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 On Saturday night, I received a telephone call from my friend Alicia's
aunt. Apparently, we were on such good terms now, the woman had decided
that I was responsible enough to watch her son.  I don't know where she got
that idea.  But I could think of a couple of possibilities.

   Anyway, when she asked if I would look after Alicia's cousin, Jimmy, for
the evening, my immediate instinct was to say no.  I mean, all sorts of
trouble happened when I was around that boy.  Yet as soon as she started
asking if I had any other plans, because of course she wouldn't want to
impose, I felt the need to answer truthfully.  I told her I would be home.
In fact, I needed to finish up a project for a college computer class I was
taking over the winter break.

   And so that's how it happened.  Before I knew it, seven o' clock rolled
around, I finished dinner and Jimmy's mom dropped him off at my house.  My
own parents were gone for the weekend, it would just be me and Jimmy alone.
A shiver ran down my spine.

   It occurred to me, that if I was younger, I could probably be getting
paid for this.  Like if it was an after-school babysitting job.  Then
again, if I was back in high school, I would not be many years older than
Jimmy.  As it was, I agreed to look after the obnoxious monster as a favor,
as I had done previously.  Somehow it had become expected of me.  I
wondered if Alicia's aunt was taking advantage of me.

   It all started innocent enough.  I greeted Jimmy at the door and
welcomed him into my home, while his mother said goodbye and then drove
off. After getting him a snack from the kitchen, I let him get comfortable
in the living room.  He was a big boy, and could be left on his own.  I saw
that he brought his backpack, probably filled with handheld video games, or
other toys.  So I waited for him to get settled, and then I returned to my
room.

   About the time I wrapped up my class assignment, I received a text
message from my friend Carrie.  She was taking the class with me, and still
working on her project.  That meant we couldn't see each other tonight. 
Just as well, since I was stuck with Jimmy.  However, the strawberry-blonde
young woman had a talent for pushing my buttons.  We exchanged a series of
sexy text messages to each other, before she told me that she needed to get
back to whatever she was doing.

   At this point, I was feeling a little frisky.  I was relieved that I had
at least finished my schoolwork, and was ready to have some fun.  With
nothing else better to do, I decided to check in on Jimmy.  That was my
first mistake.

   "Hey," I said casually as I wandered into the living room.

   I guess I should mention that I was dressed in a pair of jeans that
snugly hugged my slim hips.  The top I had on was white, with sleeves that
came down just past my elbows, and had a red trim along the neckline.  I
was also wearing comfortable shoes.  The boy looked up to regard me.

   "Hey," he grunted back at me.

   "What are you up to?" I asked, trying to sound genuinely interested.

   I could see of course, that Jimmy had emptied the contents of his
backpack, which contained a collection of matchbox cars.  He appeared to be
sorting them out on the carpeted floor.  For a moment, the boy ignored me
as he picked through the miniature vehicles.

   Finally he replied, "Nothing."

   I could tell he was in a grumpy mood, but that was typical of Jimmy. 
Determined to make an impression, I scampered down to the floor next to
him. Our living room carpets are thick and comfy.  We almost don't have a
need for couches at all!  He had dozens of the cars laid out, and I started
to pick through his collection.

   "These are nice," I started to say.

   But then Alicia's cousin turned to me with a frown.  "Don't you have
something better to do?  Girls aren't supposed to be interested in cars."

   "Well, I don't see why not," I shot back, though I absently ran a hand
through my hair.

   For some reason, he had a way of making me feel like a little girl,
someone he might tease at school.  It is odd, since it's a quality that
I've found in Lisa who went to high school and college with me, and now in
Jimmy as well.

   "Come on," I pressed the issue.  "I want to play with you."

   The boy huffed, and it seemed he might even pack up all his things and
go somewhere else.  I inched a little closer and fingered the various
matchbox cars, showing that I was sincere.

   "Fine," Jimmy finally relented.  "But you can only pick one car."

   I giggled, "OK...  do you have a hot pink convertible?"

   Alicia's cousin screwed up his face at the very suggestion.  "No!  I
don't collect girly cars like that."

   Shrugging my shoulders, I returned to look through the cars on the
floor. I noted that Jimmy was holding some sort of small truck, a yellow
4x4 Bronco.  Still, I wanted something of a more sporty type.  Maybe I was
projecting my own real-life desires.

   "I like this blue one," I took what appeared to be a model corvette
between my fingers.

