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 ï>¿CBND FanFic - Claire and the Boys Next Door by cheryl

   CBND FanFic Chapter 1

   The next day was Saturday, and my parents usually spent the day at home,
working in the garden or doing normal house chores.  This day, however,
they had some work friend -(TM)s bar-b-que to attend, and I didn -(TM)t pay
close enough attention to really understand if it was my mom -(TM)s friend
or my dad -(TM)s.  All I really heard was that they -(TM)d be gone until
well after dinner.  Normally, this would be good news, but I didn -(TM)t
want the day to myself, honestly.  I was afraid of running into Tom, while
at the same time I kept peeking out the side window to watch for movement
over there.  I saw his dad in the window twice, and then gave up.  I
thought of going over to Geoff -(TM)s to use his pool, as he -(TM)d invited
me to do once, before any of this had started, but I was afraid to spend
time near his wife, for fear that our familiarity would seem odd to her.  I
thought of calling Jim, but he was just as likely as not to call Tom and,
even if he didn -(TM)t, I wasn -(TM)t sure what he -(TM)d expect of me.

   I ran down the list of girlfriends in my head, but after the first two I
called were busy, I gave up on that, realizing that I was more relieved
when they -(TM)d turned me down than disappointed.  I lounged on the floor
in front of the TV, still a little sweaty after my workout but too lazy to
go shower.  I started a show I -(TM)d been binge watching, but it held
little interest, and I found myself paying more attention to my phone and
social media than the TV.  I was so engrossed in a video meme that my phone
vibrating with an incoming message startled me.

    -œDid I see your parents leave? -

   It was from Tom.   -œThey -(TM)ll be home later, - I replied.

    -œCan I come over? -

    -œI need to shower.  I -(TM)m gross. -

    -œI doubt that -(TM)s even remotely true, but don -(TM)t worry about
it. -

   Ugh.  I ran up the stairs and checked myself in the mirror.  My pony
tail was damp and limp, with strands of hair stuck to my forehead.  My
makeup was mostly still intact, but the eyeshadow and mascara had run,
between sleep and sweat.  The neckline of my shirt was dark with my sweat,
and I could feel the moisture on my back.  I gave my pits the sniff test
but had no time to change my shirt as the doorbell rang.  I spritzed with
one of my body sprays and ran downstairs to pull open the door.

   Tom looked a little uncertain for a moment, then, like flipping a
switch, he adopted an air of confidence.  He smiled broadly and walked in
like he owned the place.   -œSorry to come over unannounced.  I wanted a
chance to talk to you alone. -

    -œI -(TM)m really gross, - I whined.   -œCan you come over later? -

    -œJim -(TM)s coming over this afternoon, - he explained, sounding
apologetic.

    -œOkay, then what do you need? -

   We walked into the family room, and I dropped to the floor,
cross-legged, leaning against the coffee table.  I didn -(TM)t want to
sweat on the couch.  Tom looked uncertain for a moment, then copied me,
leaning against the overstuffed chair that my dad always sat in to watch
TV.

    -œI -(TM)m sweaty, - I explained.   -œYou can sit on the furniture. -

    -œIt doesn -(TM)t matter that you -(TM)re sweaty, - Tom said sternly.
-œI told you that.  You look great.  You smell great.  Stop being so
self-conscious! -

   How could I explain it right?  I wanted to be at my most attractive for
these guys.  They enjoyed seeing me naked, and I enjoyed being seen.  I
wanted them to control me, to tell me what to wear, and what not to wear. I
wanted them to decide who else got to see me.  By and large, they seemed to
get it, and they seemed to enjoy their roles.  But until very recently, I
had not been the kind of person who would get to live this life.  Awkward
and plain, I had blended into the background of every room that I walked
into, and I had cultivated my persona to perpetuate that treatment.  I had
wanted to draw no attention to myself, lest other people realize just how
much I deserved to be ignored.

   Now I was different.  Physically, I was in good shape, with a strong
body.  And what a body that was!  My breasts had grown, my butt had filled
out, and my hips had broadened with the late onset of puberty, but my
slight frame had not caught up, and the result was something straight out
of a porno.  I was still enthralled and borderline disbelieving when I
looked in the mirror.

   Living as long as I had in the shadows, I had grown accustomed to being
treated as a nonentity, and I knew the snide comments that the cool people
made.  I was so good at melting into the furniture, that often people didn
-(TM)t realize that I was even there.  Hygiene, fashion, and maintaining
the perfect appearance were paramount to the shallow, and a voice in the
back of my head warned me that I was putting myself into an untenable
position.  It was a long and hard learned lesson that I should not expect
good things to last, and so, despite logic telling me that it was so, I
lived in fear of all of this crashing down around me.

   "Fine, it doesn -(TM)t matter that I'm sweaty, - I pouted.   -œWhat can
I do for you, then? -

    -œI wanted to apologize about last night, - Tom said, nervousness
seeping through his in-charge demeanor.

    -œYou already apologized.  Last night, - I reminded him.   -œAnd I
told you that you didn -(TM)t need to. -

    -œI know, but you didn -(TM)t really know -- - he trailed off.

    -œKnow what? - I asked.  Jim had made things pretty clear, and Tom had
not argued.  I thought it was all in the open.

    -œIt -(TM)s nothing, - he said, dejected.

    -œIt -(TM)s something, - I said soothingly, crawling towards him.  How
did it happen that suddenly I was the one comforting him?

    -œJim -(TM)s afraid, - he said softly, barely above a whisper,  -œthat
if I tell you, you won -(TM)t want to -- hang out with us anymore. -

    -œIs Jim the only one afraid? - I whispered back.

    -œNo, - he admitted.   -œI -(TM)m afraid of that, too. -

    -œSo you want to keep it from me so that I will keep letting you tell
me to take off my clothes? - I asked, grinning and trying to lighten the
mood.

    -œThat really shouldn -(TM)t work, - he joked back.   -œI -(TM)ve
tried it with other girls, and it only gets me slapped. -

    -œThat is odd, - I agreed solemnly.

   He sighed and leaned his head back.   -œYou know you -(TM)re the
funniest girl I know? - he asked.   -œAnd the smartest.  And the bravest.
-

    -œAnd the nakedest? - I joked.  I wasn -(TM)t comfortable with
flattery of that sort.  When they admired my body, it was easy to
understand.  I admired it, too!  But my mind had not changed with the
delayed onset of puberty, so that was hard for me to come to grips with.

    -œThat -(TM)s a bonus, - he responded.   -œBut I think it -(TM)s even
better because of the rest of you. -

   I was off balance once again.  His words sounded truthful, and his eyes
burned with sincerity, but my history wouldn -(TM)t allow me to believe
that I was special that way.  I, Claire, the human being, was a background
player at best, appearing in the credits of the movie of life as 
-œtownsperson number 2. - I -(TM)d been genetically blessed with a growth
spurt to my chest that had thrust me into the spotlight, but I knew that it
would end soon enough.  Claire the hot naked girl would become tiresome as
Townsperson Number Two -(TM)s personality came to the surface.  This was
confusing to me.

    -œStop being ridiculous. - I murmured.

    -œYou don -(TM)t really have a good understanding of yourself, Claire,
- he admonished.   -œAnd while it -(TM)s annoying that you don -(TM)t see
yourself clearly, it -(TM)s also pretty endearing. -

   I felt my face flush as I continued to stare at my lap.  My mind was
stuck, unable to think of a single thing to say to him.  I wanted to kiss
him, and I also didn -(TM)t.  I wanted to tell him that I felt the same,
and I also didn -(TM)t.  I was caught in a loop.

    -œJim -(TM)s going to be pissed that I came over to talk to you, - he
whispered.

    -œSo don -(TM)t tell him. - I snapped.  I didn -(TM)t like the thought
of Jim controlling things even when he wasn -(TM)t here.

   Tom was silent for a few seconds, staring at his hands still.  I couldn
-(TM)t get a good read on what he was thinking, although normally it was
pretty easy with him.  He just seemed very despondent, as though there was
more he wasn -(TM)t saying.  I couldn -(TM)t imagine what more there was. I
thought through the discussion, and then last night.  He -(TM)d said it
all. He liked me, and Jim was upset because that would put an end to our
naked games.  It was the same reason that I was reluctant to act on my
feelings toward him.  And there was no need to complicate things further by
confessing those feelings.  But seeing him, sitting there looking utterly
helpless, my instinct was to hug him.  And then to kiss him.  Stinky and
sweaty as I still was, that wasn -(TM)t going to happen.   -œIf you're
done, I want to go shower. -

   His face changed in an instant.  At first I interpreted it as anger, but
then I saw the smirk behind his expression, and read the teasing.   -œDamn
it, Claire!  You -(TM)re not gross, but if you -(TM)re insistent on a
shower, let -(TM)s go shower! -

   My expression was easy to read.  Shock.  I was speechless.

   He waited for a moment, until he could see that the shock was surprised,
and not offended.

    -œClothes off, right now! - he commanded.   -œEvery stich. -



   CBND FanFic Chapter 2

   His mood shift was the most surprising thing here, but my body reacted
to the thought of getting naked for him again.  This was dangerously close
to my dream, and I felt that nervous excitement spark inside the pit of my
stomach.  I moved slowly, unsure of his expectations.

    -œDoes  -~right now -(TM) not make sense to you? - he snapped, the
underlying smirk still present in his voice.  I liked the admonishing tone.

   I stood, and after half a moment -(TM)s deliberation, I pulled off my
still moist tank top.  I reached behind me and unhooked my bra.  Holding it
to my chest, I glanced toward the back door, still standing open, just the
screen between me and whoever might try to peek in.

    -œStop stalling, Claire.  When I say  -~everything off, -(TM) I mean
everything.  And when I say  -~right now, -(TM) I don -(TM)t mean a minute
from now. -

   Why was that attitude from him so sexy?  I dropped my bra to the floor
and quickly slipped my fingertips into my yoga capris and thong, pulling
them both down, then stepping out of them in the same motion.  I stood
uncertainly, feeling exposed and somehow unprepared for this.  Normally I
know that nudity is coming, and I -(TM)m mentally prepared for it.  My
brain is ahead of my body, and there -(TM)s a certain sense of freeing
relief that comes from it.  This was different.  It came on suddenly.  Less
than thirty seconds prior, we -(TM)d been depressed, fighting to deny our
feelings toward one another.

    -œUpstairs, - he insisted, stopping me when I tried to pick up my
discarded clothes.  He slapped my butt every other step as I ran up the
staircase, giggling.  I led him into my bedroom, where I stopped
uncertainly in the middle of the floor.   -œIs this where you shower,
Claire? - he teased.

   I shook my head, and led him down the hallway to the bathroom.  At his
direction I started the water and then stepped in to the spray.  There was
something extremely erotic to me as I stood there, letting the warm water
wash over my body, and knowing he was watching.  I felt uncertain and
clumsy.  I wanted to be sexy, but had no idea how to shower erotically. 
The clear glass doors hid nothing from him, and allowed me to watch him as
he watched me.  He sat on the edge of the tub, and I smiled as I saw him
adjust his shorts, moving the bulge underneath to what I assumed was a more
comfortable position.  He had me turn off the water once I was fully wet,
and I shampooed.  I felt even more electricity in the air as I stood
scrubbing the peach scented foam into my hair.  I always closed my eyes for
this activity, and as I tried to peek through my eyelashes to reorient
myself to him, it stung.

   Standing there, naked, exposed, wet, a little cold, and blind, while
knowing he was there, watching intently, was extremely arousing.  The
feelings were overwhelming as my ears seemed to reach out, trying to hear
any hint of his movement over the dull hum of the vent fan.  My sense of
touch, too, seemed on heightened alert, and my skin bristled with the
sensual energy in the room.

    -œMay I rinse? - My voice came out barely above a whisper, a little
gravelly with my nervousness.

    -œOf course, - came his voice.  He was still where he had been.  I was
a little surprised that I could tell, almost exactly, where he was.  His
head was lower, because of his seated position, and he was still over on
the edge of the tub.  In my blindness, I had imagined him rising, now
standing much closer.

   I turned the water back on, and had to adjust the temperature several
times as I rinsed the shampoo from my long, thick hair.  The water in the
pipes had not had the opportunity to cool, but my shower control included a
single handle that rotated from off to hot, and finding that perfect
temperature was always a matter of slight degrees.

   The water off once again, I applied my conditioner, and then my body
wash.  Although I was fully clean, he seemed to enjoy watching me soap
myself up, and had me do it again and again, finally without the wash
cloth.

    -œYour tits still look dirty, - he teased.  Then,  -œI think you
missed a spot by your pussy. - And,  -œAre you sure your ass is clean? -

   Finally, covered in goose flesh from the cool air of the bathroom on my
wet skin, I turned the water back on and rinsed the conditioner out of my
tresses, allowing the water to flow down my body and take care of the soap
there.

   When I turned off the water the final time, he looked at me uncertainly,
holding my towel in his hand.   -œCan I dry you? - he stammered.  I found
it extremely endearing that, after everything, he was still unsure of the
limits.

