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 ï>¿Brighton Rocks by Adman

   Brighton Rocks 1

   My girlfriend Joanne - or Jo as everyone called her - and I were 16 and
had been going out together for nearly 6 months when a seemingly minor
event changed the course of our lives.  We were sitting at a cafe on the
seafront in Brighton, in the south of England, on a late summer evening,
sharing a cup of tea and discussing our poor financial situation.  The
school holiday was coming to an end and I guess we were both a bit down and
trying to make plans for the future to raise our spirits.

   "It would be fantastic if we could go on holiday somewhere hot next
summer," Jo said.  "This year has been great because we've had lots of time
together, but the weather has been crap!"

   "I know," I replied, "but (a) your parents would probably say 'no', and
(b) we can't afford it anyway."

   We both had a small amount of savings from our allowances, but mine was
earmarked for a second-hand car and Jo was saving for University.

   "We could get Saturday jobs," Jo suggested.

   "You could, but I'm at school most of every Saturday.  We could both
look for something in the Christmas and Easter holidays though, although
wages for people our age are pretty low."

   Just then we were interrupted by a man sitting at the next table.  He
was in his late twenties or early thirties, well-built and good looking. 
He wore an amused expression and had an air of easy confidence.

   "I'm sorry," he said, "but I couldn't help overhearing your conversation
and I wonder whether I might be able to help.  My name is Tom by the way."

   I introduced Jo and myself and we repeated our woes.  Tom was easy to
talk to and sympathetic to our situation.  He thought Jo's parents could be
persuaded to let her go on holiday with me by next summer: we would both be
17 by then and would have been going out for a little over a year.  As to
the question of money he said he may be able to help us.

   "How?" Jo asked.

   "I have been fortunate enough to make a lot of money in the last couple
of years, by building up and then selling a software business.  You could
do some work for me, and I am sure you would earn enough to go on holiday
somewhere warm and exotic next summer."

   "What sort of work could you give us to do?", I asked.  "We are only 16
and not trained to do anything in particular!"

   "Jo", Tom said, "How would you like to earn £10 right now?"

   "Of course I would", Jo replied, "what would I have to do?"

   "Nothing that requires training!" Tom joked, "just go and get us some
ice creams from the cafe.  I'll pay for them, of course, in addition to
your £10."

   "Sounds too good to be true!", Jo said, "what's the catch?"

   "There's no catch," Tom replied, "but you are a bright kid: there is a
condition."

   "What is it?" Jo and I both asked at the same moment.

   "You have to take off your shoes and socks and get the ice creams
barefoot", Tom said.

   I thought he was kidding, but he was not smiling and it was clear that
he meant what he said.  I thought Jo would tell him to get lost, but to my
surprise she said, "So all I have to do is go and buy us some ice creams in
my bare feet and you will give me a tenner?"

   "Yes", Tom replied, "simple as that."

   "Why?" Jo asked.

   "Because I asked you to", Tom said.  "It gives me pleasure to see a
pretty girl walking barefoot and I am willing to pay you to do it."

   Jo looked at him for a moment, then at me, and then she bent down in her
chair and started undoing the laces on her tennis shoes.

   "You don't have to do this Jo", I said.

   "It's no big deal Rob", she replied.  I like walking barefoot - it's
comfortable - and I can earn £10 in 2 minutes!"

   With that she toed off her shoes and started to pull off her white
socks. Pushing the socks inside her shoes, Jo then stood up in her jeans
and T-shirt and looked at Tom.

   "Very good", he said.  "Here's the money for the ice creams.  When you
return, I will pay you £10."

   Jo took the money and walked towards the cafe entrance.  Being on the
seafront, nobody paid any attention to her bare feet as she disappeared
inside.  Shortly afterwards she returned holding three cornets filled with
vanilla ice cream and handed one to Tom and one to me.  She sat down and
Tom handed her a £10 note. 

   "Excellent Jo", Tom said, "you did well.  How would you like to earn
another £10?"

   "Sure!" Jo, "what do you want me to do now?"

   "I want you to hand me your ice cream for a moment, and then go into the
ladies toilets just along the seafront, take off your bra, and then return
here and hand it to me."

   "What?!" Jo blurted.  "No way!"

   "Jo; how much did your bra cost?" asked Tom.

   "I don't know; £15 maybe."

   "Then I will pay you £25 if you carry out my instructions."

   Jo turned to me and said, "What do you think Rob?"

   "I think we should go now sweetheart; I don't think I like where this is
going."

   "I know, but on the other hand it is easy money...".

   Tom sat back in his chair with a smug look on his face.  "She's right
Rob; remember, this is funding your holiday next summer".

   "OK, I'll do it", Jo said in a rush, and she reached down to put her
socks and shoes back on.

   "Ah, Jo", Tom said, "leave the shoes and socks here".

   "You want me to go into a public toilet in my bare feet?" Jo asked.

   "Yes".

   Jo took a deep breath, closed her eyes for a moment, and stood up.  She
handed Tom her ice cream and began walking along the promenade towards the
ladies.  As she reached it and headed for the door, I noticed a group of
kids about our age heading the other way and saw them look down at her bare
feet and then at the toilet entrance.  A couple of them screwed up their
faces, but nobody said anything as far as I could see.

   A short time later, Jo came back out of the toilets with a grim look on
her face.  She walked back and sat down, and subtly handed Tom her white
bra.  He laid it on the table and Jo blushed.  I couldn't help noticing
that her nipples now showed through her red T-shirt.

   "I want you to know that the floor was disgusting in there," Jo said,
"It was wet and dirty and cold.  Ugh!"

   "You did well again Jo," Tom replied.  "Here you are".  And he handed
her £30.

   "I though it was £25", Jo said, "Not that I'm complaining!"

   "I gave you a bonus because you did as you were told Jo.  Here - take
your ice cream back".



   Brighton Rocks 2

   Jo took back her ice cream and Tom asked us how long we had been going
out together.  We told him, and explained how we met through mutual friends
at a party.  We chatted for a while about Tom's software company, his - any
my - love of cars, his interest in photography, Jo's successes in
cross-country running and how cool Brighton was as a place to live and go
to school.

   It soon felt as though we had known Tom for years, and when the
conversation turned to sex, we were comfortable telling him that Jo and I
had lost our virginity to each other just a couple of months before.  Tom
recalled his teenage years, when he and various girlfriends had been
perpetually horny, but had to resort to stolen moments in the backs of cars
and store cupboards!  We knew exactly what he meant!  Jo asked him whether
he was married or had a girlfriend and for the first time Tom seemed
momentarily taken aback.  Then he explained that his wife of 5 years had
passed away the previous summer, from cancer.  We apologised and Tom said
not to worry; it had made him determined to make the most of life and all
its opportunities.

   I said to Jo that it was time for us to be heading home, and Tom asked
if we were interested in meeting up the following day, same time, same
place.  I said we would think about it, and he handed Jo a card with his
contact details on.

   "I'll see you here tomorrow unless I hear from you to the contrary", he
said, his former confidence returning.

   Jo put her shoes and socks back on, and reached for her bra.

   "I'll give that back to you when I see you tomorrow", Tom said
arrogantly, reaching for it and putting it into his jacket pocket.

   "You better had", Jo replied with a smile.

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   "I didn't know we had decided to come back again tomorrow", I said to Jo
as we walked towards the bus stop.

   "We haven't Rob, but I don't see any harm if we do.  Tom seems like a
good laugh, and we are already £40 better off than we were."

   "I don't know", I replied.  "I don't trust him.  The way he looks at
you....  He kept staring at your boobs through your T-shirt after you had
taken your bra off.  Who knows what he might ask you to do next?"

   "I won't do anything I don't want to do.  And I've got you with me to
make sure everything is OK.  Are you jealous of him or something?"

   "Of course not.  I just think you seemed a bit too keen to follow his
instructions.  I don't want things to get out of hand."

   "Don't be silly, they won't.  We are the ones benefiting here!  It's you
I love, and I want us to be able to go on holiday, that's all".

   "I love you too.  If you're sure that's all there is to it...."

   "Course it is.  Now shut up and give me a kiss; my bus is coming!"

   I put my arms round Jo and kissed her.  She pulled me to her and kissed
back passionately, pushing her tongue into my mouth.  I could feel her
breasts pressing against me through our thin tops, and wished we could
spend the night together.  One day.  The bus was stopping as she pulled
away, and again I noticed that her nipples were poking through her top. 
The bus driver would get an eyeful!  Something had got her going and I was
not totally convinced it was just the kiss.

   "I'll call you in the morning," Jo called out as she climbed on to the
bus.  "Love you".

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   The following day, the last of our summer holiday before school started
again, Jo telephoned me at about 10am.  We agreed to meet in Brighton and
look round the shops for last minute purchases for the coming term. 
Neither of us mentioned Tom, but inevitably the issue came up as the
afternoon wore on.  Although I still had reservations, Jo seemed keen to
have the chance to make some more easy cash.

   "OK", I agreed.  "But if I decide anything is out of order, we leave."

   "Rob, it's not for you to decide", Jo replied indignantly.  "I am
perfectly capable of making up my own mind."

   "Fine", I said shortly, feeling pissed off.  Part of me was wishing we
had never met Tom, but I have to admit that another part of me liked the
money ...  and that I found Jo's compliance with Tom's instructions
intriguing.

   We arrived at the cafe at the same time as the day before, and
immediately spotted Tom sitting there in jeans, a shirt and his leather
jacket.  He looked as if he had stepped out of an after-shave advert, and I
have to admit to standing straighter and pushing out my chest a bit as we
approached.

   Tom stood up as we made our way to his table, and he shook my hand
before kissing Jo on the cheek; which seemed a bit forward to me, but Jo
seemed to take it in her stride,

   "I'm delighted to see you both again", Tom said.  "I knew you would
come. After all, an exotic holiday beckons!"

   Jo's eyes lit up at this as we sat down.

   "Rob", Tom said, "I would like to ask you some questions.  I will give
you a pound for every one that you answer.  Is that OK?"

   "Sure", I shrugged.

   "When you first saw Jo, what was your first impression of her?"

   "I thought she was beautiful, full of life and energy", I replied.

   Tom handed me a pound, which I pocketed.  "Go on.  What struck you most
about her appearance?"

   "I noticed her long legs ...  her blonde hair ...  big blue eyes..."

   "What was she wearing?"

   "Pretty much what she's wearing now - Jeans, a shirt, tennis shoes...."

   "Did you imagine what she would look like naked?"

   I paused and looked at Jo.  She looked back at me with a slight smile on
her face, and anticipation in her eyes.

   "I guess."

   "You guess?"

   "Yes, I imagined what she would look like naked.  Who wouldn't?  She's
gorgeous!"

   Tom laughed and Jo looked at me with love in her eyes.  I felt confused
and manipulated, but I was now several pounds better off.

   "When did you first see Jo naked Rob?"

   "After we'd been going out for a few weeks.  We were at her house and
her parents went out for an hour.  We were snogging and one thing lead to
another...."

   "Describe what happened."

   "Well, we were kissing, and I cupped Jo's breast, and then started to
unbutton her shirt.  She didn't object, so I got a bit bolder, slipped it
off and started on her bra."

   "What size are her breasts Rob?"

   "I'm not sure!" Typical bloke.

   "32B", Jo cut in, and then blushed.  "Just in case you were thinking of
sexy underwear as a Christmas present Rob...!"

   "What next", Tom persisted.

   "Jo pulled my T-shirt off and then I reached for the button on her
jeans. I thought she would stop me, but she didn't.  I undid them and
slipped them down her legs.  She stepped out of them and then pulled her
own socks off.  She was just wearing her knickers."

   "Did the sight of her turn you on?"

   "Course it did!"

   "Did you take her knickers off?"

   "Yes, after she had pulled my trousers and boxers off, and ...."

   "And what?"

   "She took me in her hand."

   "She masturbated you?"

   "Umm, yeah."

   "And...?"

   "And I pulled her knickers down and toucher her ...  between her legs."

   "What was it like?"

   "She was hot and wet and ...  it felt lovely".  Lame!

   "Did you both come?"

   "Yes", we both answered at the same time after a pause, and then
laughed. In fact we had both come very quickly.  I squirted over Jo's
stomach and she closed her eyes and shook for a minute before collapsing
into my arms, breathing deeply.

   "Excellent!" Tom said, clapping his hands and breaking the spell.  "How
about some tea?"



   Brighton Rocks 3

   "Tea would be good", I replied.

   "Jo", Tom said, pulling out his wallet, "would you please go and buy us
three teas?"

   "Sure", Jo replied and started to get up from her seat.

   "Just a moment Jo.  What should you do before going to get the teas?"

   Jo looked perplexed.  "I don't know.  What?"

   "Think back to yesterday Jo...."

   I watched as, without further hesitation, Jo sat back and reached down
to unlace her shoes.  She pulled off one and then the other, and finally
peeled off her socks.  Then she stood up and walked into the cafe.  I
realised that Tom had not offered to pay Jo for her barefoot performance
today, and neither had she queried it.

   "I thought you were going to pay for us doing these tasks for you", I
said.

   "I will Rob, don't worry.  But Jo hasn't finished yet what I have in
mind for her today." That sounded ominous.

   "What are you going to make her do?" I asked.

   "Not 'make' Rob, 'ask'.  I will try to persuade Jo to do as I ask, but I
won't ever force her." Reassuring.

   Just then Jo returned and placed three steaming cups on the table.  We
sipped them and continued talking until dusk, when the air became a little
chilly.

   "Let's move inside", Tom said, and we agreed.

   "I guess you want me to leave these off?" Jo asked, as she picked up her
tennis shoes and stuffed her socks inside them

   "You are learning fast!" Tom replied, and lead the way to a table in the
window of the cafe.  Only a few customers were still in the cafe, and one
elderly man was serving.  Nobody paid any attention to us, and no-one
seemed to notice or care about Jo's bare feet.  As it started to grow dark
outside, Tom offered us a lift home, saying that his car was parked just
over the road.  By now, Jo and I felt that we could trust him not to kidnap
us, and we agreed readily.  Buses are a real drag after a while; we
couldn't wait until we could drive ...  and not only for the convenience;
that back seat would be made good use of as Tom had hinted at from his own
teenage days!

   Tom pointed out a Range Rover on the far side of the road.  He then said
something that made my stomach flip over and my mouth go dry:

   "Jo.  You have carried out your tasks really well so far, and I know
that you haven't earned anything so far today.  I am going to offer you a
chance to make £50 in about 2 minutes.  What do you think?"

   "Sounds fantastic," Jo replied, "but what do I have to do this time?"

   "I am going to give you this carrier bag," Tom said, "and then Rob and I
are going to take your shoes and socks and go and get into the car.  You
are going to take off your shirt and your bra at the table, place them in
the bag and then walk - not run - over the road and climb into the back of
the car."

   Jo and I were both literally speechless for a moment before Jo blurted
out, "What?!  No ...  way!!  There is no way I am going to take my clothes
off and walk across the road topless!  I could be arrested!"

   "You won't be arrested Jo.  This is Brighton beach; women sunbathe
topless here all the time.  It is not illegal and, in any case, it is
almost dark.  I doubt anyone will eve notice."

   "Tom", I said, "you can't make Jo do this, it's madness!"

   "I'm not making her do anything Rob.  Let her make up her own mind about
this.  She stands to make £50 for a very brief exposure that hardly anyone
will see anyway."

   "You'll see", Jo pointed out.

   "Yes, I will", said Tom.  "Jo, you are a very pretty girl, and I admit I
am looking forward to seeing your breasts; but you haven't got anything I
haven't seen before".

   I think Jo took this as a challenge.  She took a deep breath and said,
"£80".

   "Done", said Tom, and he bent down to pick up her shoes and socks.  I
stared at Jo open-mouthed, but she had a look of determination on her face
that made me realise she intended to go through with this and that there
was no point arguing.

   Tom and I stood up and left the cafe.  We crossed the road and climbed
into the car.  Tom started the engine and we both looked out towards the
cafe.  We could see Jo still sitting at the table in the window, with
several other customers at tables behind her.  A couple of lads in their
late teens sat at an outside table.  A few pedestrians walked along the
promenade.  Jo sat still, and she caught my eye as she looked across the
road.  She looked like a deer caught in car headlights.  I swallowed, my
throat dry, as I saw Jo's hands reach up for the top button on her shirt.

   "I don't believe this....", I whispered.

   Jo slowly unbuttoned her shirt and then sat still for a moment.  She
looked slowly around her.  Nobody in the cafe was paying attention. 
Closing her eyes, she opened the shirt, slipped it off her shoulders and
dropped it in the bag.  She was now sitting at the table in just her white
bra and jeans.  Realising I think that, having started, she should keep
moving in case her nerve deserted her, I saw Jo reach behind her back and
release the bra.  The tension went out of it.  Hurriedly now, she slipped
it down her arms and off, putting it in the bag.  She sat back up and her
gorgeous little breasts came into view, tipped with hard pink nipples.  Jo
was visibly blushing as she stood up and walked towards the door of the
cafe.  As she exited, the lads outside looked up and their eyes went wide.
We heard one of them whistle and point Jo out to his mate but, to her
credit, she took no notice and walked with head held high across the road.
Her breasts bounced and swayed slightly.  She opened the car door and
climbed in behind us.  Tom immediately pulled away.

   "Are you OK?" I asked her.

   Jo said nothing for a moment and I turned in my seat to look at her. 
She was sitting with her hands over her boobs and a look of shock on her
face.

   "I can't believe I just did that", she said ...  and then broke into a
grin.  "Un-f***ing-believable!"

   "How did you feel doing that Jo?" Tom asked.

   "I was literally terrified," she replied.  "But it was a real buzz!"

   She reached down and pulled her bra and shirt out of the bag, but Tom
told her to leave them off until we were closer to home.  Jo didn't argue
and, after a while, I looked round and noticed that she wasn't even
covering up any more.

   Close to home, Tom 'allowed' Jo to put her bra and shirt back on.  She
asked for her shoes and socks but Tom said he would hold on to them for
now.

   "But I need them for gym at school tomorrow", Jo protested.

   "What will happen if you don't have them with you?" Tom asked.

   "I'll have to do gym barefoot", Jo replied.

   I knew what he would say before he did so: "That sounds fine to me Jo.
Here's your £80."

   Tom dropped us off as promised and Jo sneaked into her house barefoot,
hoping her parents wouldn't catch her and ask what on earth she thought she
was doing.  We promised to speak the next day after school.



   Brighton Rocks 4

   The first day back at school is always a drag.  I went to a boys' school
about half a mile from Jo's school, which was just for girls.  Although not
connected formally, the two institutions would sometimes do activities
together, like museum visits, socials and so on.  After a seeming lifetime,
the last bell went and I called Jo on my mobile phone.  She answered
immediately in a state of excitement.

   "Hi Rob.  Can I see you?"

   "Of course.  Why?  What's up?"

   "Can't speak now; meet me in the park in 5 minutes, by the bandstand. 
Love you!"

   Between our schools there was a park, with kids' playground, a cafe,
skateboard park and a bandstand that I can't remember ever having seen
used. We would meet there after school sometimes for a chat and a snog.  As
I approached it now, I saw Jo pacing back and forth.  She spotted me and
came running up.

   ""Hi sweetheart, I've missed you", I said.

   "Me too", she replied.

   "So what did you need to see me about so urgently?  Are you in desperate
need of some loving?!"

   "I am, but wait till I tell you why!  Guess who came to my school
today?"

   "I don't know ...  the mayor?"

   "Don't be daft!  TOM!"

   "What?" I exclaimed.  "What on earth was Tom doing at your school?"

   "I know; I was gobsmacked!  Let me tell you what happened...".

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   Jo was in the changing room getting ready for her gym lesson.  All her
classmates were changing around her taking off their summer uniforms, which
consisted of a blue striped, knee-length dress, with buttons to the waist
in front, blue cardigan, white socks and black shoes.  Jo knew that she
didn't have her tennis shoes with her, so was ready as soon as she had put
on her blue pleated sports skirt and white polo top.  The other girls had
teased her a bit about her bare feet.  They filed through to the gym and
the teacher asked Jo where her shoes were.

   "I'm sorry Miss, I forgot to pack them this morning."

   "OK, you must participate in bare feet.  Try to make more effort next
time!"

   "Yes, Miss."

   The girls were engaged in various exercises in the wooden floored gym
when the Headmistress came in and called out Jo's name.

   "Yes, Mrs Evans", Jo said as she ran over, her ponytail bobbing up and
down.

   "Jo, a Mr Baker is here to have a look around the school with a view to
sending his daughter here.  I understand that you are a family friend and
he has asked if you could please show him around.  Come with me!"

   Jo followed her headmistress out of the gym, wondering which of her mum
and dad's crusty friends "Mr Baker" was.  She was astonished to see Tom
standing there with a smirk on his face.  Jo hid her surprise as Mrs Evans
said, "OK Jo, this is Mr Baker who - as I am sure you know - has a nine
year old daughter.  Please show him around and answer any questions he
might have.  Mr Baker, please feel free to drop by my office or give me a
call if I can be of any further assistance."

