any comments or constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated! And keep in mind that youre not going to like all of them… 1
Alexs heart was racing as she sat the quarters down on one of the washing machines. The laundromat was empty, and she prayed it stayed that way. She took a deep breath and opened the lid.
The laundromat was in the basement of her apartment building. It was pretty busy during the day, but at night there was rarely anyone there.
Alex hesitated a moment longer, looking toward the door, then pulled her shirt up over her head. She hesitated once more, knowing that the sooner she got it over with, the better, then slid her shorts down her long slender legs.
She had found out in college that acts of voyeurism turned her on, some people would call her an exhibitionist (some others would call her a slut). She had felt moisture between her legs right after she stepped out of her apartment (stepping out actually confirmed that she was going to go through with this). Now she found that her legs were wobbly.
Her shirt and shorts went into the washer, then her bra followed. Finally she worked up the courage to slip out of her panties, and she dropped them in with the rest. Now she was completely naked, with nothing to cover herself. Being so naked and exposed in the frequently used laundromat sent a spark of lust between her thighs.
Alex put quarters in the machine and set it to wash. It would take twenty minutes to wash them and ten to rinse. Theyd probably dry pretty quickly. She had killed time when she first got here, so she thought it was only fair to set the timer up five minutes.
She had accidentally leaned against the machine, and found that the metal was extremely cold to skin that wasnt used to being bare. She braced herself before she sat down, but found that plastic, though cold, wasnt nearly as cold. Leaning back a little, she sat with her arms at her sides and her legs tightly together.
Part of what she agreed to if she had lost the bet was that she had to shave between her legs. That left her feeling even more exposed, but she had to admit that she liked it that way.
Thinking she had heard something, Alex sat up straight and listened as hard as she could. Her arms wanted to cover her breasts as best they could, but she wasnt allowed to cover up. She waited anxiously for someone to step into the laundromat, but no one did. She sighed relief.
It seemed like a long time, but even without a watch, she knew that it had only been about five minutes since she stepped out of her panties. She wondered how she could pass the time when all she really wanted to do was get back up to her apartment and masturbate like crazy.
She once again held her breath and listened intensely. This time she was sure of it: she heard footprints. Even if she wanted to, there was nowhere to run. She simply sat and prayed that it was just the janitor or a maintenance man (or woman) and they would walk right on by the door without taking any notice of her.
A young woman about her age took three steps into the room before noticing the naked girl.
Oh! she said, purely out of surprise. I mean, hi! Im sorry, I just wasnt expecting to find…anyone else down here. Im Kim, she said, offering her hand to Alex.
Alex, she said weakly.
So…you live in the building?
Yeah, third floor.
Really? Me too. Although I havent been living there for long. Kim emptied her clothes basket into a washing machine and started it as she talked. Now she looked directly at Alex. Look, I dont mean to pry, but…what are you doing down here naked?
Alex blushed. My clothes are in the washing machine.
So you just came down here, stripped your clothes off and threw them in the washing machine? Damn, I wish I was that brave.
Alex wished she was a little braver herself. She had contemplated backing out of it even though she swore to Nicole that she wouldnt.
So, do you do this often? Just sit here naked while your clothes wash?
I lost a bet.
Oh, really? What game did you bet on?
Actually, I lost a drinking contest to my best friend, Nicole.
That sounds like fun. Yknow, umm, actually, Im kinda new in town and I dont have any friends here. You think you and I can hang out sometime?
Alex had been contemplating whether Kim was coming onto her or not, and Kim had mistaken her expression for something else.
Hey, its okay if you dont want to. I just–
No, its not that. Its just…Im not a lesbian.
The look of astonishment on Kims face was almost comical, then she laughed. No, no, Im not like that either. I just want somebody to hang out with.
Alex blushed and offered a shy laugh. Sorry. But yeah, Id like to hang out sometime. And I can introduce you to Nicole.
The two of them chatted for a while and Alex almost forgot that she was naked. They talked about all the crazy things they did in high school and college (Alex had once made out with a girl, Kim had had sex with two ex-boyfriends at the same time, once, in high school, she had been on the bus with the football team. They were coming back from a big game where they had destroyed their opponents, and she rewarded them by standing up at the front of the bus and slipping her cheerleader skirt down to moon them. They happily applauded, but were disappointed when she wouldnt give them an encore. Once, during fraternity initiations, Alex had masturbated in front of three guys.)
Alex also told her about Nicole, and how she was one of the most outgoing people she had ever met. Well, either outgoing or crazy.
Soon her washing machine buzzed and came to a stop. She got up and transferred them to the dryer (the washing machine feeling cold on her bare skin).
Alex was busy feeding the dryer quarters, and didnt see Nicole enter the room. Once the dryer was going, she spun back around and found her best friend standing there, watching her.
Nicole offered a wide grin. So you actually did it, huh? I really thought you would end up chickening out.
Hey Nicole, Alex said, taking her seat. What are you doing here?
Oh, I just decided to come by and make sure you didnt chicken out. Whos your friend?
This is Kim. Kim, Nicole.
Hi, Kim said.
Hi, Nicole replied. Turning back to Alex, she said, Having fun yet?
Oh, yeah, sitting naked in a laundromat. Its a real thrill. It really was. Does it look like Im having fun?
Well, Im glad youre enjoying it, because you and me are gonna have a rematch. Same deal. Loser has to come down here and throw her clothes in the wash.
No way. You already beat me yesterday. Im not about to do this again.
Cmon, its not that bad, is it? You only had one visitor the whole time, two counting myself. Besides, Ill take three shots before we start. You want to get me back, dont you?
The thought of putting Nicole through what she had been through tonight was pretty tempting, and she thought she knew a few guys in the building that she could send down here to wash clothes while Nicole was waiting for her clothes to finish washing.
Alex sighed theatrically. Okay, but what do you say we raise the stakes?
Nicole smiled maliciously. Whatd you have in mind?
The loser has to sit in that chair while she waits for her clothes to dry, she said, pointing to one directly in front of the door, with her legs spread.
Fine. Well drink tomorrow. I hope youre ready to spread your legs, she said as she walked toward the door. She turned back long enough to say, Nice meeting you, Kim, and left.
The dryer stopped, and Alex tugged on the handle. For one horrifying second, she thought that it was stuck. Then she relaxed, pulled again, and the door came open. She dressed and left after exchanging room numbers with her new friend. As soon as she was safely inside her apartment, her clothes came off again.
