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 �>�Bored by Janie

   Part 1

   When I was sweet sixteen, one weekend I was bored.  My older brother had
gone out for the morning, and my mom worked.  My older brother had an
apartment in the basement - he was 20.  I was trying to think of something
to do, when suddenly I felt horny - only I didn -(TM)t know how to manage
my sex, then.  I'm not sure I'd do any better, now, though

   It started by going to the bathroom and playing in the bath.  I shaved
off all my recently acquired pubic hair.  I'd done it to amuse myself, but
it wasn -(TM)t enough.  I rubbed myself for a few minutes after that, and
it felt good.  But it wasn't enough.  After a while, I got bored again.  So
I thought of other things I could do with myself.

   I -(TM)d never put more than one finger in my vagina until then.  Before
long, I had two rubbing pretty hard.  Although it felt good for a while,
after some time I got bored again.  I moved my fingers and slid them, in
and out, and it felt much better.  After a while though, I got bored again.
So I went downstairs, all wet and nude, not even taking a towel.  I sat
down and put one leg on the kitchen table.  My sex spread open.  I inserted
my hand.  The window in the kitchen opened to the backyard and forest.  I
imagined people were out there and saw me nude, rubbing myself.  I imagined
they watched me and took pictures.  I imagined them furiously, and started
rubbing myself, again, harder.  But after a while, I got bored again.

   So I opened the back door and went outside.  There were houses on either
side of ours, but no one seemed to be home.  It was Sunday morning.  I
imagined most people were where I should have been, at mass, or services or
even Sunday school.  I stood on the porch a waited for someone to scream or
something, but no one did.  Pretty soon I started rubbing myself, again --
pretty hard.

   Emboldened by the morning quiet - it was around 10, I walked out across
the flat backyard grass to the woodsy area behind our house.  Now, I
imagined everyone on the hillside across the street from us could see me,
if they looked.  Only they would have had to look in my direction, and I
guessed people rarely did, early Sunday morning, when all good like girls
were in church.  I wasn't.  So I stood there, nude, waiting for something
to happen; I waited for someone to come out, and scream, "Look, she -(TM)s
naked!!!" or maybe, "Why beautiful naked girl, aren't you in church?" I
waited and waited, only no one did.  So in a few minutes, I got bored
again.

   I walked up the hillside and sat down on in the morning sun.  It was
early, and the sun was low in sky, radiant and warm.  So I spread my legs
open to soak up the warmth of the sunlight, I felt so good, the luxuriant
early morning light warming my freshly-shaven teenage pussy.  Then I began
playing with myself again.  My left hand worked my breast, while I placed
my right hand on my clit.  I rubbed.  I continued doing that for a while,
waiting for something to happen, but nothing did.  Just when I felt like I
was getting bored again, in the corner of my eye I thought I saw something
move behind the glass of our window.

   Out of the corner of my eye, in the shadow of the family room window I
thought I saw a figure.  The family room bordered the kitchen in back of
our house.  Darker, that room had a brick fireplace and wooden paneling. 
In fact it was so dark that you couldn -(TM)t see into it at all.  On a
bright spring morning the glare off the window glass outside blocked the
view.  You couldn't see inside very well, or probably not at all would
describe it better.  I convinced myself it was nothing.  Then emboldened by
this little moment of excitement, I continued to open my legs wider apart
than before.  In fact, I opened them much wider, spreading my sex much
further apart.  Moments later I continued to plunge my fingers into my sex
hole, which was wet, as I had done inside.  I couldn -(TM)t help it, but
after a few minutes, I was growing bored again.