   "I will, Mrs Evans, thank you so much." And with that, the headmistress
turned and walked away.

   "Tom!  What are you doing here?!  Daughter?"

   "No, not really", Tom laughed, "but I wanted to see how your day was
going and told a little white lie.  So, how is your day going?"

   "Fine thanks, but I can't believe you are here in my school.  Do you
really want me to show you around?"

   "You better had; it would look a bit strange us just standing here
talking!"

   They began walking slowly down the corridor when Tom asked, "So Jo, how
did it feel doing gym barefoot?"

   "Oh, it felt good actually - my feet didn't get sweaty like they
normally do!  But a bit embarrassing being the only one."

   "And how does it feel to be walking down the school hallway barefoot?"

   "Weird!  But actually I like the feel of the cool tiles under my feet.
Maybe we should all go barefoot around school all the time!"

   "Now there's a thought!" Tom replied.  They had reached a door at the
end of the hall and Tom asked about the building opposite.

   "It's the art block", Jo replied.

   "Let's go and take a look", said Tom, and pushed open the door.

   "I don't know whether I should wander around too far without shoes on",
Jo said.

   "I don't see why not, Mrs Evans did ask you to show me around...".

   "I guess...", Jo agreed, and stepped outside on to the tarmac after Tom.
"Now this feels even weirder!"

   They entered to art block and walked up the stairs.  There were studios
on each side of a corridor and skylights in the ceiling to provide lots of
light.  Suddenly a bell sounded, and shortly after students of all ages
started to fill the hallway.  Some stared at Jo in her gym kit and bare
feet, and a few made snide comments:

   "You seem to have forgotten your shoes Jo".  "Hippy!" "Eww, gross" and
so on.  Jo flipped a couple of them off, and gave as good as she got, but
Tom could tell she was embarrassed by the attention.  Soon enough a second
bell rang to mark the beginning of the next lesson.

   "Have you ever fantasised about being naked in school Jo?"

   "Had nightmares about it you mean!" Jo replied.

   "Come on now.  You must have imagined how it would feel."

   "Well ...  yes ...  but I guess everyone thinks about things like that
from time to time.  Nobody would actually do it though."

   "I would like you to do it Jo.  Right now."

   "Tom.  There is no way I would strip off in school.  What if someone saw
me?  I would completely humiliated and then expelled!  No way."

   "Not even for æ<¢50?"

   "No."

   "You remember the buzz you got from your topless walk last night? 
Imagine how this would make you feel", Tom pressed.

   Jo hesitated.  "Tom; That was different.  I just can't.  I guess it
would be a buzz but the risk is too great.  Anyway, I wouldn't want you to
see me naked either.  Rob would go mad."

   "OK.  I understand Jo.  How about this: You go into that store cupboard
at the end of the corridor.  Take off your clothes and pass them out to me.
I will leave your kit downstairs in the corner just inside the door, and
then I will leave.  I won't be able to see you, but will enjoy the thought
of you walking along the hall and down the stairs naked.  I will pay you
æ<¢80 next time I see you.  What do you think?"

   "I think I must be mad even to be thinking about it!"

   "Look, the lesson that has just started will continue for at least
another half-hour.  There's nobody around and it is very unlikely anyone
will come wandering through this building.  It will only take you a minute
or so to get to your clothes and put them back on."

   "How do I know I can trust you to go, and to leave my clothes where you
say you will?"

   "Jo, I'm hurt.  Have I given you any reason not to trust me?  I promise
that I will leave your gym kit by the door downstairs and then go.  You
have my word."

   "I'm sorry.  It would be a hell of a blast ...  OK, I'll do it!  Oh God,
I must be out of my mind!"

   Tom and Jo walked back down the corridor and Jo slipped inside the
storeroom.  She closed the door and, after a brief hesitation - wondering
what on earth she was doing - she pulled her polo shirt over her head and
dropped it on the floor.  She slipped off her blue skirt and then undid the
catch on her bra.  Finally, with a deep breath, she slipped off her
knickers.  She was now stark naked from top to toe.  She gather her
clothes, opened the door a crack and passed them through into Tom's waiting
hand.

   "Well done Jo, I'm very proud of you.  The coast is clear; I'm going
now. Call me soon using the number on the card I gave you yesterday.  Bye."

   Jo gave Tom a minute to leave, listening to his retreating footsteps,
and then cautiously opened the storeroom door a little.  She peeked round
and saw that the hall was clear.  She opened the door fully and stepped
out, hardly daring to breathe.  "Oh my God!  I am naked in my school, in
the middle of the day, with hundreds of people all around me!" she thought
to herself.

   Jo's senses seemed to be heightened by her state of undress.  Everything
appeared brighter and sharper.  She could feel the slightly dusty, gritty
surface of the cool tiles under her bare feet, and the air against her bare
body.  Her nipples hardened and her breath came in short, shallow gasps. 
She tip-toed down the corridor towards the concrete stairway, ready to run
if a door started to open.  She made it to the stairs and began to descend.
The hard steps were noticeably colder than the hall tiles.  Jo reached the
half-way point and became aware that the insides of her thighs were wet. 
She put a hand between her legs, wondering if her period had started, but
realised that her juices were running from her vagina.  She was seriously
turned on!  What was happening to her?  This was really screwing with her
head!

   Jo reached the bottom of the stairs and peered round the corner into the
hall towards the front doors.  With relief she spotted a bundle of clothes,
but they were right by the glass doors.  She would risk being spotted if
she got that close ...  but had no choice if she wanted to get dressed
again.  Damn Tom and his games!

   Jo crept along the hall keeping a sharp eye through the doors.  At the
last moment, she hurried over, grabbed the clothes and dashed back to the
cover of the stairwell.  "Oh my God, thank you, thank you!" she whispered.
Then she noticed that she had only her skirt and polo shirt; no underwear.
That bastard!  She quickly slipped on her skirt and pulled the shirt over
her head.  At least now she was decent ...  as long as she walked
carefully.

   She pushed open the art building door and walked back across the tarmac
to the main building.  Being barefoot in school no longer seemed like any
kind of a big deal!  She hurried to the girls changing room, glad that the
other kids were all in lessons, and changed into her dress, cardigan, shoes
and socks.  It actually felt constricting having footwear on again, but she
was relieved to be covered up.  She relished the freedom of her breasts,
unconstrained by a bra, her nipples rubbed gently against the soft cotton
of her dress, and the feeling of the air swirling around her sex reminded
her that she was still underdressed.

   Before leaving the changing room and heading for her lesson, Jo went
into the toilets and wiped the moisture from her pussy.  Then she hurried
to her next lesson....

   ____________________

   I couldn't believe the story Jo had just told me.

   "Jo ...  I ...  did you really strip naked at school?"

   "Yes Rob, I really did.  It seems alomst like a dream to me now, but I
really did it.  And it was a huge rush!  Thank God nobody caught me though.
The thing was, I have been so turned all day since then.  I had to pull the
skirt of my dress up every time I sat down in case I leaked on to it, and
the feel of the chairs against my bare bum kept me aroused.  I had to ...."
Her voice tailed off.

   "You had to what?" I asked.

   Jo blushed.  "I had to go to the girls' room and ...  you know ...  get
myself off ...  twice!"

   "Oh my God!" I exclaimed.  "I am a bit pissed off that Tom cornered you
alone without me being there, but I'm glad you made him go away before you
had your adventure.  And I can see you got a thrill from it." A thought
struck me: "Are you still bare under your dress?"

   "Of course I am!  Tom took my underwear, I told you!"

   With that I pushed Jo back into the bandstand and started kissing her.
She moaned into my mouth and caught her breath as I reached under her skirt
and felt between her legs.  True to her word, she was still wet, and I met
no resistance as I pushed two fingers up inside her.  Jo almost immediately
spasmed and held on to me as if her life depended on it!  By this time I
was as hard as a rock myself.  Jo took mercy and undid my trousers.  She
pulled out my dick and started masturbating me.  I was already pretty close
after Jo's amazing story and her own orgasm, and I soon came hard, shooting
across the floor of the bandstand.  The final dribbles leaked down on to
Jo's hand.

   "We should give Tom a call", Jo said.  "I want my cash ...  and my
underwear back!"



   Brighton Rocks 5

   Jo called Tom from her mobile phone and, of course, he demanded a
detailed description of what had happened after he left her at school.  He
asked how she felt about what she had done.

   "You were right", she said, "It was a thrill!  Terrifying but thrilling
at the same time if that makes any sense.  But I am pissed off with you for
taking my underwear after promising that you would leave all my clothes by
the door".

   "I said no such thing Jo," Tom replied sternly.  "I promised to leave
your gym kit by the door, I never said anything about leaving all your
clothing there.  Your underwear is not part of your gym kit."

   "Oh...".  Jo thought back and, damn him, Tom was right.  She should have
listened more carefully, but she wasn't thinking straight at the time....

   I grabbed the phone from her.  "Tom", I said, "Listen.  I appreciate
that you are paying for these 'tasks' and that Jo is free to do them or
not, but please don't do anything else without me being there.  OK?"

   "Sure.  I understand Rob.  Actually I am going away for a few days, but
why don't we all get together on Saturday.  There's a great BoHo market
coming to Lewes at the weekend; a lot of bohemian clothing and jewellery
and so on.  There should be some good stalls and a young, fun crowd.  Have
you been before?"

   "No," I replied.  "I'll talk to Jo about it and we'll give you a call."

   "Excellent!" Tom said, "Tell Jo I am really proud of her".  And then he
hung up.

   I was dubious about meeting with Tom again.  Things seemed to be moving
a little fast and I could feel our control of the situation slipping away.
However, we realised that we had forgotten to arrange collection of Jo's
underwear and tennis shoes ...  and the money, so resigned ourselves to
seeing Tom again on Saturday.

   _______________

   On Friday evening, Jo and I called Tom and it was agreed that he would
pick us up near the Palace Pier in Brighton the following morning at 10am.
It was a hot day and Jo wore a white T-shirt with a smily face on the
front, denim cut-offs and a pair of flip-flops.  We saw Tom's Range Rover
pull up and headed over, both climbing into the back.

   After exchanging greetings, Tom asked how our week had been.

   "Fine thanks", I replied, "Just school, homework ...  you know."

   "How about you Jo?"

   "Same really; except that because you still had my tennis shoes I ended
up having to do my sports lesson barefoot again; cross-country practice
this time.  And I got a punishment for 'forgetting' them a second time."

   "Sorry to hear that Jo", Tom replied, but didn't sound very sincere to
me.  "What was your punishment?"

   "My sports teacher said that since I seemed to prefer being barefoot, I
should spend the rest of the day like that; she said maybe it would help
improve my memory.  Anyway, I didn't care; I think I prefer it.  And my
cross-country time was actually a little faster than usual!"

   "A second Zola Budd maybe?!" Tom joked.

   "You may laugh, but you never know!"

   "I'm sorry Jo, I'm sure you're right.  Your tennis shoes, socks and
underwear are in the back of the car, and ...  here ...  the money I owe
you for the other day".  Tom pulled his wallet from his pocket and handed
over the crisp notes.

   "Thanks Tom.  We're gonna go on holiday!" she chanted.

   ____________________

   Lewes is an old Sussex town about half an hour's drive from Brighton. 
It's not large, but has some interesting little streets and a lot of
antique shops.  We parked and made our way through growing crowds to the
main high street, which had been closed to traffic for the market.  Stalls
were squeezed in all over the place, with fabrics, clothing, accessories,
'antiques', food, drink and other goods stacked high.  Music played from
speakers, and there was a party atmosphere.

   "I've never been to Lewes before", Jo said, wide-eyed.

   "I came here once, years ago, with my parents", I added.  "They were
looking for a dining room table.  Dull ...  very dull!"

   "It's not dull today!"

   We made our way past the stalls, and Jo quickly became absorbed by the
clothes.

   "Look at that!" she exclaimed, picking up a beautiful cream coloured,
floaty dress.  It was made of raw silk, and had thin spaghetti straps over
the shoulders.  There were tiny buttons down the front to the waist.  "It
weighs nothing.  But look at the price!"

   The dress was æ<¢120, way beyond our budget.

   "If you really love it Jo, I would happy to buy it for you ...  if, of
course, you are prepared to earn it", Tom suggested.

   "Uh oh!" Jo replied, "why do I get the feeling that I'm not going to
like this?!"

   "On the contrary, I think you will like it very much", Tom responded
smugly.  "Haven't you enjoyed everything you've done so far?"

   "Well ...  not 'enjoyed' as such but ...  I can't deny it's been
exciting.  What would I have to do?"

   "Just try the dress on", said Tom.

   "And...?"

   "And nothing, for the moment".

   "OOOk.  Sounds simple enough.  Is there a changing area behind the
stall?" Jo asked.

   "You need to try the dress on here, Jo," Tom stated.

   "You mean in full view of everybody?!" Jo asked.

   "Yes."

   Jo gulped.  She looked at the gossamer garment in her hands, and then
looked at me.  I shrugged: "It's up to you sweetie." I felt pretty
conflicted about this; part of me was desperate for Jo to refuse - she was
MINE!  - but part of me wanted to see her exposed in public ...  for which
I felt a bit guilty.

   "I really love it." Jo bit her lip and looked around her.  There were
hundreds of people milling slowly about, mostly teenagers, but also
families and some older couples.

   A look of determination came into Jo's eyes.  "Rob, could you hold this
for me for a moment?" she said, handing me the dress.  Then, crossing her
arms she gripped the hem of her T-shirt.  She lifted it quickly up and over
her head and clamped it between her knees.  She reached for the dress, but
Tom stopped her: "Hold on a moment Jo.  You can't wear a bra with that
dress, it'll show through and spoil the look of those delicate the straps."

   "I can't take my bra off in front of all these people," Jo whispered
fiercely, crossing her arms over her chest.

   "You can Jo.  You can do this."

   "I'll stand in front of you Jo; if you're quick, I doubt anyone will
really notice," I said.  What was I doing?!

   Some people nearby were starting to glance in our direction, but most
paid no attention.

   "You'd better make your mind up soon Jo; the longer you stand there like
that, the more people are going to notice you", Tom pointed out.

   Jo handed me her T-shirt.  "Oh, what the hell!" she said under her
breath, and reached behind her back.  She closed her eyes and undid the
catch on her bra.  She paused for a moment and then slipped it down her
arms, revealing her breasts in the bright sunshine.  I tried to shield Jo
as best I could, and handed the dress to her, but several passers-by did
double-takes.

   "Bloody hell!", said a guy in his late twenties.

   "Beautiful!" commented a auburn-haired girl in a peasant skirt and
halter top, "You go girl!"

   Jo flushed red, passed me her bra and grabbed the dress.  But she had
forgotten that there were buttons down the front that had to be undone
before she could slip the garment on.  She fumbled at the buttons with
shaking fingers, carefully avoiding eye-contact with anyone.

   A wolf-whistle came from a teenager nearby.  I turned and saw him
grinning at Joe's chest.  My beautiful girlfriend was on display, and her
delicate pink nipples were standing out under the scrutiny.  An older lady
noticed Jo and quickly dragged her husband away, muttering under her
breath. Jo eventually managed to get the buttons undone and pulled the
dress over her head.  She buttoned it up and turned, trembling slightly, to
admire herself in a nearby mirror.  We all noticed right away that her
nipples showed quite clearly through the silk; even their pinkness was
evident.  But she looked stunning, almost ethereal, in the dress.  It fell
to just above her knees and showed off her slim figure beautifully.

   The stallholder, a dark-haired girl with a nose stud and multiple ear
piercings, came over.  "That was quite a show!  You look gorgeous in that
dress but ...  if you don't mind my saying ...  your shorts are messing up
the effect".

   We all looked down and saw that the girl was right: Jo's shorts created
lumps and bumps in the thin fabric of the dress.

   "You're right," Tom said.  "Jo - take off the shorts!"

   The stallholder glanced at Tom and then at me and Jo.  She had realised
there was some sort of game going on here, and was only too happy to join
the fun.

   "Let me help you," she said, and before Jo could say a word the girl
bent down in front of her and reached under the skirt of the dress.  Jo was
so stunned that she made no move to prevent the girl undoing her shorts and
tugging them down Jo's legs.  Jo instinctively lifted her feet from her
flip-flops so the shorts could be taken completely off.

   Standing up again, the stallholder turned Jo back towards the mirror.

   "Hmm, better, but the dark knickers still show through." It was true;
Jo's black knickers were plainly visible under the thin cloth.  Almost
trance-like, Jo started to reach under the hem of her dress.

   "Jo...," I blurted, "you're not...".  But she was!  Jo grasped the sides
of her knickers under the dress and pulled them down around her ankles. 
She stepped out of them and picked them up.  I hurriedly took them from her
and put them in my pocket.  Jo looked gorgeous: her shoulders bare except
for the thin straps; the swell of her breasts and points of her nipples
pressing against the fabric; the way the silk skimmed the soft curve of her
tummy and highlighted her hips, before falling away to her knees.  I felt
love and pride swell in my chest and couldn't resist hugging Jo to me.  She
kissed me and asked, "Are you alright with this?"

   "Yes," I whispered back.  "You look stunning."

   "Thank you," she grinned, and stepped back after another peck.

   "If you two have finished," Tom interrupted, "I've paid for the dress
and we can carry on browsing!"

   "Thank you Tom, I love it," Jo exclaimed, and hurriedly gave him a peck
on the cheek.

   I couldn't help noticing that, when the sun was behind her, the outline
of Jo's bare body was clearly visible under the dress.  Many other people
realised too, and Jo received a lot of admiring ...  and lustful ... 
glances.

   "How do you feel Jo?" Tom asked, as we walked along.

   "Absolutely great!" she replied.  "This dress is so light, it's almost
like walking around naked!  It's so comfortable ...  and sexy!"

   "You're right about that," Tom said.  "Have you noticed the looks you're
getting?"

   "I have," Jo said, and looked at me a little guiltily.

   "Don't worry sweetheart, I'm cool with it.  I'm really proud that you're
my girlfriend."

   "Ohh, I love you," Jo gushed and tucked herself under my arm.  I rested
my hand on her warm shoulder and then ran my hand down her side.  It was
wonderful feeling her soft body all the way down without interruption from
bra straps and knickers.  If anything the silk increased the sensation of
her skin against my hand.  I briefly fanatasised about tearing the dress
off her and screwing her there and then in the middle of the road!

   Tom broke my reverie when he suggested an ice-cream.

   "Yay!", Jo said excitedly, dancing up and down.  I ...  and a number of
other nearby guys (and a couple of girls I think) ...  were mesmerised by
the sight of Jo's breasts bobbing unhindered under her dress.  I wonder if
she realised what a show she was giving.

   "OK," said Tom.  "Here's the thing."

   "Uh, oh!" I thought.

   "Jo, I would like you to go and buy three ice-creams, but ...  I want
you to undo half the buttons on your dress first!  I will pay you æ<¢10 for
doing so."

   Jo looked down and realised that this would mean opening the dress to
her sternum and exposing the sides of her boobs.  Nothing too indecent, so
long as she didn't lean forwards.

   "OK, I'll do it!" she exclaimed, and she started unbuttoning.  Tom
handed her the cash, and she headed towards an ice-cream stall.  The man
behind the counter somehow managed to serve her without once looking up
from Jo's chest.  You could almost see him licking his lips.

   Tom and I couldn't help laughing as Jo returned, and she joined in when
she realised what had amused us.

   "Men are so easy!" Jo quipped.  I think she was beginning to realise the
power her body had over us.

   We wandered on, licking our ice-creams, when Tom said, "Jo, how would
you feel about undoing the rest of the buttons on your dress, down to your
waist?"

   "I don't know Tom, I'm already showing a lot."

   "It's a pretty relaxed crowd here; I don't think anyone will mind. 
Besides, you'll still be covered."

   Jo and I looked at each other and I could tell she was pretty turned on
by the idea.  I gave her a small nod, and the corners of her mouth turned
up in a smile.  Still looking me straight in the eye, she slowly unfastened
the remaining buttons on her dress.  A widening 'V' revealed the creamy
skin of her chest all the way down to her belly button.  Her breasts were
still covered, but only because she was standing upright.  I felt myself
get hard.

   We passed a jewellery stall, and Jo ambled over for a closer look.  The
good looking guy on the stall was in his early twenties and he positively
devoured Jo with his eyes.  He suggested that a silver pendant on a thin,
black leather thong would suit her, and held it towards her.  Jo leaned
forward to reach it, and the top of her dress fell away revealing her
breasts to the stallholder.  He grinned and looked speechless as he gazed
at her boobs, which hung free in front of him.

   "Beautiful," Jo said.

   "I couldn't agree more," said the man, and Jo gave him a winning smile.
She knew exactly what she was doing, the little hussy!  I felt proud and
terrified at the same time.  I wanted to hide her away, but also got a
vicarious thrill from another bloke looking at her with such desire and
appreciation.

   "You can have the pendant for nothing," the stallholder said.  "It
belongs with a beautiful girl like you!"