   In response, I stepped out of the shower onto my bath mat, and held my
arms to the side, giving a small nod.  He was respectful, but thorough as
he painstakingly dried my body, paying special attention to my breasts and
butt.  He seemed unsure about the area between my legs, and completely
ignored my hair, which meant that water kept dripping, running down my
back. I wasn -(TM)t sure what kind of permission he would think I was
giving him, but I was aching to feel his hands, even with the towel as a
barrier between us, on my crotch.

    -œYou missed my hair, - I whispered.

   He looked up uncertainly, and then patted my head, squeezing the long
hair into the towel, absorbing much of the water, then took another pass
down my back, paying special attention to my butt once again, and my legs,
where droplets had run to my feet.

   He -(TM)d missed the subtlety, which I supposed I could understand, but
it meant that I would have to be a bit bolder, which was not a role I liked
to take.   -œYou missed my other hair, too, - I breathed, so quiet I was
surprised he heard me.

   He stiffened, shocked for a moment, before he tentatively made his way
back around to the front of me.  I don -(TM)t know if his intent was
dominance, respect, nervousness, or awkwardness, but the result moistened
me more than the towel dried me.  He stared me directly in the eyes, a
small smile on his lips, his eyes alight with excitement, as he took a
small, mostly-dry corner of the towel and very gently scrubbed it along my
pubic bush, and then down, pressing my mons, the back of his hand, bare and
uncovered by the towel, contacting the skin on my thigh.

   With tenderness and a certain leisureness, he slowly ran the towel over
and over my skin in possibly the most intimate moment of my life to date,
and my body reacted much stronger than I had expected, and I feared that my
dream would become a reality, and I would collapse in orgasm.  While there
was a certain appeal to that outcome, it mortified more than excited, and
so I finally whispered,  -œI think you got it. -

   He handed me the towel and after a moment, I dried my hair the rest of
the way.  Not wanting to spend an hour with the blow drier and flat iron, I
put my damp hair in a tight, off-center braid on the back of my head.  I
quickly applied a little eye liner, mascara, blush, and body lotion (which
he enjoyed watching me rub in), and then walked with him back to my
bedroom.

    -œWhat would you like me to wear? - I demurred.  I was a little more
anxious than normal to get some clothes on.  I knew that my body showed
certain signs of arousal, and while my hard nipples might be dismissed as a
reaction to the cool air of the house as compared to the more humid air in
the bathroom after the shower, I had seen the bright pink skin and
blossoming of my vagina in the bathroom mirror.  Although more easily
overlooked than the visible signs of arousal of a naked guy, I was ashamed
by my reactions to him, especially considering his recent confessions of
feelings for me.

    -œNothing.  Ever, - he sighed in response.   -œNot a stitch.  You look
like a dream. -

   I was slightly nervous that he would want to keep me naked indefinitely.
A big part of me reveled in that, for several reasons.  I really thrilled
to his enjoyment of my body.  To all of them, really.  Any and all guys. 
But Tom -(TM)s more so.  I had delighted to the morning I had wandered
around the house naked, but had not had the confidence to do it again.  But
it would be impossible to hide my sexual excitement if I had to keep wiping
my pussy.

   I don -(TM)t know what expression was on my face, but he reacted
quickly.  -œI didn -(TM)t mean anything by that.  You can get dressed.  I
-(TM)m sorry I said that! -

   I smiled at him.   -œYou just caught me off guard, - I replied.  I didn
-(TM)t want him to feel bad, and it was becoming apparent that I felt that
way regardless of my own discomfort.   -œMy parents aren -(TM)t going to be
home for a while, and I suddenly pictured myself running around the house
naked for hours and hours! -

    -œHmm, - he smiled back, still a little nervous.   -œThat -(TM)s a
hell of a picture! -

   I looked toward my closet longingly, still wanting some cover, and then
turned toward him, trying to sound as cheery as possible.   -œSo, naked it
is.  What are we doing, then? -

   That caught him a little off guard, and it was obvious that he hadn
-(TM)t thought of much beyond that.   -œWhat were you going to do? - he
asked.

    -œWell, I was avoiding taking a shower, and then I was just going to
hang out.  Watch TV.  Maybe go shopping.  No real plans. -

    -œNone of your friends around? - he asked, sounding genuinely shocked.

    -œI called a few of them this morning, but no one was available, and I
was just in kind of a hang out at home mood, - I confessed, being too
honest with him again.

    -œWell, you look great, - he said, eyeing me from toes to chest and
then back down,  -œbut I think maybe I should let you put something on. 
Jim is going to be at my house soon, and if he comes over here, I don
-(TM)t think it would be good if you were already naked. -

    -œAlready? - I asked, unable to suppress the grin.

   He smiled wickedly back at me.   -œBut what to let you wear?  For now, I
mean, - he wondered, waggling his eyebrows like a cartoon villain.

   We stood in silence for a moment.  I wasn -(TM)t going to suggest
anything, because that wasn -(TM)t the way this worked.  He needed to tell
me what to wear, but that didn -(TM)t stop me from running through options
in my head; some sexy, like my thongs or bikini, some less so, like my
workout clothes, or jeans.

    -œWhat would you think if I made a rather...  um...  bold suggestion?
- he asked, snapping me out of my reverie.

    -œBold? - I inquired, raising my eyebrows in genuine curiosity.

    -œJim -(TM)ll be at my house in about 20 minutes, - he started.  
-œWhat if we came over, and you were...  prepared for us?  Like, kind of
like a joke.  A really sexy joke. -

    -œWhat did you have in mind? - I already knew that I would probably go
along with whatever he said, but I wanted to know all the same, before I
agreed.

    -œYou -(TM)re not going to get upset? - he clarified.

    -œYou know the rules, - I soothed.   -œYou tell me what to wear, and I
-(TM)ll wear it. - I worked hard to keep the nerves out of my voice, but
they were definitely there, battering against my stomach.

    -œWell, - he hedged, still uncertain,  -œI was thinking of the look on
Jim -(TM)s face if you opened the door half naked. -

    -œWhich half? - Sometimes I couldn -(TM)t stop the sarcasm from
escaping my lips.

    -œUm, so maybe more than half? - he blushed slightly.

    -œJust tell me, - I commanded, curiosity getting the better of me.  I
loved that he was so respectful of me and of my feelings, but I just wanted
to know.

    -œYou know what? - he asked, not expecting an answer.   -œI -(TM)m
going to make this fun for me at the same time!  Go get those heels you
wore to the mall. -

   A little confused, I obeyed, and was standing by his side with the heels
in hand in very short order.

    -œPut them on, - he commanded.

    -œOh! - The exclamation came out more like a squeak than a word.  
-œSo like ninety-nine point nine percent naked! - His sheepish grin and
slightly pink face said more than a thousand words could have.  I swallowed
my nerves, and forced a smile.   -œIf that -(TM)s what you want me to wear,
I -(TM)ll wear it. -

    -œJust for me, - he explained.   -œI -(TM)m going to go home and get
something different for you to put on, but I want you to open the door for
me just like that when I get back. - His eyes slowly traced from my shoes
to my damp hair and back down.

   I followed him downstairs, and with a wicked grin he hugged me at the
door as he left, promising to be back quickly.

   The instant the door clicked shut, I kicked off the shoes and ran
upstairs, pulling out my wet braid as I went.  I dried my hair with the
blow-dryer, used my flat iron to give it a sheen and to tame the curls left
over from the braid, and applied a little bit more makeup to complete my
face.  I was a little surprised that he was gone as long as he was, giving
me almost twenty minutes to complete my beautification ritual.

   I was just blotting my lip gloss when the doorbell rang.  I sprinted
downstairs, awkwardly aware of my nudity.  I stepped back into my shoes,
and was about to pull the door open when I giggled at myself.   -œWho
-(TM)s there? - I could only imagine the face of a solicitor, trying to
get us to switch phone service, had I simply pulled open the door!

    -œIt -(TM)s Tom. -



   CBND FanFic Chapter 3

   I pulled open the door to find him standing there.  In his hand he had a
small paper bag, and a sheepish grin on his face as his eyes raked up and
down my body once more.   -œI -(TM)m sorry I -(TM)m late, but man!  I could
get used to coming over to this! -

   I smiled and felt my face heat under his gaze, feeling suddenly awkward.
It was a bit of a struggle not to cover up, which was strange, considering
he -(TM)d watched me shower just an hour prior.

    -œJim will be at my house soon.  I wish I could stay, - he lamented,
unable to keep his eyes on my face for very long, instead looking down my
body unashamedly.   -œSame shoes, and the contents of this bag.  Nothing
more. -

   I was about to ask him what took so long, but he thrust the bag at me,
and took one last look before turning and jogging toward the street.

   I closed the door and felt a wave of heat wash over me.  I had just
answered the door naked!  Shocked at myself, I kicked off the shoes and
walked up the stairs in a bit of a daze.  It wasn -(TM)t until I got into
my room that I remembered the bag in my hand.  I had no idea how long it
would be until Tom and Jim came over, but Tom had made a hasty exit despite
my nudity, so I guessed my wait would be measured in minutes rather than
hours.  I smiled when I dumped the contents of the bag onto my bed and
sifted through them.

   I was feeling strange.  I sat on the edge of the sofa, but was too keyed
up to stay for long.  I paced around the room, and then perched lightly on
a counter stool in the kitchen.  It had been more than half an hour since
Tom had left.  At least.  I had dressed quickly, pulling on the tiny
school-girl skirt, white over-the-knee stockings, gauzy white, virtually
transparent front-tie shirt, and tiny panty made of the same material.  I
had then re-checked my makeup before I -(TM)d even picked up my phone.  It
had been thirty-seven minutes since then.  Maybe it was forty minutes by
now.

   I checked my cell phone again, and resumed pacing.  I felt more than
naked.  If I was merely naked and someone came in, there would be no
explanation needed.  I would dive for cover, and everyone would laugh it
off.  Mom and dad might scold me for being undressed downstairs.  I could
explain that I had run down to grab something from the kitchen, and being
home alone, I hadn -(TM)t bothered to dress first.  That would be
legitimate.  But if my mom, or my DAD!, came in the door unexpectedly and I
was wearing a see-through shirt and a comically short skirt, there would be
questions.  A lot of questions.  And trouble would follow.

   It was close to an hour later when the doorbell chimed.  My pacing had
me only inches from the door, so I stepped into my shoes as I called out 
-œWho is it? - and my stomach erupted with butterflies.

    -œTom, - came the reply.  I thought I detected something in his voice.
Mirth, perhaps.  Nevertheless, I pulled the door open wide as I -(TM)d been
instructed, not hiding behind it at all, and trusting in Tom to wait until
the view from the street made me safe before he knocked.  The look on Jim
-(TM)s face made it clear that Tom had not told him anything.  The look on
the other two guys -(TM) faces told me that they -(TM)d never even heard of
me, just as I -(TM)d never met them before.

   I looked to Tom for assurance as I registered the two strangers standing
on my front porch.  They looked completely shocked as I ducked back behind
the door and Jim -(TM)s mouth split into a wide grin.   -œThis is Chris,
and this is  -~Stick, -(TM) - Tom said, nonchalantly indicating his
friends and winking at me so that no one else could see him.   -œCome on
in, guys. -

   He strolled casually through the doorway into the house with Jim eagerly
on his heels.  Chris and Stick were tentative, looking decidedly away from
me even though I was still hiding behind the door.

    -œShould we come back later? - the one he -(TM)d indicated to be Chris
asked.

    -œNo, Claire was expecting us, - Tom replied coolly.   -œWeren -(TM)t
you? -

   I looked at him angrily, but he was unconcerned, and winked in return. I
wasn -(TM)t sure at all how to respond.  If I said that I was expecting
them, they would know that I -(TM)d dressed this way just for them.  If I
said that I wasn -(TM)t expecting them, then they -(TM)d wonder why I was
dressed the way I was.  And if I said I -(TM)d been expecting just Tom and
Jim, they -(TM)d want to understand why.  There was no way for me to come
out of this without looking at least a little bad.

    -œClaire is one of our best friends, - Tom explained, not waiting for
me to respond.   -œShe spent a lot of time in her back yard this year in
her bikinis, and she got pretty used to hanging out with us while wearing
next to nothing, so we bought her the outfit she -(TM)s wearing, and she
agreed to model it for us.  Right Claire? -

   This was a valid explanation, and since I was already going to look bad
no matter what, I nodded in agreement.

    -œSo why don -(TM)t you close the door, and show us the outfit we
bought for you! -

   I stood frozen, and after a few seconds Tom lightly pulled the door from
me.  I offered no resistance, allowing him to push it gently closed.  When
I -(TM)d hidden behind it, I had instinctively covered my chest, and my arm
was still blocking their view of my shirt.   -œLet -(TM)s go into the
living room and get comfortable, - Tom suggested, motioning for the guys
to precede him.   -œYou -(TM)re fine, - he whispered to me, taking my free
hand and guiding me along in their wake.

   Jim slouched lazily into the side chair that my dad always occupied
while watching TV, while the other two sat uncomfortably on the couch,
obviously still ill at ease about the situation.  They continued to try to
look away from me as I was escorted to the center of the room.  Tom
released my hand and perched on the armrest of the couch closest to Jim.