The combination of the heat from the clothes straight out of the dryer and her own sexual arousal had gotten her hot enough to sweat, but the moisture between her legs wasnt sweat.
Nicole had bought her a dildo for her birthday as a gag gift, and she had used it many times on occasions such as this. Now she went and got it out of her sock drawer, and returned to the living room. She sat down on the carpet and spread her legs. She had masturbated in every part of the small apartment that she could think of, but the living room was her favorite place, because sometimes she liked to pretend that she had an audience.
She teased her pussy with the head of the big rubber dick, rubbing it up and down her slit and occasionally allowing the head to slip up inside her. Soon she had all eight inches in her, and she worked it in and out fast, rubbing her clit with her free hand. It wouldnt be long now.
She tried to be as quiet as she could, but a soft moan escaped her lips anyway. She lay back on the floor, bending her knees and spreading her thighs wider. As she came, she felt her own juices flowing down between her legs. She would probably have to scrub the carpet after she cleaned herself up.

2
Holly lay on top of the comforter on her bed. Her gown had been tossed aside, and her panties were around her ankles. One hand was playfully pinching her nipple, the other stroking her slit.
Holly had a bit of a voyeurist streak in her. Sometimes she would leave the door cracked while she changed clothes. The only ones that might catch a glimpse of her would be her parents or Jimmy, her older stepbrother. Still, she found the idea exciting.
Sometimes, she would sneak out of the house, strip all her clothes off, and finger-fuck herself in the back yard. She lived in a small neighborhood, but they had a privacy fence around their back yard and it was always dark anyway. The thrill of being naked outside and the thrill of being caught excited her tremendously, but lately it had become too…routine. A lot of the thrill had gone.
She thought and thought about how she could make it more exciting, and actually seriously considered turning the back porch light on while she masturbated. She knew she wouldnt, though. It was too risky and she wasnt that brave…yet. She did, however, find a solution to her problem, tonight, after her parents went to bed, she would sneak out the back door as she always did…except she would leave all her clothes in her bedroom. From the time she left her bedroom to the time she got back, she would be completely naked. Shed walk naked down the hall, straight past her brothers door, naked through the living room, naked through the kitchen…and finally, naked while she masturbated on the back porch. And of course, she would have no other choice but to make the trip back naked.
Everything was quiet, and had been for a little while. She sat up, slipped her panties off her feet and dropped them on the floor next to her nightgown. She got off the bed and moved toward the door, pulling it open just a crack. She listened intensely.
There was nothing for a while, then she thought she heard something from the direction of her parents bedroom. Deciding to wait a little longer (she hated to think what would happen if she really did get caught), she lay back down on the bed, feeling daring enough to leave the door cracked as she massaged her pussy.
A single finger traveled up and down her wet slit. Occasionally she would slide her finger inside her, teasing herself. Pretty soon she realized that she had better stop before she comes.
Holly crept back to the door and strained to hear. Nothing. It was dead silent, except for the air conditioner in her mom and dads room, and the fan in her own. Slowly, she eased the door open. She stuck her head out, looking in both directions. All clear. It took a lot of effort to take that first step out into the hallway, but once she had done it, she was thrilled that she had. She gently eased her door all the way shut, still listening for any noise.
She tiptoed down the hall at the speed with which she normally walked. She stopped when she reached her older brothers door. Slowly, cautiously, she snuck past it, and she froze when she heard a sudden noise. For one horrifying second, she thought he would open the door and see her standing there, totally and completely naked, in the hall. Then she realized that it hadnt been the sound of a doorknob turning, she didnt know what it was, or care, as long as Jimmy stayed in his room. She tiptoed faster.
Even moving at a good speed, she hardly made any noise at all. She slipped through the living room and into the kitchen, and finally out the back door.
She walked out into the middle of the back yard and sat down on the wet grass (she usually got beside the porch, where there was the least possible chance of her being seen, but now she was feeling braver than usual). It felt good to her bare butt, and a few blades rubbed against her pussy. Walking through her own house naked had excited her more than she would have ever imagined. Now she quivered as one finger stroked her tiny slit. She slipped it in her as far as it would go, and it surprised a moan out of her. Normally, she would have sat up straight and looked around cautiously to see if anyone had heard her and was coming to investigate. Now, however, she was too excited. She might care five minutes from now, but at the moment her attention was completely on her little kitty.
She slipped a second finger in. Now she was aware of how sensitive her clit had become, and managed to stifle the moan. The only thing that escaped her lips was her quick, harsh breathing. She thrust her fingers deeper into her, simultaneously thrusting her hips forward for maximum penetration. Hot liquid rushed out of her lips, running down her fingers and onto her hand. She worked her fingers furiously, savoring every second of the most powerful orgasm she had ever had.
She collapsed onto the grass, arms and legs spread. For the moment she didnt care that she was covered in dew and blades of grass, and even her own juices. For the moment she only thought about how great it felt to be naked, naked and dirty in her own back yard. The grass felt wonderful on all her bare parts. Her hands went to her breasts, rubbing and playfully pinching her nipples. One hand moved down her smooth belly to the smoother skin of her little pussy.
She wanted to stay out here and play some more, but knew she had to go to bed sometime tonight. She got up and brushed herself off as best she could, then started for the door.
She eased it open gently, peeking inside much like she had peeked out of her own door. After making sure it was safe, she stepped inside and shut the door behind her. She tiptoed back through the kitchen and living room, and down the hall. Once again she froze at her stepbrothers door, but this time she heard no noise when she started back.
Instead of going to her room, she went to the door almost straight across from her own. She always got dirty, and always took a shower afterwards. This time she didnt have to worry about taking her clothes back off, though.
Still feeling brave, she decided to leave the bathroom door open while she showered. She would be behind the curtain anyway.
The hot water felt great on her body. She built up a good lather and rinsed it off. Usually she showered and went straight to bed, but tonight she would break that routine. She slipped a finger, then two, inside her pussy and began working them rhythmically. She realized that she had never masturbated in the shower before, and wondered why she hadnt thought of it. It didnt matter now.
Holly got down on her knees and bent forward, bracing herself against the foot of the tub with her free hand. The shower head was aimed downward, and most of the water fell on her ass. The sensation was wonderfully stimulating.
Then she had another idea.
She stood up long enough to retrieve the hairbrush next to the sink. Getting back on her knees, she worked the hard plastic handle into her soft cunt. The handle was a little bigger than both of her slender fingers put together, so it was a little more than she was used to, but it felt great inside her.