   "Thank you," Jo replied, "I love it."

   "Would you like to get together for a drink or something later?" he
asked.

   "No, she wouldn't," I interrupted, and Jo added with a grin, "I don't
think my boyfriend would like that!"

   "Oh sorry ...  I didn't realise ...." he said.

   "No worries," Jo said.

   "You can still have the pendant for free," the man said, but clearly
disappointed.

   "Thank you; really, I appreciate it," Jo replied.  And then, to my
astonishment, she gently pulled one side of her dress to the side a little,
revealing the whole of her breast to the guy.

   He grinned and said, "Thanks gorgeous, you've made my day!"

   Without even pausing to think what I was doing, I grabbed Jo by the
wrist and dragged her away.

   "Ow!" she shouted, "Rob!"

   "Rob, let her go," Tom said sternly, taking hold of my arm in an iron
grip.  "Grow up!"

   I pulled roughly away from Tom and glared at him, and then at Jo.  The
sight of her rubbing her wrist with tears in her eyes melted my heart.

   "I'm sorry, I ...".

   "Forget it," Jo said, but she looked hurt.  We walked on in silence,
until Jo suddenly stopped, slipped off her flip-flops and, without being
asked, handed them to Tom.

   "That's better," she said, but I felt that there was a sub-text to her
actions.

   "Watch where you're stepping Jo," Tom warned.

   "Yes mother," she replied and, for the first time since the incident at
the stall, she smiled again.  "These cobbles feel great, like having a foot
massage as I walk!"



   Brighton Rocks 6

   Jo now walked beside us barefoot, dressed in nothing by her flimsy
dress, open to the waist.  Her blonde hair fell down her back and she
seemed to buzz with energy.  I felt that handing her flip-flops over to Tom
without him even asking was a sign that she was asserting her independence
from me.  It felt bad.  I felt bad.  I had let jealousy get the better of
me and ended up pushing Jo away.  Trying to make it up, I reached out for
her hand.  She glanced at me, and then took it.  That was better.

   "I think we should make our way back to the car now," Tom declared.

   "Fine by me," I replied, and Jo nodded her agreement.

   We turned into the quiet side road where the car was parked, and Tom
stopped.

   "Jo," he said, "you have been fantastic today.  I want to give you a
final opportunity to earn some cash before we leave.  But it is entirely up
to you whether you choose to do this."

   "I'm listening," Jo replied.

   So was I, and I was determined to bite my tongue this time and keep
myself under control.

   "You remember that the car is parked about 100 yards up this road Jo. 
Rob and I are going to leave you here and go and get in the car.  If you
would like to earn æ<¢100, a pound for every yard, I want you to take off
your dress after we have reached the car, and then walk slowly along until
you reach us.  Then climb into the back and we'll leave.  OK?  If you don't
want to do this, that's fine.  Just leave the dress on and come and join
us. But I think your confidence has increased a lot today and I believe
you'll regret it if you don't take a naked stroll this afternoon.  There's
nobody about on this road, so you should be fine."

   "Let me think about it Tom." She looked at me, but I said nothing. 
Whatever she chose to do, I would respect her decision.

   "Come on Rob," Tom called.

   "I love you Jo," I said to her.

   "I know," she replied, and we turned and walked away, leaving Jo
standing barefoot on the pavement in her thin silk dress.  When I looked
back, she was still standing there looking towards us, indecision written
over her face.  Was she really going to do this, strip naked and walk along
a public road in broad daylight?

   Tom and I reached the car and we got in the front.  Through the
windscreen, we could just see Jo.  She was biting her bottom lip and
looking around her.  I could imagine what was going through her head.  This
was escalating things to whole different level.  In an instant of
resolution, Jo reached down and lifted the dress up.  I watched as her
thighs came into view, then her wispy, blonde pubic hair, her tummy, her
breasts ...  finally she pulled the garment over her head and started
walking in our direction, carefully placing one bare foot in front of the
other.  I didn't think I had ever seen anything sexier.  Jo looked like an
angel, her head held high, her boobs swaying, her nipples visibly erect.

   And then her expression changed ...  to one of absolute shock and
horror. A girl with long dark hair had emerged from the front door of a
nearby cottage, and headed towards Jo.  I saw Jo clasp her dress over her
pussy, and cover her breasts with her other arm.  Then she clearly thought
again, and quickly pulled the dress over her head as the other girl reached
her and took hold of her hands.  I jumped out of the car and started
running towards them.  As I did so, I realised why Jo had reacted the way
she had; the girl with the long hair was Emily, one of Jo's best friends
from her school.  No wonder Jo looked shocked!

   Now Jo is a really pretty girl, but I have to say that Emily is nothing
short of a perfect 10!  She is an inch or so taller than Jo, at about 5'
8"; she has big, liquid brown eyes; long, dark brown, straight hair; long
legs; an elegant neck; a big, beautiful smile with even, white teeth.  An
absolute stunner!  Her breasts are a little larger than Jo's, a C cup I
would guess, but looked bigger on her slender frame.  She was dressed with
effortless style in a long vest top with a rock band design on it, over
black leggings and with trendy, black gladiator sandals on her feet.  A
silver bangle completed the look.

   As I approached them I heard Jo pleading with Emily: "Please don't tell
anyone Em, please!"

   "OK, I won't," Emily replied, "but I don't understand what ...  why ...?
Why are you walking through Lewes stark naked?!"

   "Hi Emily," I called.

   "Rob!  Do you know about this?  What's got into Jo?"

   "Why don't you come with us Emily.  We'll explain in the car.  What are
you doing here anyway?" I asked.

   "I was visiting my grandmother," Emily replied.  "But come on, I want to
know what this is all about!"

   I lead the girls back to Tom's car.  Tom was grinning through the
windscreen.  I bet he loved this!  Emily followed Jo into the back of the
car, and I climbed into the front.

   "Hi, I'm Tom.  And you are...?"

   "Um, Emily," Em replied.  "I go to school with Jo."

   "It's good to meet you Emily."

   "Um, sure.  So, like, what's with the nudity Jo?"

   Jo slowly and hesitantly explained to Emily what had happened since the
previous weekend.  Emily's mouth literally dropped open when she heard
about Jo's escapade in the art block at school.

   "Oh ...  my ...  God!" she exclaimed, "Jo - you are deranged!"

   Jo grinned at her.  "I know, but Em ...  it was such a blast!"

   "Can you imagine Mrs Evans' face if she'd caught you?"

   "Don't!" replied Jo, "it makes my blood run cold just thinking about it!
You won't tell anyone, will you Em?"

   "No, I promise."

   "Not even Dan?" Jo asked.  Dan was Emily's sickeningly good looking,
rugby playing boyfriend.

   "Definitely not Dan," Emily replied, "...  we split up."

   "Oh my God, why?" Jo asked.

   "Because I wouldn't have sex with him.  He called me ...  a frigid
bitch."

   "Oh Em.  Good riddance.  I'm really sorry though."

   I wasn't!  I never liked Dan.  He went to my school and had always had a
mean streak.  And, OK, I admit I was jealous that he got to go out with the
most beautiful girl around.  Jealousy again....  I would have to watch
that. So, Emily was probably still a virgin then....

   "Listen," said Tom, "why don't we give you a lift back to Brighton,
Emily.  In fact, why don't we all go to the cinema there to cheer you up?"

   "Excellent!" Jo clapped her hands.  "But can I get changed back into my
other clothes now?  I want to save this dress for special occasions."

   "Of course you can Jo," Tom replied, and we passed her the various bits
of clothing she had discarded earlier: T-shirt, underwear, shorts,
flip-flops.

   "Um, Em ...  would you mind turning the other way please?"

   "Don't be ridiculous Jo!" Emily replied with a laugh, "I just saw you
walking naked down my grandmother's road!"

   Jo giggled too.  "I guess you're right.  No point in false modesty"; and
she lifted the dress over her head.

   "You've got a great bod," Emily commented, looking Jo up and down.  She
observed that Jo's pubic hair and the top of her thighs were damp.  Then
she blushed, "Sorry ...  I didn't mean ...  like, I don't fancy you or
anything...."

   "Thanks Em.  Don't worry, I know you're not a lesbo!" Jo said, pulling
on her knickers and then replacing her bra.  She pulled her shorts up her
legs and then her T-shirt over her head.  She didn't bother with the flips.

   "Um, how does it make you feel Jo?  You know, being naked and
everything...?" Emily asked.

   Tom and I listened with interest from the front seats.  I think the
girls had almost forgotten we were there.

   "It's bizarre Em," Jo said.  "If you had told me I would be doing these
things a week or so ago, I would have said you were mad.  There is no way I
would have even dreamed of being so daring.  But little bit by little bit I
am kind of getting used to it.  I have to say, it still scares me silly,
but it also feels ...  empowering.  It makes me feel strong and confident
...  until I bumped into you that is.  God, I got such a shock!"

   "Me too!  Um, Jo ...  does it, like ...  you know ....?"

   "What?" Jo asked.

   "Does it ...  turn you on?"

   Jo hesitated, and then said, "Yes Em, it does.  To be honest, it makes
me really horny!"

   Both girls dissolved into giggles.

   "I still can't believe it," Em repeated.  "I can't imagine how I would
feel.  It just seems like my worst nightmare.  I don't even like getting
changed for gym.  People always seem to stare at me even with all my
clothes on, so I can only guess what it would be like if I was nude."

   "That's because you are a total babe!" Jo said.  "And I'm not a lesbian
either!" It was true that Emily seemed blissfully unaware of her gorgeous
looks: she was down-to-earth, unaffected and just a really sweet girl.

   Tom parked the car and turned in his seat.

   "You know Emily, if you wanted to know how it feels to be undressed in a
public place, we could help you", he said.

   Emily literally gulped.  "No way Tom.  Sorry, this is not for me.  I
respect Jo's decision to do it - she's far braver than I ever could be -
but I would rather die than strip in front of anyone."

   "Poor Dan", I thought, "Hee, hee!"

   "Nobody's going to force you to do anything Emily, don't worry.  But I
couldn't help noticing your fascination when Jo was telling you all about
it."

   "I'm good thanks," Emily retorted, but I too detected something there.

   "Let's go and get the tickets," Tom said, changing the subject.



   Brighton Rocks 7

   Jo put her flip flops on and we climbed out of the car.�

   "Do you need those on Jo?" Tom asked.

   "I guess not," Jo replied and slipped her feet out of the flips before
throwing them into the back of the car.

   "Aren't you worried about stepping on glass?" Emily asked.

   "Nah!" Jo replied.  "Look around; do you see piles of glass all over the
place?!  I just need to watch where I step.  Anyway, what's the worst
that's gonna happen?"

   "Cool, I guess," Emily said, and we headed for the cinema.

   There were six different films on and we chose a romantic comedy.  Tom
went off to buy the tickets.

   "He's a bit of a hunk, isn't he?" Emily said.

   "Tom, you mean?" Jo replied.

   "Of course Tom!"

   "Yeah ...  he is.  If you like the tall, dark, handsome ones!"

   "Hey, what am I, invisible?!" I cut in.

   "Ahhh, don't worry, you're gorgeous too," Jo said, and gave me a kiss.

   Tom returned with the tickets and we walked over to Screen 2.  The kid
checking tickets on the door looked at Jo's feet and said, "Too hot for
shoes huh?!"

   "You bet!" she replied with a grin.

   We headed into the auditorium.  There weren't many people there; not
surprising on a warm, muggy day by the seaside.  We sat towards the back on
one side; me, then Jo, then Emily, then Tom.�

   "The carpet's wet and sticky," Jo exclaimed." Someone must have tipped a
coke over.  Yuk!"

   "You wanted to go barefoot," Emily retorted, and Jo stuck her tongue out
at her.

   As the lights went down and the ads started, I saw Tom lean over and
whisper to Emily.  She giggled and then turned to Jo.

   "Jo."

   "Yes Em?"

   "Tom said you should hand me your T-shirt."

   Jo rolled her eyes and sunk down a bit in her seat.  She pulled her
T-shirt over her head and handed it to Emily, who passed it on to Tom.  Jo
sat there in just her tiny shorts and bra.  I slipped my hand into hers and
we settled back.  A while later, I noticed Tom whispering to Emily again.
Once more she leaned over to Jo.  Jo shook her head and Emily whispered
some more.  Then Jo pulled her hand out of mine and unbuttoned her denim
shorts, then pulled them down her legs.  She passed them to Emily who again
gave them to Tom.  I rested my hand on Jo's bare thigh, and stroked her
gently.

   The film had been on for about half an hour when I felt Jo moving once
again; I turned towards her, and saw her lean forwards with her back
straight.  To my surprise, I saw Emily undo Jo's bra, which Jo then slipped
off down her arms.  Jo was now sitting topless in the cinema.  I could see
the light from the film reflected on her breasts and perky nips.  Emily
seemed more interested in looking at her too, than watching the film.  I
put my hand back on Jo's thigh and, this time, slid it up between her legs.
Her knickers were so wet that I thought she must have had an accident!  As
I touched her through her panties, Jo stiffened but didn't resist; she
pressed upwards against my hand.  Her eyes were closed and Emily was
staring with her lips slightly parted.

   Once more Emily whispered in Jo's ear and, without hesitation, Jo pulled
her knickers down and kicked them off her feet.  Emily retrieved them for
Tom.  Jo was now naked in the cinema and in a state of high arousal judging
by the silhouette of her rock-hard nipples and the smell of sex coming from
her.  I replaced my hand between Jo's legs and felt the hot slickness of
her.  I turned and kissed her deeply, and felt Jo grab my hand and pull it
harder against her clit.  I couldn't get out of my head that Jo was naked
in here.  As I sat back a bit to take in the sight of her, I noticed that
Jo was holding Emily's hand.  Jo pulled it across and rested it on her
right thigh.  I gently rubbed her wet labia and pushed a finger up inside
her.  She was moaning and writhing in her seat.

   Tom, who had been watching this unfold intently, whispered in Emily's
ear, and Emily very slowly reached down and tentatively touched Jo between
the legs.  I could feel her hand next to mine, stroking gently.  I couldn't
believe what I was seeing; my straight girlfriend was getting off with her
straight friend's fingers on her pussy.  This was right out of a wet dream!
It was also as much as Jo could take and she shuddered with an orgasm. 
Emily and I both felt a flood of warm liquid run over our fingers.  What a
turn-on!  We sat back, and Jo half reclined in her seat, eyes closed and a
beautific smile on her face.  Emily looked shocked.  I was as horny as all
hell!  None of us had any idea what the film was like.  Shortly before it
finished, I saw Tom pass Jo's shorts and T-shirt across to her.  She put
them on when she realised that was all she was getting.

   As we walked out of the auditorium, Jo held on to my arm tightly and
Emily still looked stunned at what had happened.  Our attention was soon
diverted, however, as we reached the outside doors and realised that a
massive summer storm had kicked off while we had been watching the film. 
Rain was lashing down like a monsoon.

   "Let's make a run for it," Tom said, "the parking meter runs out in just
a couple of minutes.

   "I'm up for it!" Jo said, with a sparkle in her eyes.  "Em?"

   "My sandals will be ruined," Emily replied.

   "Take them off stupid!" Jo suggested.

   Emily hesitated.  "Why not?!" She went down on one knee and started
unbuckling a sandal.  She pulled it off and worked on the other one.  Even
her feet were beautiful, with high arches and delicate, straight toes
tipped with red-painted nails.  Emily stood up with her sandals under one
arm and reached for Jo's hand with her own.  Then the two of them dashed
out of the door into the rain, squealing and shrieking at the tops of their
voices.  Umbrella-wielding passers-by turned and smiled at the youthful
fun. It was quite a sight as Tom and I ran after them; these two gorgeous
teenage girls running barefoot through the puddles, getting completely
soaked, but with huge grins on their faces.

   We made it to the car just behind the girls; they were hugging each
other and jumping up and down.  Emily's black bra was clearly visible
through her vest top, and water was streaming down her face, arms and legs.
Jo had no bra on, so her breasts were plainly visible through her T-shirt,
and bouncing as she jumped.  Tom opened the tailgate of the Range Rover and
took out a large golfing umbrella which he held over us all.

   "Jo," he said, "I think you should get out of those wet clothes.  Throw
them in the back here; you too Emily if you would like to be more
comfortable.  I've got some beach towels that you can both use."

   My throat went dry; was I going to get to see Emily strip off?

   "I will if you will Em," Jo said.

   Emily actually gave it some thought, but replied, "I'm sorry guys, I
just can't.  But you do it Jo; I know you want to!"

   "You just want to see me naked again!"

   "I do not!" Emily responded in mock indignation.  "Anyway, it's not as
if you're modestly covered now, is it?  You look as though you've just won
a wet T-shirt competition!"

   Jo looked down and laughed.  Then she checked the street was clear
before whipping her top over her head and throwing it in the back of the
car.  Her shorts followed and then she stood back out in the rain, staring
at each of us in turn.  Rivulets of water ran down her breasts and stomach,
drops hung and then fell from her nipples.  This was the first time that
Tom and Emily had got a good close-up look at Jo's completely naked body in
reasonable light, and we all devoured every inch of her.  Her labia were
still quite red from our session in the cinema and they hung down slightly
from her soaking pubic hair.  Jo made no move to cover up; she knew she
looked stunning and my heart thrilled to the sight of her, and filled with
pride that the other two appreciated her beauty.  Jo herself knew exactly
the effect she was having ...  and she was loving it!

   "Show's over kiddies!" she said with a slight shiver and smug look on
her face, then she grabbed a towel from the car and wrapped it round her.
She threw another one to Emily and we all climbed into the car.  Tom set
off as the girls dried themselves, Jo very easily since she was bare, Emily
with less success.  They laughed and giggled together throughout.

   "You are such an exhibitionist Jo!" Emily said.

   "And what are you Em?  Don't forget, you just helped get me off in the
cinema!" she replied.



   Brighton Rocks 8

   The girls fell silent and Tom suggested dropping us off at Emily's
house; Jo and I could dry off properly and sort ourselves out, and then
easily catch a bus home from near there.

   "You can throw your wet stuff in the heater dryer," Emily suggested. 
She explained that her parents were up in London for the evening, and her
older brother was staying over at his girlfriend's place, so we wouldn't be
disturbed.

   "Who would like a hot drink on the way?" Tom asked.

   We all agreed enthusiastically, since - except for Jo - we were all
still pretty damp.  Perhaps she had the right idea after all!  Tom pulled
into the car park in front of a MacDonalds.

   "Jo, would you do the honours please?" he asked, passing her a æ<¢20
note.  "You can keep the change...".

   "What ...  dressed in a towel?!" Jo replied.

   "Unless you want to slip it off first!" Tom suggested.

   "What do you think Rob?" Jo asked.

   "Sweetheart, after what you've already done today I don't know why
you're even asking!"

   "Go for it!" Em shouted, clapping her hands.

   "I don't see you volunteering", Jo retorted.

   "Tom asked you Jo.  Go on, you know you'll love it!  You're completely
covered up anyway."

   "Only just," Jo said.  The towel was wrapped around her body just under
her arms and tucked in at the front to hold it up.  It fell to mid-thigh.
In many ways it was less revealing than the silk dress she had worn, but on
the other hand ...  it was just a towel!

   "I'm gonna get all wet again", Jo complained, and I wondered whether she
realised the double meaning of her words.  In any case, it seemed that she
was going to go through with this.  "What does everybody want?"

   "That's my girl!" said Emily, "I really admire your guts.  Hot chocolate
please."

   Tom and I asked for coffee, and Jo plucked the note from Tom's hand and
pushed open the car door.  She hesitated for a moment and then got out,
stepping straight into a deep puddle.  Had Tom parked there deliberately?!

   "Oh, it's cold!, Jo exclaimed; I guess she had grown used to the warm
car.  She padded off across the car park.  We watched her head for the
glass doors, her bare feet splashing along.  She looked beautiful, with the
bright colours of the towel contrasting with her pale shoulders and legs.
Inside the restaurant, a few people looked Jo up and down but, hey, this
was Brighton and nobody seemed overly surprised to see a girl walk in from
the rain dressed in only a beach towel.  I suppose they assumed she had a
swimming costume on underneath.  If only they knew!

   We could see Jo ordering and paying at the counter, and then she picked
up one of those cardboard trays with the drinks sitting in the slots.  She
turned and headed back in our direction.  She reached the door at the same
time as a couple of businessmen who were just going in.  One of them
gallantly held the door open for Jo, but as she brushed past him her towel
came undone and began to slip down.  I saw Jo's eyes go wide and she tried
to grip the towel with her upper arms.  But too late; the towel had already
fallen below her breasts, which we now on display to the two men.  Their
eyebrows shot up, and big, silly grins spread across their faces.  Must
have made their day!  Jo looked horrified and started to run back to the
car, with the businessmen staring after her.  She couldn't run and hold the
drinks, the change and the towel, though, which fell completely off her
just as she reached us.  Many of the customers in the MacDonalds had
noticed Jo's display, and faces were pressed up against the windows!  Some
were clearly applauding; others looked dumb-struck.