   There was only one more way that I could relieve my ache.  One more hole
remained for me to explore.  I had never put one of my own fingers into my
common hole, before.  Although at the doctor -(TM)s office when I had a
bladder infection, when I was little they had They said it was to stimulate
my bladder movement.  Simpler put, they wanted to make me pee; I was
holding it in involuntarily.  I remembered it now because it made me relax.
I remember how good it made me feel, and that it worked.  Now my fingers
were were there again.  I was wet, my bottom perfectly clean from my bath,
and so I did it  -" I stuck my middle finger tip into my bungee hole up to
my nail.  I was masturbating my anus, a place I had never been.  Then I
started swirling it around.  It felt funny, after a while not unpleasant at
all.  I didn -(TM)t know what to think of it, it seemed so dirty.  But it
felt sooo good to doing it, that I continued.  After all that I was where
someone might see me doing it, made it exciting.  I felt naughty, really
naughty, which made me feel good.  As I continued, I worried that I might
get bored again.  So to help it out, I moved my left hand down to my pussy,
and started rubbing on my clit.  Then I put my middle finger into my
vagina, rubbing softly on my clit with my thumb.  I did this I facing our
house, and the other houses of the neighborhood in the morning sun, but no
one seemed to see it.  No one seemed to care at all -- no one, that is,
except me and my sex.  OMG!!!  Suddenly, I was finally getting excited.  My
lack of stimulation seemed to end.

   Luv, Janie

   Part 2

   Then off in the distance, I heard a phone ring.  I imagined my brother
coming outside and yelling, "Janie, what the fuck are you doing!" just as I
was coming.  Of course he didn't but I had climaxed.  Now I was starting to
get bored again.

   (What I didn't realize was my mom came home and locked the door to my
room.  Of course, in the process that locked up my clothes as well.) When I
finally got myself off, I felt sorta funny.  I was out in the backyard, up
on the side of the hill in the sunlight.  Anyone looking out from a dozen
or so houses could have seen me masturbating easily; unfortunately or not,
a few of them undoubtedly did.  Suddenly, I snapped out of it.  I thought,
"OMG!  What am I doing out here, nude?  This is crazy --" So, temporalily
satisfied I went back inside to the kitchen.  Only then I wasn't proud of
what I did.  But when I walked in, my mom was stting inside the kitchen
having a cup of coffee.  She said, "Come over here, Janie, sit with me,"
motioning to her lap.

   Sit on her lap?  At 16, I was very uncomfortable with my mother seeing
me nude, while she was dressed.  Especially being nude on her lap; that
made it even worse.  Even though I ran around the house in my underclothes
all the time, that was normal; you see.  She did too, even with my older
brother, we were all family.  But sitting on her lap naked like I was well,
like six, that was a bit...  too much.  Still, I did as I was told.  The
thought of ignoring her or disobeying her was much worse, so I did as she
expected.  I sat on her lap.  She hugged me with a hug only a mom can give,
and I knew she wanted to talk.  I suspected it was about what she'd just
seen, so I was a bit nervous, but I trusted her as my mom.  I knew that she
had seen me outside naked.  Whether that included rubbing myself, well I
just couldn't be sure.  I hadn't realized yet that masturbating, my nether
lips got very red when I did.  Whether men would notice, even today with me
shaved, I doubt.  But I know now that my mom did.  It would still be a
while before I learned that, though.  But when I did, I didn't know what to
think.  There's no doubt in my mind now that my mom knew.  I know for
certain from other discussions that she did.  Then in her soft gentle voice
she began speaking as she held me and looked at me.

   "Janie, you're growing into a young woman," said my mother.  I'm so
proud of you that you are.  You look so much like your father, you have his
good looks.  They were so hard to resist; I couldn't.  But Sweetheart, that
makes me worry a lot.  (My father was very good looking, though a bit
smaller than most attractive men in stature.  He was also egotistical,
alcoholic and self-centered.) She continued, "Mrs Sacks (who lived up the
street from us) called at the clinic this morning to tell me that Peter
(her son) saw a young girl nude in our backyard (Peter was autistic).  He
was very excited." (Peter was 16, too.  As Mrs.  Sack's son he was a sweet,
though infantile; a kid in the body of an adult.) Mom worked shiifts, and
today she'd worked the graveyard shift to 10am.  She'd just gotten home
after laying over, so she was tired while she spoke to me as she did.

   "She said her son saw a girl in our backyard naked," she ocntinued. 
"Obviously that could have only been you.  When I got home I saw you there
myself; it wasn't clear what your were doing --" OMG!!!  she'd seen...  Mom
continued, "She went on to say how she (Mrs.  Sacks) was so was so worried
that she called me at work.  It wasn't Peter or her daughter Sarah that she
was worried about, but the nieghborhood -- and ESPECIALLY you, Janie!  She
thought every one on the south hillside looking out must have seen you this
morning behind the house, rubbing yourself, nude."