The combination of the hot water and the new sensation of something big and hard inside of her sent her over the edge, and she gasped for breath as her second orgasm jolted through her body.
She stood up, pulling the hairbrush out of her pussy and washing it off in the water. After she washed up, she stepped out of the shower and dried herself off. Wrapping the towel around her slim figure, she stopped and reconsidered, then threw it in the clothes basket. Surely she didnt need a towel around her to step across the hall.

3
Anita was shy by nature, she wasnt the type of girl that wore tight shirts and short skirts. Today was a different story, though. She had lost a bet to Jenny, her best friend, and that left her in nothing but the skimpiest bikini she had ever seen during her trip to the beach. The bottom was really nothing more than a few strings with a small, narrow triangle to cover her female parts, and the top was a big band about two inches wide that went all the way around her. Shed had to shave all of her pubic hair off to keep any from being visible.
The deal was that she had to wear it to the beach and stay there at least thirty minutes. Anita thought it would be one of the most humiliating days of her life. What she never would have guessed in a million years was that she would be turned on by all the looks the guys were giving her. Some whistled, some winked at her…and some openly stared. The girls hadnt exactly had the same reaction…except for the blonde in the blue two-piece.
She got in the water for a while, then lay down on the wet sand. She hadnt brought a towel (Jenny said that she would be tempted to cover up with it).
The tide was receding. The waves collapsed on the beach and came up high enough to wet her feet. Guys stared. A familiar sensation tingled between her legs.
She had only been with two guys in her entire life, and picking up some stranger would normally be an absurd idea, but now she actually considered it. It was either that or get herself off when she got back. Besides, she didnt think it would be too hard to find a guy willing to go home with her.
A guy coming out of the water walked past her, looking at her and smiling as he did. She smiled back.
She turned over on her stomach, giving her back a chance to tan.
When it was time to go, she got up and started for her car. She changed her mind, however, when she saw the public showers. They were small and square, much like a public toilet, but outside, and with a shower instead of a shitter. If she washed off at the beach, she would just get sand all over her legs again, almost up to her thighs. Rinsing off there, however, only the bottom of her feet would be dirty.
She stepped in one of the booths and turned the knob. The cold water made her step back against the door and gasp at the same time. She splashed some on her to get used to it, then stepped back in front of the stream. It warmed up considerably by the time she had rinsed herself.
She noticed her top had fallen down enough to expose most of one nipple. She started to adjust it to cover herself up, but instead she rubbed her nipple. It sent a jolt of excitement through her body. She hesitated a moment, then gave in and took the top off. She hung it over the door, then stepped out of her bottom and hung them likewise.
She slipped one long, slim finger between her pussy lips and into her waiting cunt. Being naked in such a public place excited her, but now she was masturbating in a public place.
She leaned forward and spread her legs for easier access. A gentle moan that was barely audible escaped her lips as a second finger joined the first.
There was an opening about a foot tall all the way around the bottom, and there wasnt a lock on the door. She could probably stand on her tiptoes and see over the top. It would be all too easy for somebody to discover her, and the thought of it sent her over the edge. Waves of pleasure pulsed through her body, and she continued thrusting her fingers inside her pussy, milking the sweet orgasm for all it was worth.
After rinsing off again, she cut the water off and reached for her bikini, only to realize that it wasnt there. She thought she might simply pass out, but somehow she managed to calm herself and hold on to consciousness.
She bent over and looked out of the bottom, hoping that they had simply fallen off the door. They had, and now they were a few feet away. She once again felt like fainting when she realized that she would have to step out of the booth to retrieve it.
Anita took several deep breaths before finally building up the courage to open the door and step out to get her bikini. Standing on her tiptoes, she found that she could see over the top, and there was nobody on that side of the booth to see her. Steeling herself, she quickly opened the door, took five steps, grabbed her bikini and got back into the booth. Nobody had seen her, at least she didnt think so.
She quickly stepped into her bikini. She didnt care that it had a little sand on it, all she wanted to do was get home.
She stepped out almost cautiously, then started for the car. She stopped, staring at a piece of trash. The first thing she realized was that the wind wasnt blowing hard enough to knock her bikini off the door. The second was that that wasnt a piece of trash. She picked it up and, for the third time that day, she thought she might faint. She looked around, seeing nothing but ordinary beachgoers. She held the piece of paper tightly in her hand as she walked toward her car. Her cheeks were bright red.
The piece of trash was actually a polaroid. It showed a clear picture of a slim figure bent over with her legs spread and two fingers buried in her pussy. The picture was so clear that Anita could see the beads of water clinging to what she knew was her own bare ass.

4
Mandy, Mr. Brown repeated.
Um, yes?
Would you like to try and answer the question?
I…I dont–
Yes, I know you didnt hear me. Mr. Brown stepped up to the board and scribbled out an algebra equation. Mandy, weve probably got…five minutes left in this class. If you can solve this equation before the bell rings, you wont have to stay for detention.
But I–
If you had been paying attention, youd know how to work it. But please, do try.
Mandy reluctantly stood up and walked to the board. Ordinarily she wouldnt have given a damn about detention or the extra attention she was receiving, but fate had played a cruel joke on her: she was the only one in the class that was completely naked, from the top of her head to her neatly trimmed toenails. It was this very thing that she had been pondering, which led to her being called to the front of the class.
No matter how much it was explained to her, Mandy couldnt understand why they had to pose as nudists in a small hick town like Alberta, Georgia. The way she saw it, someone in the WPP had played a cruel joke on them, and there was nothing they could do about it.
The only good thing about this was that she wasnt using her real name.
Mandy took the piece of chalk from Mr. Brown (that name also sounded phony to her) and, for a moment, only stared up at the overly-complicated math problem. She tried not to think about what the rest of the class was looking at. She tried not to think about how exposed her whole body was, and had been all day. But that was hard to do when you were standing naked in front of an audience.
Mandy thought she mightve seen such a problem as this before. After simplifying it, she would have to cross-multiply. She started writing in her shaky chalkboard handwriting. She messed up, and when she reached for the eraser, she accidentally knocked it off the shelf of the chalkboard. It occurred to her that she had never been this clumsy before. It also occurred to her that she would have to bend over to pick it up. This she did quickly and without thinking, flashing the class a brief but fantastic view of pussy lips. She couldnt cover up or hide herself, or they would know she wasnt really a nudist. She wouldnt have cared about that, either, if her mom hadnt threatened to make her join the cheerleading squad.