   Emily opened the back door for Jo and she jumped in, once again soaking
wet and bare naked.

   "Oh f**k!" she shrieked.  "Tom, get us out of here!"

   "I will Jo, just as soon as you get the towel."

   "Oh, you have got to be kidding."

   "Nope!" Tom replied smugly.

   She thrust the cardboard tray at Emily and opened the door.  Since the
Range Rover was high off the ground, she had to step right out to reach the
towel on the ground.  As she bent over, we had a view between her legs so
clear that it would have pleased a gynaecologist!  Her pink labia were
slightly parted, revealing the opening of her vagina.  Above that, her
little puckered anus seemed to wink at us.  Jo was so focused on the towel
that I honestly don't think she realised what she had done until she turned
around and saw our gaping mouths.  She flushed red and jumped back in the
car, slamming the door behind her.

   "I hope you enjoyed that," she shouted.  She looked fiercely at each of
us, but I couldn't help a snort of laughter escaping.  Jo's mouth cracked
into a smile, and then she, Emily and Tom all burst out laughing.  I think
it was partly a relief from tension, but we couldn't stop.

   "Did you see the look on the faces of those two middle-aged
businessmen," Jo said, gasping for breath.  And we all dissolved again.

   We were soon pulling up outside Emily's house.  Tom turned to Jo and
said, "Jo, you have been a star today.  You didn't quite complete your
naked walk back to the car in Lewes, but you more than made up for it at
the cinema and at MacDonald's, so here's your æ<¢100.  You deserve it!"

   "Amen to that," Emily said, "Come on, let's go in."

   "Give me a call soon," Tom suggested, "I am arranging something very
special for next weekend, and I am really hoping for your participation
Jo."

   "What is it?" Jo asked, looking worried and intrigued at the same time.

   "That would spoil the surprise!" Tom replied.  "You'll just have to
trust me on it."

   "We'll see," I said.  "Bye Tom."

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   We walked through the front door of Emily's house, and I pulled off my
shoes.  Emily bent down and took off her sandals, and Jo dropped her damp
towel in a heap.

   "Come on through to the laundry room," Emily said, "and bring that wet
towel Jo, you slob!"

   In the laundry room, Jo dumped the towel in the dryer.

   "You'd better put your wet clothes in Rob," Emily said.

   I peeled off my socks, jeans and T-shirt, leaving me in my blue boxer
shorts.

   Go through to the lounge and I'll bring some robes.

   Several minutes later, Emily reappeared in a white towelling robe and
slippers, her long damp hair brushed back.  She had two more robes, which
she passed to me and Jo.  We sat down and started reliving the events of
the day.  The girls fell silent when we reached the events that took place
in the cinema.

   "I'm sorry about that," Emily said, "I got carried away, I didn't mean
to ...  touch you ...  and stuff.  It's not going to make things difficult
between us is it?"

   "No Em," Jo reassured her.  "We were all a bit carried away.  I can't
explain it, but I get so horny when I'm ...  persuaded to strip in public.
I don't want to do it; it really scares me, but at the same time I get a
real high.  I think there must be something wrong with me.  You just got
caught up in the moment.  Anyway ...  I ...  enjoyed it."

   Emily looked embarrassed.  "I hope you don't think I'm gay.  I'm sure
I'm not.  Well, at least, I was sure.  No, I am sure; I definitely like
boys.  I think I'm just a bit overwhelmed by everything at the moment.  And
maybe confused after splitting up with Dan."

   "Well I'm not gay either Em but, like I said, I loved the attention from
you and Rob at the same time; it was a rush.  It pushed me over the edge.
Maybe we're bi-", and Jo giggled.

   I stayed quiet; this was girl-talk, not something us males are normally
privy to; and I was fascinated.  I loved Jo, but it didn't stop me fancying
Emily something chronic!  Just the thought of the two of them ... 
together, gave me a hard-on!

   Emily bit her lip and looked thoughtful.  "I don't know...".

   "Well, let's not worry about it.  Just enjoy the moment!"

   "So, are you going to call Tom back about next weekend?" Emily asked.

   "You know you'll probably end up naked again, don't you Jo?" I put in.

   "How do you feel about it Rob; you've been awfully quiet.  What's it
like seeing your girlfriend undressed in front of other people?"

   Now it was my turn to be put on the spot.  "I don't know, Em", I replied
lamely.  I felt a bond with Emily now - we had, after all, given Jo an
orgasm together, which is kind of intimate!  I decided to open my heart to
them.

   "I feel really confused," I began.  "I love Jo very much; we have a
special connection and part of me is yelling that she ought to be for my
eyes only.  I don't want anyone else seeing her without her clothes on. 
But I have to admit that another part of me gets off on seeing her exposed.
Sorry Jo...".

   "There's no need for you to feel guilty sweetie," she said, and came and
sat on my lap with her arms round my neck.  "I love you too, and I really
appreciate your support and understanding.  I'm learning a lot about
myself, and I want you with me every step of the way."

   "I just don't want it to get out of hand.  I don't want to ...  lose you
I guess."

   "You won't darling."

   "Hey, you two; I'm gonna be in tears here in a minute if this carries
on! Cut it out!" Emily said.  Then "Listen, I've got an idea...."



   Brighton Rocks 9

   Jo and I both looked at Emily.  "So what's your idea?" we asked
simultaneously.

   "Since we're all being open and honest here I ..  have to confess ... 
that I found the sight of you standing naked in the rain earlier pretty
erotic Jo; but it was only for a few seconds.  My idea ...  is for you to
have a proper shower out on the patio now!" Emily replied with a
mischievous look in her eyes.

   "Hang on a minute!" Jo exclaimed, "let me get this straight.  You want
me to strip off again and stand outside in the rain and ...  what exactly?"

   "Have a wash of course," Emily said.  "What else would you do when
you're having a shower?"

   "You ...  are ...  a little ...  pervert!" Jo said with a big smile on
her face.

   "I think I might be!" Emily replied.  At that moment I had no doubt that
I was!  I wanted to see Jo washing in the rain ...  and I wanted to see
Emily watching Jo washing in the rain.  "But it's all your fault."

   "OK," Jo declared.  "I'll do it.  But ...  you have to do something for
me in return Em."

   "What?" Emily asked.

   "Hmmm; I don't suppose you'll get naked while you watch me will you?"

   "Nooo way, Jose." Damn!

   "Right ...  in that case, you must do gym lessons next week at school
barefoot," Jo decided, in a voice that would brook no argument.

   "Jo ...  I can't just take my shoes and socks off in gym."

   "No silly, tell Miss Jones that you forgot to bring them to school, like
I had to do.  Come on, you want to see me shower outside don't you?"

   Emily looked thoughtful for a moment.  "Done," she said, and bounced up.
"I'll get some shampoo and shower gel."

   "I must be mad," Jo said to me, and kissed me on the lips.  "I'm not
even getting paid this time!"

   "I think Em is really into you, you know.  Should I be worried?"

   "Don't be silly.  We're just messing.  Whatever happens, it's you I love
remember."

   Emily returned and gestured Jo over to the patio doors.  Outside it was
still pouring with rain.

   "Give me your robe Jo," Emily said, putting out her hand.  Jo untied the
sash and shrugged off the garment.  Emily took it from her and handed Jo
the toiletries.  Jo took a deep breath and stepped out on to the paved
patio.

   "Aaagh!" she shrieked, "it's freezing!" and she jumped up and down,
causing her boobs to bounce delightfully.

   "You'll acclimatise in a minute," Emily said helpfully from the doorway.

   "You try it," Jo replied through clenched teeth.  But shortly afterwards
she stood still and reached for the shampoo bottle that she had placed on
the patio table.  She poured a generous amount into her right hand, rubbed
it against her left and then began massaging it into her wet, blonde hair.
A foamy lather formed and dripped down Jo's shiny wet body.  She looked me
straight in the eye and my hard-on immediately became even harder.  She was
putting on a show, and I had already had a lot to deal with today!

   Jo ran her hands through her hair and allowed the rain to start rinsing
it.  Then she picked up the shower gel and squirted it across her chest and
stomach.  She started rubbing her hands all over her front, slowly
caressing her breasts.  Her nipples stood out so hard I think you could
have hung jackets from them!  She looked directly at Emily who, I noticed,
had a dazed look on her lovely face.  Her mouth was slightly parted and her
breathing was fast and shallow.

   Jo turned around and we were presented with her slim, elegant back.  Her
shoulder blades were just visible either side of the shadowed dip where her
spine ran down to the swelling of buttocks.  Soap and water coursed down
her, creating a foamy pool around her pretty, bare feet.  Jo ran her hands
over her bum, and then pressed one of them between her cheeks.  I was ready
to cum at that point, and had to look away back to Emily.  She was also
clearly mesmerised by the sight in front of us.

   Jo turned around again and began soaping her pussy, massaging the gel
into her pubic hair and then reaching lower to make sure her most intimate
parts were clean.  Finally, she lifted one leg and rested her foot on a
garden chair.  She poured gel over her thigh and ran her hands up and down
her legs and feet.  She repeated the procedure on her other leg and then
beckoned to Emily with a finger.

   "What?" Emily asked, as if emerging from a dream.

   "You are going to come and wash my back you little hussy ...  and I'm
not taking no for an answer!"

   Emily grinned and kicked off her slippers.  Then she stepped outside in
just her robe, and splashed over to Jo.  She grabbed the gel bottle and
tipped some into her hands.  She then slowly and sensuously ran her soapy
hands over Jo's lovely back and shoulders.

   "Thank you God!" I said to myself.

   When Emily had finished, she stepped back inside the house and laid a
towel on the floor for herself and Jo to stand on.  Then she held out
another towel for Jo, who finished rinsing and headed in.

   "Wow!  That was energising," Jo exclaimed, "my skin feels tingly and
great.  There must be something to that old 'cold showers' routine.  You
should have joined me in the nude Em, you missed a treat."

   The girls dried off and then Jo bounced over to me.  She almost threw
herself into my arms and crushed her cool lips against mine.  I hugged and
kissed her back with a passion and then she backed away and looked down -
to where my robe was tenting out!

   Jo laughed and said, "Oh you poor thing, come here." She pulled me over
to the couch and pushed me down.  Then she opened my robe and kissed my
erection through my boxers.  My eyes closed and I felt her start rubbing
me. Then I felt my boxers being pulled down.

   "Oh my God!" I thought, "Emily will see my dick!"

   I opened my eyes, and sure enough Emily was sitting on the chair
opposite us, staring intently.  She caught my eye, but I couldn't read her
expression.  I didn't have long to think about it, because I felt the head
of my dick suddenly engulfed in Jo's warm, wet mouth.  Now I really was in
heaven!  She kissed and licked around the head and then dipped her head
down to take more of me inside.  I glanced back at Em, to see that she was
now kneeling on the floor about half way between us and the chair where she
had sitting.  Her bottom rested on her heels above the upturned soles of
her feet.  Her hand was pressed between her towelling covered thighs and
she was rocking slightly backwards and forwards.  I couldn't take any more
and came into Jo's mouth, my orgasm seeming to last for spasm after spasm.
Somehow Jo managed to catch and swallow almost every drop, with just a
dribble rolling over her bottom lip and on to her chin.  She looked up at
me with big, blue shinining eyes filled with love, and I hope I managed to
return a look of equal passion.

   I heard a little gasp, and Jo and I turned to look at Em.  Her face was
flushed and it was clear that she too had just reached orgasm.  When she
recovered, she stood up and walked over to us and hugged Jo.

   "Did you just...?" Jo asked with a smile.

   "You bet," Em replied.  "That was the hottest thing I have ever
witnessed.  I can't believe you swallowed though, yuk!"

   "What else would I do Em?  Why wouldn't I swallow?"

   "Isn't it gross?  I always spat instantly with Dan."

   "Well I don't know about Dan, and I certainly wasn't going to spit on
your carpet, but Rob's tastes delicious; and it's good for you - it's
filled with protein!"

   Then Emily almost blew my mind: she reached out a finger to Jo's face,
scooped up the little dribble of cum from her chin and sucked her finger
into her mouth.  Both Jo and I stared wide-eyed at Emily.

   "You're right," she said, "he does taste good!"

   "Em ...  I can't believe you just did that!" Jo exclaimed with a grin.

   Emily jumped up and said, "I'm going to get some drinks; we should
celebrate.  It's been a pretty epic day!" She skipped out of the lounge.

   Jo turned and kissed me.  Then she said, "Maybe it's you Em's got the
hots for, not me."

   "Or maybe both of us?!" I replied.



   Brighton Rocks 10

   After our day with Emily, the three of us felt a special connection
borne out of shared intimacy.  If I didn't see them after school, we all
chatted on MSN or Facebook.  There seemed to be no awkwardness between us,
which I was relieved about, but I felt confused about what had happened ...
and what might happen in the future.  Did Em fancy Jo?  Did she fancy me?
How would Jo feel if she did?  I decided there was no point worrying about
it; I would have to wait and see how things panned out.

   I had overheard Dan talking to his 'crew' in school and slagging Emily
off.  He said he had dumped her because she was an ice-queen and a
prick-tease.  I felt hurt for Em, and wanted to say something, but it would
only lead to difficult questions.  If only they knew the truth though!  I
resolved not to mention anything about it to Emily; it would only upset her
and for no good reason.

   True to her word, Emily had turned up for gym barefoot and given her
false excuse to the teacher.  Miss Jones had apparently commented that some
of the girls seemed to be getting quite forgetful.  But then she had
complemented Jo on her fast cross-country time the previous week.  Jo
explained that, having grown somewhat used to it, she actually felt that
running barefoot gave her a more natural running style.  A couple of days
later, Miss Jones told Jo that she'd googled 'barefoot running' and
discovered, to her surprise, that a number of serious runners were now
running, or at least training, barefoot.  She had decided to make gym
lessons footwear optional as a result, except where required for safety -
in hockey for example.  Jo was pleased; she had pioneered something (albeit
that it wasn't her idea!) and, hopefully, would not be the only one doing
sport in bare feet in future.

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   On Thursday evening, the question of Tom's 'invitation' came up when we
were online.

   > wot u gonna do J?  Em wrote.

   > dunno.  rob?

   > up 2 u.  but decide for u, nt æ<¢æ<¢æ<¢.

   > K.  Em - wot u thnk?

   > u nd 2 b ok with wotever, bt stop if nt.  T wont force u.

   > i guess no harm in fnding out.  LOL

   > u gettin wet J?!

   > mind ur own biz!!!!

   > ladeez plz!  I cut in.

   > will call T.  BRB ;)

   Emily and I waited while Jo went and telephoned Tom.  She soon logged
back on.

   > T will pik R and me up Sat 2pm my place.  ok R?

   > K.

   > wot abt me???  :(

   > T said call him Em.

   > K, bye XXXXX!

   ___________________

   On Friday evening Jo, Emily and I met up after school.

   "How was your day?" I asked.

   "Excellent sweetheart!" Jo gushed.

   "Why so excited?"

   "Tell him Em!"

   Emily blushed and said, "No ...  you tell him."

   "Go on Emily, you wimp!"

   I looked from one to the other.  "Will one of you just tell me what's
up?"

   "Jo ...  persuaded me to like, um, take ...  er ...  my underwear off in
the girls' loos this morning ...  and spend the rest of the day sans bra
and knickers!" Emily said hesitantly.

   "Oh my God!  You two....  How was it Em?" I ventured.

   "It was ...  pretty intense.  Nobody could tell, thank God, but it felt
really weird.  I was constantly aware of my boobs swaying around and the
air moving about under my skirt.  I liked it; it made me understand a bit
of what Jo experiences.  I really had to take care walking up and down
stairs though!"

   "I'm gonna get you nekkid girl!" Jo declared.

   "No you're not sweetie!" Em replied with just as much determination. 
"I'm gowna retain ma modesty and ma sweet virtue," she added in a terrible
mock Southern belle voice.  We all laughed.

   _________________

   On Saturday, I went over to Jo's house and we waited for Tom to arrive.
He pulled up at exactly 2pm, and we made our way out to the car.

   "Hi guys," he said as we climbed in, "How are you doing?"

   "Good thanks Tom," I replied.

   "Fine thanks," Jo echoed, looking a little nervous.  "I wasn't sure what
to wear ...".

   "You look great Jo," Tom replied, taking in her tennis shoes, socks and
blue summer dress.  Her blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she
had just a little light make-up on.

   "Did Emily call you?" Jo asked.

   "Yes, she did thanks Jo."

   "And ....?"

   "And what?"

   "Are we meeting up with her?"

   "Maybe!" Tom said mysteriously.

   "No point asking where we're going is there?" I asked.

   "Nope!  But calm down you two.  I think you'll both enjoy!"

   "Easy for you to say", Jo said, and slipped her hand into mine.

   ___________________

   We headed into Brighton and Tom drove across town and into a small road,
before pulling up outside an art gallery.  The front window was frosted
most of the way up, but from the height of the Range Rover we could see
through the clear glass further up that there was a photographic exhibition
going on.  Sixty or seventy people were circulating, looking at the
pictures; all of which appeared, from what we could see, to be nude
studies. Some featured women by themselves, some were couples, some were
groups, but all were beautifully executed black and white shots; erotic
rather than pornographic.  Down the centre of the gallery was a clear
rectangular area, roped off with red twisted cords.  At the back of this
area was a small platform, about 2-3 feet high, with some steps leading up
to it.  The platform was brightly illuminated but empty.

   Jo and I looked at each other and I felt my mouth go dry.

   "No." Jo said.

   "No what?!" Tom replied.  "I haven't even told you what I would like you
to do yet!"

   "I think I can guess," Jo replied, and I nodded my head.

   "Listen Jo ...  Rob.  I have never, and will never, force anything on
you.  I will not cause you any harm or damage.  But Jo; I recognise
something in you that is a characteristic my wife shared: you are an
exhibitionist.  Wait, wait - hear me out!  You enjoy stripping off in
public, and the attention you attract turns you on.  And you too Rob.  My
wife and I indulged in these kind of games for years and we both gained a
lot from them.  They brought us closer together and nobody got hurt. 
There's nothing wrong with it, but you need to be mature and sensible about
it.  I'm giving you a head-start and the benefit of my experience."

   Quite a speech, and Tom hadn't finished.

   "I know this scares both of you; that's natural and, to be honest,
without the fear you wouldn't get the high.  Jo, your body is a beautiful
gift.  You could keep it to yourself ...  and Rob; but you would deprive
the world of something natural and lovely.  Look at those photographs.  Are
they disgusting, unpleasant, depraved?"

   "No," we both agreed, slightly sheepishly.

   "It's art, guys; you are art.  Jo - I want you, literally, to be a work
of art today.  Rob and I will go into the gallery and I want you to follow
us a couple of minutes later.  I want you to enter the gallery and step
into that cordoned off area.  Don't speak to anybody.  Then I want you to
remove one article of clothing at a time, leaving each on the floor where
you stand and taking a step forward, until you arrive naked at the steps.
Climb on to the platform, turn around and enjoy your exposure.  You will be
an objet d'art, the centrepiece of this exhibition!"

   Jo and I were speechless for a moment.  Then Jo sighed, "Tom ...  I
can't deny what you've said.  It does turn me on being naked in public
places and you're right - it also terrifies me!  But surely this is too
much?  I would be thrown out by the owner; and, if not, I might be
recognised.  If this got back to my parents, they would lock me in a
nunnery and throw away the key!"

   Tom burst out laughing.

   "Jo ...  I am the owner of this gallery!  And I promise not to throw you
out!  In fact, I am willing to pay you æ<¢200 for one hour of your time
this afternoon.  Think of it as a modelling assignment.  I told you when we
met that photography was a passion of mine, and I bought this place a year
or so ago to exhibit my own work and that of other photographers.  And I
already thought about you not wanting to be recognised; I have the solution
with me here."

   He reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a hand-painted mask
with long, curving feathers attached to the top.  Only Jo's eyes and mouth
would be visible behind this.  Tom handed the mask to her and beckoned to
me.

   "Jo," I said, "I just want you to know that I love you and I'm fine with
whatever you choose to do."

   Jo threw her arms around my neck and hugged me tight.  "I'm scared", she
confided.  "This is different from before; this would be a slow and
deliberate strip in front of loads of people, and not just for a few
seconds or minutes...."

   "I know my darling.  Take your time." I kissed her, looked into her eyes
and then reached for the door handle.

   Tom and I walked to the gallery and entered.  There was quite a buzz of
conversation inside, with men and women of all ages pointing out particular
photographs and discussing lighting and contrast.  Waiters and waitresses
circulated with trays of drinks and canapes, and classical music played in
the background.  Surely Jo wouldn't go through with this; as she said, it
was a completely different ball-game.  But then again ...  Tom had
definitely touched on something in his little speech.  Jo ...  and I ... 
and Emily ...  had all been changed by the events of the past couple of
weeks.  We all felt a constant undercurrent of excitement, exaggerated by
normal teenage horniness!  Speaking of Emily, I suddenly noticed her
approaching from my left.