   OMG, now I knew she knew; it was out.  Not only had Mrs.  Sacks and
Peter seen me outside masturbating, but others probably too, including my
mom.  Why didn't she just tell me, or call the house?  Mrs.  Sacks was my
my surrogate mom, since my own mom worked.

   "Janie, sweetheart, you worry me.  You're becoming a young woman so
fast. I feel like I've lost my little girl.  I don't know what to do.  I
don't know how to keep you out of trouble, anymore.  If you aren -(TM)t
careful, we'll have trouble, we'll get busted by the town, I mean.  Me, for
being a bad mom, uanble to control you.  You for running around naked... 
And your brother for smoking dope and drinking beer with his (underage)
friends." My older brother Bill was only twenty-year, but some of his
friends were younger, some much so.

   I started to interrupt, "Ah mom, Bill doesn't smoke weed --"

   She continued, sushing me.  "I know -- just like you don't run around
naked in the yard.  Oh Janie, I love you so much.  What am I going to do
with you, my only, pretty VERY NAUGHTY daughter?"

   Oh god, I gulped.  It was getting sentimental.  I couldn't handle that
very well.  But Mom went on.

   "Janie, you've got so much sexual energy.  I mean I don't know what to
do.  I think it would be good for you to work some of it off.  So, I locked
the door to your room.  I want to help you get it out, darling, SAFELY.

    -�I need to work it off? -� I thought, "OMG, I just did!"

   Mom continued, "Janie, I've decided to help.  I want you spend the rest
of the day like you were -- naked.  You can just go around in the buff  --
nude for the rest of the day.  We'll let you be yourself.  You can walk
around and just do everything being yourself, no one will say a word.  Go
outside, I don't care!  But at least I'll be here to control it."

   Nude for the day?  OMG!!!  I thought a few moments when she said that, I
was very excited.  Then I relaized I had plans for the rest of my day.  My
GF Sarah, Mrs.  Sacks daughter would probably come over later.  Plus my
brother was coming back with his friendsa t any omoment.  "But mom," I
said, " Sarah's coming over!!!" I stammered.  Plus Bill's friends
--(what'll i do...)

   Ding, dong -- (Oh no, no one ever rang our doorbell; OMG ...) --.  Then
someone opened the door and entered.  "Helllo???" they were yelling, "We're
HERE!" OMG!  It was my brother and his friends.  Mom steered then away from
me to the basement for the moment, unaware of our little meeting discussion
going on.

   "That's even better, now," Mom smiled.  "With Bill's friends around
you'll get an audience, and Sarah will understand, too.  It'll be good for
you to spend time with her naked.  And Bill's friends, well, they'll enjoy
a beautiful girl.  That should work some energy out of you, anyhow, I'm
sure." Plus Janie you're so cute...  OMG....

   An erie feeling momentarily made me feel weak.  I felt tingly enough
between my legs as it was.  But there wasn't even a moment to regain my
composure; my peace was ending.  My brohter and his friends were there. 
Moments later, my mom opened the door for my brother Bill's friends.  His
pals Fred and Tom from school were there with him.  They were sophomores in
college, too.  Now my brother, his two friends and maybe even my BFF --
would be over later -- all certain to see me nude sooner or later that day.
And it was barely noon; there were eight more hours to go.  I looked at my
mom with plaintive eyes that begged for mercy, but she just looked away
focused on other things.

   "Janie, I've got work to do.  I'm getting receritified for my work.  I
have to go study so I can pass the board.  I'm going to ask Bill to
entertain you." With that she left for her office.  So there I was nude, in
my house with my brother's friends arriving.  I planned to play it as cool
as I could.  Maybe they wouldn't find out.

   I tried to keep it under cover, hiding in the den.  But my mom would
have none of that escape plan.  Now she invited them in with us, me nude.
My brohter caught on quickly, as I squezzed my legs together, holding my
hands on my chest.  His friends don't know us well enough yet, and they
were shocked.  So my mom explained, for me it was a nude day; it was kinda
of a game.  I was being pusnihed for something -- that was all there was to
it -- no one needed to ask any more.  Their eyes lit up as wsh spoke, but
they didn't ask any questions, they just enjoyed it.