Yeah, her mom really had it hard. She also had to stay nude, and every once in a while she would have to run to the grocery store. Wow. Mandy wondered how she would feel if she had to spend seven hours walking around naked in a public school, five days a week.

5
It was Jennifers idea, so Emily ended up picking the game. To everyones surprise, Britney played too.
You know, Britney, Jen said, if you lose, youll be dancing in the nude for your own brother. You dont think thats gross?
Britney just shrugged her shoulders. Its not like hes gonna touch me or anything.
Whatever, Emily said. Just as long as you dont chicken out.
So how are we gonna do this? Jen said.
Emily spoke up: Okay, you all know how to play Texas Holdem, right? The other two nodded. Bill, who sat in the corner, watched with intensity. Good. Whoever ends up with all the chips is the winner. Since there are three of us, the two losers will have to play another hand to decide who strips.
Why dont we just say whoever runs out of chips first loses? Britney asked.
Emily shrugged her shoulders.
Fine by me, Jen said.
Emily shuffled the cards and dealt two out to everyone.
…
Even though she was only fourteen, Emily was almost an expert at Texas Holdem. She couldnt believe she had just lost to two amateurs like Britney and Jennifer.
Woohoo! Britney said, standing up, and made a gesture as if she were a stripper taking off her bra. Somebodys gonna get nekkid.
Emilys face burned a bright red.
Take it off, girl! Jen said.
Bill, who had been quiet nearly the whole time, continued to sit patiently, his eyes fixed on Emilys slender figure.
But… Emily said.
Youre not chickening out, are you? Britney said. Because Ive still got the pictures. Want me to email them?
Emily said nothing, only sat in silence. When they had first thought of the idea, they all decided it would be best if they took some nude pictures of each other, just in case the loser backed out. Emily almost shuddered when she thought how she spread her legs apart, then her pussy lips, in front of the camera. They had taken quite a few, with her face in at least three of them. No, her life would be over if Britney emailed them.
Slowly, she stood up and started dancing, as if erotic music were playing. She couldnt bear to look at him, looking at her, so she closed her eyes.
Her shirt was the first thing to go, of course, then she wiggled out of her pants. She had to open her eyes as she did so, and that only made her more aware of everyones eyes on her petite body.
She danced slowly, dreading the next part. Finally, when she could put it off no longer, she reached behind her and unfastened her bra, turning around so they couldnt see her bare breasts at first.
She danced on, hugging her body (and for a long time concealing her breasts from prying eyes). Never in a million years had she thought she would lose against Britney and Jennifer. Thats the only reason she agreed to this ridiculous idea in the first place. She wondered if they hadnt cheated.
Emily turned sideways it was the most concealing position as she slid her panties off her hips and down her long, slender legs. Bill watched her with awe. Brit and Jen watched her with smiles on their faces.
Emily kicked her panties aside and stood still for a moment.
Well, Britney asked.
Well, what? Emily returned.
Well, dont just stand there. Dance.
Wh– Im already naked.
Britney made one of her pffft noises that were her own, and said, So far you havent shown Bill anything but boobies. Im sure he wants to see more, dont you, Bill?
Well, not if she doesnt–
See? Britney chimed in. He said he wants to see your cunny up close, and she giggled at her own words. Come on, be a good little doggy. Come over here and stand in front of him.
Emily hesitated, then gave in. She had to do what Britney wanted, or her pictures would get sent out. She stood directly in front of him and spread her legs, as directed. When Britney was satisfied, she had Emily turn around and touch her toes. It was humiliating enough just being naked in the same room as the boy for whom she carried a secret crush. Why did Britney have to torture her like this?
Hey, Ive got an idea, Britney said We can all play again, and if Emily loses, she has to fuck him.
Emily wasnt appalled by the idea, not at fucking Bill, her secret love. But if that meant Britney and Jen would be watching the whole time, possibly even teasing her, then yes, she was appalled by it.
Hey, wait a minute! she protested. You cant do that!
Britney laughed. I can and I did.
But hows that fair to me? Shouldnt you have to fuck him if you lose?
Im not naked. And Im not fucking my own brother. But, to make it fair… Britney put her finger to her mouth and paced around the room. If Jen or I lose, the loser just has to get naked and masturbate. Fair?
Both the other girls looked at her like she was crazy.
Im not playing, Emily said. It took her a minute to work up the courage to speak. She thought standing naked in front of friends might sometimes do that to people.
You lost, Britney said. You dont have a choice.
Im not playing, Emily repeated.
Then leave if you want, but your clothes stay here. Britney waited to see what Emilys response was.
Emily could have argued her point further, but she knew there was no use. This is the last one, she said. No more after this.
Of course not, Britney said, smiling.

6
The Colt was only two blocks from Harry and Maddies apartment, and tonight there would be a live show performed by Medini the Hypnotist. Harry wanted to go, but Maddies mood almost made him want to just say fuck it and stay home. Maddie didnt believe in hypnotism, and thats why he thought she was being such a bitch (and since when did she need a reason, anyway?).
They got to the restaurant and ordered. Harry hardly touched his. He was like a kid at his first trip to the circus: he couldnt wait for Medini to come out and perform. Of course, hypnotism wasnt the only trick he would perform, he was also an illusionist.
Can you honestly tell me that you wouldnt rather be at home in front of the tv with a cold beer? she asked. That whiny quality of her voice had returned.
No, I cant, honestly.
Well try lying, then.
After this last bit, Harry tuned her out completely.
Medini came out unexpected, one minute there was nothing, and the next…poof! A ball of smoke appeared out of nowhere and faded, and there he was.
After introducing himself, he said he would hypnotize someone for his first trick. Maddie had the nerve to stand up in front of all those people and say that he was a fake, that the whole thing was a setup, with someone in the audience acting out whatever he told them to.
Well, why dont you come on up and find out for yourself, he said.
Harry honestly didnt think she would do it, but she proved him wrong. She climbed up on the stage, flustered.
I take it youve never been hypnotized before? Dont worry, it doesnt hurt a bit.
She glared up at him and, following his direction, sat down and stared at the old-fashioned pocket watch as it swung back and forth.
In a few moments, Medini asked her to stand up and she did so. Harry noticed she didnt look flustered anymore, and for a moment, he could hardly believe it himself, was she really hypnotized?
What is your full name?
Madeline Ann Pritchett.
Well, Miss Pritchett, tell me: have you ever shaved between your legs?
No.
Well, stand right over here, Medini said, indicating a well-lit area to his immediate left, and take your clothes off. Fold em up nice and neat, if you will.