   "Em," I said, delighted, "How come you're here?!"

   "You don't think I would miss this, do you?!  Tom told me what he had
planned when I called him, but swore me to secrecy - you will forgive me
for not saying anything, won't you?"

   "How could I not?" I replied and she pulled me into a hug.  "Do you
think Jo will do this?  Do you think she can bring herself to do it?"

   "I've known Jo since we were little Rob.  She's sweet and good and kind,
but she has enormous determination.  If she wants to do this, she can and
she will.  And I think she will want to do it."

   Our question was, at that moment, answered as we saw the gallery door
open and Jo walked in wearing her mask.  I gripped Em's hand and we made
our way to the cordon.

   Jo gave no indication that she had seen us.  She walked slowly and with
dignity to the red rope, and stepped over it.  For a moment she paused, and
then she bent down on one knee and unlaced her right tennis shoe.  She
stood up and toed it off before taking a step forward.  Then she bent and
untied her other shoe and pulled it off.  It was dropped to the floor,
where it fell on its side.  There was no announcement, but a murmur went
through the crowd, and people started to line up along both sides of the
corridor formed by the ropes.  They watched in silence as Jo, in her short,
white socks, padded forwards before stopping again.  She lifted her left
leg and managed to pull off her sock with elegance.  She dropped it and
left it where it fell before moving forwards; the second sock followed the
first on to the floor and Jo proceeded barefoot in the direction of the
platform.  She came to a halt with her feet together on the white tiles of
the gallery and, this time, there was a considerably longer pause.

   I felt Em squeeze my hand so hard I thought she might break it!  Was Jo
going to lose her bottle?  Part of me wanted to shout out, "Jo, stop! 
Please don't do this." But at the same time I was mesmerised and couldn't
have forced a sound out of my mouth.  Jo's hands came up towards the top
button on her dress, and slowly undid it, then the second.  Once again she
hesitated, and then steadily unbuttoned her dress all the way down the
front, revealing first the middle of her black bra, then her cute belly
button, then her black knickers.  The dress hung from her shoulders for a
moment before she shrugged it off and let it fall to the floor where it
landed in a heap.  There was now an intriguing trail of discarded clothes
along the ground as Jo stepped forwards in just her bra and panties.  The
crowd gazed at her with something akin to wonder; who was this pretty girl
disrobing in front of them?  "She's my girlfriend, keep your damn eyes off
her!" I wanted to scream, and yet at the same time I could feel my erection
growing.  People were standing so close that they could see the fine hairs
on Jo's arms, the dimples on her back just above the waistband of her
knickers, a slight hint of her ribs beneath her skin.

   Jo stopped again about 4 feet from the platform.  I saw her swallow, and
then lift her arms up behind her back.  "She's actually going to do this,
she's going to strip completely", I heard Emily mutter under her breath,
more to herself than to me.  Jo's bra catch came undone and she put her
hands back by her sides.  We could see the swelling of her breasts covered
just loosely now by her bra cups.  Jo's hands rose to those cups with a
slight tremble, and then she wriggled a shoulders slightly, pulled the
garment free of her arms and dropped it.  She had deliberately revealed her
sweet, sweet breasts to nearly a hundred men and women, who seemed
simultaneously to catch their breaths.

   After a moment, Jo closed the gap to the bottom of the steps.  She
hooked her thumbs into the waistband at either side of her knickers and
started to pull them down.  The crack of her bottom came into view, and the
top of her pubic hair.  She smoothly pulled her panties down over her
thighs until they fell around her ankles.  My girlfriend, my Jo, was
standing naked in the middle of a room full of people, her knickers pooled
around her feet.  How did this happen?!  What must be going through her
mind as she stepped out of her panties and placed one bare foot on the
steps, then the other until she stood on the platform in all her splendour,
her whole body bared to us unashamedly, except for her face.

   Jo put her hands on her hips and stood still.  What a sight she was! 
The quiet was suddenly broken by a ripple, and then a thunder of applause.
She never cracked a smile, but I saw her tongue briefly lick her lips.

   Tom climbed over the cordons and collected up Jo's clothing, item by
item; shoes, socks, dress, bra, knickers.  Two waiters came and removed the
ropes, and people began to wander into the vacated space.  Some returned to
the photographs and some made their way over for a closer look at Jo, as
Emily and I did.  Nobody spoke to her, and she said not a word.  Em reached
out and briefly touched Jo's hand.  In her first sign of recognition, Jo
grabbed hold of Em's hand and then, to our surprise, holding on tight, she
descended the steps and the two girls walked slowly into the crowd with me
behind them.

   One young woman turned and ran her hand gently down Jo's back as she
passed, stroking from her shoulders to her buttocks.  Others took that as a
sign that they too could touch this work of performance art, and Jo was
stroked and touched as she walked round the gallery.  She didn't object and
she still didn't speak.  For the remainder of the hour until the gallery
closed, Jo was gazed at and caressed by people young and old, male and
female.  Nobody was rough, and nobody took liberties; this was appreciation
of a wonderful, brave piece of living sculpture, with smooth warm skin and
gentle curves.

   The last guest left the gallery and Tom showed Jo, Em and I into a large
and well-appointed office at the back.  Jo turned and collapsed into my
arms, hugging me tight.  I felt her shoulders heaving and realised with a
start that she was sobbing her heart out.  Em carefully removed her mask
and joined in a group hug.

   Tom came over, looking very concerned.

   "Jo, I am so sorry; I must have misjudged ....  If I had known this
...."

   "Tom," Jo said through her tears, "hush!  I loved every single,
terrifying, wonderful minute of it!  I am just completely and utterly
overwhelmed at the moment; give me a minute."

   For once, Tom seemed to be speechless.

   I left Jo to Emily for a moment and went to get her an orange juice.

   As I returned Em was saying, "Jo, you were unbelievable.  I will never
forget what you did today.  You were, like, awesome!"

   "You were Jo," Tom agreed, and I nodded.



   "Sweetheart, I love you so much," I added and took her back in my arms.

   "I love you too."



   Brighton Rocks 11

   Once Jo had collected herself, she was on a high.

   "Did you hear everyone applaud?" she bubbled.  "It was amazing when
people were touching and stroking me!  I just can't believe it!  Thank you
Tom; you've opened something in me."

   Tom looked wistful.  "You remind me so much of Sarah...", he murmured,
looking at her.

   "Sarah...?" I asked.

   "My wife," Tom explained.

   "What happened to her," Emily asked.

   "She ...  had an aneurysm - a burst blood vessel in her brain.  It could
have happened at any time, there was no warning and nothing that could be
done.  I'm told it would have been quick and painless, but..." Tom tailed
off.

   Emily reached out and touched his arm.

   "Come on!" he said, snapping us out of the moment, "I need to lock the
gallery up and drop you lot off home."

   _______________

   Jo remained on a high for the next few days.  Whenever I spoke to her,
she was still buzzing with the experience.  Then on Thursday, when I met
her and Em at the bandstand in the park, she was even more excited.  She
had evidently called Tom, who told her that she'd received rave reviews
from the guests at the gallery.  One curator wanted to recreate the
performance in a large London gallery!  Many had asked why there were no
photographs of the masked model amongst the collection on display; and Tom
had asked Jo if she would be willing to pose for some.

   "And what did you say?" I asked.

   "I said I would have to discuss it with you of course!"

   I looked at Em, who shrugged, and back at Jo.

   "You want to do it, don't you?"

   "Yes, I ...  I do."

   "OK, but I want to be there."

   "Duh!  I wouldn't have it any other way!  Thank you Rob ...  for
understanding."

   "Can I come too?" Em chipped in.

   "Course you can sweetie; I bet you could even join in if you wanted to!"

   "Yeah, right!" Em responded, sticking her tongue out.

   _________________

   It was arranged that Tom would collect me from school on Friday
afternoon and then we would drive the short distance to the girls' school
to pick Jo and Emily up.  Tom would then take us to his chosen "location".
He arrived promptly as ever, and I climbed into the front of the Range
Rover.  It was starting to feel very familiar.

   "Are you OK with this Rob?" Tom asked.

   "Yes, so long as things don't get out of control.  The gallery was
pretty intense, but Jo has been so ...  excited!  I guess you were right
about her.  I'm just trying to get my head round it."

   We spotted Jo and Em standing outside school in their summer uniforms
and Tom pulled up so they could get in the back.

   "Hi sweetheart!" I said to Jo, "Hi Em."

   "Hi guys," they replied.

   "How are you both?" Tom asked.

   "Yeah, good thanks Tom.  Glad it's stopped raining at last." We had
endured muggy conditions with heavy showers most afternoons this week, a
sign that autumn would soon be here.  But today the sun was back out and it
promised to be one of those long, lazy, late summer evenings.

   "Tom," Jo said, "I've decided that I don't want to take money for
getting naked any more.  It feels more like a ...  I don't know ...  hobby
or lifestyle or something, not a job; and it just doesn't feel right now. I
would be happy to do some real paid work for you though!"

   "I completely understand Jo," Tom replied, "and I think that's very
admirable.  I would, however, wish to pay you for modeling today; as far as
I'm concerned that is a proper job and I would normally expect to pay for a
model to pose.  I hope that won't offend your honour!"

   "Sure," Jo laughed, "I can live with that!  Hey, how much would a model
charge for a session?"

   "About æ<¢500 for what we're doing today."

   All of our mouths fell open.  "Way to go Jo!" Em chimed in.

   "Tom - you've got a deal," Jo said.  "Em - you could make some dosh too
...  if that's OK with Tom of course."

   "Fine by me," Tom replied, but he didn't sound as though he expected
Emily to agree, and indeed she didn't....

   "No, no; it's not for me guys."

   "Damnation!" I thought to myself.

   "Emily's not a natural exhibitionist," Tom suddenly declared, "At least,
I'm pretty sure she isn't."

   "You're right Tom, I'm not," Em confirmed shyly.

   "If you're so good at sizing people up, what do you think presses Em's
buttons?!" Jo piped up.  Emily dug her in the ribs!

   Tom stayed silent.

   "Well?" Jo pressed.

   "If I had to guess, I would say ...  oh, I don't know, forget it," Tom
said.

   "Come on Tom!" I goaded, but noticed that Em was staying silent and
looking down at her feet.

   "I think Emily is ...  submissive," Tom declared.

   "Huh?" Jo said, "What does that mean?"

   "Jo ...  leave it," Em said in a tiny voice.

   "You mean, like, she submits ...  to what?  I don't get it." Jo pressed
on, confused.

   "It means..." I said, "that she gets off on being told what to do ... 
ordered around, maybe tied up ...  whatever."

   "Shit!" Jo exclaimed, "Is that right Em?"

   Em blushed bright red, and refused to meet Jo's eye.  "No," she
whispered.  "I've never done anything like that."

   "But ...  would you want to?" Jo said.

   I saw Emily swallow hard, but she didn't say anything.

   "Em ...  it's OK," Jo said, putting her arm around her.  We won't judge
you.  Hey, after what I've done in front of you, after what we've shared; I
hope you feel you can trust me, and Rob and Tom.  Whatever works for you
sweetie!"

   We lapsed into silence as we drove north out of Brighton and then east
into rolling countryside, with the south downs creating a beautiful
backdrop.  Tom turned on to smaller and smaller roads and, eventually, on
to an unmade dirt track, which we followed for a couple of miles.

   "Talk about middle of nowhere," I joked, "we'll end up in Timbuktu
soon!"

   Shortly afterwards Tom stopped the car on a patch of grass overlooking a
muddy field that sloped down to a solitary tree.  More fields and gently
rolling hills surrounded the area, and a large farmhouse was visible about
half a mile away.

   "OK," Tom said, "this is our location for today's shoot.  Or, more
specifically, that tree down there."

   "What, outside?" Jo asked.  "Not in a studio or anything?"

   "Nope, right here," Tom confirmed.  "I have lights, reflectors and other
kit in the back, but basically I want to photograph you in the evening
sunlight.  They don't call it the 'golden hour' for nothing!"

   "What if someone sees?" Jo queried, starting to sound a bit nervous now
that we were here.

   "Well, it's pretty unlikely," Tom reassured her.  "We have the
occasional dog-walker or horserider around here, but not much else."

   "'We'?" I asked.

   "Sorry; I was going to explain - this is my land," Tom explained.  "That
farmhouse is our ...  my home."

   "Wow!" Emily exclaimed, seemingly having recovered from the earlier
exchange in the car.  "How many acres have you got?"

   "About 125.  But I rent most of the fields out to real farmers.  This
one's lying fallow."

   "And it seems to have turned into a bog!" Jo commented, casting an eye
over the wet, muddy surface.  "Are we really going to trudge through that
to the tree?"

   "We are," Tom replied, taking a pair of wellie boots from the back of
the Range Rover and pulling them on.  "Sorry, I only have one pair of
boots!" he added with a grin.

   "I can't walk through that in my school shoes!" Jo complained.

   "I agree!" Tom replied, "They would be ruined.  I suggest you take them
off and leave them in the car!"

   Jo huffed.  "The things I do for my art!" She leaned against the car
door and lifted her left foot, then slipped off her flat, black pump and
put it on the floor of the car.  Holding her foot off the ground, she then
pulled off her white sock and stuffed it into her shoe.  Then she gingerly
put her foot down on the wet grass.

   "Umm, that feels really nice actually," she said, and took off her right
shoe and sock.  She stood barefoot on the grass in her school dress and
cardigan while Tom took a couple of digital SLR's and several bags from the
back of the car.

   "I could use a hand with these," he said, looking at me and Em.  I
looked at my shoes and resigned myself to following Jo's example.  I pulled
off my shoes and socks and could now feel what Jo was experiencing
underfoot.  It felt chilly at first, but I quickly got used to it and ...
she was right ...  it did feel good - soft and cool and damp!  I then
realised I would have to either roll up my long trousers or take them off.
My mother would not be happy, and would be asking lots of questions, if I
came home with muddy trousers.

   "I'm going to have to take these off in case they get muddy," I
declared, undoing the button and zip.

   "No problem," Tom said, and Jo and Em grinned at me.

   I folded my trousers and placed them in the car, then felt a bit
ridiculous standing there in boxer shorts and a shirt.

   "Rob," Jo cooed, "lose the shirt sweetheart, or I'm not going to be able
to keep a straight face!"

   "Go on Rob," Emily echoed, "it's a warm evening and it will be no
different to a swimming costume."

   "Easy for you to say Em, I don't see you undressing in the middle of a
field!"

   "I don't want to risk getting muddy.  I think I'll stay up here," Em
replied.

   I quickly unbuttoned and took off my shirt, enjoying the feel of sun and
air on my chest and back.

   "No you don't Emily!" Jo said, with her hands on her hips.  "You wanted
to come with, and I want you down there with us.  Now get your shoes and
socks off!"

   "I could do with some extra help with the bags actually", Tom added.

   Feeling under some pressure, Em gave in.  "Fine, OK." She bent down and
unstrapped her right shoe, then pulled it off and put it in the car.  She
peeled off her sock, revealing her pretty foot, and then stood down.  "Oh!
Umm, yes ...  that does feel good!" She repeated the process with her other
shoe and sock and then, like Jo, stood barefoot in her dress and cardigan.

   Tom handed me and Em a bag each and he lugged another couple, together
with his cameras.  As the model, Jo was let off carrying anything.

   "What's in all these bags?" I asked.

   "Lights, equipment, battery packs, props ..." Tom replied, heading for
the nearby gate.  "We won't need it all, but I like to be prepared."

   Tom opened the gate into the field and Jo paused before stepping into
the mud.  He foot sunk in several inches, and mud squeezed up between her
toes.

   "This feels really weird!" she exclaimed, taking another step with a
loud squelching sound.  As she proceeded, the mud became deeper until her
feet sank completely and she was up to her ankles with every step.  Tom
followed her, and Em and I looked at each other before taking the plunge
ourselves.

   After the initial surprise, it was great fun walking through the mud in
bare feet.  It was cool and slick and slidy.  I enjoyed watching Em's eyes
widen as she experienced the same sensations, her beautiful, lightly tanned
feet and legs contrasting with the dark mud as she sloshed along.  We made
out way down towards the tree and Tom laid out some plastic bin liners on
which we set the bags.  He explained to Jo that he would be shooting her by
the tree and then he started arranging some lights and reflectors.  Jo
wandered over to the tree and ran her hand along a branch that came out
horizontally at just below waist height.

   "Emily, could you please take the mask over to Jo and help her take off
her cardigan and dress?" Tom asked.

   Emily took the mask and walked over to Jo, who took it and pulled it
over her head.  She then took off her cardigan and passed it to Em, before
unbuttoning her school dress.  She took a look around and then pulled it
over her head, taking care not to dislodge the mask.  Jo looked stunning in
just her bra and panties, with the golden sun shining on her legs and arms
and tummy.  Em took her dress and walked back over to me.

   "She looks gorgeous doesn't she?" Em said.

   "She does," I agreed, "and ...  so do you Em." What made me say that?!
Oh, how stupid; I wanted to kick myself.  How embarrassing?!  But Em smiled
at me and simply said, "Thanks Rob, that's a lovely thing to say.  You
don't look so bad yourself!"

   "Now Jo," Tom said, getting down to business, "could you please stand in
front of that horizontal branch and lean back slightly against it.  Great!
Now lift your head slightly ...  lovely." He started taking shots, asking
Jo to adjust her pose slightly between each one, and regularly checking the
screen on the back of the camera to make sure he had what he wanted.

   "OK.  Relax for a minute.  Emily - could you take this to Jo to put on
please, and take her bra off?"

   Tom handed Emily a black, men's tuxedo jacket.  Em took it down to Jo
and handed it to her.  Then Em walked behind Jo and unhooked her bra,
sliding it down her arms and off.  Jo's breasts were bared to us in the
sunlight for a moment, until she slid the jacket on.  Em rolled up the
sleeves a little and stepped away.  Jo stood in the mud with the jacket
covering her boobs, but open all the way down the front to her white
knickers.

   "Hmm, knickers are the wrong colour for this," Tom decided.  "Em, could
you give these to Jo to put on instead please?" and he handed her a lacy
black thong.

   "Wow!" Em said, taking the tiny scrap, "Those are pretty sexy!"

   She went back to Jo, and Jo asked if Em could please change her because
it was a bit awkward with the mask on and jacket hanging open.  I watched
as Em bent down in front of Jo and pulled her white panties down, Em's face
just inches from Jo's pubic mound.  She slipped them carefully over Jo's
muddy feet and then replaced them with the thong.  I realised I had a boner
developing and my mouth was going dry!

   "Oh damn!" Emily shouted as she stood up, I've got mud on the hem of my
dress.  She trudged back over to me and placed Jo's knickers on a bin
liner.

   "Em," Jo called.  "Take your dress off!"

   "No ...  I can't Jo."

   "Em ...  don't be an idiot.  It's bound to get muddier if you don't! 
Take it off now!"

   "O ...  OK," Em replied shyly.  She looked at Tom and Jo, and then at
me. She gulped and took off her cardigan.  Then, with her fingers
trembling, she started to unbutton her dress.  My dick stood to full
attention as more of Em's cleavage appeared, until the dress was undone all
the way to her waist.  She hesitated and then slowly she reach down for the
hem and began pulling the dress up her glorious legs.  I was mesmerised as
her thighs appeared, and then her white underpants and then her tummy and
then her white bra supporting her beautiful breasts.  Finally she pulled
the dress completely over head and dropped it on top of the other clothes.
She immediately crossed her arms over her breasts and hugged herself.

   "Good girl!" Jo shouted, "Well done Em!"

   Em glanced shyly at me, and I couldn't do anything but stare stupidly
back.  Then, to my horror, I saw her eyes flick down to my boxers, which
were tenting out, and I felt my face burn.  The corners of Em's mouth
turned up in a smile.

   "Right," said Tom.  "Jo, could you please cross you arms.  Great!  Now
put your hands on your hips ...  no, underneath the jacket so it is pulled
back ...  brilliant."

   As the sides of the jacket were pulled back, Jo boobs came into view
once more.  It was so casual but at the same time so effortlessly sexy!

   "OK, now please turn around."

   The jacket covered most of Jo's back, but the bottom of her buttocks
showed as two white curves beneath the hem.

   "Jo - could you please lean forwards and rest your hands on the branch?"

   Now the jacket rose up higher, and her bottom was mostly exposed at the
top of her long legs.  The back of the thong could be seen emerging from
the crack between her buttocks into a small triangle of black lace.  Em's
eyes were glued to the scene.

   "Thanks Jo.  Emily, could you please take these to Jo and bring the
jacket back?" Emily had to lower her hands from her bra to take a riding
crop and a pair of white, Victorian-style bloomers from Tom.  She blushed
again as she did so, but made no objection.

   Emily laid the skirt over the branch while she helped Jo off with the
jacket.

   "What about the thong Tom?" she asked.

   "Umm, off please Emily, otherwise they'll show through."

   Emily turned back to Jo and once again bent down to pull Jo's thong off,
this time leaving her completely naked and exposed.  Jo stretched her arms
up in the air and Tom shouted, "Hold it right there", before snapping off
some shots.