    -œClaire -(TM)s a really good sport, - Tom said, as though continuing
a prior conversation.   -œFor example, she -(TM)s wearing this outfit for
us! - he laughed, joined by Jim, while their two friends remained silent
and feeling a little awkward.

    -œI think the first thing to do is to make sure we -(TM)re all good
here.  This won -(TM)t be much fun if you guys aren -(TM)t looking at her!
- Turning to me, he asked,  -œClaire, are you okay with the guys being
here while you model the outfit for us? -

   I could feel the uncertainty in my eyes, but I knew that I didn -(TM)t
have much of a choice.  I nodded mutely.  I was more comfortable remaining
silent in this situation for some reason.

    -œSee?  She -(TM)s okay with it.  And you -(TM)ll say something if you
-(TM)re not okay with what -(TM)s happening, right? - he asked.

   I was looking more toward the floor than the guys, but I saw Chris and
Stick look directly at me now.  Still unwilling to speak, I nodded again.

    -œAnd if we all look at you, that's okay, too, right Claire? - he
questioned further, to make sure that everyone knew what was happening.  I
nodded again, still looking toward my shoes.

    -œExcellent.  Why don -(TM)t you turn around for us a couple of times?
Slowly, so we can see your outfit. - His voice was still casual, not
demanding or commanding, but he knew that I would obey nonetheless.

   Slowly I turned in place, keeping my left arm pressed tightly against my
breasts.  He said nothing as I turned in place twice, stopping when I was
once again facing them.

    -œI know you -(TM)re a little nervous, Claire, but that -(TM)s a
beautiful shirt, and we can barely see it.  Why don -(TM)t you turn around
again, and then you can move your arms both down?  Then, when you face us
again, we -(TM)ll be able to see how lovely your shirt is! -

   I shuffled my feet to face away from them again.  The green and black
tartan plaid skirt was very small, and it didn -(TM)t quite sit at my hips.
Just as the first time, I had pulled it on high, around my navel, where I
-(TM)d fastened the clasp and pulled up the zipper, and then shimmied and
twisted it back down as far as it would go.  I -(TM)d checked myself in the
mirror in my bedroom, and I knew that, resting just above my hips, it left
at least half of my butt uncovered, and barely coved me up front at all.  I
knew that they had already gotten a tiny peek of slit, if not of my hair
peeking through the sheer material when I walked.

    -œShe -(TM)s got a fantastic looking backside, doesn -(TM)t she? - Jim
asked, trying to insert himself.

    -œShe sure does! - replied one of the guys, either Chris or Stick.  I
was really curious why he was called  -œStick, - but didn -(TM)t want to
ask just then.

    -œLift your skirt and show us the thong, - Tom said politely.   -œWe
got you that, too, so we should get to see it! - Then, to the guys, he
added  -œAll of her bikinis are thongs, and her ass is spectacular. -

   I was forced now to remove my arm from my chest, and I felt my face
flush as I flipped the skirt up, wiggling my hips slightly.

    -œVery nice, - Tom complimented.   -œDo it again, but hold the skirt
up.  Really let us get a look at it. -

   Following his direction, I lifted the back of my skirt, and shimmied my
backside for them, the ties on the sides of the thong bouncing lightly off
of my bare skin.

    -œNice! - exclaimed one of the two newcomers.  I really needed to
figure out which was which.

    -œOh, it -(TM)s so much better than nice, - Tom sighed.   -œWhy don
-(TM)t you keep hold of your skirt just like that, and then turn around for
us, Claire? -

   The shirt was white, a bit see-through only due to the thin material
from which it was made.  There were no buttons, but instead two thin strips
of fabric allowed it to be tied.  It was obviously designed to fit a girl a
bit smaller chested than me, which meant that it was extremely tight,
pressing my boobs together and up, forcing them out the top of the tiny
blouse.  My nipples were barely covered, and my cleavage was quite
exaggerated.  The front of the skirt was still down, so I knew that the
reason for me holding the skirt was so I would not be tempted to cover my
chest again.  Shyly, and feeling a blush, I turned, seeing all of their
eyes lock immediately on my breasts.

    -œHoly $hit! - That was Stick, I was nearly certain of it. 
Regardless, it made me blush as Tom asked me to shimmy once more.



   CBND FanFic Chapter 4

    -œYou guys want to see the front of the thong we bought her? - Tom
asked as I continued to move my body for them.

    -œHell yes! - both guys replied, almost in unison.  They were starting
to enjoy themselves now that they knew I was playing along.

   My face heating quickly, I followed Tom -(TM)s instructions as I slid my
hands around to the front of my tiny skirt, lifting it up as I wiggled my
hips.  The thong was tiny, white, completely sheer nylon, meant as a visual
accessory with no practicality.  It tied at both sides with long, shoelace
thin pieces of the same material, and as I -(TM)d been instructed last time
I -(TM)d worn this, I had tied it only with a bows.  As a covering, it
served to enhance, rather than obscure my nudity.  It in no way hid my
pussy from their view, but instead cast it in a fuzzy white tint.  The
strings hung limply in bows about four inches down each leg.

    -œIt -(TM)s see-through! - exclaimed Stick.

    -œIt is! - Tom mocked in a joking manner.  He motioned with his hand
that I should turn round and round, which I did, still half dancing as I
shook and shimmied my hips, still holding the skirt up.

    -œI really like the skirt, Claire, but I can -(TM)t get enough of that
thong! - he finally said.   -œI can -(TM)t decide if you should leave the
skirt on or not! -

    -œThat -(TM)s an option? - Stick laughed.   -œTake it off! -

    -œOff! - agreed Chris immediately.

    -œWell, Claire, - Tom smiled,  -œwhy don -(TM)t you go on over and let
Al help you out of that skirt? -

   I looked questioningly toward him, completely confused as well as
embarrassed.  Of course I should have guessed I might not be removing my
own clothes.  But who was  -œAl? -

   Tom caught on immediately.   -œAlan Stickman.  Everyone calls him  -œThe
Stick, - or  -œStick, - he explained.  That solved that mystery!

   Blushing, with butterflies battering my insides, I took a few shaky
steps toward him.  I jumped when I felt his hand brush the bare skin of my
hip as Tom directed him to undo the clasp, and then unzip the tiny skirt.
It was still a bit snug, but after he -(TM)d cleared the bottom of my butt,
it fell easily to the floor.  I stepped out of it and Stick picked it up,
holding it uncertainly as I returned to my place to resume my slow, dancing
turns for them.  Their view was not all that greatly improved, since I
-(TM)d been holding the skirt up for the prior few minutes, but they stared
and uttered appreciative comments all the same.

   The guys were all looking me up and down, and occasionally reminding me
to bounce, shimmy, jiggle, shake, or turn this way or that as I continued
slowly dancing for them.  I almost wished there was music, but I knew that
would mean a strip dance, and I liked the leisurely pace that this morning
seemed to be taking.  They never stopped talking about me or my body, and
every word they said was flattering, although at times a bit graphic.  I
enjoyed hearing it, even though I knew some girls would be offended.  I
blushed often, sometimes in response to a stray thought of my own, but more
often to a comment about my butt, my dark bush or my slit, visible through
the sheer panty, or the ample cleavage I was providing.  About five minutes
in, Stick pointed out that as I shimmied, my shirt had shifted slightly,
and a small bit of my left areola had wiggled free, and was now peeking out
of the white fabric.

    -œThat shirt looks really tight.  Like, uncomfortably tight, - Tom
said.   -œCan you breathe properly? -

   I nodded, wide eyed.

    -œCome over here, Claire, - Tom insisted, motioning me toward him.  I
stepped around the coffee table to stand in front of him, where he was
still perched on the arm of the couch.  He was higher than the others,
almost standing, so his head was right about chest level.  All eyes were on
the two of us as he gently and tentatively ran a finger between the shirt
and my skin along my shoulder, following it down to my cleavage, but
avoiding the exposed portion of my nipple.  When he finished, he repeated
the action on the other side, with the result being that both sides of the
shirt stretched slightly, exposing a bit more of the darker ring of skin on
each breast.

    -œI apologize, Claire, - he said in mock sincerity.   -œWe never
should have made you wear something so obviously uncomfortable.  I hope
that you can forgive us! -

   I nodded, both in response to his ironic plea for a pardon, as well as
the unspoken question in his eyes, as his fingers gently worked the knot in
between my breasts.  Without breaking eye contact with me, he tugged, and
the shirt, as it had done in the past, exploded open, my breasts bouncing
free.

    -œHoly $hit! - cried Chris in surprise, as Jim and Stick both laughed
and cheered.

   Tom turned me around and slid the shirt off my shoulders and down my
arms, setting it on the couch beside the skirt, and then apologized again
for making me wear such a confining garment.  Kissing my wrist politely, he
then sent me to resume my little show, making sure that I shimmied and
shook at least as much as before.  The comments were less frequent, but
just as graphic now, and focused on my chest much more, which was
understandable.

   I continued my little dance show, following the directions of all four
guys as I now added squeezing and caressing my breasts and butt to the
repertoire, wearing just the sheer thong, matching knee-high stockings, and
high heeled shoes.  I was wondering if things were going to go much farther
when Tom broke one of the casual silences.   -œWe should get going, - he
announced, apropos of nothing.

   Jim jumped right up, but Chris and Stick groaned their displeasure,
begging for five more minutes like they might plead with their alarm
clocks. Tom had me stop dancing, and they grudgingly got to their feet and
allowed themselves to be ushered to the door.  Tom stood by my side, his
arm resting casually on my bare shoulder, as I suddenly felt more awkward
again.  I had expected everyone to leave, but they were making small talk
in the foyer, trying to figure out plans for the remainder of the day. 
Chris and Stick were subtly pushing for those plans to include me.

   Eventually, they were unenthusiastically ready to leave, sensing that
the show was over, but glancing at me, letting their eyes roam up and down
my body frequently.  Tom shifted behind me, placing his hands on my upper
arms as if to present me to them properly.   -œWell, guys, - he sighed.  
-œDidn -(TM)t I tell you she was a good sport? -

    -œOh, my god! - exclaimed Chris.   -œThe best! -

    -œAnd so freakin -(TM) hot! - Stick said, looking me up and down
again.  -œYou -(TM)ll have to tell us the whole story of how you met! -

    -œShe -(TM)s the best! - agreed Jim.

    -œThe absolute best, - Tom stated.   -œFor further example... - He
dragged his fingers down my back, eliciting goose bumps all over my upper
body, and causing my nipples to further harden.  When he got to my waist,
he pinched the side ties on my thong, and pulled it quickly from my body,
once again making me squeal in shock.

    -œDon -(TM)t be like that, Claire, - he winked at me.

   Grinning at him over my shoulder, I stood straight, moving my hands
casually to my sides.

    -œLike I said, - Tom addressed the guys now, still grazing the fingers
of one hand up and down my back, while casually swinging the thong with the
other.   -œThe absolute best. -

   As they walked down the sidewalk, I stayed hidden behind the door,
straining to listen.   -œOkay, you win, - Stick was conceding.   -œWe
-(TM)ll buy lunch! -

   I smiled as they got to the street.  That -(TM)s twice I -(TM)d been
stripped in front of other guys so that my two friends could save money on
a meal!



   CBND FanFic Chapter 5

   I stood leaning against the front door, the cool wood making me
hyper-aware of my naked state.  Tom had taken the thong with him, which
made me smile widely.  I wondered if they were still talking about me, or
if they were passing around my discarded panty.  I was just trying to guess
what bet they may have made about lunch, when there was a knock on the
door.

    -œYou forget something? - I asked gregariously, throwing the door
wide. I had been expecting Tom, Jim, or perhaps all four guys to have come
back, so I screamed and slammed the door when I saw none of them standing
there.

    -œDid I interrupt something? - Geoff -(TM)s amused voice called from
the other side of the door.

    -œNo, I was just...  give me a minute! - I called back dashing to the
couch.  I contemplated running to my room to get real clothes, but Geoff
had seen me in less, I reasoned.  I just didn -(TM)t want to answer the
door naked again, so I pulled on the tiny skirt and silly top

    -œMay I come in, Claire? - he asked impatiently as I struggled into
the clothes.  Hopefully he wouldn -(TM)t stay long.

   Blushing brightly, I pulled the door open, hiding behind it.   -œWhat do
you need? - I inquired, trying to sound casual.

    -œI -(TM)d like to come inside, if you don -(TM)t mind, - he said,
winking.   -œI take it you -(TM)re here alone? -

    -œTom and Jim just left, - I informed him.

    -œI assumed as much when I saw what you were wearing, - he ginned,
crossing the threshold.  He pulled the door shut, and I did nothing to stop
him, even though this meant that he could now see me.

    -œThat -(TM)s a very short skirt, - he commented, unable to hide the
mirth in his voice.

   He teased me a little, and I teased back, even threatening to change
into something more conventional.   -œI don -(TM)t plan to stay very long,
- he argued, waving off that suggestion as a waste of time.  We stood in
the foyer, and he finally got around to the reason for his visit, and he
apologized for the way he acted the night before.

    -œNot that it -(TM)s a valid excuse, but I was drunk, and acted
inappropriately, - he said.

