Show and Tell
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Show and Tell
They were walking between two fields his dad had contour- plowed that spring. Beans to their left, corn to their right.
They walked to the end of the fields, and the road angled off into the woods. "I dunno," he said. "What d'you wanna do today?" They kept walking.
When the ruts petered out, they took the trail to the left. Soon, he had to piss. "You go on," he said. "I'll catch up."
He stood well back from a large tree and let it pour out. When he heard something to his right, he turned left to water the bushes.
He zipped up fast and headed for the path. "Pat!" he said, "I don't do that to you."
"I just wanted to see." The idea of her peeking at him excited him somehow. And he had his curiosity, too. She turned off towards the big meadow.
"Well," he said following her, "maybe I want to see, too." The idea was exciting. Did she have hair there like the older kids said?
"I dunno," she said, and was silent until they got to the meadow. Then: "I will if you will."
He stepped out into the sunlight. When he could see after stripping off his t-shirt, she knelt six feet in front of him, untying her sneakers.
She stood up to unbutton her shirt. There were two triangles of cloth on her chest, and she reached back to remove them. She wasn't looking at him, but he stopped undressing to watch her.
Her nipples looked like a pair of strawberries sticking out of her chest. The freckles tailed off before they reached those nipples. These stuck out towards him from a sweep of creamy- white skin which reached the top of her flowered, white panties. And she looked pretty! How could Pat look pretty? Her jeans were down around her knees, but she reached for them when she saw that his were still above his waist.
"No!" he said and pushed his clothes down, both jeans and shorts. She removed her jeans, and stood with her thumbs inside the waist of her panties until he stood before her naked except for his pants around his ankles.
She pulled her panties down and stepped out of them. She was smooth and bare there, with nothing like a cock, which he had sort of known. The bigger kids had been fibbing about the hair. A little fold or slit began in front and disappeared between her legs. None of the details was really a surprise.
What did surprise was her beauty. This had been about curiosity, not beauty.
His dick began to rise -- now of all times. He pulled up his shorts, and she started to dress, too.
The End Show and Tell Uther Pendragon 2000/11/10 2001/09/10 2002/06/12 For another, even shorter, story about another step into sexuality, see: "Pharmacy" This story is indexed in the subdirectory: Young Love The directory to all my stories can be found at: Index to Uther Pendragon's Website