   "Hey, was I in those?" Em asked.

   "You were, but only from the back, not your face!  I can delete them if
you don't like them."

   "Oh my God!" Emily exclaimed.  Then she helped guide Jo's feet into the
white, linen bloomers and pulled them up to Jo's waist, before handing her
the riding crop.  "Wow!  Jo, you look awesome; so sexy, and like you're
about to dispense some discipline!"

   "Stick around and I might dispense some on you, you little minx!"

   Emily giggled and scuttled back with the black jacket.  Jo did look
magnificent with her blonde her falling around her shoulders, her breasts
standing proudly on her chest, the little shadowed dip of her belly button,
and bloomers covering her from waist to just below her knees.  Then her
calves tapering into slim ankles and her bare feet in the mud.

   Tom continued shooting pictures of Jo in various outfits and poses, and
then he said, "Rob, would you mind being in some pictures?"

   "Me?!"

   "Oh, yes, come on Rob!" Jo called.  How could I disappoint her?

   "Sure, why not?!" I said, "So long as I have a mask too."

   Tom handed me a black mask that just went over my eyes and the top of my
nose; pretty cool I thought, and went to stand with Jo.  It was strange
being on this side of the camera looking back at Tom, and at Em standing a
little to one side.  Tom asked Jo and I to stand facing each other, and
side-on to him.  We put our arms around each other and hugged, looking into
each other's eyes.

   "I love you," Jo whispered.

   "I love you too," I replied.

   Tom took some shots and then I saw Emily approaching.

   "Tom said ...  um ...  could you please take off the boxers?" Em asked
nervously, biting her bottom lip.

   "What?!  I don't know...." I looked at Jo, who was grinning back at me.
Then she nodded, "Strip, boyfriend!"

   "But Jo ...  I'm ...  I've ...."

   "You think I can't feel it?!  Come on, you're pressed up against me - it
won't be visible."

   "OK.  Um, Em ...  would you mind, er...."

   "Sure," Em whispered, and went behind me.  I felt her soft hands at my
waistband, and then her thumbs pushed under the elastic to pull down my
boxer shorts.  Oh my God!  Emily was stripping me!

   I felt my boxers slide down and had to wriggle a bit to free my erection
whilst still trying to keep it hidden.  Shortly, my boxers were round my
ankles and Em took them off me as I lifted each foot in turn.  Jo's eyes
sparkled at me, and she lent forward and kissed me.

   After several more shots, Em came over again.

   "Bloomers this time Jo!"

   Jo started to back away so she could get to the buttons at the front but
I grabbed her and pulled her back against me.

   "Jo...," I hissed.

   "I've got to get these off sweetie!  Turn your back to Tom."

   I did so, holding my hands over my dick.  I heard, rather than saw, the
whisper of the soft linen bloomers being lowered down Jo's legs and then
she was as naked as I was.  She put her arms round me and pressed herself
into my back.  I could feel her soft boobs pushing into me and a slight
grinding of her mound against my bum.  I could hear the camera going off!

   "OK, guys; could you please go around the other side of the branch and
face this way.  Rob, stand behind Jo."

   We managed to arrange ourselves, but not without me giving Tom and Emily
a few flashes in the process.  Tom took no notice, but I noticed Em looking
me up and down.

   "Great!  Now Jo, rest your hands against the branch and bend over like
you did before."

   Jo lent away from me, bending at the waist, and I could see the sides of
her breasts as they swayed forward and then hung down, capped with hard
pink nipples.  What a sight she must be for Tom ...  and Em.

   "Lovely!  Now Rob, stand right up behind her and lay your head on her
back."

   I did so.  We were kind of spooned up against each other, and my
erection was pressed into Jo's bottom.  This was heaven!  She was
definitely wriggling against me, and I could feel a wet heat.  We were both
getting very turned on.

   "Tom," Jo called, after a few more shots.  "Would you mind if we took
the masks off and you just took some private pics just for us?"

   "No ...  of course, that's fine Jo; go ahead."

   It was actually a relief to take off the masks and hand them over to
Emily.  She added them to the piles on the black bin liners and stood in
her underwear looking at us.

   Tom changed the lens on his camera and came closer to take some more
photos.  He asked me to stand up now, which I did, then realised that the
tip of my dick was showing above Jo's back.  Jo groaned as I tried to lower
it and ended up rubbing against her slick pussy.

   Tom lowered the camera.  "Rob ...  for heaven's sake, put the poor girl
- and yourself - out of your misery and put it inside her!"

   I flushed bright red.  Was Tom really asking me to ...  my girlfriend in
front of him and Emily?!

   "Please Rob..." Jo said quietly.  Who was I to argue?  I lowered myself
and felt my tip slide between Jo's lips and up against her hot, wet
opening. I held still for a moment and then slid forwards into her, slowly,
until I was buried in her delicious tightness.  I dared not move as Tom
once again started photographing.  Em's mouth was open and her eyes were
wide; she inched closer to us until she was standing just to one side of
Tom, one leg crossed in front of the other and her thighs squeezed
together.

   "Stand up Jo, and lean back against Rob.  Lay your head on his shoulder
and lift your arms up and behind his head.  Jo followed his instructions
and I brought my hands around her front, resting them on her flat stomach.
Her upper body was curved like a bow, totally open and exposed to Tom's
camera; and to Tom ...  and Em; no hint of self-consciousness.  I kissed
the side of Jo's neck and she moaned.  I felt her vaginal muscles squeeze
me and almost came.  Jo lifted her head from me and as I looked up I
realised that Tom had stopped taking pictures; the camera hung loose around
his neck and he was just drinking in the sight of Jo.  The next few moments
were dream-like, surreal.  Jo reached a hand out towards Tom and he stepped
slowly forward, stopping in front of her.  Then to my shock, he took her
face in his hands, lent forward and kissed her gently.  Another man was
kissing my girlfriend, while I was buried inside her, in the middle of a
muddy field!

   Tom and Jo broke their kiss and I once again became aware of Emily; she
and Jo evidently exchanged some wordless communication, because the next
thing I knew Emily put her hands round my neck and kissed me.  Her soft,
warm lips felt glorious and then the tip of her tongue poked between them
to touch mine.  I tasted her sweet mouth and simply couldn't believe that I
was snogging this girl whom I had fancied for so long.  I could hear Tom
and Jo also kissing again, and this pushed me over the edge.  I shot deep
inside Jo, spasm after spasm, as I moaned my ecstasy into Em's willing
mouth.  Jo herself began to come, and I felt her pulsing inside as she
leaned her head against Tom's chest.  He stroked her hair and our eyes
locked.  To my surprise I felt no jealousy or anger, just a calm
fulfillment and the sense that we had shared an important intimacy.

   I looked at Em and she smiled at me.  There was lust burning in her eyes
and I couldn't help but wonder what would result from these momentous
events.



   Brighton Rocks 12

   When we had disentangled ourselves, I put my boxers back on and Jo
slipped her dress over her head, not bothering with underwear.  We helped
Tom clear up his kit from the photoshoot and headed back to the car.  I
think all of us were a bit stunned by what had just happened and Tom
suggested we come back to his farmhouse where we could shower and have
something to eat and drink.

   ___________________

   Tom directed us to a hosepipe where we could rinse off our muddy feet
before going into his house through a kitchen door.  The farmhouse was old,
maybe 17th century I guessed, and the ceilings were low, with wooden beams.
The kitchen was large, with a range cooker, a big wooden table and chairs,
and an uneven stone floor that felt cool and smooth underfoot.  The girls
looked around with typical female curiosity and Jo drew our attention to a
large photograph printed on canvas.  It showed a pretty young blonde woman
sitting on a chestnut horse.  She was wearing a long, loose green skirt ...
but was otherwise naked; she sat straight, her bare torso proudly on show
and her bare feet dangling down beneath the hem of her skirt.

   "Who's this?" Jo asked.

   "Ah, that's Sarah, my wife", Tom replied, wandering over.

   "She's ...  I mean, er, she was ...  very beautiful," Jo said.

   "Thank you.  Yes, she was.  She was full of love and life, and always up
for any adventure....  She had just had her hair cut shorter before I took
that picture; it was almost down to her waist, but she fancied a long bob
for a change.  It highlighted her jaw ...  and she had this habit of
tucking it behind her ear...." Tom's voice tailed off.  "Who would like
some tea, or coffee ...  or hot chocolate?  And I'll make some pasta."

   We stated our preferences and Tom directed us to a shower room while he
set about making drinks.

   "Emily; you're very quiet", Jo said as she and I undressed again for a
shower, "are you OK?"

   "Yes, I'm fine.  I guess it's just ...  that was pretty intense earlier.
Are you OK with me kissing Rob?"

   "Yes sweetie; it seemed only fair and right in the circumstances...." Jo
looked at me with some uncertainty in her eyes, and I knew she needed some
reassurance about her kissing Tom.

   "I'm fine with what happened ...  with both of you.  I'm a bit surprised
that I am!  But I am.  It was just ...  I think we were all caught up in
the moment.  It felt ...  right somehow."

   Jo and Emily both looked relieved.

   "I'm going to help Tom with the drinks and food while you two take a
shower", Emily said, and left the shower room.

   "Are you sure you don't mind what happened with Tom?  I'm still not sure
what came over us; one minute he was taking pictures, and the next we were
kissing...."

   "I thought I would be jealous; and it was a shock to start with.  But
then it seemed ...  like I said - just, right ...  so long as you're not
going to dump me for him or anything."

   "Of course not Rob!"

   "I guess it was OK because I was there and we were making love and then
...  well, Emily and stuff....  I wouldn't want you kissing Tom behind my
back though or anything".

   "I promise I will never do anything behind your back Rob; and I hope you
wouldn't either.  I really do love you and I want to be with you.  I admit
that I did enjoy kissing Tom, but only as part of what was going on ... 
and I think you enjoyed kissing Em too, didn't you?!"

   "I guess."

   "You loved it!  I know you've fancied her for ages!"

   Jo was right; I had loved kissing Em.  It was a dream come true for me -
literally!

   We cleaned up and got dressed before heading back to the kitchen.

   Emily was standing at the range, stirring sauce into a pan of pasta. 
Tom was placing mugs of hot drinks on the table.  We all sat down and Tom
said, "About earlier ...  I must apologise Jo ...  Rob.  I don't know what
came over me and I took advantage of the situation.  I'm sorry."

   "There's nothing to apologise for Tom," Jo reassured him.  "We talked
about it and we're cool.  Actually, you're a pretty good kisser ...  for an
old guy!"

   Tom's mouth turned up in a smile.  "You are a cheeky - and pretty
special - young lady!"

   "She is that", I added between mouthfuls of food.  "Do you think the
photos will turn out well?"

   "There are one or two that I think will be quite special", Tom replied.
"You'll see them after I've edited them, maybe next week some time."

   "Cool!" Jo said, chewing and swallowing, "I can't wait!"

   "Can we see some of your other work Tom?" I asked.

   "Sure", he replied, and retrieved a portfolio from a cupboard near the
door.

   We flicked through the photographs while we finished eating and
drinking. There were some amazing pictures, of naked and semi-naked men and
women, some indoors, others outdoors.  Many of them had a humorous twist,
with props and settings that captured the viewer's attention.  It was clear
that Tom appreciated the naked human form and they were all erotic without
being very explicit.

   "Em; you're still really quiet", Jo commented suddenly, "Are you sure
you're OK?" I noticed Emily's downcast eyes.  She seemed uncomfortable and
nervous.

   "Tom," she suddenly blurted, "I ...  I think, um ...  I think I'd like
you to take some photos of me ...  um, if that's OK...?"

   "Emily," Tom replied, "I would love to photograph you.  But you do
realise what that means, don't you?"

   Emily nodded, still without looking up.

   "Emily, you do realise that, if we do this, I am going to make you strip
naked, don't you?"

   We actually heard Em gulp and the colour drained from her face.  I think
Jo and I were both holding our breath.  But again Emily nodded, and
whispered, "Yes Tom."

   "Very well.  Emily, this is what we'll do.  I'm going to take you into
my studio and you will follow my instructions.  If, at any time, you want
to stop, you must say the 'safe word' - RED!  Do you understand?"

   "Yes Tom.  Um, can Jo and Rob come in too please?"

   "Of course they can Emily.  Now I just want to check one more time; you
are sure you want to do this, and you do realise what you're getting into?
You do understand that you will be expected to follow my instructions
unless and until you say 'RED'?"

   Emily simply nodded.



   Brighton Rocks 13

   We cleared the table in silence, each lost in our own thoughts, and then
Tom said, "OK.  Emily, follow me.  Jo, Rob, you too." We followed him out
of the kitchen, through a dining room and across a spacious, comfortable
lounge.  He opened a door and lead us into his studio: It was painted
white, and there were a variety of lights, reflectors, tripods and other
equipment sitting about the place.  Boxes and cupboards contained
additional kit.

   Tom turned on some bright lights and directed Emily to go and sit on a
black chaise longue in the centre of the room.  He then started arranging
extra lights and screens around her.  Emily sat quietly looking down at her
feet.

   "Are you sure you want to do this?" Jo asked.

   "Jo," Tom said, "Emily has made up her mind and we must respect that
decision."

   Jo and I glanced at each other and back at Em.  She looked so small and
vulnerable, sitting under the lights in her school uniform.  Her hands were
clasped tightly together and she was clearly very tense.  Her long dark
hair hung forwards over her face.

   "Emily," Tom said, "I am going to ask you some questions while I
photograph you.  You will answer honestly and accurately.  OK?"

   Emily nodded.

   {CLICK}

   "Emily, please describe yourself ...  your appearance."

   "Um ...  I'm 5 foot 7 inches tall and I weigh about 118 pounds."

   {CLICK}

   "I have long, dark brown hair and brown eyes and ...  um, I'm 16 years
old.  I'll be 17 in three months' time."

   {CLICK}

   "Do you have a boyfriend Emily?"

   "Yes ...  um, I mean no.  I mean ...  I did have, but we split up.  He
...  split up with me."

   "Why?"

   "Um, because he said ...  he said I was ...  frigid."

   {CLICK}

   "Are you a virgin Emily?"

   Em looked up briefly and then back down.

   "I can't hear you Emily!"

   "Yes.  I'm still a virgin."

   h"What have you done, sexually?"

   "Well, with Darren ...  we kind of touched each other and I gave him
blowjobs sometimes."

   "Were you ever naked with him Emily?"

   "No ...  not completely.  I mean, he undid my shirt sometimes, and my
bra and he put his hand down my ...  knickers...."

   {CLICK}

   "Did he come in your mouth?"

   "Y-yes."

   "Did you swallow his sperm?"

   Emily shook her head.

   "Why not?"

   "It was ...  yucky!"

   "Do you masturbate, Emily?"

   Emily blushed red.

   {CLICK}

   "Sometimes," she replied in a tiny voice.

   "What do you fantasise about when you masturbate?"

   "I ...  I imagine having ...  sex."

   "Just straight sex?" Tom pressed.

   "Sometimes ...  I think about more than one person having sex with me at
the same time.  Sometimes I imagine I have been kidnapped ...." Her voice
tailed off.

   {CLICK}

   "Emily...".

   "Y-yes Tom?"

   "Take your shoes off now Emily!"

   Em reached down and undid the strap on each of her shoes, then she toed
them off.

   "Jo, could you please take Emily's shoes away from her please?"

   Jo stepped forwards and picked up Em's shoes, placed them off to one
side.  Emily didn't meet her eyes, just sat there in her dress and white
socks, one foot on top of the other.

   {CLICK}

   "Emily ...  you are a very beautiful girl; you do know that don't you?"
Tom asked.

   "I ...  I guess I'm OK looking", she replied modestly.

   "Do you think that boys fantasise about you?"

   "I ...  don't know ...  maybe."

   "Do you think they imagine what you look like without your clothes on?"

   Emily swallowed.  "Maybe...."

   {CLICK}

   "Do you think that some girls may fantasise about you too?  Does the
idea of that turn you on?"

   Emily said nothing.

   "Emily, I asked you a question and I want an answer!"

   "I ...  it ...  does turn me on Tom, yes."

   "Are you turned on now Emily?"

   {CLICK}

   "Y-yes, I am."

   "Rob, would you go and take Emily's socks off her please?"

   I looked at Jo and stepped forwards.  I knelt by Em's feet and she
lifted one up so that I could pull her sock off.  I heard her let out a
breath as one foot was bared, and then the other.  Then, on a whim, I
lifted her left foot and kissed her dainty toes.

   {CLICK}

   "Emily, how do you feel right now?" Tom asked.

   "I ...  feel ...  nervous but ...."

   "But what?"

   "Excited too!"

   "Sexually?"

   "Y-yes."

   {CLICK}

   "Emily, you know what you must do now, don't you?"

   "N-no."

   "Emily, don't mess me about!  Tell me what you must do now!"

   "T-take off my dress?"

   "Yes.  Do it Emily!"

   {CLICK}

   You could hear a pin drop.  Jo reached out and squeezed my hand.  Emily
reached up to the top button on her dress, but her hands were shaking so
much that she could not undo it.

   "Rob, go and help her please."

   I glanced at Jo, and she nodded back.  I walked over to Em and she
dropped her hands and gazed at me with a pleading look in her eyes.  Her
lips parted slightly as I took her top button between my fingers and undid
it.  I then moved on to the second, the third, the fourth, looking into her
beautfiul face the whole time; until all the buttons were undone and the
sides of her dress were parted down to her slim waist.

   "Emily, say thank you to Rob!"

   "T-thank you Rob."

   "Now take that dress off!"

   Emily stood and slipped the dress off her shoulders and down her arms.
It slipped down to her waist, where she caught it for a moment before
allowing it to fall to the floor.  {CLICK} She bent and picked it up. 
{CLICK} Jo stepped forward and took the dress from her, and Emily sat down
again with her hands under her thighs.  She placed one bare foot over the
other and curled the toes of her top foot over those below.  It was clear
that she was very embarrassed to be slowly undressing in front of Tom and
two of her close friends.

   "Emily, did Darren ever go down on you?"

   "Do you mean ...  kissing me ...  down there?" she gestured to her
groin.

   "Yes Emily - did he kiss and lick between your legs?"

   {CLICK}

   "Oh my God!" Emily exclaimed.  "No!"

   "Did he ever get you off ...  did you orgasm with him?"

   "Not ...  really."

   {CLICK}

   "Emily, I want you to take your bra off now."

   "I ...  can't Tom ...".

   "Emily; do you want to say your safe word?"

   "N-no Tom."

   "Put this on Emily", Tom said, handing her a black, silk blindfold. 
Emily took it and slipped it over her head so that it covered her eyes.

   "How do you feel Emily?" he asked.

   "Vulnerable and scared and ...".

   "And ...?"

   "And very turned on."

   "Thank you for your honesty Emily.  Now lay down on the chaise." Em lay
back with her legs together and her hands clasped on top of her belly.

   "Rob.  Go and take hold of Emily's arms.  Lift them back above her
head."

   "What?" I said stupidly.

   "You heard Rob.  Go on!"

   I stepped over to Emily and gently took her by the wrists.  She resisted
for a moment, but then allowed me to lift her arms up above her head and
press them down on the chaise.  This had the effect of stretching out her
tummy and pulling up her breasts, the top parts of which I could see above
the cups of her bra.

   "Jo, take these please.  I think you know what to do with them." Tom
handed Jo a pair of tailor's scissors and she took them wide-eyed.

   "You mean ...?" she queried, and Tom nodded.

   "What is it?" Emily called.  Nobody answered.

   Jo opened the scissors and inserted the bottom blade under the front of
Emily's bra strap.  There was a sharp intake of breath.

   "Oh please ..." Emily whispered.

   {CLICK}

   "Please what Emily?" Tom asked.

   "Please ...  strip me!" Emily said, apparently emboldened by the denial
of her sight.  I guess it was like maybe this was now happening to someone
else.

   My eyes were locked on Em's chest as Jo snipped through the strap.  The
bra cups instantly parted and dropped to the sides of Emily's beautiful,
full, soft breasts, heaving up and down as she breathed deeply.  Jo too
seemed mesmerised by the sight of Em's boobs, tipped with hard brown
nipples, the aureolae crinkled.  Emily's back arched slightly, and I
noticed that she was now rubbing her thighs together.  She was clearly very
turned on, and I realised that - whereas Jo and I had come earlier in the
field - Em's sexual tension had been building up for hours now.

   {CLICK}

   "Can I ...  touch you Em?" Jo asked, and I looked at her in surprise.

   "Please!" Emily replied.  Jo tentatively reached out a gently stroked
the sides of Em's breasts.  Emily breathed even harder.  Then Jo ran her
fingers over and around Em's nipples and she moaned out loud and bit her
bottom lip.

   {CLICK}

   "Kiss me ...  please ...  kiss me!"