   Jimmy looked closely, then nodded his acceptance of my choice.  "But be
careful, Erica.  That's a good car, I don't want you to ruin it."

   "Oh!  And how am I going to...  ruin it?" I asked, pretending to be
offended.

   The boy rubbed his sleeve across his face and then said, "I don't know.
But you sometimes lose stuff."

   "Like my keys," I mumbled.

   I immediately felt my face blush, thinking about the fishing trip with
Jimmy.  I remembered that when we returned to my house, he had somehow lost
my keys.  More embarrassing, I recalled my condition at the time.  Jimmy
had not forgotten either, as he now sat and stared at me.  I swear, his
eyes were roaming over my entire clothed body.

   "Let's get started," he said, clearing his throat.

   We got down on our hands and knees, crawling over the floor as we pushed
our cars along the carpet.  The two of us did some silly stuff, like making
believe we were driving our cars, and yelling as we passed one another.  It
was kind of fun, and I wiggled my bottom as I moved in front of him.  Jimmy
and I are nearly the same size, which made me feel like a kid again playing
innocent games.  However, after a while, Jimmy voiced his frustration.

   "This carpet is too difficult to drive on!" he complained.

   Well, the boy did have a point.  The thick fibers of the carpet might
have been comfortable to sit on or even lay on, but they were not made for
the delicate wheels of matchbox cars.  We managed to push the toys around
as best we could, but nothing like being able to send them flying across a
room with hardwood floors.

   I collapsed to the floor and stroked my little chin in thought.  "I
don't want to scratch the kitchen tiles."

   Jimmy crawled forward and knelt next to me.  He paused, taking a moment
to look down the length of my body stretched out on the living room carpet.
While there was silence between us, I felt an unexpected tingle on my skin,
a familiar thrill of anticipation.  I turned my head to look over at Jimmy
and found he had a smug grin on his face.

   "What?" I asked, and then giggled in spite of myself.

   "What about you?" he asked, spinning the wheels of his truck along the
palm of his hand.

   I didn't quite understand.  So laying in the middle of the room, looking
up at the ceiling, I asked the boy what he meant.

   "Yeah, you would make a great road," was all Jimmy answered.

   "Thanks," I replied sarcastically.

   But then Alicia's cousin crawled past me on the floor, moving to where
my feet were.  I lifted my head a little, somewhat curious and somewhat
horrified to see what he was doing.  Jimmy put down his truck.  And then
his fingers reached out to start unlacing my shoes!

   "What...  what are you doing?" I squeaked in surprise.

   Jimmy quickly said, "Relax, Erica.  I'm just gonna take these off."

   "Are you sure that's a good idea?" I bit my lip nervously.

   Probably, I should have stopped right there.  That was my second
mistake. But instead, I watched mesmerized by his diligent fingers pulling
loose my shoelaces.  When this was done, Jimmy took my shoe in both hands
and slipped it off my foot.  He was actually gentle, not rough at all.  And
I always enjoyed the slow removal of my footwear.  This emotion, however,
shocked me as I gasped and allowed him to remove my other shoe.

   Then, before I could really process all this through my mind, Alicia's
cousin was tugging off my socks.  I suppose it was no big deal, he had
certainly seen my feet lots of times.  But now, he was actually... 
undressing me!  And I didn't know what to make of it.  Pretty soon, my feet
were bare.  I even wiggled my cute little toes appreciatively.

   "See, I just wanted to show you..." Jimmy started to explain.

   He followed by running the matchbox car along the bottom of my foot.

   "That doesn't hurt, does it?" he was seeking to reassure me.

   "Um, no," I responded honestly.  Even more so, I confessed, "It sort of
feels nice."

   The boy continued to roll the car up and down, its tiny rubber wheels
moving smoothly over my skin.  He even slipped it between my toes, and I
could feel the cool diecast metal.  From heel to ankle, Jimmy was
demonstrating how well his toy car operated.

   Then he advanced further up my leg.  First sliding his hand under the
hem of my jeans.  But he didn't get very far, since they were tight
fitting. Jimmy pulled out his arm, and only pressed forward, now rolling
the matchbox truck over the denim material.  In this way, he moved across
my leg, all the way to my knee.  I lay as still as I could, anxiously
drumming my fingers at my sides on the floor.

   When Jimmy ran his truck inside my thigh, I gasped a little louder.