Now Harry was in full disbelief.
She was already down to her underwear when Medini said, Hold up, stop for just a second. He turned toward the crowd and looked directly at Harry. You dont have a problem with… he twirled his finger, indicating the stage, this right here, do ya? Because its not too late for Miss Pritchett to keep at least a little bit of her dignity.
Oh, no, go ahead, Harry said. He was sincere, even more so than when he said I do.
Okay, Miss Pritchett, take it all off, and dont forget to fold em up.
To his utter amazement, he watched as his young, better-than-thou wife stepped out of her panties on the stage. The crowd cheered softly, and there were a few whistles. Harry, along with the rest of the males in the audience, watched intently as she bent over to fold her clothes, which lay on a chair nearer the back of the stage. Her shirt fell to the floor, and when she bent over to retrieve it, Harry realized he could see everything. Medini himself watched her between occasional glances toward the crowd.
Quite a girl, he said, smiling. That got a little laugh from the crowd. Turning back to her, he said, Okay, now put your clothes down on the stage and sit down on the chair. All of the men and some of the women watched her intently. Medini disappeared behind the stage for a moment, then returned with a razor, a can of shaving cream, and a pan of water. After he instructed her to spread her legs and shave herself, he turned back to the audience. Now, who wants to be hypnotized? Do I have a volunteer from the audience?
No one volunteered.
Dont worry, Im not gonna humiliate you. Well, not like her, at least.
Still, no one offered.
Okay, I guess you guys just wanna sit there and ogle the naked brunette, eh? I dont blame you. Shes quite a looker. Tell you what, lemme just have one volunteer for a quick trick. You, the girl in the hot black dress, why dont you come up here for a minute?
The woman stood up, stopped midstep, then continued on up to the stage. Medini lifted her up.
Okay, now just stand there and focus on the watch.
She stared at it for a second, then broke away. Mr…Medini, I…I dont want these people to see me naked. I–
Dont worry, you dont got nothin to worry about. Just one quick trick. Most of the audience will probably be looking at her anyway, indicating Maddie. Besides, I promise, you wont be naked here on this stage. Okay?
Well…okay.
Medini set his watch in motion once more, as he said, most of the crowd was watching Maddie as she rinsed her freshly shaved pussy. When she was finally all clean, she stood up and waited for Medini to give her more orders, just as she had been told to do.
When Medini had the new girl under his control, he ordered her to bark like a dog. She did so obediently. The few that were watching clapped.
Now, my good fellows, if you would be so kind as to direct your attention over here for a moment, I promise you wont be disappointed. With that, he told the new girl to step out of her dress, and she did so. The dress she had been wearing didnt allow for a bra, so she stood there in nothing but her sheer panties. She was soon told to discard them as well, and did so obediently. Now, didnt I tell you? he said to his attentive listeners. Shes almost as hot as Miss Smooth Shaved, isnt she? No, even hotter! Turning back to her, he said, Walk down the stage and back a few times so everybody can get a good look at you, dear. The girl did, and Harry was pretty sure that, for the moment, not many people were looking at his wife, himself included.
Medini looked at the audience. What? I didnt lie. Shes still wearing her earrings.
He stopped her after she had made three trips.
After instructing her to put on her clothes, he woke her up. See, there? I told you you had nothing to worry about, didnt I, dear? He helped her off the stage, lowering her back down with one hand. Abruptly, he turned to Maddie. Oh, thats right, I forgot to make them kiss, he said, looking at his other victim. Most of the audience didnt know whether or not he was joking.
For the rest of the show, Maddie was his personal assistant and volunteer. Nobody bothered guessing how he pulled off his illusions, they all had other things on their mind. The pretty girls that usually assisted illusionists couldnt even compare to this.
At the end of the show, he had Maddie stand at the front of the stage, and he once again disappeared behind the curtain. He came back with a saucepan and a jar of milk. Setting it down behind her, he filled the pan full, and told her to lap it up like a cat. She did so happily, her butt sticking up in the air. With the spotlight on her, it left nothing to the imagination.
When she finished, he apologized to the audience before telling her to get dressed again and waking her up. Maddie stood with a triumphant look on her face when Medini explained to her that he couldnt hypnotize her, but she was a bit puzzled when he said goodnight to everyone, and even more confused when she saw the time.
Harry was thankful that Medini told her not to mind how her pubes had gotten shaved.
In two weeks Medini was doing a show in some restaurant downtown. He thought hed go, maybe even take Maddie.

7
Ashley and Kate had been playing the game for a full week now. Now it was Ashleys turn to guess who.
Science class was where the game usually took place, and she walked carefully into the room and took her seat, looking all around. Last time she thought Erin had it, because he went so far as to look over and wink at her. Later she found out that Kate had put him up to it.
The stakes were pretty high: if she didnt guess who held the remote, she would have to sleep with him (or her, as Kate told her this morning, all bets were off).
She was hardly concerned with what Mr. Harad was saying, she was too busy looking around the room.
Suddenly she straightened up in her chair, whoever had the remote had just pushed the button for the first time, for the vibrator in Ashleys pussy buzzed to life and almost made her moan outright. She looked around once again, the vibrator still giving her waves of pleasure. That ruled out at least five guys, unless they had the remote hidden away in their shoe. But what about girls? Ashley had never been with another girl, and had no desire to. She resolved to keep a closer eye on everyone.
The vibrator stopped. Thank God. Ashley had almost came right in the middle of class. She just hoped she could fight it off again.
The thought had crossed her mind that Kate herself was holding it this time, but Kate didnt seem like the lesbian type. Although…they were pretty close.
Two guys had already winked at her (one of which she had already ruled out), and now a girl did the same and smiled.
The vibrator buzzed to life inside her, and she once again sat straight up and suppressed a moan. Whoever it was had good timing, they had caught her off guard both times.
Is there a problem, Ashley? Mr. Harad said, breaking away from his lecture.
No, sir, she said, then, Well, yes sir. May I go to the bathroom?
Harad sighed. Alright, but hurry back. You dont need to miss the material Im covering.
Ashley hurried out the door and down the hallway. The vibrator stopped again. She supposed it was out of range.
She hurried into one of the stalls, still not deciding if she should climax or just try and cool off. Taking a few deep breaths, she decided to wash off at the faucet, then return to class.
She stepped back in the classroom and, just as she was sitting down, the vibrator once again buzzed to life. This time a small moan did escape her lips.
Mr. Harad looked at her. Is there a problem?