   Both Jo and I lent forward simultaneously.  Our eyes met, and I gestured
for Jo to continue.  Wow!  Once again I seemed to be living a dream with
these two wonderful girls!  Slowly, so slowly, Jo lowered her head over
Em's and then their lips touched briefly.  Then Jo pressed her lips harder
against Emily's and Em kissed back.  I could see their mouths moving
against each other, and realised their tongues were probing, licking and
tasting for the first time.

   I felt a soft touch against the front of my trousers and looked down to
see Em's finger tips touching my hard-on experimentally.  I pressed against
her hands, still holding on to her wrists.  Jo broke their kiss and looked
at me.  My turn!  I lent my head down and kissed Emily upside down.  It was
incredible to think that my girlfriend's mouth had just been here, that I
was experiencing what she had just experienced.  I stood up and left Em
panting.  The sight of her bare chest was just glorious, everything I had
ever imagined and more.  What a fool Darren was!

   "Emily" Tom said.  I had almost forgotten he was there!  "Emily, are you
going to take your own knickers off?  Are you going to show us your vagina
voluntarily?"

   Emily just moaned in response!  Her legs were bent, her feet flat
against the chaise, and her hips pushing gently upwards, writhing in the
air.

   "Rob, let go of Emily's wrists please.  Emily - pull your knickers down
now!"

   Without hesitation, Em reached down and pulled her knickers down her
legs until they were round her ankles, then kicked them off.  The smell of
her perfume now mixed intoxicatingly with the scent of her arousal.  Her
knees were pressed together and her body was still wriggling slightly.

   {CLICK}

   "Emily - open your legs; show all of us your most intimate parts!"

   Emily didn't move for a moment and I thought she was going to refuse. 
But then, to my amazement, she put her right foot on the floor and spread
her legs wide.  The sight of her - completely opened to Jo, Tom and I was
stunning.  I realised my mouth was literally hanging open!  Emily's dark
public hair was neatly trimmed.  Her vagina was pink and slick, her inner
labia protruding slightly from her outer labia.

   "What now Emily?" Tom asked.

   Em just moaned.

   "I asked you a question Emily!"

   "I ...  need ...  to ...  get ...  OFF - PLEASE!"

   Jo stepped forward and beckoned to me.  I looked quizzical as she knelt
in front of Em's wide-spread legs.  She pulled me down so that we were side
by side.  Surely she wasn't going to ...!  But then she put a hand behind
my head and maneuvered us next to each other, before gently kissing Emily's
pussy.  I couldn't believe my eyes!  Jo gestured for me to do likewise, and
I closed my eyes as I tasted her for the very first time.  Emily groaned
and started to writhe, pressing her wet pussy up against me.  Jo squeezed
her mouth next to mine, and our tongues touched as we licked Emily
thoroughly.  Her juices were flowing freely out of her vaginal opening,
over our tongues and down to her little anus.

   "Jo, may I suggest something?" Tom asked.  Jo looked up at him.  "Rob,
would you please take care of Emily's upper half and Jo - stand up!  Great;
now push the two middle fingers of your right hand gently inside Emily, and
press your left hand over her clit.

   I watched as Jo stood and arranged herself as requested.  I went to work
kissing Em's mouth and sweet breasts.  Jo slowly and carefully pressed two
fingers up inside Emily.  Emily grunted.

   "Now Jo," Tom said, "curl your fingers to rub Emily's G-spot.  Make
'come here' motions...."

   Jo did so and, almost immediately, Emily began to buck hard.  I had to
latch on to her nipple to stay in contact!  Em was sweating and heaving and
making unintelligible noises.  Then, suddenly, she reached down with both
hands and pulled Jo's fingers out of her vagina before shouting "I'm
cumming!"; this was followed by a stream of clear liquid shooting from her
pussy and splashing on to the floor.  She lay convulsing with her orgasm as
Jo and I looked on, stunned.

   "What...?  Is she OK?" Jo asked.

   "It seems that Emily is fortunate enough to be able to ejaculate," Tom
responded.

   "Is it ...  urine?!" I asked.

   "No," Tom laughed.  "It's a fluid similar to a man's ejaculate that
carries his sperm.  It's just watery...."

   Em was still shaking, but with a big grin on her face, as Jo went and
put her arms round her, hugging her close.

   "Em ...  that was ...  beautiful!" she said, kissing her again on the
lips.  Em pulled her blindfold off and hung on to Jo.

   "Thank you ...  thank you all!" Emily panted, "That was ...  amazing;
I've never felt anything like it!"

   What a day!



   Brighton Rocks 14

   Tom excused himself to go and upload or download or something-load his
photographs, leaving Jo, Em and I to recover.  Emily hugged us each in
turn; she seemed to be quite exhausted, but very relaxed.

   "You two must think I'm a complete weirdo!" she said.  "I'm so
embarrassed."

   "Don't be silly!" Jo replied, pulling her into another hug.  "You ... 
we ...  were all caught up in the moment.  I thought you ...  squirting
like that ...  was cool.  I never even knew that was possible!"

   "Me neither", I said with silly grin.

   "It's never happened to me before.  You two ...  you mean a lot to me.
Jo, do you think I'm ...  you know, like ...  gay?"

   "What about me?!" Jo countered.  "Look Em, I don't think what we did
means we're lesbians, but I don't mind saying that I enjoyed it.  Maybe
we're bi?"

   "Do you need to label it?" I asked.  "It was just sex ...  great sex! 
Don't beat yourselves up about it."

   "Oh, Mr Experienced!" Jo said, nudging me.  "Just 'cos you got to make
out with two girls at the same time!"

   "I think Rob's right," Em said.  "I ...  enjoyed it too ...  with both
of you.  I really admire you Jo; you're ...  beautiful and brave.  And
you're special too Rob.  You both made me feel good.  It was so, like,
different, to being with Darren."

   "I think you're beautiful too Em," Jo responded.

   "Um, so do I!" I added, and Jo cocked an eyebrow at me.

   "Come on, let's get cleaned up."

   _________________

   I really missed the girls during school the following week.  We had
effectively become a threesome instead of a couple plus a friend.  Jo was
still my girlfriend, and I loved her very much, but we both had special
feelings for Em too, and it was clear that she felt the same way about us.
On Wednesday, we arranged to meet at the bandstand in the local park.  Jo
had received a text message from Tom; that he had chosen three photographs
from the many that he had taken.  He wanted us to come over and see them
rather than emailing; we decided to give him a call while we were all
together, and Jo pulled her mobile out and switched it to speaker-phone so
we could all talk and hear.

   "Hi Tom, it's Jo.  I'm with Rob and Em."

   "Hi guys!  How are you all?"

   "Yeah, good thanks," we chorused.

   "So tell us about the photos," I called, "What are they like?"

   "Ah, there were some good ones, if I do say so myself!" We hooted and
heckled loudly!  "But three in particular stood out," Tom continued.  "One
is of Jo, one of Jo and Rob together, and there's one of Emily.  I've
printed the ones with Jo on to large canvasses to go in the gallery; I have
a smaller print of you Emily, because your face is showing and I'm guessing
you don't want it displayed?"

   "Thanks Tom, no," Emily replied, "...  but I am looking forward to
seeing it!"

   "Are you all free to come over on Friday evening?  I'm having a couple
of old friends over for dinner, and I would love you to join us.  I can
show you the pictures before we eat."

   We conferred and agreed that this sounded good.

   "Also," Tom went on, "I wanted to ask if you'd all like to visit a place
called Abbey House Gardens with me on Sunday.  It has 5 acres of beautiful
gardens that are open to the public...."

   "Sounds pretty dull to be honest," I chimed in, and Jo elbowed me in the
ribs; "Rob, don't be rude!" she hissed.

   "Actually," Tom said, "there is a particular reason why I thought a
visit this Sunday would be anything but boring: It's the last day the
gardens are open for the season when the owners make it clothing-optional!"

   "You're kidding!" I said.

   "I kid you not!" Tom replied.  "Apparently the owners are naturists
themselves and a few years ago they decided to test the waters with a
clothing-optional day.  It was a great success, and they have been holding
similar events ever since."

   "That sounds awesome!" Jo exclaimed.  "You mean anyone can, like, just
strip off and walk around naked in the gardens?"

   "Yes, absolutely!  Are you up for it?"

   "Definitely!" Jo replied enthusiastically, "...  if that's OK with you
Rob?"

   "Um, I guess - although I'll have to check that I'm around on Sunday."
Personally I was pretty lukewarm about the idea of stripping off with a
load of strangers in the gardens of a big old house; but the idea of the
girls doing it was a turn-on!

   "I'm away," Emily said, looking in her diary.  "We're going to visit my
brother at uni this weekend.  To be honest, I don't think I would have had
the guts to do it ...  but I would love to have seen you go for it Jo!" Jo
stuck her tongue out at Em and they giggled.

   "Let's talk about it on Friday," Tom said.  "Shall I pick you up from
school again like last week?"

   "That would be great thanks Tom," Jo replied.  "Hey, I can wear my white
silk dress; would that be OK for dinner Tom?"

   "Perfect!  See you then."

   We stayed and snogged for a while in the bandstand before heading home.
I wasn't sure whether I preferred kissing the girls, or watching them kiss
each other!

   ___________________

   4pm on Friday arrived and at last I could put school behind me
foranother week.  I picked up my bag with a change of clothes and headed
out to Tom's car.  The Range Rover gleamed in the afternoon sunlight and I
noticed some admiring glances from friends.  Tom and I drove over to the
girls' school and spotted Jo and Em waiting for us in their school
uniforms. They settled themselves in the back and we set off for Tom's
place.

   "God, it's hot isn't it?!" Jo exclaimed.

   "You're welcome to take off a few layers!" Tom suggested.

   "I only have one layer!" Jo replied.  The girls were both wearing only
their dresses; their cardigans must have been in their bags - or abandoned
at school.

   "Well, take it off then!" said Em.

   "After you!"

   "You wish!"

   I wished....

   Jo unbuttoned her dress and slipped it off her shoulders, so that it
fell around her waist.

   "That feels much better." She reached down and pulled her shoes off,
then her white socks.  "Umm," she sighed, wriggling her toes.  "Em, you
don't know what you're missing."

   Em promptly bent over and took off first one shoe, then the other.  Her
socks followed and she too sighed with pleasure.  A short while later the
car turned on to the unmade road, and we knew that we were nearing Tom's
house.  Jo pulled her dress back over her shoulders but didn't bother to
button it.  The middle of her plain, white bra broke up the stretch of
soft, white skin running from her neck to her belly button.

   Tom stopped the car and we climbed out, the girls carrying their shoes
and socks, and all of us juggling bags of clothes.  Tom lead us into the
kitchen, on the far side of which two stands had been placed with sheets
covering the pictures that were evidently displayed on them.

   "No peeking!" Tom shouted as Jo and Em headed straight for the stands.
"Come and sit down, and I'll get some drinks."

   We sat impatiently at the table until Tom came over with drinks and a
large, cardboard folder.

   "The picture of Emily is in here," he said, placing it on the table. 
"But ...  Em - you have to get naked if you want to see it!"

   "Oh Tom!" Em moaned, "that's not fair!"

   Jo and I started chanting, "Off, off, off!" and clapping our hands. 
Em's face reddened but she realised that she was outnumbered.  She bowed to
the inevitable and started unbuttoning her school dress from the top.  I
hadn't seen her naked since the previous week at Tom's house, and I was
excited for Em's beautiful body to be revealed again.  The look on Jo's
face told me that she was thinking much the same thing.

   Em finished unbuttoning and sat still, with her hands in her lap, her
head down and her long, dark hair falling over her face.

   "Come on Em," Jo chided.  She stood behind Emily and gently pushed the
dress off her shoulders.  Em didn't resist as Jo pulled her to her feet and
the dress fell down around her ankles.  Emily was wearing a light blue bra
and matching knickers, perfectly modest, but emphasising her curves even as
they covered them.  Jo undid the bra and ran her hands across the top of
Em's smooth back to push it down her arms.  Em herself finished the job,
and then put her hands over her breasts.  Jo knelt and eased Em's knickers
down, over her buttocks, down her thighs and then off her feet.  Em's
neatly trimmed pubic hair disappeared from sight as she sat down again and
crossed her long legs.  One foot bobbed up and down, betraying her anxiety.

   "Good!" Tom declared, and opened the folder.

   The photograph was beguiling.  It was in a high contrast black and
white, with a grainy finish.  It showed Em sitting on the chaise longue,
one bare foot on top of the other.  She still had on her underwear and,
although her head was tilted down, her eyes must have just looked directly
into the lens.  Her wide eyes were a spellbinding combination of fear, lust
and uncertainty.  Like all good pictures, it drew the viewer in and made
you ask questions: Who was this girl?  What was happening to her?  What was
her story?  What would become of her?

   "I love it Tom!" Em exclaimed.  "It's perfect!  Thank you."

   "And now...." Tom declared in a showman's voice, walking over to the two
stands, "the moment you've all been waiting for ...  oh, you two still seem
to be dressed!"

   Jo and I looked at each other, and then without hesitation began to pull
our uniforms off, dropping articles of clothing on the table and the floor
in our hurry.  We were both quickly naked and, I have to say, both
comfortable in our nudity.

   Tom took hold of one of the sheets and lifted it off the canvas
underneath.  The picture was of Jo, dressed in the white bloomers and
holding the riding crop.  The mask covering her face gave her an air of
mystery and there was a slight, enigmatic smile playing across her lips. 
Brown mud streaked her white feet and ankles, like a parody of a pair of
boots.  Her breasts looked soft and gentle and achingly feminine.

   "Jo ...  you look beautiful", I said.

   "Amen to that!" Em whispered.

   "Oh thank you Rob, Em!  And thank you Tom; it's fabulous!"

   Tom acknowledged her thanks with a nod and took hold of the other sheet.
When he lifted it off there was a collective intake of breath.  If the
first picture had been beautiful, subtle and humorous, this one was highly
erotic.  Jo stood in front of me, naked but for her mask.  Her back was
arched, her head laying back on my shoulder.  Her hands were behind my
head, and I was kissing the side of her neck.  My hands were on either side
of her waist, framing her belly; her breasts stood proudly on her chest,
nipples pointed; you could just make out the bottom of her ribs; a triangle
of pubic hair hid her most intimate parts.  What the viewer could not see,
but what we all knew, was that I was buried deeply inside her at that
moment.

   "Oh ...  my ...  God!" Em exclaimed.  "That is breathtaking!"

   Jo's eyes were like saucers as she gazed at the photograph, one hand
over her mouth.  "Tom - that is astonishing!  I can't believe it's me ...
us!" I just nodded.

   "Thank you all.  I'm so glad you like them.  I don't often print colour
portraits, but it was appropriate for these two.  They are going to look
fantastic in the gallery."

   "I can't believe that hundreds of people will be feasting their eyes on
my naked body!" Jo laughed.  "Thank God for the masks!"

   "Why don't you three go and get ready for dinner.  Greg and Lucy - my
other guests - will be arriving at 6pm."



   Brighton Rocks 15

   I took a shower and changed into some black jeans, a white shirt and
black jacket, and was back in the kitchen way before the girls.  Why does
it take them so long to get ready?!

   I helped Tom prepare canapes, and set the table in the dining room while
he put together starters, and starting preparing a main course and deserts.
I wasn't used to eating fancy dinners, and had no idea in which order to
place the gleaming silver cutlery until Tom explained what went where. 
Likewise there were three glasses for everybody, despite each of us - I was
pretty sure - having only one mouth!

   Back in the kitchen Tom seemed to have everything under control.  Was
there anything this guy couldn't do?  He excused himself and went to change
while I checked out the music collection on his iPod.  Some of it was
ancient stuff from the 1960s, but there was more modern music as well as
jazz and classical.  I thought that Kenny G might be a good bet, and soon
had saxophone solos soaring from Tom's Bose speakers, which were discreetly
hidden in each room downstairs.

   The girls were still not ready when Tom returned in a pair of chinos and
a graphite grey, V-necked T-shirt.  I realised he was pretty well-built and
guessed he must go to a gym to keep in shape.  Or perhaps he had one tucked
away in the house somewhere; it was certainly large enough.

   "Good choice of music Rob," Tom complimented.  "How are the girls
getting on?"

   I was just about to reply that I would go and check, when Jo and Emily
came into the kitchen.  Both Tom and I stopped in our tracks: now I
realised why they took their time, as they had been transformed from gauche
schoolgirls into graceful and gorgeous young women.  Emily had on a black,
knee-length, strapless dress and black high-heeled shoes.  Her smooth
shoulders and shapely legs were bare.  Her hair was pulled back in a
ponytail.  Jo was wearing the silk dress Tom had bought for her, with
several buttons undone on the front.  Underneath she had on a white silk
camisole with a lace trim along the top and delicate straps over her
shoulders, and the outline of a pair of white lace French knickers could be
seen.  Jo was barefoot, with her toe-nails painted deep red, and her glossy
blonde hair fell in loose waves.  Both girls had on a little make-up, and
both looked about 2 or 3 years older than they actually were.

   "Wow!" Tom exclaimed.

   "God!  You both look ...  fantastic!" I added.

   The girls smiled shyly, but you could tell that they were pleased with
the reaction.  While I stood gawping, Tom offered the girls drinks.  They
decided to stick to orange juice and were giggling together about something
or other when the front doorbell rang.

   "That'll be Lucy and Greg," Tom explained, and went to let them in.

   We wandered through to the lounge and noticed that Tom had left the two
canvasses on display.  Jo was just suggesting we cover them when Tom
returned with his friends.

   "Guys, I would like to introduce you to Lucy and Greg, old friends of
mine ...  and Sarah's ...  from university.  This is Rob ...  Jo ...  and
Emily."

   We exchanged greetings and I had a nagging feeling that I recognised
Lucy from somewhere; but couldn't place her.  She was maybe 5 foot 6 inches
tall, with very dark hair cut in a long bob, with the sides slightly longer
than the back.  She was slim and attractive and looked to be in her late
twenties.  Her crisp white shirt and jeans were casual but elegant, and
she'd completed her outfit with a paid of cowboy boots.  Greg must have
been the same age, with close cropped hair and an open, engaging face.  He
was the type of person one immediately warmed to, with laughter lines
around his eyes and an easy-going nature.  He too was in jeans but with a
Sussex University rugby shirt over the top.

   "Have we met before?" Emily asked Lucy and Greg.  She clearly thought
that Lucy ...  and Greg ...  looked familiar too.

   Lucy glanced at Greg and smiled.  "Not 'met' exactly, but Greg and I
were at Tom's gallery for the recent ...  um ...  'exhibition', if you'll
excuse the pun!"

   Jo's hands flew up over her mouth.  "Oh my God!" she exclaimed.  "How
embarrassing!  Tom ...."

   "Hey, hold on a minute," Greg interrupted with a chuckle.  "Lucy and I
have to take the blame for this.  Jo - we were blown away by your
performance at the gallery.  Tom refused to tell us your identity, but
eventually agreed to gather us together for dinner ...  on condition that
we maintain absolute confidentiality.  You have nothing to worry about; we
just wanted a chance to see you again ...  as it were ...  and to say that,
genuinely, you were very impressive."

   "Yes," Lucy confirmed, "not just because you were ...  are ... 
beautiful; but your poise - and confidence, were extraordinary.  We
couldn't believe it when Tom told us that were only 16!"

   "Well ...  thank you ...  I guess," Jo replied.  "But ...  it's just ...
hell, you've seen me naked!  And now we're going to have dinner together.
It just seems kinda weird!"

   Lucy continued to reassure Jo as Tom passed around the canapes and then
popped open the cork on a bottle of champagne.

   "I thought we should treat this as a celebration," he declared, "of
youth and beauty, and fun and adventures!"

   We all sipped the delicious drink, and Em giggled as the bubbles tickled
her nose.

   "And as a celebration of these two stunning photographs!" Lucy added,
wandering over to the two canvasses.  "You two both look amazing.  Great
job Tom!"

   "Thank you.  I couldn't have done it without excellent models." I was
glad I had been standing behind Jo in the photograph!  "Right ...  come on
and sit down in the dining room.  It's time to eat!" Tom announced, saving
any further embarrassment for Jo and I.

   As we tucked into a starter of prawns and smoked salmon, Jo asked, "So,
you were all at uni together, is that right?"

   "Yes," Lucy replied.  "We - Tom, Greg, Sarah and I - all met in our
first year.  Greg and Tom had rooms next door to each other, and Sarah and
I bumped into each other when we were trying to sort out new bank accounts
in the campus bank."

   "Greg and I spotted the girls in the bar one night in the first week. 
Got chatting ...  hit it off; and we've been good friends ever since," Tom
continued.  "Well, better than good friends in the sense that Sarah and I
ended up getting married, and so did Greg and Lucy.  After Sarah died,
these two saved me from disappearing into a bottle."

   "Wow, that's cool!" Em chimed in.  "I can't wait to go to uni.  My
brother's there night now and he loves it."

   "We certainly had some good times," Greg added.  "The parties, the cheap
beer, the games we played...."

   "What games were those?" asked Jo with a sparkle in her eyes.

   "Ah," said Tom.  "The kind of games you've started playing!"