   "What's wrong?" the boy asked, stopping with his hand on my leg.

   I closed my eyes, trying to fight the urge to be so compliant, and said,
"We shouldn't be doing this, Jimmy."

   There was a pause.  I could feel my own heart beating beneath my shirt.

   "You're right," Alicia's cousin spoke seriously.  "We shouldn't be doing
it...  this way!"

   I had not realized he had put down his toy again.  This time, I felt his
hands at my hips and waist.  His fingers quickly found the button on the
front of my jeans and popped it open.

   "Now what are you doing?" I asked in a somewhat state of shock.

   Jimmy replied with certainty, "I'm taking off your pants, Erica.  It
will make things easier for the car."

   I let him work at tugging the material a little lower before I
protested, "What if your mother returns to pick you up?"

   That caused Jimmy to stop what he was doing for a moment.  He looked
around the living room, and then found the clock above the mantle piece.

   "Nah, we got lots of time to play," the boy informed me confidently.

   We were all alone for a couple more hours.  Hearing his words, I arched
my back.  This allowed me to lift my butt off the carpet slightly, enough
for Jimmy to pull my jeans further down my legs.  Enough for him to reveal
my light green panties.  However, Alicia's cousin did not stop to comment.
Instead, he kept dragging the denim material down to my feet and then took
them off completely, leaving me lying on the carpet in my shirt and
underwear.

   "Oh, Jimmy!" I moaned.

   It was supposed to be a rebuke of scolding, but I'm afraid that it came
out more like approval.  Now that my legs were totally bare, the boy
resumed his game with the truck.  Indeed, it rolled much easier as he
reversed direction started heading back down my thigh, past my knee, and
across my shin.  Then he switched legs, preparing to make the trip up
again.

   I clenched my fists in frustration because the little wheels on my body
felt so good.  And so I didn't say anything.  This must have encouraged
Jimmy, who pushed the car higher toward the cut of my panties.  Then he
told me to stretch my arms out above my head, which would allow him some
extra "road" to drive on.  Figuring this would at least get him away from
the proximity of my crotch, I did as he asked.

   When I flung my arms back in this position, the result was that the
bottom hem of my shirt was raised a little higher.  Just enough to
teasingly expose my bellybutton.  A smooth ribbon of bare skin was revealed
between the edge of my shirt and the waistband of my panties.  I was just
afraid that it would entice Jimmy to want to see more.

   He crawled across the carpet until he was now in back of me.  I glanced
above to find him looking upside down at my face.  My toes curled, thinking
about him seeing me like this.  Meanwhile, the boy took my hand and gently
rolled the car across my open palm.  It tickled, especially when the
miniature truck moved over my wrist and under my forearm, then onto my
shirt's sleeve.

   I only closed my eyes briefly, anticipating Jimmy to continue on my
other arm and hand.  Surprisingly, the touch of the toy was delightful.  I
did not want him to stop.

   But he did stop, when he put down the matchbox truck.  I thought maybe
he was going to pick out another car.  Silently, I bit my lip and lay very
still on the carpeted living room floor.

   The next thing I knew, he had taken each sleeve of my shirt in both his
hands, and was pulling it up my body!

   "Jimmy...  no!" I cried, but my voice was muffled as the material easily
slipped over my face.

   Alicia's cousin laughed, "You're not wearing a bra today, Erica."

   In the next instant, my top was removed completely, leaving me
bare-chested.  Actually, I was now wearing only my light green panties. 
The new sensation of the tickling fibers of the carpet caused me to arch my
back again.  With my arms still stretched behind my head, my small tits
were practically flat.  But, oh, were my nipples sticking up in the air!  A
blush spread along the length of my body, from head to toe.

   My clothes discarded, Jimmy made himself comfortable next to me.  And I
was lying on the floor next to him, topless and in my underwear.  He took
his little truck and placed it on my tummy.  I tried not to breathe,
feeling the wheels roll over my bare skin.  The boy pushed his toy further
up my stomach, weaving between my breasts and hen down again.  I opened my
mouth and let out a small gasp.

   How could I have let this happen?  I thought to myself wildly.  Yet at
the same time, the car brushing up and down my body felt so good, like a
massage.  Not to mention, the humiliation of it all was incredible.

   Finally, after a few endless minutes of torment and pleasure, I managed
to whisper, "Jimmy, we can't keep going on like this!"