I…Im just having a few…you know…cramps.
Mr. Harad continued with his lecture. Ashley wiggled around in her seat.
The vibrator stopped once again, but this time it didnt stay still. Occasionally it would vibrate for a matter of seconds only to stop again and start right back up.
When class was finally over (and Ashley was ready to come in her pants), she stood up to leave. Mr. Harad told her to sit back down for a minute.
Customarily, whoever had the vibrator would tell the other person who they thought had the remote while they walked to their next class. Now, as it were, Kate walked up beside her and leaned over.
Who? she said.
I have no idea, so Ill just say…Ryan Coolidge.
Kate smiled and shook her head, then started to leave.
Wait, who– But Kate was gone.
When everyone but Ashley had gone, Harad shut the door.
Ashley, come up here, he said. She did so. Ashley, you and I both know that it wasnt cramps that made you disturb my class. Now do you have a good explanation?
Ashley said nothing, only hung her head.
I didnt think so. You know the routine. Three licks.
Ashley bent over the front of his desk as directed. The first lick she thought kind of odd…and she realized why on the second. He wasnt using his paddle, but his bare hand. Not only that, but he let it linger on her tight jeans after he smacked her bottom.
Someone had a real sense of humor, because right then, the vibrator buzzed once more. Harad came down a third time.
The only reason she had decided not to say anything about Harads groping hand was that she had a secret crush on him. And she would worry that he might feel the vibrations from between her legs, but now she had bigger problems…
She grabbed onto the desk in one last attempt to stop from climaxing, but it was useless. Waves of pure pleasure pulsed through her young body, and she held on for dear life. She knew Harad would figure it out when he saw the wet spot on her jeans, but for a brief moment, she didnt care.
Finally she collapsed onto the desk. Harad didnt say anything, he fished in his pocket, and put the little vibrator remote on the desk.
When Kate first told me about this, I was sure she was full of it, he said.
Ashleys mouth was still hung open from shock. She didnt even notice what he was doing until he had her pants (and panties) off her hips. She had to put a hand behind her to stop the vibrator from slipping out.
He pulled her pants off over her shoes and walked around her desk.
You wanna fuck me here? she said. She was almost glad. She was glad it was him and she wanted him now more than ever.
No, I just thought you might wanna wear some clean pants to last period. With that, he pulled a clean pair of pants her size out of one of her desk drawers. No panties, sorry. You, uh…you gonna wear that thing to last period? he asked, indicating what she held behind her.
She finally managed to wipe the shocked expression off her face and she smiled at him. Maybe, she said, and thrust her ass into the air so he could see her moving the vibrator in and out of her slick little hole.
He turned red in the face. Well…here, better get going, he said, handing her the pants.
Howd you know what size to get, she asked.
Kate told me.
So…your place after school? she asked.
Thatd be great.
Okay, she said, stepping into her new pants and buttoning up. See you then.

8
Kim knew she was pretty, and sometimes she worked to show it off. On this particular evening, she wore a very short skirt, showing a lot of leg. It had turned cold, and that made her nipples stick straight out through her thin cotton shirt.
She was a very adventurous girl, always trying new things. Nobody topped her at truth or dare. This evening, however, she found that she had taken things too far.
It wasnt just cold, but windy too. Her skirt was of the pleated variety, and it often blew back and forth–twice, it had blown straight up. She wore a red thong, but had even taken that off and stuffed it in her purse.
The wind gave a violent push and her skirt came up–not just a little, either. The waistband came up to the bottoms of her breasts. She gasped and looked around her–not a fake oopsie gasp but a genuine one–and saw no one. She started to readjust her skirt, then hesitated. Then she readjusted it, but slowly.
Kim lived near the river and often frequented the little swimming hole known as Break Point. In the summer it was usually crowded, but you didnt see too many people this time of year. There was only the occasional family picnic in the park area.
There was no one here today, however, and she playfully slid her skirt down to her knees before sitting on the cold swing. She looked around mischievously. The skirt was now around one ankle, and the wind threatened to take it from her.
She half buried it with some sand using her feet, and enjoyed swinging in the cold breeze. She stopped in a hurry when the wind finally did carry her skirt off.
The wind carried it a little, threw it down, then picked it up again. Kim almost had a grip on it when it took off for the third time, and blew into the middle of the road, where it came to a stop.
There was not one car coming, but two. Kim was already standing beside the road, in plain sight when the cars had come into view. She could run…or she could get her skirt back. In an instant she decided, and leaped toward the road.
She instinctively turned away from them, and must have presented one hell of a view when she bent over. She realized this a few seconds too late.
The cars were pretty close now. She could stay long enough to put on her skirt or she could show her naked ass as she ran away. The second option had sounded less embarrassing at the time, so she took it.
—
Kim was an exhibitionist. She had pretty much known that. At night, when her parents and big brother were asleep, she would walk around the house naked. Make a sandwich, go to the bathroom…she had even grown accustomed to sitting in her dads chair, or sprawling out on the couch, while watching tv in the living room at night. Once, someone actually had woken up. She almost freaked when she heard a door open. Luckily she was small, just small enough to squeeze under the couch. The rough wood hurt her hard nipples as she had done so, but it almost felt good. Footsteps came into the living room, and the tv clicked off. Then they moved to the bathroom, then back to bed. Kim lay under the couch, one hand between her legs.
That had been fun–boy, hadnt it!–but it was nothing compared to her new experience. For the first time ever, she had been caught. She had been seen, and by a complete stranger. Actually, there had been at least two, and she would wager that there was more than one person in each car.
In the shower that evening, Kim had the best orgasm she had ever had. And after everyone was asleep, she sat on the back porch and brought herself off twice.
She would have to have more. Her need for it was awesome and horrible.
After rinsing off, Kim returned to her room. She didnt put anything on until the next morning, but she wondered all night what she should wear to school the next day.

9
Every year, during summer vacation, Henry would take Stacy to the cabin by the lake, and every year they would end up hiking through the woods to the foot of the mountains and camp there for the night. Stacy was getting older now. Fourteen. Her interests had been slowly but surely changing, as was her body. Henry was only Stacys stepdad, but he looked at her like his own. But of course he saw her body changing, and he knew what it meant: boys. He knew all too well the kind of boys Stacys young, slender body would attract. Hadnt he been one himself, once upon a time?
Henry knew the little girl that wanted him to read her bedtime stories was gone. He just wanted one more hiking trip before he lost her completely.