    -œI showed up at your house topless, and streaked through your front
yard, - I reminded him.   -œI think it -(TM)s okay.  I honestly didn
-(TM)t find anything wrong with it. -

   He tried several more times to apologize, and each time I explained that
it wasn -(TM)t necessary, finally letting him know that, while I
appreciated his concern for me and my comfort, I would hear no more
attempts to apologize from him.  Were I to accept simply to allay his
guilt, it may mean that there was something to apologize for in the first
place.

    -œSomehow, the guys next door have joined forces to decide what I wear,
or don -(TM)t wear, and for now there is no issue with that, - I said
matter-of-factly.   -œSo, if you -(TM)re inclined to apologize for any of
that, then the issue is yours, not mine. -

    -œIs that so? - he grinned.

    -œYou think I wear this around the house on my own? - I asked,
indicating my outfit.

    -œTell me about this, - he offered, taking my hand and leading me to
the sofa where we could sit comfortably.  I stood awkwardly for a moment,
and as he sat, I heard his sharp intake of breath as he saw for the first
time that I wasn -(TM)t wearing anything beneath the impossibly short
skirt.

   Deciding on the most modesty I could muster, I sat beside him and
crossed my legs tightly.  Although most of the side of my butt was clearly
visible, I was not graphically on display.  I turned slightly toward him,
and told him the high-level detail of Tom -(TM)s visit this morning, and
the subsequent visit from the four guys.

    -œAnd he stripped you naked before leaving with your panties? - Geoff
grinned.

    -œSuch is my life, - I lamented sarcastically, and a little
dramatically.

    -œAnd you say that the gentlemen who live to either side of you can
decide your attire? - he grinned.

    -~Here we go again! -(TM) I thought.   -œThat -(TM)s what I said, isn
-(TM)t it? -

    -œAnd if I owe you no apology for last night, and needn -(TM)t feel
guilty for any of that? - he pressed.

    -œYou don -(TM)t owe me an apology, - I confirmed, rolling my eyes.

    -œThen I would like very much if you joined me for the afternoon for a
dip in the pool.  It -(TM)s a hot day, and it would be refreshing, and for
me at least, quite enjoyable. -

    -œWould your wife be at all bothered by me? - I asked, genuinely
concerned.

    -œI doubt it, - he replied,  -œbut it -(TM)s irrelevant as she -(TM)s
at her sisters for the weekend. -

   I had indeed thought of going there for the day earlier.  I enjoyed
Geoff -(TM)s company, and a day swimming and having fun did sound
enjoyable.  -œWhat...  um...  what would I...  wear? - I had to ask the
question.

    -œI assume anything you like, - he responded kindly.   -œI -(TM)m not
going to turn this into something it doesn -(TM)t need to be.  Whatever
bathing suit, or other clothing for that matter, that you decide to wear or
not wear, it -(TM)s your decision. -

   I seriously thought about it for a moment.  I thought through the pros
and cons of my more conservative one-piece suits, as well as my bikinis.  
-œI -(TM)ll change into something more appropriate for public, and then I
-(TM)ll come over, - I offered.

    -œThat sounds acceptable.  But I will say, I very much enjoy this
outfit. -

    -œIt wouldn -(TM)t be appropriate for swimming, - I smiled at him.  
-œThe shirt is so thin it would probably become transparent!  That would be
awkward! -

   He grinned at my joke.   -œVery much so, - he agreed.   -œAlthough
quite enjoyable! -

   We sat for a while, chatting about nothing in particular, as his eyes
kept drifting from my face, down to my chest, and then to the bare flesh of
my hip, where the short skirt refused to provide any cover, or to my
stockinged legs.

    -œIs this outfit distracting you, Geoff? - I asked coyly, adjusting
the top of my stocking to emphasize the point.

    -œVery much so.  But I imagine you could be sitting here in a snow suit
and would still be a distraction, as lovely as you are. -

   I flushed under his flattery.   -œI should change so I can come over, -
I concluded, steering away from that subject.  I was still quite
uncomfortable with men thinking of me in those terms, although I knew I
possessed several attributes that boys found fascinating; my big boobs and
round butt, specifically.

    -œI do wish that wasn -(TM)t necessary, but I agree, - he responded
wistfully, getting to his feet.  I stood, expecting him to ask me to strip
before he left, but he simply walked to the door, took a longing look back
at me, and let himself out.

   I double-checked the family room for stray clothing, and then headed up
to my room, where I quickly shed the skirt and shirt.  I looked in my
full-length mirror for a few moments, trying to see myself from their point
of view.  I was tall, athletic looking, with toned, thin arms.  My breasts
were large, full and round, but still somehow pert.  My areolas were higher
set, smallish, and only a couple of shades darker than the surrounding
skin, but continuing to deepen in color inward to the nipples themselves,
which stood long and erect, pulling away from my body.  Without a padded
bra, I knew, they were very visible through my shirts and swimwear.  My
flat belly was a source of pride, tapering in the classic hourglass shape
from breasts to hips, and pulling my navel slightly oblong, with small
striations on either side, delineating the musculature under the skin.  My
pubic hair was now a small tuft in a thick line perched above the small
slit that I knew would turn dark pink and pull itself open to betray my
arousal.

   I kicked off my shoes and bent to remove the stockings.  I had shapely
but firm legs that looked both strong and decidedly feminine.  Ignoring the
fine lines left from the elastic that would disappear in a few minutes,
they were unmarked and smooth, both in color and texture.  My thighs were
slender but solid, with defined quadriceps that tapered gracefully to my
knees.  When I -(TM)d been younger, I -(TM)d had knobby knees, but had
thankfully outgrown them.  My calves were hard, with obvious definition
high on my lower leg.  I pointed my feet, flexing the muscles as I rose up
on my toes, seeing the tendons pull on the backs of my heels.

   I turned, looking over my shoulder at my butt.  I liked my butt almost
as much as I enjoyed my newly grown boobs.  Firm and muscular, but round
and soft in appearance, I wiggled my hips to watch it jiggle ever so
slightly.  My narrow waist flared at my hips, making my butt look a bit
wider than it was.  In profile, it still had shape to it, and I could see
that its curves sat high and pert.  I had always been happy with my face,
even before.  My skin was largely blemish free, with small pores that gave
me naturally porcelain skin.  My nose was small, well-shaped and
proportioned for my face, while my lips were full and naturally darker in
color.  The summer sun had given my light brown hair some blondish natural
highlights, and my deep green eyes were alive with excitement that was
mirrored in the flush in my high cheekbones.

   Although I knew that my body had changed quite drastically, I still
tended to picture myself as the homely, undeveloped girl of my past.  I had
always relied on my sense of humor and my intelligence to get by, because I
had been failed by my genetics in the looks department.  When I finally
developed, I assumed that the boys would like me for my boobs, but hearing
the compliments, and being told over and over that different parts of my
body were wonderful, and seeing the looks on the faces of my many admirers
had suddenly kicked in.  Standing here looking at myself, it almost felt
like I was seeing myself for the first time.

   I went to my drawer and pulled out my white bikini.  The top was a bit
larger than the black one but the bottoms were slightly smaller, higher cut
on the hips, a slightly narrower tear-drop shape, and a bit lower-rise in
front.  The back was nearly identical, with just a thin piece of string
connecting the narrow cords that wrapped around my hips to the crotch
panel. I admired myself in the mirror, and then pulled on a pair of short
jean shorts and a t-shirt, stepped into a pair of black flip-flops, and
grabbed a beach towel.

   Geoff opened the door for me, and I kicked off my sandals and followed
him into the kitchen.  He offered me a soda or some iced tea, both of which
I declined in favor of ice water.

    -œYou told me that whatever I wanted to wear, or not wear, it was my
decision, - I said, still much more confident after my epiphany in my
bedroom.  I saw his eyes drift downward to watch me as I unbuttoned my
shorts and slid them down my legs.  The shirt was short enough that a good
few inches of bare skin showed above the tiny white bikini bottoms.   -œIs
that still the case? -

    -œI told you that I wouldn -(TM)t dictate what you wore, - he
responded.  He -(TM)d obviously misunderstood the reason for my question,
assuming that I would be nervous that he was going to make undress.  I bent
and picked up the shorts, knowing that he would direct me to fold them, and
placed them on the countertop.  He was trying hard not to look at my lower
half, covered in only the small white thong, and that made me smile.

    -œI was more concerned about making you uncomfortable, - I responded,
pulling my shirt off without hesitation.   -œI took you at your word and
didn -(TM)t even bring my bikini top along.  I could run home and grab it
if you -(TM)d be more comfortable! - Calmly, and contradictory to my offer
to cover myself, I folded the shirt and placed it with my shorts as his
eyes bugged wide, his mouth caught in a silent  -œOh, - and then a smile
spread across his lips.

    -œI have no issues at all with your choice of attire. -

   Geoff was wearing board shorts and a white long-sleeved swim shirt to
protect him from the sun.  We sat together at the outdoor table for about
ten minutes while I drank my water, and I thrilled silently every time his
eyes strayed down my body to my chest or my legs.  I said nothing, and he
continued to pretend that he was not affected.  I swam a couple of
leisurely laps and floated around for a few minutes.  He joined me in the
pool and we played a casual game of frisbee, tossing the disc back and
forth.  I stood in the shallow water at one end of the pool, with most of
my upper body out in the summer air.  When I missed a catch, I would pull
myself out of the pool and chase after it, knowing he was watching my butt
bouncing and jiggling as I jogged after it, and my breasts doing the same
as I bounded back toward the pool.

   After our game, Geoff dried off with his towel and went inside to refill
our drinks and get a bowl of chips, while I spread my towel on a chaise and
laid on my back, eyes closed against the sun, to give him free rein to look
me over while we chatted.

   It was just after 3:00 when my phone chimed, and I sprang out of the
chair to grab it from the table where he sat.  Tom and Jim wanted to know
if I could come over and maybe stay for dinner.

    -œI should really get some housework done, - Geoff lamented, eyeing my
backside from heels to head.

    -œI had a lot of fun today, - I told him.   -œI was nervous about
coming here alone, but you were a perfect gentleman all day!  I hope you
-(TM)ll invite me to come again! -

    -œYou are welcome any time! - he assured me.

   Without preamble, I bent over, pulling my bikini bottoms off in one
quick motion.   -œProbably best to come when no one else is home, - I
joked while he stared, wide eyed.   -œOh, they were still damp, - I
explained, casually waving the small piece of material.   -œDoes this
bother you? -

   "Um, not  -~bother, -(TM) - he grinned salaciously.

    -œOh, Monsieur! - I demurred, curtseying lightly.  I picked up our
glasses and the empty chip bowl from the table, and then turned and walked
inside, where I stopped at the kitchen counter, depositing the dishes in
the sink.   -œYour pool is a lot of fun, - I said casually, leaning
against the counter to give him a better look.   -œI -(TM)d enjoy coming
over again, when it -(TM)s convenient. - He shifted his hips slightly,
drawing my eyes to his very obvious bulge.   -œI am making you
uncomfortable? - I asked in my best Yvette voice, nodding toward his
tented shorts.

    -œIt was unexpected, - he blushed, befuddled.

   My shirt was on top of the small pile of clothes, so I pulled it on
first, leaving me naked below.   -œI really enjoyed today! - I enthused
before slowly unfolding my small jean shorts and finally pulling them up my
legs as he watched with a certain erotic hunger.  I stuffed the bikini
bottom, which was in truth completely dry, into my pocket, hugged him at
the front door, and finally stepped into my flip flops.   -œAu revoir,
monsieur Geoff! -



   CBND FanFic Chapter 6

   "Should I wear anything special? - I inquired of the group text with
Jim and Tom, grinning to myself.  I wondered if the pretense with the two
of them would continue.  It was fairly flimsy by this point, but we all
still held onto it as the reason for my undressing.  It was all about my
attire, and them  -œhelping - me to dress appropriately.  I -(TM)d
intentionally left the question open and vague, almost hoping for a fun
response.

    -œWhat are you wearing right now? -

   There was potential in their reply, and I debated how to play it.  
-œJean shorts, a t-shirt and flip-flops, - I typed.  Part of me wanted to
mention that I wasn -(TM)t wearing panties or a bra, but I decided against
it.  A standard response would be  -~shorts and a t-shirt. -(TM) The
undergarments would be assumed, or would be none of their business.  I
added the flip-flops because I had decided instead to give them a complete
accounting of everything I had on.

    -œSounds fine, - Tom replied.   -œBut can you wear your black and
white Converse high-tops?  We -(TM)re just hanging out.  Sean was over
earlier. -

   They were being cryptic, too, but obviously they had a new outfit for me
to try on.  The shoe request was odd, but I wasn -(TM)t too curious,
because I had a good idea where events would lead us.   -œBe there in a
few! - I thumbed into my phone as I turned up my own driveway.  I sprinted
to my room and tossed the bikini bottom from my pocket at my dirty clothes
hamper, and then dashed to the bathroom.  I ran a brush quickly through my
damp hair, deciding on a pony tail, and then freshened my makeup.  Less
than five minutes later I was closing the front door and heading over,
acutely aware of my breasts moving in my shirt, and of the feel of the
denim of the shorts against my body.  I smiled as I imagined their
reactions when they found out that I was nearly naked already.