   The boy crawled around on the carpet, moving to the other end by my
feet. He then crawled between my legs, separating them to do so.  Oh no, he
was not going to do that, was he?  I lowered my eyes to look down the
length of my body.

   "You're right, again, Erica!" the young man teased me.  "We can't go on
the way you are."

   "What do you mean, the way I am?" I asked, curling my toes on the
carpet.

   Jimmy boldly reached out and grabbed the sides of my light green
panties. He tugged them lower and lower, sliding them beneath my bottom. 
Then he rolled them all the way down my slender legs.  I watched amazed as
he pulled my panties off my feet and tossed the aside.

   No longer did I have any authority over him.  He thought nothing of
stripping me buck naked in my own living room.

   "I've got a new idea," he said as he rolled his car up the side of my
completely nude body.

   Embarrassed, curious, and aroused, I asked, "What do you have in mind?"

   "Let's name your parts after places in the neighborhood," Jimmy
suggested.

   I blinked in disbelief, still keeping my arms at my sides, while my
exposed nipples and pussy quivered.  "You...  you want to name my parts?"

   In response, Jimmy took his little truck and pushed it across my chest.
He made a circle around my right breast, approaching my erect nipple. 
This, he rubbed against the metal miniature.

   "This will be the park," Jimmy explained.

   I could barely contain myself or think straight, but I had to play
along. "Oh, um, the park?"

   Now Alicia's cousin ran his truck the short distance to my other breast.

   "Yeah, and this can be my school," he indicated.

   "Oh...  OK," I said breathlessly.

   I was a naked road map spread out for Jimmy to play with his miniature
cars.  Closing my eyes, I savored the absolute humiliation of the whole
situation, and the sweet caress of little wheels rolling over every inch of
bare skin.  The toy vehicle moved lower and lower down my stomach.  I
waited until he was just below my belly button.

   "And what will this be, Jimmy?" I asked, urging him closer to my pubic
mound.

   The model car rode gently over my pussy.  I gasped, and then took a deep
breath.  Jimmy, seeing my reaction, pulled his hand away.

   "Does it hurt?" he seemed unsure.

   I shook my head turning side to side on the floor.  "No...  not at all!"

   Convinced that I was doing fine, Jimmy parked the car right between my
pussy lips.  "This will be your home."

   "Mmmmph," I made a muffled sound.

   The boy backed the car out, running it down my leg.  I breathed a little
easier, but not much.  My hands stayed firmly on the floor, even clutching
fistfuls of carpet to keep me from touching myself.  I was so nude, lying
here in the living room, with everything out in the open!  Jimmy's truck
made it down to my foot where it climbed over my toes and rolled along my
soft bare sole.  Then he moved to my other leg and traveled all the way up
my thigh to reach my pussy.

   "Let's pretend it's Monday morning, Erica," he offered as a new starting
point.  "Where would you like to drive?"

   My long nipples twitched, reminding me how I should answer.  "Monday
morning...  I guess I better go to school."

   Jimmy ran the truck up my shaved vulva and started heading for my left
breast.  When he was halfway over my stomach, I stopped him.

   "Wait, Jimmy!  I think I forgot my books for school!" playing along, I
giggled.

   The boy shrugged his shoulders, then circled around with the matchbox
car.  Making a U-turn past my bellybutton, he rolled it back over my silky
pussy lips.  He paused for a second, allowing me to take another excited
deep breath.  Then Jimmy got moving again, heading up toward my chest.

   "Hold up!" I called out in the middle of his drive.  "I think I forgot
my lunch!"

   Jimmy shook his head.  "You're pretty forgetful, Erica."

   But he played along, reversing the toy 4X4 Bronco.  Turning around my
bellybutton, he proceeded to drive "home", which was my bare pussy.  The
wheels spun over my crotch, sending a shiver of delight through my entire
body.  This was my own little game I was playing, having the truck make
contact with my sensitive folds of skin, then pulling away to keep me on
edge.

   This time, however, as Jimmy started off again, he said, "You are going
to be late for school if you continue to go back home!"

   "Forget school," I told him, and was surprised that my words almost came
out like a purr.  "I want to go for a nice scenic drive in the hills."

   The boy pushed his car over my body, swerving to go in the direction of
my right breast.  Its hard pink nipple was sticking up toward the ceiling.
Noting my nearly flat tit, Jimmy laughed.

   "I don't see any hills around here!"