This year she hadnt shown any interest at all at their annual trip. He talked about it, and when she would protest, he would wave it off with something like Aww, come on, itll be fun! He knew that if he were lucky enough to get her to go, it would be their last trip.
…
It was light enough to see without a flashlight at their little campsite. Henry usually planned the trip to where they would be camping under a full moon, and this year was no exception.
Henry was snoring away, seemingly loud enough to wake the dead. Stacy silently slipped out of her sleeping bag. Taking care not to step on any twigs, she snuck away from the little campsite. She wouldnt get lost, she knew. The moon was bright and she could tell what direction she was going because from here she could see the foot of the mountain.
She walked a ways northward, coming up on a little stream that ran down from the mountain. Good, she thought. A place to wash off.
Slipping out of her tight jeans (no panties today), she threw her shirt aside also. On her knees, she spread her legs apart and started masturbating furiously.
She fantasized about Kyle. Kyle and his silk tongue that felt every bit as good in her pussy as it did in her mouth. She fantasized that Kyle was thinking of her right now and stroking his big, thick shaft. She hadnt actually seen his penis yet, but she and her girlfriends had watched many pornos together, giggling at first, of course, then…
Stacy suddenly leaned forward, placing her free hand on the ground. Her other hand worked faster, and she felt the warm liquid stream down, wetting her hand, then her arm.
The stream was colder than she had imagined. She only washed off briefly before getting back out and discovering that her clothes were gone.
Hadnt they been right there, next to the big pine tree? No, she must be mistaken, because they werent there. Its not like they just got up and walked off.
She had searched for her clothes some thirty minutes when she heard something, maybe a twig snapping. It had come from the far side of the creek. She didnt dare call out to see if anyone would answer.
It was usually very noisy out here in the summer, especially at night, but things seemed to have grown quiet. Suddenly Stacy was scared. Scared enough to abandon all hope of finding her clothes and return to camp naked, even though she knew she didnt have so much as a scrap of cloth to wear. It was better than finding out what had made the noise on the other side of the creek.
Henry remained sound asleep, as he had been. She searched the supply bag in vain for something to cover herself with. She knew now that she would have to tell Henry, shit, she wouldnt have to tell him. Unless he had packed a sewing kit and was willing to cut up one of their sleeping bags, she would be hiking back to the cabin in nothing but her shoes. Sleep came hard knowing what would come in the morning, although she found the idea strangely exciting.
She awoke to the smell of sausage.
Get up, sleepyhead, Henry said. Come on, lets eat so we can get back to the cabin. Youve already overslept.
Dad…theres something Ive got to tell you, she said, all thoughts of sleep vanishing.
Well tell me while you eat, he said, flipping them with a fork.
No…dad… she trailed off. How did you begin to tell such a thing as she had to tell? Dad, whats the most embarrassing thing thats ever happened to you?
One time, I went to school, and when I sat down in my seat I realized I was naked, he said, and smiled.
She shrugged. No, seriously.
He stopped and looked up at her. Well, I… I guess it was when I was in the fourth grade. I fell asleep at the desk because the teacher told us we could talk quietly among ourselves while she stepped out. A few boys thought it would be funny to put my hand in warm water to see if I would actually pee my pants.
They were both silent for a moment.
I kinda…umm…last night I lost my clothes in the woods.
He had went back to his sausage, poking them with the fork. Now he looked at her, and saw that she wasnt joking.
What the hell? he said, half giggling, half serious.
I lost my clothes in the woods… she said, trailing off.
There was another silence, this one longer.
Youre serious? he said at last. She looked up at him. It was hard meeting him eye to eye, but she managed. Well…I dont know what to tell you. I see you still got your shoes, at least, he said, indicating her sneakers, which lay beside her. You want some sausage?
They ate, Stacy half sitting up in her sleeping bag. When everything had been packed except for her sleeping bag, she reluctantly crawled out and slipped into her shoes.
You know, its a bit heavy, but…you could always carry your sleeping bag over your shoulder. It would be better than nothing.
She hadnt thought of that. She tried it, though, and after a very short distance, she simply asked Henry to roll it up and strap it onto his pack. It had been a little heavy, yes, but with the humid heat they were in, she would rather do without.
Despite the heat, Stacys arms remained folded in front of her for a long while, even though she walked behind Henry. After a while, she gave that up too.
Why had she been out in the woods masturbating, anyway? Stupid. She could have at least waited one night, until they got back to the cabin.
Read any good books lately? Henry asked. It had become sort of a joke between them. Henry would say it whenever he couldnt think of anything else to say, and soon she had started saying it.
After another long silence, Stacy said, I was just washing off in the stream.
I dont wanna know, he said. None of my business.
So youre not mad at me?
Mad at you! he exclaimed, and, perhaps forgetting her condition, he turned around and looked at her. Instinctively she covered her breasts and, almost immediately after, he turned his head away and at the same time put a hand up as if to shield his eyes. Why would I be mad at you? Whatever you were doing was your own business.
He resumed walking.
So…what are you saying?
Im just saying it was your business and not mine. Its not like you did anything bad, right?
They walked on for a while. Pretty soon they stopped for lunch. Henry brought out two ziplock bags that contained their ham and cheese sandwiches.
Henry, having concern for Stacy, sat facing away from her while they ate.
So what did you mean it was my business? You dont care that Im out here naked?
Well, theres not really anybody here to see you except me. I mean, its not like youre standing in the middle of a busy street, or anything. And it wasnt even on purpose. You just lost your clothes. Its not like you were doing anything wrong. What could you possibly have done?
Henry didnt see her face go red. She knew thats not what he meant, but his statement simply reminded her of what she had been doing out there. And how could he not know, unless he really believed she had been bathing?
After eating, they reluctantly started back. Stacy turned Henrys words over in her mind. Henry didnt care that she was naked? Did that mean he didnt care if she walked around the house naked? The idea itself turned her on.
She came up with a plan. Well, it wasnt really a plan, more like an experiment.
She moved faster, passing by Henry easily. He said nothing. She continued her quick pace until she was well ahead of him, then stopped and waited. Finally he caught up to her. She stood there waiting, intentionally not covering herself.
Slowpoke, she said, and stuck out her tongue.
Well, I see youve gotten over your shyness, he said. After a pause, he added: If you think Im so slow, why dont you carry a few things?
You want me to? she offered.
No, no, I got it.
He had regretted saying it the moment it was out of his mouth. Her carry something? What, and risk her covering up that beautiful ass, just when she had taken to walking in front of him? Nuh-uh.