   They must have been watching for me, because the front door opened as I
turned up the sidewalk.  We hugged our hellos, and Tom ran his fingers over
my back before raising his eyebrows.   -œNo bra? - he inquired, not having
felt the telltale straps.

    -œI was swimming, - I smirked.  I didn -(TM)t elaborate to tell them
that I'd not worn a top all day.

    -œWhat -(TM)s under the shorts? - Jim asked wickedly.

   They were quick.  I would have thought things would have progressed much
further before my sexy little secret was revealed.   -œJust me, - I
grinned, stepping out of my shoes.   -œMy suit was wet. -

   The guys were smiling widely as we walked to the kitchen.   -œWhere are
your parents? - I asked innocently, looking into the family room.  As
usual, the room was dark, with the back blinds only partially open, and the
tall hedges blocking a good deal of the natural light.  The bulbs in the
lamps, which really shouldn -(TM)t have been necessary on this sunny day,
were underpowered for the size of the space, and instead cast their small
cone of yellow light only on the corners of the couch next to which they
were placed.

    -œOut to eat with friends, - Jim replied casually, leaning on the
counter.   -œCan you stay for dinner? -

    -œI had no plans, - I hedged.   -œYou said you wanted to hang out this
afternoon?  What do you want to do? - I knew a big thing that we would do,
but I hoped it wouldn -(TM)t be all consuming.  I wanted to spend at least
a little time being normal friends.  Before or after didn -(TM)t matter
much to me, although it would be easier to have the normal part if we
worked our way up to the nakedness.

    -œWe were actually thinking about bocce ball, - Jim said earnestly.

   It was nice to know that they were thinking along the same lines as me,
and wanting to have a real friendship that wasn -(TM)t just about my body.
I wondered why they didn -(TM)t want to go out, but couldn -(TM)t think of
a way to ask.  Bocce ball wasn -(TM)t a game I was really good at, but I
couldn -(TM)t think of a polite way to decline.   -œSounds fun! -

   Tom laughed at the lack of sincerity in my voice, but let it drop.  They
further surprised me when they led the way out back immediately.  Although
my jean shorts showed off most of my legs, and my shirt allowed them
glimpses of my bare belly, I half wondered if I was supposed to wear a tiny
bikini or a mini-skirt while we played.  I was amazed, and quite happy that
it seemed they truly wanted to play a game with me.  I glanced toward the
front door, but decided in that moment that, even if it was just my shoes,
I was not going to ask them if I could put on more clothes today.

   I was surprised at the easy laughter and comradery we all had.  There
were crude comments, usually about my body or lack of bra, but I made them
as often as they did, and they bothered no one, obviously intended
good-naturedly.  I played better than I thought I would, but was never in
danger of actually winning.  For over an hour we were just friends, and I
could almost forget that they would soon be asking me to try on some crazy
lingerie or similarly revealing outfit.  I was so comfortable that I agreed
to stay for dinner without any of my former reservations or any hesitation.

   The late afternoon sun dipped below the trees, casting the back yard in
deep shade.  As the small pallino was more and more often lost in dark
shadows, game play slowed, becoming too difficult to continue.  Tom showed
off his juggling skills with three of the Bocce balls before we returned
everything to the small bag, and then headed inside.  Jim grabbed his
phone, and then confirmed our favorite toppings before ordering an
extra-large pizza.  At first, they insisted on paying, but I did get them
to take a little money from me.  Not nearly a third of the total, but
considering that I didn -(TM)t intend to eat more than a slice or two, it
still seemed okay to me.

    -œWhile we -(TM)re waiting, do you want to see what Sean brought over?
- Jim asked, apropos of nothing.

    -œI was wondering when you -(TM)d show me, - I smiled, nodding.

    -œIt -(TM)s a whole costume, - Tom said apologetically, fetching a bag
from behind the chair in the family room.   -œIt was Sean -(TM)s idea. 
After he met you.  He wanted to be here, but couldn -(TM)t stay, so he
wants you to come back over sometime. -

    -œShould I be afraid? - I asked lightly, still smiling brightly.  I
noticed that he was gripping the bag tightly, looking almost scared to hand
it to me, and I wanted to keep things light.  They had to know by now that
virtually nothing was off limits, but I enjoyed how they continued to seem
concerned that I might take away their favorite toy.

    -œIt -(TM)s stupid, - Jim cut in.   -œNot as revealing as some of the
stuff you -(TM)ve worn.  Just a costume. -

    -œShow it to me. -

   Tom pulled several items out of the bag.  A shirt, some tiny shorts,
fishnet hose, a wig.  There were other things in the bag still.

    -œI don -(TM)t understand, - I admitted.  I -(TM)m not sure what I
expected, but this was a very strange collection of items.  I could tell
that the shorts would be very small on me, but couldn -(TM)t figure out why
I -(TM)d wear hose under them.  Everything seemed to provide full coverage,
which was not at all like them.

    -œIt -(TM)s Harley Quinn.  From Suicide Squad, - he added, seeing that
the name meant nothing to me.

    -œThat -(TM)s not all that helpful, - I replied sarcastically, still
grinning.

    -œIt -(TM)s a movie, - he explained.

   Jim grabbed his tablet from the kitchen, and soon I was watching a scene
with Margot Robbie kicking ass with a baseball bat wearing this same
outfit.

    -œI get it now, - I said, looking back toward them when the scene
ended.   -œNot as revealing as usual, huh? -

    -œHe -(TM)s got a thing for cosplay, - Tom said dismissively.

    -œCosplay? - I asked.  I -(TM)d never heard the term.

    -œCostumes.  Dressing up like movie characters.  Superheroes and
sci-fi, usually. -

    -œCosplay, - I repeated, trying the word out.   -œWhat -(TM)s the 
-~play -(TM) part? - I wasn -(TM)t sure what was expected of me once I was
in costume.

   The guys looked at each other, apparently a bit stumped.   -œI don
-(TM)t know, - Jim said.   -œLike, playing dress up, I guess.  I don
-(TM)t know why the word  -~play. -(TM) Like roleplaying, I guess. -

    -œNot sex games, - I had to confirm.

    -œNO! - both guys interjected at once, understanding my hesitance.  
-œNothing like that! -

   I relaxed my stance immediately, feeling some of the tension leaving my
body, and only by feeling it, realizing that I had been tense.   -œOkay, so
should I try it all on? -

    -œOur favorite part, - agreed Tom.  The guys sat on the couch and
looked at me expectantly.

    -œShall I head to the bathroom? - I demurred, hoping that one of them
would take the lead.

    -œUm, if you prefer? - Tom said, momentarily flummoxed.

    -œAbsolutely not! - scolded Jim, talking over his friend.   -œBut I
think we should decide if you should take everything off before you put
this on, or go top to bottom. -

    -œBy we, you mean... - I smiled.  I -(TM)d have been shocked if they
were actually giving me a voice in any of this.

    -œTom and myself, of course, - he responded, overly formally with a
hint of affront to his voice.

   I had to laugh in response.   -œThis is very different than things were
a few short weeks ago, - I commented.   -œI -(TM)m starting to think maybe
you don -(TM)t have my best interests at heart! -

    -œI -(TM)m offended that you would even suggest that! - Tom said,
playing up hurt feelings.

    -œSo insulted! - agreed Jim.   -œTo prove that we don -(TM)t care at
all, we -(TM)ll even let you decide if you want to take your top off or
your shorts first! -

    -œWow, - I responded, playing up the sincerity.   -œI -(TM)m so sorry!
I guess I was wrong all along! - Unable to keep from grinning, I pulled my
t-shirt over my head and deposited it on the empty chair next to me.

    -œFold it, please, - Jim smirked, copying Geoff -(TM)s tone.

   I picked up my shirt and complied, setting it back on the chair neatly.

    -œSo what do you think? - Jim pondered, turning his posture toward
Tom, but still watching me.   -œGive her the top from the costume, or have
her take the shorts off? -

   Tom was fully engaged now, and he could tell that I was amused enough to
allow their little games with me.   -œThere are solid arguments for either,
- he said in mock solemnity, steepling his fingers beneath his chin.  
-œThe costume itself is fairly complex, and it will probably be easier to
work with if we start with the fishnets and shorts, - he reflected.

    -œExcellent point, - mused Jim, pretending to still be undecided.

    -œContrarily, the shirt should be pretty tight, and short, and wouldn
-(TM)t really interfere too much with the rest of the costume, - Tom
continued.

    -œAnother great observation, but I -(TM)m afraid you're skipping over
the primary point of consideration, - Jim said gravely, adding to the
humor of the situation.

    -œThe primary point? - Tom asked.

    -œIn the movie, Margot Robbie pulls the shirt on last! - Jim
explained.  -œWe want to be sure to make our little scene here as authentic
as possible! -

    -œOf course! - Tom replied, smiling widely and trying not to laugh.  
-œI hadn -(TM)t considered authenticity! -



   CBND FanFic Chapter 7

   I laughed at them, but truthfully, I loved it.  The way they played with
everything, rather than simply demanding I strip for them, made it so much
more fun.  I undid the button on my shorts, and pulled the tiny zip down,
hesitating a moment with just the top of my bush peeking out the top,
before pushing the jean shorts down until gravity took over and pulled them
to my bare feet.  Jim insisted I fold them, which I did before placing them
on top of my shirt.

    -œI -(TM)m glad I amuse you, - I giggled.  The afternoon had been very
enjoyable, and although I could feel the familiar heat of the blush in my
face, I was more buoyant than usual in these situations.

    -œAmuse, arouse... -

    -œEnthrall! - Tom tossed the fishnet pantyhose to me, and I got my
first good look at them.  They were impossibly low-rise, designed to hide
beneath the shorts, which by themselves would barely clear my hips.  They
were a fine mesh, but very sheer, so they would darken my skin, but hide
nothing.  In the scene they -(TM)d shown me, Harley Quinn had several small
tattoos on her legs, clearly visible despite the hose.  I sat on the floor
as they watched me pull them onto each foot, up each leg, and then finally,
standing, the rest of the way up.  The material was elastic, so they stayed
in place, but only barely.  The top of my little pubic bush was uncovered,
as was the upper half of each butt cheek, and my slit was clearly visible
through the fabric.  They had me turn for them several times before Tom,
reluctantly, tossed the shorts to me.  As I pulled them on I realized that,
if I was going to wear this outfit for any length of time, I would have to
tape the tops of the pantyhose in place on my skin, or sew them into the
shorts.  Simply bending down to step one foot into the tiny lycra shorts
had the top of the hose cupping the underside of my butt.

   The shorts were very tight, and did an okay job of holding the hose in
place, although I did feel them slipping down inside as the guys had me
bend to touch my toes.  Next came a black leather belt with silver studs,
which I wrapped around my hips.  It hid much of the shorts, but definitely
looked very cool.

   Tom ran to the front door to grab my high tops, which I stepped into,
now understanding the unusual request.   -œThe actual shoes that go with
this are way better, but they cost more than the rest of the costume
combined, - he explained.

   Next, they gave me accessories, reminding me that the shirt had to go on
last for the sake of authenticity.  I fastened the leather, studded wrist
bands in place, and then the matching choker.  For my left hand, I was
given a leather half-glove, and finally the wig, which I had to use the
bathroom mirror to get into place.  It was platinum blonde, with pigtails
dyed red and blue.  Out of excuses to keep me topless, they handed me the
small, midriff baring tight white and red jersey-sleeved t-shirt with 
-œDaddy -(TM)s Lil -(TM) Monster - in blue script across the chest.  It
was intentionally distressed, with several small holes and re-sewn parts.

   Other than the lack of face paint and tattoos, it was a pretty good
resemblance.  The costume was surprisingly high quality, and not too
uncomfortable.  With normal movements, the fishnet hose stayed in place
better than I had expected.  I could see myself with a ballpoint pen
drawing tattoos on my legs if I was going for a higher degree of realism. I
was surprised to be enjoying this as much as I was.  Dressing up in costume
always seemed childish to me, but this was pretty cool!

   There was a knock at the doorbell, and at first I was shocked that the
pizza had arrived already, but Jim exclaimed  -œSean -(TM)s here!  He
wanted to see this! -

   Sean gushed at how great I looked as I blushed to be showing off like
this to a relatively new guy once again.  I knew I -(TM)d be taking things
off, and that he -(TM)d be there for that part of the show.

   I paraded around the room, and Jim ran to the garage, returning with a
baseball bat that needed a thick layer of dust wiped off of it.  The guys
played a few scenes from the movie, and I reenacted the Harley Quinn parts
as best I could, getting a few of the lines wrong, and providing excellent
comedy as I missed by a wide margin on the accent and voice.  It was a lot
of fun to laugh so riotously with them, and to catch Sean staring
open-mouthed quite often.  The scenes they chose were mostly those that
made my butt wobble or my boobs jiggle beneath the tight, thin clothing. 
Tom joked that my erect nipples, which were pressing against the material
of the shirt, were threatening to make new holes, making Sean blush harder
than me.

   Before we knew it, the doorbell was chiming, and our pizza had arrived.
Jim sprinted to the door with the cash while I learned the lines for my
next scene, watching the tablet.  A few seconds later I could hear the
sounds of excited conversation from the hallway, but could only pick up the
tone, and a couple of words.  Two of those words were  -œAndy - and 
-œCandy. - I froze in place, feeling a blush warm my face, and I could see
Sean -(TM)s confusion cloud his expression.