   Greatly embarrassed, I was also too horny to care.  "That's not what I
meant.  Can I turn over?"

   Alicia's cousin sat back from leaning above me, fingering the truck in
his hand.  Fully nude, I flipped myself over to lie on my stomach.  I even
pulled my brown hair out of the way so that my neck and shoulders were
exposed.

   "Oh yeah, those are some nice hills!" Jimmy replied, referring to my
naked ass.

   Although blushing, I also smiled inwardly.  Then I felt the little truck
placed at the top of my back.  He let the toy roll down the supple curve of
my spine, before picking it up again to continue toward my but.  The touch
of the delicate wheels was so enjoyable, and I moaned in spite of myself.

   Always clever, the boy was starting to recognize that certain places got
me to make more sounds.  He knew, at least, that he was not causing me any
discomfort.  He also learned that when he rolled the truck over my bottom,
I was very responsive.

   "Mmmmm," I was feeling the orgasm I had been fighting all night start to
build.

   But I had told Jimmy that I wanted to go for a scenic drive, and he was
going to explore every part of hose "hills"!  His truck ran up and down my
cheeks, and nudged a little into my ass crack.  When I separated my legs
some more, he dipped the car lower, discovering my pussy peeking from
behind.

   "I think I found a cave," he teased me further with the toy vehicle.

   Lying face down, the bristles of the carpet tickled my sensitive areas.
Being completely bald, my crotch was especially sensitive to the physical
contact.  I started wiggling my hips, rubbing my pussy on the floor.  Jimmy
was having a hard time maneuvering his truck with my rhythmic gyrations.

   "Quit it, Erica!" he said, annoyed.  "You're moving around too much."

   He was annoyed that I was masturbating, humping the living room carpet!
But I couldn't take it anymore.  It was too late for me to run to my
bedroom.  I would never even make it to the bathroom.  There was no choice.
I had to explain to Jimmy what was happening.

   Slowly, I rolled my naked body over so I could face him.  "Ah, Jimmy,
we...  we need to talk."

   "I was still playing," he complained.  "What's the matter?"

   I lifted up my hands to hide my bare breasts, at the same time rubbing
my nipples between thumb and forefingers.  "Jimmy, have you...  have you
ever heard of something, um, called...  an orgasm?"

   Now the boy looked slightly uncomfortable, like he suspected I was
trying to trick him.  Or I was asking him a question to make him look
stupid.

   "I guess," he said slowly.  "I might have heard Alicia say something. 
But I don't know.  What is it?"

   He seemed genuinely curious.  I had to think of a way to phrase this,
and I wasn't even thinking straight!  My mind was in a sort of an erotic
daze.  I tried to focus on Alicia's cousin watching me.

   "Jimmy, when a girl gets...  happy...  I mean a special kind of happy.
She feels really good, like there are butterflies tickling her tummy.  And
she gets warm, but a good kind of warm, like soaking in a hot bath."

   "But you're not taking a bath right now," Jimmy pointed out.

   Somehow, that was a very keen observation.  "No, but I still don't have
any clothes on.  That makes me very...  happy.  In fact, I'm feeling so
good, that I am going to start moving around like I was before.  I'll
also...  Mmmm...  start to moan, just like that.  But it's because I feel
good, so I don't want you to worry."

   Lying on the floor, I reach down and separated my pussy lips.  I was
intimately familiar with my pubic area, after years of playing with myself.
My vulva, or outer lips, were shaved completely hairless.  At this stage of
arousal, my pussy was already puffed out.  As I used two fingers to open
up, my juicy pink labia unfolded.  Atop this, where my inner lips meet, I
pulled back the little hood.  My clitoris emerged fully erect.

   I was like a flower opening up for Jimmy, and noting my wetness, I
added, "Also...  when I have an orgasm...  I'm going to let out a little
water.  But it's not pee, Jimmy.  I want you to know that...  it's just
something that happens."

   My ears were burning bright red as I talked about this.  I expected
Jimmy to make fun of me, to make a face or say that I was totally gross. 
Instead, he seemed to be very interested.

   "Right now, Erica, are you...  happy?" he asked.

   I squirmed on the floor, running my hands up to my breasts again and
said breathlessly, "Very happy!"

   Of course, that was the term I used to describe my arousal and being
horny.  But I couldn't bring myself to speak the word.  For that matter, I
was surprised I had not cum yet.  I knew what I had to do.