They walked on, Stacy occasionally glancing behind her as if to make sure Henry was still there. Something on the ground had caught her eye, and she bent over to pick it up. Henry was more than happy with what he saw in front of him.
All too soon, she straightened up. Turning around, Stacy showed him a large acorn.
What do you call the kind of tree that these grow on?
Umm, he said, moving closer. Earlier he had gotten a brief glimpse of the neatly trimmed pubic hair in the shape of a V, but now he had a full view. Its some kind of oak, Im sure, but I couldnt tell you the exact name.
Oh, cool. She threw it aside and continued on.
It was near dark before they reached the cabin. They were both tired and sweaty, but Henry wished it could have lasted at least a little bit longer.
He asked Stacy if she would help him put the gear away. When that was done, she started up the stairs.
Wanna help me with dinner? he asked.
She stopped mid-step. Were not gonna shower first?
He knew she hadnt meant it in that way (or had she?), but his cock stirred at the mere thought of it.
Well, if you want to.
She smiled. No, lets go ahead and eat. She bounced down the stairs and into the kitchen. Looked like it would be a little longer, at least, before she covered up that beautiful body.
He hadnt dared say anything while they put the equipment away, but now Henry just had to ask. I thought you were eager to get back to a clean set of clothes.
I…thought you didnt mind.
Well, before, you couldnt get to any clothes, and I…I mean, no, I dont mind. I was just, you know, wondering.
Oh, well I can put some clothes on if you want, but since its just you and me here, I didnt think youd mind. Besides, no point in messing up a clean suit of clothes before I get a shower.
Henry flipped the hamburgers over while Stacy cut up the cheese. When they were done with dinner (Henry was very thankful that the kitchen table was made of glass), he helped her with the dishes.
Stacy ran up the stairs and showered. When she came out, Henry was disappointed to see that she had slipped into her pjs. After showering himself, he went to bed, his mind on the more intricate details of his stepdaughters body.

10
It had been three weeks since Dan first noticed that he had a direct view of Vickys room from his window. With binoculars, he could see most of what went on in there, provided she didnt shut the curtains, which she never did.
Vicky was his next door neighbor and classmate. She was also one of the hottest girls in school, and one of the shiest. But Dan had a view that nobody else did. He wondered what his friends would think if they knew she liked to dance around in her barely there underwear.
Dan was already up in his room and waiting when Vicky walked into hers and dropped her bookbag on the floor. Today had been a long day but now she was home, finally home, and immediately took her shirt off, followed by her jeans. She didnt dare look toward the window, at the risk of scaring Dan off, if he was watching. She desperately hoped he was watching.
Since she had caught him watching her, she had taken to stripping down to her underwear and, occasionally, dancing around the room. Afterwards, she would masturbate furiously in the shower. Jokingly, she dared herself to masturbate on her bed so Dan could see. She wondered if he was watching right now, but didnt dare look. She wondered if he knew she knew she was being watched.
Dan was watching, very intensely, as she slid those tight jeans off her butt. He prayed and prayed for the day when she would slide those jeans off her hips and they would drag her panties down with them. What a view that would be!
She strutted around the room and stopped in front of her mirror. To his amazement and utter delight, she unsnapped her bra and tossed it aside, giving him his first view of her naked breasts. The panties followed, and he watched with something close to hunger.
Vicky stood in front of the mirror for a moment, posing for herself (or so he thought). Then she lay down on the bed. Her hands moved across her body, toying with her nipples, moving downward, downward. Her legs spread wide. He didnt have a direct view, but he definitely knew what she was doing. He wished for a better view.
It must have been his lucky day, because at that moment, she jumped up (her tits jiggling quite nicely) and bent over on the edge of the bed, her bare bottom and pussy lips perfectly visible. She spread her legs and moved her hand down under her belly, lower, until her fingers found what they were looking for. A finger slid in easily, then a second. She was already wet.
She had intended to take her time, but she was already excited. She wanted to milk this for all it was worth, so she went slow. She usually masturbated every other day, but it had been four days, and she couldnt wait to taste the sweet ecstacy of her climax. This time, though…this time would be much bigger. This time she performed for an audience. She wondered if Dan would say anything to her about it. Surely not, she thought. What, hed just walk up to her at school tomorrow and say, Hey, saw you masturbating in your room yesterday. Pretty sweet,. Oh, how she longed to feel his cock inside her.
That thought excited her even more, and she knew she couldnt hold out. She had meant to change positions before she came, but it was too late for that. Her fingers worked furiously and her juices poured out of her, down her hand, down the side of her bed. She would wash the quilt later, right now she couldnt care less.
She collapsed onto the bed, her hand sticking out from between her legs, her pussy lips glistening with her own fluids.
Dan would have given a lot to be with her right then. Maybe not his soul, but a whole damn lot. Just one caress of that sweet, baby-soft ass…and those lips…
She stood up and, to his amazement, walked over to the window and waved at him. Then the curtains closed.

11
The night was warm and dry. The coach had probably moved the game to seven thirty because it was so damn hot during the day. Even now it was hot enough to make her break a sweat.
Hi, a guy said. Your first game?
No, actually, Ive been to so many I lost count.
And youre with the home team?
Yeah. Jane. Kyles mom
Carl. Nicks dad. Im surprised I havent seen you before. You come to a lot of games?
Most of them, yeah.
Oh. I just, I thought I would remember someone as pretty as you.
She smiled, then held up her hand, showing off her wedding band.
Oh. Sorry. Not sorry that youre married, of coursewell, I am, butIm sorry, can we start over? Hi, Im Carl, sorry about the cheesy pickup line, he said, holding out his hand.
She smiled and took his hand in hers. Jane. Its a pleasure to meet you, Carl.
Likewise.
They sat, talking for a while. Carl was a really funny guy, and cute to boot. If she wasnt married…oh, if she wasnt married…
Im gonna go get a pepsi or something. You want anything?
Yeah, I could use a drink.
Okay. Whatll it be?
You know what? I dont know. I think Ill walk with you if you dont mind.
Okay.
They walked behind the metal bleechers. Carl put his arm around her and felt her tense against his touch. She stopped mid-step.
Oh. Oh, Im sorry. I didnt mean to–
Without warning, she leaned forward and grabbed his head, their mouths coming together, their tongues locking. They moved up under the bleechers, still locked together.
Carl broke the kiss. You sure we should be doing this? he said.
No, she said, looking at the ground and back up at him. she kissed him again, her tongue on his.
His hand undid the button of her jeans an