   Tom seemed to be able to read my eyes, and dashed off toward the front
door.  I could hear a muffled exchange between the three male voices, but
even straining to hear, couldn -(TM)t make out what they were saying.  Then
I heard footfalls pounding on the stairs, and a moment later returning back
down.  It was Jim that surprised me, rounding the corner and closing the
door to the family room again.

    -œYou up for some fun? - he asked, tossing the veil I -(TM)d worn last
time Andy was here at me.  I contemplated for a moment.  Was he really
giving me a choice?  I wasn -(TM)t sure how I felt about that.

    -œI don -(TM)t know, - I responded, both to his question, and the fact
that he was asking.

    -œWell, put it on or don -(TM)t, but Andy -(TM)s coming in, - he said,
pulling open the door and waiving the others forward.

   I quickly tied the veil in place, this time further disguised with the
blonde wig.

    -œOh, hell yeah! - Andy exclaimed, following Tom into the room.   -œI
can -(TM)t believe she -(TM)s still hanging around with you lucky punks! 
What the hell does she see in you guys? -

    -œShe -(TM)s free to leave, - Jim said, eyeing me challengingly.

   I remembered that the last time Andy had been here I -(TM)d not said a
word, so I again kept my mouth shut.  I wasn -(TM)t really sure what the
plan was, but I knew the general direction.  When Andy had been here a few
weeks prior, he -(TM)d gotten to see my chest, but only at the end, as the
door was shutting, had Jim pulled off the apron off of me, revealing
everything to the pizza employee -(TM)s hungry eyes.  My brain kept racing
through scenarios, but short of asking me to strip, I couldn -(TM)t see
that happening again.  Sean was looking incredibly out of place and
confused.

    -œHarley, Quinn, right? - Andy was asking.   -œGoddamn, she -(TM)s
still just as hot, isn -(TM)t she? -

   At Jim -(TM)s instruction I showed off the costume, turning this way and
that, and finally reenacting, silently, a couple of the scenes so that I
was wiggling and jiggling inside of the costume for their delight.  Andy
was just as gregarious and outspoken as he had been the last time he -(TM)d
been here, complimenting my body at every opportunity, wondering why these
two punks were so goddamned lucky, and tossing out the occasional whistle
or cuss word when I would bend forward just right, or otherwise excite him
with my movements.

   Sean quickly figured out most of what was happening, and began to relax,
remaining silent and allowing the scene to play out in front of him.  I
could sense that he was almost fearful of speaking, lest he break some
spell.

    -œIt -(TM)s a great costume, but the fishnets are kind of crappy, -
Jim said after a few minutes, addressing the comment to Sean.  It struck me
as an odd comment, but I continued swishing the bat through the air and
jump-kicking.   -œShe says that the shorts mostly hold them in place, but
they don -(TM)t really stay on by themselves.  I can -(TM)t really explain
it right. -

   I froze in place, feeling the blush spread across my face again.  I knew
exactly where this was going.  Turning to me, he said, in the same
cheerful, nonchalant voice,  -œWhy don -(TM)t you show Andy and Sean what
we -(TM)re talking about, Candy? -

   I looked to Tom, and then back to Jim, but both guys were just smiling
brightly.  There would be no changing of minds.  Andy was looking
expectantly at me, the hunger in his eyes intensified as the thought of me
wearing less clothing sunk in.  Sean was looking more disbelieving than
anything, but confusion was evident in the set of his brow.

   With slightly shaking fingers, I unbuckled the belt and let it drop to
the floor.  Andy leaned forward slightly in his chair, his grin growing
wider and more wicked as he watched me.

    -œWhy don -(TM)t you turn around, Candy? - Jim said politely.  Just
like before, when he and Tom had played a game of words and inflections, he
was now being overly polite, enticing Andy even more with not only my body,
but the dynamic between the three of us.

    -œYeah, turn around, Candy! - Andy enthused.

   With my back to them, I slowly shimmied my shorts down, fixing the
fishnet hose back in place, even more aware now of just how much of my butt
was left completely uncovered from the top of them.  It wasn -(TM)t as
though the material would hide my skin from their gaze, but more the
feeling of nakedness, and the self-consciousness of the unorthodox garment
on this intimate part of my body.

   I glanced over to Jim, and he grinned as he read the unspoken question
that must have been strongly evident in my eyes.   -œYou know how this
works, Candy, - he said, mostly for Andy -(TM)s benefit.   -œAll the way
off. -

    -œYeah!  All the way off, Candy! - Andy cheered.   -œYou know how this
works! -

   Still peeking over my shoulder, I saw unadulterated shock register on
Sean -(TM)s face.  I blushed scarlet as I struggled a bit to get them over
my shoes, but this only served to draw more excited comments from Andy, and
raucous laughter from all four guys.

    -œThat -(TM)s an amazing ass, - Andy enthused.   -œI know it -(TM)s
the same ass I saw last time, but how does it look even better today? -

   I flushed again, both at his compliment and the crudity of his speech. I
couldn -(TM)t believe he was speaking about me like that while I was
standing just in front of him.

    -œDo a couple of your kick -(TM)s, Candy, - Jim suggested, still
playing the word games by being overly polite.

   I did a few of the moves, feeling the back of the hose slide down almost
immediately.   -œLeave them, please, - Jim corrected as I went to pull the
material back up.  The front was, by and large, unaffected by my moves, not
that it hid anything at all.

   Feeling myself blush anew, I swung the bat and kicked my legs in my best
imitation of Harley Quinn, all while fiercely working to keep my back to
them.

    -œMy god, look at that butt!  You lucky sons of bitches! - Andy
sighed, jealousy and awe mingled in his voice.   -œI -(TM)ve been around
for more than 40 years, and never had the good fortune to be this close to
a body like this, and here you young pups have her prancing around half
naked for you! -

   I was suddenly struck with the reality of his words.  Although the
internet was full of girls who take their clothes off, it probably wasn
-(TM)t too common for guys, like Tom and Jim, or any of their friends, to
have someone like me in their lives.  Probably one in a few hundred, or
maybe even less.  The number of girls were even less.  If every scenario
was similar to ours, with one girl showing herself to two or three guys,
and the guys were so few, then the girls like me had to be one in a
thousand or fewer.

    -œCandy, why don -(TM)t you show Andy some of your spin kicks, and
maybe your battle stance, - Tom suggested, breaking me out of my reverie.

   I knew that they were asking me to turn around without being so
straightforward, and I felt my face redden anew as I worked up the courage
to do so.  I was still thinking through my epiphany but was feeling more
confident and emboldened as I realized how rare I was, and how lucky they
were to have stumbled across me when they did.  I did a quick, low spin
kick, my leading leg out straight, attempting to go a full 180 degrees
quickly.

    -œHoly crap! - Andy exclaimed.   -œYou can see her cunny right through
them things! -

   Jim and Tom both laughed out loud at Andy -(TM)s crude comment, and I
wanted to melt into the carpet as even Sean laughed out loud.  My attempt
at hiding myself by spinning quickly was obviously failed.

   Tom and Jim, and even Sean, took turns asking for more spin moves, until
Tom had me stand facing the group, bat in both hands, showing my  -œbattle
stance, - while Andy continued to leer unapologetically.  The front of the
fishnet pantyhose had slid down a bit, but it didn -(TM)t really matter. 
My tiny tuft of pubic hair, what little there was of it, was perched above
it regardless.  The holes of the fishnet actually became smaller as the
material bunched, so the sheer material began to obscure me more as time
went on, although I knew I was still highly visible.

    -œI think it -(TM)s time we got to eating our pizza, - Jim finally
said.   -œI hope you enjoyed the costume, Andy! -

    -œBest damned costume I -(TM)ve ever seen, - came the gruff reply as
he hoisted himself up from his chair.   -œWhat -(TM)d you guys do to get so
lucky? -

    -œRight place, right time, - Tom said, ushering Andy from the room as
Jim came to stand proudly by my side, ushering me along while Sean followed
behind.

   As Andy got to the front door, he turned to give me one last glance, and
Jim spun me slowly around.

    -œGoddamned amazing looking girl.  Look at that ass! -



   CBND FanFic Chapter 8

   Jim -(TM)s hands grazed my hips lightly, but I assumed he was just
highlighting my butt for Andy -(TM)s gawking.  Suddenly, I felt the hose
get yanked to my thighs, and I screamed while immediately grasping for the
transparent material.  It was more the shock than the exposure; he wasn
-(TM)t seeing anything he hadn -(TM)t already been staring at for the past
few minutes.

    -œI -(TM)m very disappointed that you would act that way in front of
our guest, Candy, - Jim admonished as Andy laughed appreciatively.   -œIs
that any way to behave? -

   After a few seconds, I shook my head.  I knew what the guys wanted, and
I didn -(TM)t really have a problem with it.  If I did, I would have
stopped this weeks ago.  Or days ago.  Or even earlier this afternoon.

    -œStand up, then, - he commanded impatiently.  Sean -(TM)s eyebrows
shot up on his forehead, and I heard Andy gasp behind me, both registering
their shock that I obeyed so readily, and that I allowed Jim to carefully
arrange my pantyhose around mid-thigh.

    -œIt really is a fantastic looking ass, - Jim commented lightly while
gently caressing each cheek in turn.  I squealed out loud again when he
lightly slapped first one, then the other.   -œLove the way it moves, - he
said, all four guys laughing boisterously.

    -œNow, Candy, - Tom broke in still overly formal,  -œI think you owe
our guest an apology.  He expressed his enjoyment of your body, and when we
tried to show him just how beautiful it is, you tried to hide it from him.
Is it because you don -(TM)t want him to be allowed to look? -

   I was looking over my shoulder, my back still faced toward them, while
Sean was looking directly at my exposed pussy, and I shook my head  -œno.
- I actually liked him looking, but I had gotten embarrassed.  I almost
wished I could speak to explain myself.

    -œThen you should allow him to look, shouldn -(TM)t you? - he pressed.

   I nodded.  He was already staring at my butt, bare as could have been,
with my pantyhose pulled down to about mid-thigh.

    -œThen turn around and let him look, - he finished.  His tone was
still polite and casual, but there was an undertone of authority in his
voice that I found so incredibly sexy.

   Jim slowly and gently guided me around until I was facing the other two
guys.  Sean slowly walked around me, joining Tom and Andy at the door,
making Andy laugh uproariously.  My stomach was aflutter with nervous
energy and excitement as I watched all eyes drop to stare directly between
my legs.  After a moment, Tom broke the silence again.

    -œI thought I told you to let him look, Candy, - he said, a small
frustrated edge coloring his tone.   -œBut you -(TM)re still hiding your
tits.  I don -(TM)t like to ask twice. -

   It took my brain a moment to process what he -(TM)d said, and another to
make my body react, but finally I lifted my shirt to my throat, feeling
both breasts bounce free of the tight t-shirt.

   I saw Andy -(TM)s amazement as I complied, and for a brief moment he was
silent as his eyes roamed up and down my body before he whistled low,
shaking his head.   -œGod dam!  I want one! - he whined, as Tom, laughing
appreciatively, ushered him out the door.  Sean was rooted in place,
silently taking in my body.

    -œYou guys suck! - I complained, but couldn -(TM)t prevent the giggle
from escaping my lips.  I was so excited by all of this that I was getting
giddy.  I tore off the veil, picked up the bat, hoisted the tiny hose back
into place, and burned off my nervous energy with some wild kicks and bat
maneuvers, twirling it like a baton at one point.

   Finally, Tom pulled out napkins, and as the three guys sat on the stools
and ate dinner, I leaned casually against the island with only the fishnet
pantyhose covering me below the waist.  After I -(TM)d finished my two
small pieces, but while they were still working their way through the
pizza, they had me put the belt back on, wearing it a little tighter and
higher so that it didn -(TM)t, according to Tom,  -œhide too much of my
pussy. -

   As I watched them devour all the food, I thought about Andy -(TM)s
earlier words, and my realization.  I determined that I was mostly proud of
being the rare person I was, and that it was fun to be able to give the
boys the thrills that I obviously did.  The giddy, nervous energy returned
as I came to this realization, enhanced by the boy's eyes ceaseless roaming
over my body.  I decided I wasn -(TM)t done for the night.

    -œDo you have any other outfits you want me to try on? - I asked as
the conversation lulled.

    -œUm, nothing really new, - Jim stammered, obviously caught off guard
by my question as Sean looked curiously from person to person.

    -œI, uh, well... - came Tom -(TM)s reply.  I could tell he was trying
to think of something in the bag upstairs under his bed.

   I sighed.   -œI appreciate that you guys got me this costume.  It -(TM)s
really awesome, - I said, unable to suppress my grin,  -œbut I think I'd
like to get dressed soon. - Before they had a chance to agree or argue, I
pressed on with my plan.   -œI know you probably don -(TM)t want me to,
though, so what if I do a strip dance for you, take all of this off, and
then, once the dance is over, I can put my own clothes on?  Is that a fair
deal? -

    -œSure! - exclaimed Jim, a little to excitedly.