   "Jimmy, you can keep playing with your cars," I told him.  "But if you
do, I am going to have an orgasm."

   With that, I made an effort to lie still on the floor.  My hands
clenched an unclenched at my sides, my toes curled and I arched my back. 
Absolutely stark naked, I waited to see what Jimmy would do.  It was
unbearable.

   Finally, hesitantly, the boy placed his matchbox 4x4 Bronco on my body.
He must have sensed that I was ashamed about having an orgasm.  He was very
clever.  But still, he was either curious, or he was deliberately going to
make me do it.  When he rolled the toy car around my stomach, it sent a
shock through me like a tidal wave.

   "Oh!  Oh yes!" I cried out, no longer hiding my arousal.

   He ran the car up over my tits, rubbing against my nipples, flicking
them back and forth.

   "Mmmmph," I moaned.  "Oooooh!"

   In response, I separated my legs as far apart as I could.  I was laying
there, spread eagle.  Jimmy crawled across the floor and reached the spot
next to my midsection.  He then used the truck and rolled it over my pussy,
up and down, up and down, repeatedly, again and again!  He did not even
have to insert it, the toy tires were brushing my extended clitoris back
and forth.

   "Aaaaaah!  Oh God, oh God, oh God!" I called out.

   Just as I started to buck my hips, the orgasm hit me full force.  Jimmy
pulled his hand away, truck and all, right at that moment.  I raised my
legs in the air, while reaching down with my own hand to rub my pussy
furiously.

   Jimmy watched as I started to cum, a stream of white pearly juices
squirting from my vagina.

   "Whoa," the boy said, once I finished my climax.

   My bare stomach was rising up and down as I slowly returned to normal
breathing.  I lay there looking up at Jimmy, and he just stared down at me.
It was obvious he was impressed by my demonstration.

   After a few more minutes passed, I lifted my head to look across my
body. My pussy was very wet.  Suddenly, the shame washed over me, dampening
my arousal.

   "Um, I better get cleaned up," I said bashfully to Alicia's cousin.

   He nodded his head, and I gingerly sat up on the floor.  I ran a hand
through my hair, and then climbed to my feet.  I didn't bother to pick up
my clothes.  Stark naked, I walked out of the living room and headed for
the bathroom.

   I took a nice warm shower, which made me feel better.  And made me feel
more relaxed, too.  In fact, when I was washing between my legs, I made
myself cum again.  But I wouldn't let Jimmy know he had caused me to have
multiple orgasms.  When I was finally finished, I dried off and wrapped a
dark blue towel around my body.  I combed and slicked back my hair, which
was equally dark because of still being wet.

   Holding the towel across my breasts, I noticed that the bottom edge
reached down to just above my knees.  In this condition, I padded back into
the hallway.  Further down to my right, I could continue and slink back
into my bedroom.  Instead, I turned the other way and walked into the
living room.

   "Hi Jimmy," I said softly.

   I was unsure how awkward things would be between us after what had just
happened.  That was part of the reason, I guess, I returned to hang out
with him.  Wearing only a towel, I reminded myself.

   "Hi Erica," he said.  "I folded up all your clothes for you."

   Glancing further into the room, I saw that he had indeed collected my
things and put them in a neat pile.  My jeans, shirt, underwear and socks,
with the shoes I had been wearing placed on top.  Meanwhile, the boy had
proceeded to collect his own toys and was putting them away.

   I strolled into the middle of the living room and said, "Thank you, that
was very nice."

   "But you don't have to get dressed yet, do you?" Jimmy asked with a hint
of expectation in his voice.

   Looking down at the towel, I replied, "No, I can just keep this on."

   "Let's watch TV," he quickly suggested.

   The boy located the remote control, and turned on the television.  He
then found himself a spot on the couch and began flipping through channels.
Slowly, I stepped across the carpet in my bare feet.  I lowered myself onto
the couch, sitting next to him.  While he surfed from station to station, I
crossed my legs and leaned forward a little.

   "Jimmy, we can't tell anybody about this," I started to say.  "Not even
Alicia."

   My bare shoulder rubbed against his arm.  Alicia's cousin seemed to
settle on something, but it did not look like anything he would be
interested in.  Some kind of National Geographic program on the History
Channel, or something.  He turned his head to regard me, and we were very
close.  I clasped my hands around my knee, wiggling my toes.

   "Yeah, why not?" the boy said, challenging me.