   Now Sarah, my high school BFF liked to come over on the weekends and
talk about school.  Sunday afternoons we would gossip when we were young.
Usually that meant we would waste the rest of the afternoon gossiping away.
We loved it.  Only the rest of this Sunday I would be naked --

   About 1 PM Sarah showed up and my mom ushered her in before taking a
nap. She said "Janie"s got a secret she's dying to tell ('Pssst she's going
around the rest of the day nude!  Just our little secret, okay?') She's
trying out that life style -- nudism you know, or naturism -- whatever you
call it.  So please don't be shocked." (She was, anyhow).  Then she showed
Sarah into the room where I sat legs crossed Idian-style listening to
music, like in Yoga.  I tried to look completely natural -- or should I
say, "au naturel," as I did.

   Oh, Janie!  Sarah exlaimed, "How do you do it?!!  I mean how do you ever
come up with these crazy ideas, after all.  Plus your mom lets you do it!!!
OMG I'm so jealous.  Your so lucky!!  (Psst: Aren't you ashamed to let your
brother AND HIS FRIENDS see you like this, especially THEM, his firends? 
They're boys.  I mean, what do they think about it?"

   What could I do but try to be cool?  I could immediately tell Sarah was
jealous.  Because Sarah 'd seen me naked in school, that didn't bother me
as much as it should .  But still it did, she was looking at my sex -- far
more than I thought she should.  But I knew she knew Bill and his friends
were in the basement, since she'd seen their cars outside.  So I pooh
poohed it, and tried to play it down.  In fact, they hadn't figured it out
yet.

   "Sarah, Bill's seen me naked since I was little; and Jason's pretty
cool, too.  Plus, I enjoy the attention I get when I 'm like this,
especially with Jason around.  (I was right about that, I loved it and he
did too, even if it made me nervous in ways I didn't understand then.)
Eventually, when my brother came in with his friends, I thought that was
totally enough.  But then they called a few others, too -- their friends I
mean, and they started to come over as well.  Each time one knocked at the
door, they made a point of having me answer it.  Pretty soon, everyone
around knew well how I was spending my afternoon.

   So I sat in the living room with Sarah listening to music.  I couldn't
believe how much she stared at my body.  When Bill came up with his
friends, she made a point of force them to come in to see me.  She stopped
them to force them to see.  I suspected my mom must have put her up to it,
though I know how -- she was sleeping from finishing her shift.  Sarah
wanted to see them stare at me nude; she wanted to embarrass me, too.  She
felt so guilty, though, she had to ask my mother about it.  So talking
about BFs the rest of the afternoon we puttered around.  Finally, Sarah
told me she always wondered why I shaved my sex.  You see, she had this
huge bush of dark hair that peeked out from her mound in her swimsuit.  I
told her it was because I never had a full bush - my bald mound embarrassed
me, which was true.  I was actully a little bald in the middle of my venus
mound, and i looked like a little girl, so I thought I looked better with
nothing, and that's why I shaved.

   Later that evening one of Mom -(TM)s acquaintances from work, another
nurse swung by.  I was still nude with Sarah, but Mom made me to introduce
myself.  She wanted me to meet her, and show myself to her, too.  She was a
friend she confided with, she said later, especially about teen girls.  She
also had a son in school my age that I thought was cute.  Being introduced
to this woman who I'd seen last at the last PTA meeting nude,was
humiliating, to say in the least..

   To top it off, this little kid from up the street, comes down to visit.
He's the little brother of one of my brother -(TM)s friends.  He claims
he's there to sell cub scout popcorn or cookies or something, but my
brother told me later that they called him up just to embarrass me more. 
So both my brother and his friend wanted to see how I would react to the
stares of a 10 year old kid.  Why not?  I had never seen him before, nude
that is.  My brother invited him in so I had to be polite.  I had to serve
him a glass of ice water, and entertain him, nude.  Then when mom awoke
later, she asked me to bring them all drinks again, so I did.  What eslse
could I do.  I had to enter the room again, as hostess, nude.