    -œHmmm, I don -(TM)t know... - interrupted Tom.  I don -(TM)t know if
he had caught on to my mood, or if he was just smart enough to not accept
the first offer without at least trying to push for more.

   Adopting as serious a face as I could muster, I thought for a moment.  
-œWhat if, after the dance, I agree to watch one Netflix show with you
topless? - I offered.

   Jim looked ready to happily accept, and Sean looked simultaneously
disbelieving and euphoric, but Tom was quicker.   -œOnly topless?  That
doesn -(TM)t seem like that good a deal.  If we watch now, You -(TM)re
pretty much bottomless.  I could just tell you to take off that shirt, and
it -(TM)d be even better. -

    -œOkay, - I grinned.   -œFinal offer.  I -(TM)ll do the dance, and
then I -(TM)ll put on anything at all  -" as much or as little as you want
-" from your bag of outfits, and we -(TM)ll watch one Netflix show.  Then I
get to get dressed. -

    -œDeal! - Tom exclaimed, reaching out to shake my hand.  Sean looked
absolutely giddy at the thought.  Jim and Tom whispered back and forth for
a moment, and then Jim ran up the stairs and was back down in less than a
minute.  In his hands were the black thigh-high stockings, which was
exactly what I had expected.  I feigned exasperation for a moment, before
giving in with good grace.

    -œTwo songs minimum! - Tom crowed as the three guys took their chairs.
 -œUp on the coffee table! - He started a playlist from his phone that
played through the stereo speakers, and I began to sway.  I needed no time
to find my rhythm; I had been the one to suggest this because I was excited
to be doing it.  I danced for about a minute before bending down to untie
both of my shoes.  After another fifteen seconds or so, I pulled off the
shirt and dropped it on Sean -(TM)s lap.  After a few twirls, I stepped on
the heel of each shoe, kicking them off and to the floor.  After another
thirty seconds or so, I stopped with my back to the boys, and yanked my
hose down, bending only at the hips with my legs as far apart as I could
manage with the hose still on, thrusting my bare bottom towards them while
exposing my pussy.  I took my time pulling the pantyhose off of each foot
before standing and turning back to face them again.  Their cheers and
comments only served to fuel my excitement as I continued dancing for them.

   The first song drew to a close, and the second started.  I danced for a
while, energetically and as erotically as I could, before reaching out
toward them and pulling off the leather studded wrist band from my right
arm.  After another half minute, I pulled off the half-glove from my left
hand.  Another few turns and bouncing dance moves, and I unclasped the
second wrist band.  As the song was drawing to a close, I reached up and
unclasped the choker, twirling it over my head as the final few notes faded
out.

   I dropped the choker on Jim -(TM)s lap and stood, breathing a little
harder than necessary.  While I had been dancing, I had realized that two
songs would not be enough for me.   -œOh, dang it! - I exclaimed.   -œI
forgot the stupid wig!  You guys feel like letting a girl off the hook, or
do I have to do a whole song to take off the last thing? -

   Exactly as I'd expected, Tom unapologetically insisted on another full
song, and I resumed dancing almost immediately.  I pulled the wig off
immediately, running my fingers through my hair and shaking it out to get
rid of any  -œhat hair - that might be making me look goofy, as I
continued to bounce and spin, showing my body to them from every angle.

   I continued to dance into the fourth song, transitioning down from the
table to the floor, and energetically danced out the rest of that song.  I
excused myself to the powder room to fix my hair, which was making me
self-conscious.  I was pleasantly surprised to find that, although messier
than I normally wore it, it looked kind of sexy.

   I sat on the coffee table, my feet on the couch between Tom and Sean, as
I pulled on the black thigh-highs one at a time, showing off my legs and
the area between them as much as I could without being too obvious as I
did. I sat between two of them on the couch, and we watched an episode of
Big Mouth, laughing out loud at the crudity and sexuality of the storyline.
I said nothing when Jim started a second episode, and we laughed along with
it as well, but I did stand up before he could start a third episode.  I
was coming down from my naked high, and wanted to get dressed.  I was
feeling more awkward now that the attention had turned largely to the
images on the TV screen and away from me and my body.

   They had a quick debate; Tom wanted to remove my stockings himself,
while Jim wanted me to dance them off.  I was getting ready to weigh in,
when Sean shyly suggested I dance and let Jim and Tom each take one off
while I did so.  Tom started the music again, and I began to dance, feeling
a little less exuberant than before, but fairly quickly feeling sexy and
on-display again.  After a minute, I stepped off the coffee table and made
my way over to Tom, and felt the electricity between us as he slowly worked
his fingers under the stocking top.  I could feel his breath on my bare
skin, and I knew his gaze was burning into my pussy, so close to his
excited, lust filled eyes.  Slowly and carefully he pushed the stocking
down, his fingertips grazing my thigh, my knee, my calf, and finally my
foot as I lifted my leg and he pulled it the rest of the way off.  I
shuddered, goose flesh breaking out over my skin, as I turned and danced
away from him.  After a half minute, I had calmed myself enough to dance
over to Jim.  He was less gentle, but more bold, and the electricity simply
wasn -(TM)t there.  It was fun, erotic, groping.  He reached behind me,
grabbed my butt, and pulled my body close to him.  He slid his hands down,
touching every inch of my thighs until he reached the stocking, which he
yanked down to my knee before fondling the front of my leg.  Then he lifted
my foot to his own knee, spreading me open as he splayed my knee to the
side, and then pulled the stocking down and off, tossing it carelessly to
the side.

   I continued the dance, retaking my place on the coffee table, for the
final minute of the song, and then the entirety of the next.

   I stood there on the table, laughing and joking with them for a few
minutes after the music had stopped, before I finally stepped down,
intending on dressing.  Tom obviously wanted to find a reason to keep me
naked a bit longer, and had me gather up all of the discarded clothes and
fold them all up, as well as the stockings that were still in the kitchen.
At Jim -(TM)s suggestion I pulled on the Harley Quinn shorts, and deciding
to be silly, I resumed my sexy dancing, now without music.  After a minute,
I slowly peeled the shorts off, continuing my wiggling, swaying dance.  
-œCan I get dressed yet? - I asked, pausing my erotic show.

    -œNO! - said all three guys in unison.

   I sighed, for real this time, rather than dramatically, but nodded.  
-œWhat are we doing, then? -

    -œOne more episode? - asked Jim hopefully.

   We returned to our seats, and Tom jokingly pulled my leg over his, which
Jim immediately copied.  As a result, I ended up sitting with one leg over
each of theirs, my legs spread, as we watched TV, Sean -(TM)s eyes fixed
more on my crotch than the screen.  About ten minutes before the end of the
episode, we heard a key in the door.  I startled for a second, and then
jumped up and pulled on my shorts and t-shirt, diving into the stuffed
side-chair just as Jim -(TM)s parents walked into the kitchen.  I could
feel the heat in my face, and my heart was racing as the adrenaline burned
through my bloodstream.  They seemed oblivious, making idle small talk with
us before going upstairs.  As soon as the episode ended, I hugged my
goodbyes to head home for the night.

   I had a lot to think about.



   CBND FanFic Chapter 9

   My parents were still not home, but for once I didn -(TM)t want to have
the house to myself.  If anything, it was a bit of an inconvenience.  Were
they already here, I could make the requisite chit chat now, get it out of
the way, and then go to my room, ostensibly to watch a show on my laptop.
They would leave me alone for the rest of the night, and would be
unsurprised by my silence since I would be expected to have my earbuds in.
Now I had the specter of their imminent arrival, and all of the social
obligations that would accompany it, preventing immersion in my own
thoughts.

   I wanted alone time.  I wanted solitude in order to think through
everything.  There were so many new things, and a big part of my
personality included an intrinsic sense of self reflection.  Throughout my
lift, I -(TM)ve striven to understand my motivations and my impact on
others, and have always been silently proud of that aspect of me, because
I've felt that it makes me a better person.

   Until now, this had all been a game.  I had thought through it all from
the standpoint of the guys -(TM) points of view; would they consider me
slutty?  I had thought through it from the standpoint of my safety; would I
end up being sexually assaulted?  I had thought through the boys -(TM)
reactions to me; did they really find me attractive, or were they just
making fun of me and bullying me?  And lately, I had thought through my
feelings toward Tom, his feelings toward me, and what they might mean.

   But I had thought through all of those things selfishly.

   What about the boys -(TM) points of view?  I was seeing now that there
was more to it than them considering me a slut, or a whore, or a plaything.
That was about me.  What about them?

   And their reactions to me?  I guess that was similar.  If I made it
about them and what they wanted, then it wasn -(TM)t about me.

   And my feelings toward Tom?  I had framed all of that about my desire to
continue the games.  All about me.  But what did he want?  What did I want
beyond this?  Had I ever considered the friendship, and possibly more, that
was developing there?

   I made my way upstairs.  In the bathroom I brushed my teeth, washed my
face, brushed my hair, and peed.  In my bedroom, I engaged the rarely used
lock on my doorknob.  I was hopeful that I would hear my parents arrive
home and they -(TM)d not notice, but I didn -(TM)t want to take the chance.
I wanted to be naked.  Perhaps I needed to be naked.

   I pulled my shirt overhead and pushed my shorts to the floor.  Smiling
to myself, hearing Geoff -(TM)s voice in my head, I picked them up and
folded them neatly before placing them in my dirty clothes hamper.  I spent
a few moments in front of the mirror, looking at my body.  My curves were
womanly and decidedly feminine, but I still had the stance of an athlete. I
was round and soft where I should be, but fit and slim, with hard muscles
showing through my skin in other places.  I had no idea how long I would be
lucky enough to be this genetically blessed, and for a moment I was glad
that I was able to enjoy myself as much as this summer had been allowing
me.

   I went to my closet and pulled out an old pair of sweats and laid them
on my bed.  I hadn -(TM)t worn these since I moved here, but they were
suitable for my needs tonight.  When my parents came home, they would be
really easy to quickly pull on, and they would disguise the fact that I was
wearing nothing under them.  I was not at all in the mood for clothes, but
these would allow me those couple of minutes to see my parents and let them
know that I was in for the evening, makeup free and comfortably attired for
a night of lazing in bed with a book or a show.  They were my guarantee of
not being disturbed.

   I reclined on my bed, intentionally above the covers, relishing in the
feeling of the warm summer evening air on my skin.  I contemplated
wandering the house as I -(TM)d done a time or two before, and recalled the
physical and emotional high that had given me.  There was a feeling of
being naughty, and a bit dangerous, coupled with a running commentary in my
head of what someone might see if they were peeking in a window, spying on
me.  It was intoxicating, coupled with hyper awareness of textures and
temperatures.  The hard, cool countertop as my hip grazed against it.  The
uneven texture of the tile floor under my feet.  The brightness of the
light in the refrigerator, and the blast of cold air that spilled out
across my flesh.

   Nudity had always been something private.  I wouldn -(TM)t exactly say
that my parents had shamed me, but lying there I could recall being five or
six, admonished to put my nightgown on when I'd run out of my bedroom in
just a pair of panties.  I couldn -(TM)t recollect the circumstances of the
event, but I did remember my mom -(TM)s scolding vividly.  That evoked
other memories; running naked through the house after a bath, my mom
chasing me with my pajamas, yelling that I needed to be dressed, and being
caught sleeping naked at age 13, my mom telling me that it wasn -(TM)t
appropriate.

   I tried to think back to the last time I -(TM)d seen my mom -(TM)s body.
We belonged to a park district pool when I was younger, and would change in
the dressing room, but she always used the small changing cubicles with the
curtain drawn.  I knew that there must -(TM)ve been a time, but I couldn
-(TM)t come up with it.  I knew without even thinking hard that I -(TM)d
never seen my father naked, or at least not when I was old enough to form
long term memories.

   Growing up, nudity had always been something to be ashamed of, and
something to hide.  Something had changed recently.  I wasn -(TM)t sure
what it was, but it had changed deep inside me, altering me to my core. 
When this had started, I just wanted to show off a little bit, to feel
proud of my new body, and to see the thrill on the faces of the boys next
door.  But I had quickly allowed it to go much further than that.  When
they -(TM)d accidentally gotten a peek of a bit more than I -(TM)d planned
to show them, I thrilled to it, rather than being upset.  I welcomed the
next visit with them.  And the next, even as they pushed me farther,
including someone else  -" a stranger!   -" in their games.  I actually
liked it.

   Was I always like this?  As a girl I had always enjoyed running naked
across the hall, dashing to the bathroom to hop into the tub or the shower.
It hadn -(TM)t exactly become ritual, but it was something I -(TM)d done
for years.  Go to the bathroom and start the water.  Return to my bedroom
to undress, peek my head out the door to ensure the coast was clear, and
then sprint naked back to the bathroom.  I -(TM)d never been caught, of
course.  But on most other occasions I simply undressed in the bathroom,
returning the dirty clothes to my bedroom after the shower, safely wrapped
in my towel.  Why had I sometimes wanted to play that little risky game?