   I hooked a strand of wet hair behind my ear before answering, "Because I
could get into trouble.  Even though it was your fault.  You stripped
me..."

   "And got you happy," he grinned.  "But you did have fun when we were
playing, didn't you, Erica?"

   I had to pause and think about that.  "Well, yes...  and no.  Um, I
guess it's pretty confusing."

   "I'll promise not to tell," Jimmy said, and I almost breathed a sigh of
relief.  "If you do something for me."

   My mind was suddenly racing again.  Was he blackmailing me?  What could
he possibly want?  He had already humiliated me in my own home.

   "I'm going to be starting soccer in the Spring," Alicia's cousin went on
to explain.  "Do you think we could arrange for a weekend where you
practice with my team?"

   Now I giggled delightfully as I heard his request.  I ran my fingers
affectionately through his hair and smile.

   "Sure, we could do that," I said.  "Well, I'm not very good at sports,
but if I can help you, I'll try."

   Jimmy lowered his eyes, and poked at the blue towel I was wearing.  "One
thing, though, Erica.  You will have to take off your clothes in front of
us."

   "Jimmy!" I said in shock.  "I don't know if that's a good idea.  Why do
you want me to do that?"

   The boy looked up at me, seeming to stare at my face.  "I want to prove
to the guys on my team that I can get a pretty girl naked."

   I was momentarily struck by his confession.  Sitting back on the couch,
I put my hands to my head.  This was really getting to be too much.  Yet at
the same time, I was rather flattered.  I crossed my legs again and dropped
my fingers to my exposed shoulders.

   "You think I'm pretty?" I asked.

   The boy let his eyes wander from my head to my bare toes, then back to
my slim body wrapped in a towel.  "Yeah, I guess."

   I was dying to ask him which parts he liked best.  After all, he had
seen everything.  But I thought better of it.  Returning to the subject of
his request, I had another question.

   "How many boys are on your soccer team?" my light eyebrow arched,
perhaps suggesting I was interested.

   "Six or seven," Jimmy answered.

   Distractedly, I mumbled, "That's not so bad."

   For the remainder of the evening, we watched TV on the couch. 
Occasionally, the top of my towel would slip, exposing a bare tit and my
nipple sticking out.  Jimmy would point out I was showing by flicking it. I
would giggle, then slap his hand away.  Sometimes he would move his hand to
rest on my knee.  I would let him keep it there for a while, before
adjusting my position.

   We were almost dozing off when there was a ring at the doorbell.

   I looked up and said, "I guess your mother is here to pick you up."

   "Yeah," Jimmy grunted, and then moved off the couch.

   The boy went about gathering his backpack while I stood in the middle of
the living room.  I stretched my arms, arching up on my toes, although I
kept one arm across my chest to keep the towel from falling off.  With my
free hand, I started to push Jimmy toward the front door.  His heavy steps
sounded down the hallway, while I followed after softly in my bare feet.

   He opened the door, and together we greeted his mother.

   "Oh, hello, Jimmy.  I see you are all ready to go." she said.  "Were you
good for Erica?"

   "Yeah," he grinned, and walked outside.

   The night air was brisk on the skin of my shoulders and legs, as I stood
there in the open doorway.  Jimmy's mother looked at me, and then I
realized I was dressed in only a towel!

   "Um, I had to take a shower," I explained.

   The woman continued to stare at me before she said, "Yes, I understand.
In the future, Erica, maybe you could put on a robe or pajamas.  You're
almost naked, and I don't want Jimmy to get any ideas."

   "Yes ma'am," I lowered my eyes, blushing.

   Then she smiled warmly.  "Well, thank you again for watching him on such
short notice.  It really was a big help.  And I know he can sometimes be a
handful."

   "No problem," I gasped, trembling a little.  I could feel my clit
growing erect underneath the towel, thinking about the game we had played.

   "I had best let you get back inside," Jimmy's mother chuckled, "before
you catch a cold."

   We said goodbye, and I closed the front door as she left.  I waited
until I heard the car start, then drive off down the street.  Alone at
last, I took a deep breath and let it out slowly.  What a way to spend the
evening!

   Dropping the towel, I ran down the hallway, enjoying the feeling of
running naked through my house.  My small, perky breasts moved up and down,
my bare bottom bouncing playfully.  Once I reached my room, I hopped onto
the bed.  There, I started rubbing myself until I had my third orgasm of
the night.
   THE END