   Suddenly it was like we were having a party, and I was the main
entr�(C)e.  Every possible friend of ours was there.  hearing my mom
explain they all discover my dilmena.  They enjoyed it so much, but
especially my embarassement.  You see I blush a lot all the time, clothes.
So I've been invited to play the hostess for a family outing, in my
blsuhing birthday suit...of sorts.  I get to walk around nude.

   Funny thing about nudism is that it scared me a lot at first.  I was
frought with fear once.  Then after the initial exicitement wore off, it's
just like an elixor or spirit.  It was exciting, and the excitement was
starting to make me wet.  In fact, I was becoming more comfortable being
just myself, WET.  I almost felt I was starting to drip.  I was "in my own
skin," as my mom like to tell it.

   As the afternoon wore on, I was gettng more and more charged, but in a
restrained sort of way.  Finally the horniness inside me was too much.  I
went into the bathrroom to play.  It only took a few minutes, but I had one
of the most instense orgasms I'd ever had -- well, at least since that
morning on the lawn in back.  What I hadn't counted on was my mom
recognizing it, my groaning and wetness, because because up until that time
I didn't think anyone else ever knew.

   Finally, I decided to call my mom's bluff.  As a matter of fact, I'd
shock everyone there.  I called my boyfirned and invited him over.  I told
him I would be waiting for him with a surprise if he came.  Well of course,
he did.  Meanwhile, what I hadn't remembered was it was Sunday afternoon
after church, visitors went about socializing.  In our small town, Sundays
were for talking.  People went around on visits.  That included religious
people, like Pasters, Elders, Parrisioners and (OMG) even PRIESTS.  Though
nominally we were Protestant, my dad started me as a Cathholic, and my mom
had continued raising me as a Catholic girl.  I was confirmed; I had a
preist.  As my confirmation priest, a Jesuit Father Avera was awfully smart
also cool and sweet, as well.  Father Avera worked the mountains on a
circuit.  Every weekend, Saturday and Sunday he would do four masses. 
Sometimes, after Mass on Sundays in our town Father Avera would swing by
for the evening.  He liked my mom.  So guess what?  This Sunday afternoon
Father Avera visited.

   When he came by to visit, my mom was shocked.  Not as much as me, but
I'm a sturborn girl.  Plus I was having extreme pangs of exhibition, STILL.
I was loving my Sunday exhibit, nude.  When the good Father showed up to
visit, I didn't answer the door, my brother did.  My mom tried to head it
off, steering him into the kitchen for coffee, sureptitiously away from my
display.  When I realized he was visiting though, I decided he should see
me, the same as anyone.  I made a point of strolling in for a visit with
him and my mom.  OMG was she ever so embarrrassed, my mom I mean.  Too much
even to get mad!  Worse, I made an especially good point of smiling MORE,
spreading my legs just a bit .  And bending over at the cupboard door in
front, just so I could be a good hostess and help mom serve.  I;m sure he
oculd see my predicament.

   Father Avera was so cool he took it all in stride.  You would've thought
he had a teenage daughter, tooo or maybe --..  Naw, that's so naughty to
speak about.  But I loved him he was so cool.  Anyhow, by the time the
party was over, we'd been exposed, both of us, my Mom and I.  Everyone knew
I was an exhibitionist, and everyone knew she hadn't fixed it.  If
anything, she'd made it worse.  Now most of the people in the valley knew
our family was a little different than the rest, if they already hadn't. 
After all, after living in California we'd returned to the mountains.  Even
before I'd left, when I was only seven, they knew I was precocious, a bit
of a brat.  Now they knew that for certain.  They knew I sorta a wild child
becoming a wild girl.  Coming back when I was 13, I was worse than ever
before.  Now Califronia living had fanned my wildness.  Plus I was learning
all the tricks of being a girl.

   Now, my closest friends have seen me in gym at school, in the showers.
Some of them had even saw me before, shaved already.  None had really seen
me as a homie girl, on display, though.  Up until then, few had viewed me
as a little nudist girl.  Nor did they consider me a slut.  But now I
imagined they could have.  At least, I imagined myself more of that then.
When it began, I can't remember.  Naïve or innocent, or maybe a little
weird.  But after that, though, I thought of myself as a woman.  I wanted
everyone to see me that way, especially all the men in my life.  I wanted
them to know I was a woman.
   Luv, Jnaie