   "You mean ...  like, getting naked and stuff?"

   "Well, it didn't start out that way.  We used to play cards and other
betting games, but were all impoverished students - so instead of betting
for money, we quickly started playing for favours and dares."

   "Like what?" I asked.

   "Oh, you know ...  do the others' washing for a week; carry someone's
bags around for a day.  And then it developed into things like, 'kiss the
person sitting to your right'; 'flash the person across from you' and so
on."

   "Do you remember when I had to run topless around the accommodation
block, and the old guy who worked in the cafe saw me?  His eyes nearly
popped out of his head!" Lucy collapsed in laughter.

   "But it was Sarah who seemed to get the toughest time," Tom said.  "It
was that time leading up to the hockey calendar that really kicked things
off ...."

   _________________________

   Greg, Tom, Lucy and Sarah had been sitting on the floor in Greg's dorm
room playing poker one evening.  Sarah was losing badly, and had already
pledged to clean all their rooms, wash and iron their clothes for a week,
and go shopping to maintain their supplies of snacks.

   "I can't pledge any more favours," Sarah complained, after losing yet
again, "I'll never have any time to do anything else.  Tom ...  take pity
on your beautiful, kind, loving girlfriend!"

   "Hmm," Tom considered.  "How about you do some dares from now on
instead?"

   "Yes, anything; just no more horrid jobs for you lot!" Sarah replied.

   "OK.  I dare you to ...  undress down to your underwear?" Tom suggested.

   "What?!  Are you crazy?" Sarah replied, giving Tom a shove.

   "Go on Sarah," Greg encouraged, "it'll be a laugh!"

   "For you maybe.  Men!  Come on Luce; help me out here?"

   Lucy bit her lip, but didn't say anything.

   "Oh, not you too?!"

   "It seems only fair," Lucy said.  "After all, you do owe us...."

   "Fine!" Sarah said, and pulled her T-shirt over her head before throwing
it at Tom.  She pulled off her shoes and threw one at Greg and the other at
Lucy, both of whom ducked and laughed.  Sarah stood up in her black bra and
unbuttoned her jeans.  She wriggled them down her legs and chucked them at
Tom.

   "Happy now?"

   "Almost," Tom replied.  "But you forgot your socks."

   "Socks are underwear," Sarah retorted.

   "Not in my book," Tom countered.

   With a theatrical sigh, Sarah pulled off each sock, rolled them into a
ball and then tried unsuccessfully to shove them into Tom's mouth.  They
collapsed into a tangle on the floor, while Tom tickled Sarah until she
begged for mercy.  She made quite a sight, her long blonde hair contrasting
with her black bra and knickers.

   "Let's play another hand," Greg suggested, "give Sarah a chance to win
something back."

   "You're on!" Sarah replied, sitting with her legs folded under her and
pushing her hair over her shoulders.  "But we need to decide what the
stakes are...."

   "Let's all bet items of clothing," Tom proposed.

   "I'm not taking anything else off!" Sarah replied.

   "OK, listen.  We'll credit you 5 'virtual' items of clothing ...  if you
walk down the stairs, across the lawn to the oak tree, and back again."

   "Sounds too good to be true," Sarah replied, reaching for her T-shirt.

   "Dressed as you are Sarah, you dope!" Tom clarified.

   "Oh, what?!  Come on guys...!"

   "Go on Sarah," Lucy encouraged, "it's dark anyway, nobody will see you.
And even if they do, it's no different to having a bikini on!"

   "A bikini on a cold, dark night ...  right!" Sarah retorted.  She
sighed, "OK, I must be mad, but here goes nothing."

   Sarah stood up and made her way to the door.  She opened it and stuck
her head out into the corridor, which was, thankfully, empty.  With the
others behind her, Sarah stepped out on to the cold, hard tiles.  "It's
bloody cold!" she hissed, clasping her arms across her chest.

   "Don't be a wuss!" Tom replied.

   Sarah began tip-toeing down the corridor towards the stairs.  It
remained quiet and deserted.  As she started to descend, there was the
sound of a door opening behind them.  Sarah squealed and walked more
quickly down the stairs, followed by Tom, Greg and Lucy.  Sarah reached the
bottom and peeped round the corner.  Again, all was quiet, and she padded
across to the outside door and peered out.  Seeing no-one, Sarah pushed
open the door and stepped out on to the path.  At that moment, a couple of
students holding hands came around the corner and broke into broad grins at
the sight of Sarah.

   "Didn't you forget something!" the guy shouted, "Like, clothes?!"

   "What's going on?" his girlfriend asked.

   "Oh, Sarah's just lost a bet and agreed to pay it off by walking to the
tree and back in her underwear," Tom explained.

   "Aren't you cold?" the girl asked.

   "Of course I am!" Sarah responded, "and, if you don't mind, I'm going to
get this over with."

   So saying she stepped off the path on to the dew covered grass.

   "God, this is even chillier!" Sarah shouted, and marched over to the oak
tree.  She touched its gnarled bark, and then turned back towards the
others; who all clapped as she reached them.

   "I hope you're happy!" Sarah said accusingly, but her grin suggested
that, although embarrassed, she had enjoyed the experience.  She lead the
way back to the door of the dorm and entered, leaving wet footprints on the
tiles until her feet dried off as she climbed the stairs.  As she reached
the top, there was a wolf-whistle.  A long-haired student in a black
leather jacket had just come out of his room and almost walked into Sarah.
His eyes scanned up and down her, and Sarah blushed before pushing past and
heading for Greg's room.

   "That was very cool!" Greg said, as they settled themselves back down.

   "It was bloody freezing!" Sarah replied.  "Tom, I can't believe you made
me do that!  Don't you care that other people got to see me in my bra and
knickers?"

   "Not at all," Tom replied.  "You look fantastic in your bra and
knickers!"

   Sarah leaned over and kissed him.

   "Break it up you two, let's play," Greg said.

   "One item of clothing to be in the game," Tom announced, and pulled off
his shoes.  Greg and Lucy did likewise, and sat cross-legged.  "Sarah -
you're down one credit."

   Sarah looked at her cards and folded.  Greg did likewise.  Lucy and Tom
decided to stay in.  Tom pulled his sweater over his head and Lucy slipped
her socks off.  Another card was turned over in the centre and this time
Lucy folded and Tom put his socks back on and left his shoes as his opening
bet for the next hand.

   Greg pulled his socks off and Lucy took a deep breath before taking her
T-shirt off, revealing a plain pink bra.  Sarah grinned: "Now you know how
I feel!"

   They all checked their cards and Greg folded.  Sarah decided to call and
Tom and Lucy stayed in too.  As the hand played out, Lucy had to take off
her jeans, much to her embarrassment, leaving her in the same state of
undress as Sarah.  Greg eyed his girlfriend lustfully.  Sarah was down to
three credits, and then to two as she held her nerve.  Tom gave nothing
away as he pulled off his T-shirt to remain in the game.

   Lucy decided to fold at the next opportunity and Sarah and Tom faced off
against each other.  Sarah went for broke and raised, using her last two
credits.  Tom looked her in the eye, before raising again, leaving him in
just boxer shorts.

   "If you want to stay in the game, you're going to have to take off the
bra or the knickers," Tom said.

   Sarah gulped and closed her eyes.  Then, with trembling hands, she
reached behind her back and undid the catch on her bra.

   "Sar..." Lucy said, before her voice petered out.

   "It's OK Luce."

   Sarah slipped the bra down her arms and placed it on the floor next to
her.  She made no attempt to cover herself, and Tom, Greg and Lucy all
feasted their eyes on her breasts, which were heaving up and down with her
rapid, nervous breaths.  The cards were revealed and everyone realised that
Sarah had been bluffing.  Tom recovered his lost clothes, and Sarah's,
leaving her almost naked in front of her friends.

   "Double or quits Tom!" she suddenly said.  "Just you and me, one on one.
Flip a coin - heads or tails.  If I win, you strip."

   "You're on," Tom replied.  "If you win, I strip.  But if I win, you
repeat the oak tree walk of shame ...  naked."

   "OK," Sarah said in a small voice.

   You could have heard a pin drop as Tom pulled a coin from his pocket. 
Lucy and Greg watched intently as the tension in the room mounted.  Tom
flipped the coin and caught it on the back of one hand, covering it with
the other.

   "Heads," Sarah called.

   Tom looked at her for a long moment.  "Are you sure you want to do this
Sarah?"

   She nodded.

   "It's ...  tails Sarah," Tom declared and showed the coin around the
room.

   "No!" Sarah shouted, and put her hands over her face.  "Tom ...  Can I
change my mind.  I'm really sorry.  I just got carried away...."

   "Would you have let me off Sarah?"

   "I ...  I guess not."

   "I know you wouldn't.  Which is why you need to take your knickers off
now my love!"

   "Oh Tom.  I just can't ...  not in front of Greg and Luce....  Please
have pity!"

   "No pity sweetheart; get 'em off!"

   "Tom," Lucy interrupted, "give her a second chance...."

   "I'll tell you what," Tom said, "I will let you off ...  if you can
persuade your team mates in the hockey team to pose for a naked calendar to
raise money for charity.  I can take the photographs and I will make sure
they are tasteful ...  like that calendar the Women's Institute did a while
ago."

   "Um ...  OK, I'll do it," Sarah replied uncertainly, "but I don't know
if I'll be able to pull it off."

   "If you don't, then you must honour the original bet and get completely
naked for us all.  Deal?"

   "Deal!" Sarah said.



   Brighton Rocks 16

   "Oh my God!  What a laugh!" Jo exclaimed.  "Sarah sounds like my kinda
gal!  Did she manage to persuade the hockey team to get their kit off?"

   "She did, Jo," Lucy replied, "and I should know, because I was in the
team!"

   "And I did get to take the photographs!" Tom added.

   "Cool!" I said, and then wished I had stayed quiet as Jo gave me a look.

   Tom started to clear the dishes from the first course, and Jo and Greg
got up to help.

   "So, Emily," Lucy asked, "how do you feel about what Jo has been doing?"

   "I can't believe how brave she is.  When I first saw her walking along
the road naked in Lewes I was sooo shocked!  It makes me feel sick with
fear just thinking about stripping off in front of people!"

   "Why do you think that is?  Do you like your body?"

   "I dunno.  I've always been pretty shy about it.  And now I think I'm
too tall, and my boobs are too big ...  and I'm too fat...."

   "What?!" I exclaimed.  "Em, are you serious?  You're ...  stunning!"

   "That's really sweet of you Rob, but you're just saying that."

   "I doubt that Emily," Lucy said.  "Rob's right: By any definition you
are an exceptionally beautiful girl.  Remember that you're young and your
body has changed a lot in the last few years.  I know from experience that
it takes some time to get your head around it.  Some girls find it easier
than others."

   "Darren ...  my ex-boyfriend ...  used to say I was overweight.  He was
very critical ...  I guess I just came to see myself that way."

   "Darren was a pr**ck!" I said angrily.

   "Emily," Lucy said gently, "it's very important for a girl of your age
to have a realistic and positive body image.  Otherwise you could become
anorexic and depressed."

   "What's this about anorexia and depression?" Tom asked, as he and Jo
came back in carrying dishes of chicken caserole and potatoes.

   "Emily was just telling us that she's fat and ugly!" I volunteered.

   "What?!" Jo blurted, "are you crazy sweetie?!"

   "I already told her...."

   "...  that she's gorgeous I hope," Jo finished for me.

   "Of course."

   Greg sat down, looking concerned.  "Emily, I don't really know you but,
for what it's worth, and with all due respect to the other ladies here, you
are genuinely one of the most beautiful girls I have seen in a long time.
You could be a model easily."

   "Thank you all," Emily said, and there were tears in her eyes.  Jo put
her arm around her.

   "Hey, I forgot to ask," Tom said, changing the subject, "are you up for
the visit to Abbey House Gardens Rob?"

   "I'd completely forgotten about that," Jo said.

   "Me too," I added.  "But I did check my calendar and I can't make it
anyway.  Visiting grandparents with my family...."

   "How about you Jo, do you still want to come?" Tom asked.

   "Well ...  I am free ...."

   "Oh," I said, "um ...  I assumed ...  I mean, would you be taking Jo by
herself?"

   "I'm happy to ...  if she wants to come." Tom replied.  "As I mentioned
the other day, it's the last opportunity for the year."

   "Jo?" I said.

   "Rob ...  um ...  I would really like to go.  But not if you're bothered
about it."

   "Can I think about it?" I asked.

   "Of course," Tom replied.  "Think about it, talk about.  But now, let's
eat!"

   "It's a beautiful place," Greg offered.  "Lucy and I went a couple of
years ago; we were soon totally comfortable wandering about in the nude,
along with lots of other people.  Not everyone gets naked, there's no
problem one way or the other.  But you really feel part of nature; it's
like the Garden of Eden!"

   "It does sound great," Jo said wistfully.

   "It is," Lucy confirmed.  "I think you'll regret it if you don't go.

   "OK, you go for it sweetheart.  I know you want to and I don't want to
stand in your way," I said, but felt far from comfortable.

   "Thank you darling, it'll be fine; don't worry." Jo touched my arm.

   "Excellent!" Tom said, "I'll pick you up from the seafront near the cafe
where we first met, at 9am on Sunday.  It's a couple of hours' drive, but
well worth it." It looked as though Jo was going to get naked in a public
place again, with Tom ...  and without me ...  or a mask.

   "Tell us about the hockey calendar!" Jo said enthusiastically.

   ___________________

   A week after the card game Tom, Sarah, Lucy and Greg were back in Greg's
room after lectures had finished for the day.

   "So," Tom said, opening a beer, "congratulations are in order: Sarah
succeeded in persuading the hockey team to shed their kit for a charity
calendar."

   "Yes, outstanding!" Greg chimed in.

   "I have to admit, I couldn't have done it without Lucy's support. 
Thanks Luce; when you chipped in in favour, it tipped the balance."

   "Well, most of the girls thought it was a great idea anyway.  The W.I.
'Calendar Girls' made it easy.  Everybody's doing nude calendars now!"

   "When's the shoot?" Greg asked.

   "Sunday week," Tom replied, "and the girls have agreed to 'yours truly'
doing the David Bailey bit!"

   "Better hope for decent weather," Greg added.

   "You can say that again!" Lucy agreed.  "It's been pretty chilly the
last few days.  Definitely autumnal."

   "It'll be bracing!" Tom said encouragingly.  "Anyway, they're all tough
sportswomen.  And we'll make sure everyone is well fortified with alcohol!"

   + + + + + + + +

   The following Sunday, the four turned up at the tea house that adjoined
the university hockey pitches.  A group of young women in hockey kit,
together with some boyfriends and girlfriends, were gathered in the porch.
Tom's bag of vodka, orange juice, beer and wine was greeted with a cheer,
followed by boos from some when they were told in no uncertain terms that
it was for those being photographed only.  Eleven girls plus half a dozen
substitutes made up the team, ranging in age from 18 to 21 and in size from
tall and slim to stocky.

   "OK," Tom said, taking charge.  "The first shot is going to be in the
porch.  Could all those who are not in the hockey team please go inside and
stay out of the way for the moment!"

   There were jeers and whistles, but the girls in the team were in favour
of reducing the audience as far as possible, and helped to herd their other
halves inside.  Faces appeared at the windows, but the girls felt more
comfortable.  Although the air was crisp and cool, the sun was shining and
there was a great deal of excitement in the air.

   "Girls!" Tom shouted, and everybody quietened down.  "I want this to be
fun for you all.  You are going to look great ...  and raise loads of money
for the St Steven's Hospice." There were cheers from the team.

   "I am going to show you how I want you to pose and then I want you to
take off the bits of your kit that I tell you to."

   Tom made his way over and arranged each girl on the porch; some leaning
against the railing, others sitting on chairs.  They all held their sticks,
and some had hockey balls.

   "Excellent!  Now, please take off your shirts and bras!" Tom had
arranged the girls cleverly so that, although it would be clear to the
viewer that they were partially naked, their nipples would be covered by
sticks, balls or parts of the porch structure.  When all met his approval
he fired off some shots.

   "That was great everyone, well done!  You can put your shirts on again
now.  Leave the bras off.  Next shot will be in the goal mouth."

   The other boys and girls came out of the tea house.  Some hugged and
kissed their girlfriends.

   "OK, you lot stay here on the porch while we go over to the goal. 
Nobody is to come any closer!"

   "No fair!" shouted Greg, and Tom gave him a grin.

   "Girls, can you please take off your shoes and socks and leave them
here," Tom called.  Eleven girls started pulling off their hockey shoes,
long socks and shin guards.  There were several exclamations about how cold
the ground felt, and 'oohs' and 'aahs' about how soft the pitch was under
bare feet.

   The girls and Tom made their way over to the goal mouth on the furthest
pitch from the tea house.  Little would be visible to the onlookers.  Once
again Tom arranged the girls, some standing in the goal mouth and some
kneeling in front.  The girls were then instructed to remove their skirts
and knickers.  Those kneeling in front would hold their sticks between
their legs to shield their most intimate parts.  The girls standing behind,
including Sarah and Lucy, would be shielded by the heads of those in front,
but the sides of their bare legs would be visible up to their waists.  It
made a great shot.

   Tom then decided to up the ante.  "Listen everyone!  For the next shot,
I want you to take everything off and run in a group along the sideline
over there.  I want to take a long shot of you all running.  There will be
sufficient distance that 'details' will be scarcely visible.  Remember, you
all get a right of veto over the final pictures!"

   With this final piece of encouragement, the girls agreed, and started
shucking their shirts.  There was a lot of giggling ...  and jiggling ...
as the girls set off at a gentle jogging pace.  They seemed to have lost
their self-consciousness in front of Tom, probably because he was treating
the exercise so professionally.  The sense of fun and joy on the faces of
the girls as they ran was captured perfectly, and they looked glorious
against the green of the grass and trees behind.  The team came panting
back to the goal mouth and slipped on their shirts and skirts, most of them
not bothering with their knickers.  Sarah came over and pressed herself
against Tom.

   "I don't know about anyone else," she whispered, "but I am getting as
horny as hell!"

   "I'm delighted to hear it!" Tom whispered back.  "Do you think the rest
of the girls will be OK being photographed closer to other people?"

   "Yes, I think so; they're all getting pretty relaxed, and the drink
helped loosen everyone up."

   "Are you OK with it?"

   "Very!"

   "OK everybody, I want to photograph you simulating some training
exercises," Tom shouted.  He arranged the players so that some were in
defensive positions, and other attacking.  The goalkeeper stood in the
goal.

   "Right!  Attackers will be topless; defenders will be bottomless;
goalie, you will have on just your helmet and leg guards!"

   The girls shrieked as they realised how exposed they would be, but
started removing tops and skirts as directed.  Tom collected them and
walked them over to the tea house.  He then took plenty of shots from
different angles and distances.  Careful editing would ensure that none of
the final photographs would be too revealing, but Tom had the privilege of
seeing seventeen fit, young women in all their glory.

   There was applause as they returned to the tea house, and the girls
sought out their clothing.

   "Leave the kit girls!" Tom called.  I want you all naked for the next
shots!"

   Again there were shrieks.  More booze was downed, and the team were soon
bare naked and buzzing with excitement.  Tom arranged them lying on the
grass so as to create shapes and an overall 'texture', pink on green,
rather than having them viewed as individual bodies.  His inspiration was
the work of photographer Spencer Tunnick and the effect was stunning.

   "Brilliant everyone!" Tom enthused.  "For the final picture, I want you
all to bring just your sticks and a ball each, and sit at the tables in the
square outside the library."

   "But there'll be loads of people around there!" exclaimed a pretty,
blue-eyed brunette.  "We can't do that!"

   "Don't worry; I've cleared it with the University authorities.  There
will be people about, but it won't be a problem," Tom reassured her.

   "But it'll be embarrassing," another girl complained.

   "Oh, come on Zoe!" Sarah said, 'It'll be a buzz!  When are you ever
going to do anything like this again?"

   "I guess...."

   "Come on, let's go for it!" Lucy shouted and lead the way.  A huddled
group of nervous, naked hockey players followed her towards the centre of
the campus.  Soon other students began to notice the girls and gather
around.  As word spread that they were doing a nude calendar, shouts of
encouragement came from the growing crowd.  The girls started to feel like
minor celebrities, and it gave them confidence.  They sat at tables as
directed, and Tom drafted some of the clothed onlookers to walk past them
as if there was nothing out of the ordinary about seventeen naked girls
sitting out on an autumn day.  He arranged for some of the hockey players
to have drinks and ice creams, to enhance to image of normality.  Some of
the girls really started to get into the modeling, and struck poses for
each shot.

   "Thank you everybody," Tom shouted eventually, when he had finished
photographing.  "You have all been absolutely fantastic today, and I am
sure the calendar will be a big hit!"

   There were huge cheers from everyone present ...  and then the girls
realised that they had to run all the way back to the tea house, through
the large crowd of their fellow students, to retrieve their clothing.  This
was a day that would not be forgotten on campus for years to come!