   I recalled other times, when I was very young, playing with toys in my
room.  I had undressed myself, partially or completely, as it fit with
little storylines I was creating with my dolls.  Never sexual stories.  I
was uneducated about sex, and it entered my mind only when it was pushed
there by a movie or a stray comment or joke from a school friend.  My
stories were harmless, but sometimes nudity was a part of them.  Cindy, one
of my dolls, was smuggling herself to see Robert, another of my dolls, who
happened to be her best friend.  Robert had moved away, and they couldn
-(TM)t play together anymore.  Cindy was going to mail herself to him so
that they could spend the day playing together, but in my child's mind, she
had to go into the shoebox without her clothes.  I smiled, laying in my
bed, as I recalled stripping off the little dress from my doll, and then
pulling off my own clothes, and then putting my nude doll into the shoebox.
I had crawled under the bed, imagining that I was in a shipping container,
and then I popped out, my boy doll, Robert, overjoyed that I/Cindy was
there.

   I didn -(TM)t recall the nudity being a big deal to Robert or Cindy. 
Robert noticed it, of course, but it was all explained away because I  -"
Cindy  -" had to be shipped.  Robert and Cindy played in my room that
afternoon, until I heard my mother calling me for lunch.  I had pulled on
my own clothes and left the dolls on the bed.  I found other things to do
after lunch, and didn -(TM)t return to that fantasy that afternoon, but I
did return to it often, on other rainy days when I was forced to play
inside and alone.

   Was it possible that this was a genetic predisposition?  I suddenly
remembered kindergarten, playing Simon Says, the children -(TM)s game where
you have to do what you -(TM)re told, but only if Simon says to do it.  I
had played with a little boy and little girl from my neighborhood.  We were
in my parent -(TM)s family room, and I was Simon.  I had stood in the front
of the room saying the things they should do, and then, without saying 
-œSimon says, - I said  -œtake off your shirt! - I pulled off my own
dress, leaving me in just my little girl panties.  I remembered thrilling
to being almost naked in front of them.  Neither child pulled off their own
shirt, because Simon had not said to do it.  My mom scolded me for that,
too.  I wasn -(TM)t allowed to play with that boy any more.  I had
completely forgotten about that incident until now.  There was nothing 
-œdirty - about it, but I had thrilled to being naked simply for the sake
of being naked.

   What did that mean?  Even at age five, I found it exhilarating to take
off my clothes.  Even when my body was asexual, and even when they would
have no interest in seeing it.  Did that mean something?  Was it about the
nudity, or about being seen?

   My mind strayed to flashers.  People who open their raincoats to
unsuspecting victims.  I thought of it in those terms, picturing a creepy
guy with an unattractive body, frightening women in an alley somewhere.  My
thoughts were immediately and unwaveringly negative about that, and I
repulsed at the thought.  To my way of thinking, it was a form of sexual
assault.  I tried to think of myself in a raincoat.  What if the people I
was flashing were strangers?  What if they were offended, or had
girlfriends or wives who would be upset?  I couldn -(TM)t see myself 
-œforcing - it on other people.  It didn -(TM)t seem nearly as fun to me.

   Was that why I enjoyed the game we played with outfits?  They were
telling me what to wear, or what not to wear, and so I was not being
creepy, but I was still getting the same thrill.  That felt like the truth,
or some of it, anyway.  I liked being told what to do.  Dancing for them,
strutting for them, wearing what they liked to see me in.

   I moved on to my second question.  What about the boy -(TM)s reactions
to me?  I knew what I wanted.  I liked their comments, even the crude ones.
I liked their enthusiasm.  I liked their excitement when I took something
off.  But what did THEY like?  I tried to think back through my encounters
with them.  Jim had always seemed to gravitate toward my butt.  He really
liked my boobs, too, but was always asking me to turn around, to wiggle my
ass.  He had preferred the thong bikini bottoms, and had commented on how
my butt moved.  What did this really mean, though?  I couldn -(TM)t think
of that yet.  If I tried to think of what these things all meant, I would
overwhelm myself and possibly derail my whole night of discovery.

   Geoff was easy.  He liked my boobs a lot.  He often complimented my
legs. Geoff seemed to be the predictable, stereotype of a man.  He seemed,
like Jim and Tom, to like to include others in the games.  I got the
impression that he sexualized me a lot more than the younger guys did, and
wondered if perhaps he included his friends in order to make the whole
thing more innocent and silly, rather than sexually charged.  Like Tom and
Jim, he seemed to enjoy the costumes, although he was more than willing to
have me naked with just the small bikini as the  -œcostume - for the
unveiling.  He was also more patient, which may have been a result of
maturity that comes with age.

   Tom was also pretty easy, but unexpected.  I knew that guys liked
vaginas, but I had always thought they were just for sex, not for looking
at.  I figured the legs, the butt, the boobs  -" they were the visual
foreplay  -" and the pussy was the relief.  Tom had surprised me with how
much he liked to look there.  I could tell almost instantly that it was his
favorite part of my anatomy, and somehow that thrilled me even more.  It
was so very intimate, much more so than my backside or chest.  While those
were  -œprivate - parts, they were able to be glimpsed through clothing.
Size and shape were discernable, and with a thin bra, even my nipples could
be seen pressing out against the fabric.

   I stood in front of my mirror, looking directly at my pussy with the
light skin folding inward, creating little more than a thin slit when I was
standing primly.  As I pushed my feet wider, I watched myself spreading
slightly to show a hint of the pinker insides, my outer labia revealed.  I
moved to the floor, pulling my pillows down to prop my head, and allowed my
knees to fall open, showing so much more of my intimate anatomy.  I knew
that my clit sometimes swelled, pulling free from its tiny hood and
revealing itself, as it was now.  For over a minute I watched my inner lips
gently and slowly unfold, falling to the sides to reveal the vaginal
opening, which was visibly moist.



   CBND FanFic Chapter 10

   I quickly adjusted my pillows to allow me to see better, and then my
right hand moved to my pussy.  I was amazed at just how wet I actually was.
At first, all I could focus on was the feelings, and the orgasm rapidly
building in my core, coiling like a spring, winding tighter and tighter.  I
had been turned on all day, so I guess it made sense, but this had to be
record time to climax.  Watching my finger lightly caress my straining
clit, I exploded in ecstasy, crying out as my body locked, and then
released in convulsions as wave after wave crashed over me, exploding from
deep inside.

   It seemed to go on forever, and my hand continued to stroke and caress
my whole pussy now.  I closed my eyes several times, but fought to keep
them open.  I wanted to watch myself.  I kept up my ministrations, seeing
the glistening wetness that my body was making, and that my fingers were
spreading over myself, reflected in the lamplight.  Watching myself like
this, and even seeing my own butt hole, glistening in my moisture, spurred
me on, and I continued to rub myself, thrusting my hips up to meet my
hands. Soon I was having a second orgasm, less powerful, but still amazing.

   I lay on the floor, spent, lightly running my fingers over my sex,
watching myself.  I could feel my arousal rising again, but after the
release of my back-to-back orgasms, it was slower building.  Instead of
working toward climax, I instead observed myself, trying to see my actions
through the boys -(TM) eyes.  I quickly decided that they would not make
fun of me.  They would be just as excited by this as I seemed to be. 
Masturbation used to be a dirty, shameful secret.  Boys denied doing it,
and good girls had neither the need nor desire.  As a society, that was
changing, and now it was okay to admit to, although still a private
activity.  I had thought about them watching me more than once, so I was
pretty sure that I knew that I wanted that.

   That line of thinking brought me around to my next quandary.  What would
I do with all of this new insight?  Some of the answers were easy.  Jim
liked to see my butt, so I would make sure to show it off for him.  Geoff
liked my boobs and my legs, so I could find subtle ways to highlight them.
Tom would be more difficult.  How could I  -œcasually - show off my pussy?
On a whim, I jumped to my feet and dashed to the bathroom.  Without giving
myself time to change my mind, I grabbed my razor and conditioner, and in
less than a minute I was hairless.  I may not be able to nonchalantly draw
attention to my vagina, but this alteration was certain to turn it into a
conversation piece.  Something about his reaction when I -(TM)d trimmed it
down prior had made me think he would like the full-on Brazilian that I was
now sporting.

   I returned to my room after making sure that I was completely clean down
below, and stood admiring myself in the mirror.  Something about it made me
look a little sexier, in my opinion.  I could feel my arousal rising again
as I admired myself, looking at my whole body a little differently now,
trying to see it through their eyes.  My excitement, coupled with my
earlier ministrations, had opened me up much more.  Even standing casually,
glistening moisture on my inner folds was visible, reflected back at me
from the mirror.  I stood enthralled, wondering if the guys had ever seen
me like this, and if they knew what it meant.  Surely Geoff would.  I was
about to watch myself a third time when my mom -(TM)s voice called to me
from the stairs.   -œClaire?  Are you up there? -

   I pulled on my sweats, glad that I -(TM)d had the forethought, and had
barely replaced the pillows and laid on the bed when the door swung open. 
-œDidn -(TM)t you hear me calling you? -

    -œSorry, mom.  I was reading.  Lost in thought, - I lied smoothly.

    -œYour room is a mess! - she scolded lightly, eyeing the rumpled
bedsheets and discarded outfits from earlier in the day.

    -œHow was the bar-b-que? - I asked, ignoring her reprimand.

    -œExhausting.  I think your father is half asleep already! - she
laughed.  I suddenly realized that I had no idea what time it was, only
that it was dark outside.

    -œI -(TM)m pretty sleepy myself! - I agreed.

   I told her a little about my day, keeping details scanty.  I went
swimming, played Bocce Ball, then had pizza and watched a little Netflix
with Jim, Tom, and Tom -(TM)s parents next door.

   She left my room and I followed her into the hall, ducking into the
bathroom again.  I had to wipe myself before I stained my sweat pants.

   I stayed dressed, lounging on my bed while absently staring at my laptop
for a few minutes, and sure enough my dad peeked his head in on his way to
bed.  It was only 9:15, and while I really wanted to text Tom, I refrained.
It would become less fun for everyone if I was too eager, and if it
happened to frequently.

   With them home, I wondered if it was smart to strip, but the desire was
too strong.  Although they often entered my room without knocking, I felt
like they would be asleep soon.  I waited until my mom came up, which was
only about ten minutes later.  She cracked my door to poke her head inside
and wish me a good night, and then I heard their bedroom door shut.  I
listened to the sound of her brushing her teeth and readying herself for
bed, and then the ensuing silence.

   I stood, fighting the urge to lock my door, admiring myself in the
mirror once more.  I reasoned that, if the door was locked, I -(TM)d have
to explain myself if they tried to come in.  But if they opened the door
without knocking and caught me naked, they would be the ones apologizing. I
am in my own room, behind a closed door.  It -(TM)s perfectly acceptable to
be naked in that circumstance.

   I thought more about the boys.  About their proclivity to show me off to
others, about their enjoyment of lingerie, and the lengths that Jim and Tom
specifically had gone to.  Geoff had teased me, caught me naked, and then
let me suggest that I be his French maid.  I hadn -(TM)t expected his
friends, nor the poker party, but I hadn -(TM)t minded, either.  But Jim
and Tom had invested their own money in buying me things to wear for them.

   I -(TM)ve heard it said that the most sensitive part of the body when
masturbating is the ears.  On my bed, listening intently for any sound of
movement from my parents -(TM) room, I gave myself a third orgasm, fighting
hard to ensure I remained silent throughout.  For ten minutes after, I
struggled to decide, but finally threw caution to the wind, and dashed
naked across the hallway to the bathroom.  I needed to wipe myself again,
and now I needed to pee.  After flushing the toilet and washing my hands at
the sink, I peeked my head out the door, listening for any sounds.  My
parent -(TM)s door was closed tightly, with no light issuing from
underneath.

   I strolled slowly, stopping for a moment in the hallway to relish in the
feeling of rebellion, before returning to my room and quietly pulling the
door closed.

   I tried to get into bed, but couldn -(TM)t find sleep.  I pulled on my
sweatshirt, and checked it out it in the mirror.  With my arms at my sides,
it fully covered me, front and back, but only barely.  If I was caught in
the kitchen wearing this, I would surely be scolded, but unless I raised my
arms, both parents would assume I had panties on.  I could say that I
thought they were asleep, and had snuck down for a glass of water.  They
both knew that I often slept in just panties and a t-shirt.  It had become
a topic of discussion when my mom noticed that my pajama bottoms were never
in the laundry in the summer, and I -(TM)d been forced to admit that I
found them too hot, and had been sleeping without them.  My dad had found
it no big deal, but my mother had raised a fuss, conceding with poor grace.

   If caught tonight, my dad would stammer an apology and return to his
bed. My mom would scold me, but only for not wearing more in the public
area of the house.  It was a risk I was willing to take.  This night seemed
to be about exploration and self-discovery.

   I peeked out my bedroom door, and then walked quietly down the hall and
down the stairs.  The house was dark, but I could see well enough to get
around by the moonlight from the back windows.  I checked the sofa, happy
to find it empty.  When my dad had too much to drink, he tended to snore,
and often my mother would banish him to the couch for the night.  I didn
-(TM)t think he -(TM)d seemed intoxicated, but I'd seen him only for a
minute before he went to bed.

   I walked quietly around the first floor, peeking out the windows,
feeling adventurous and naughty.  In the kitchen I faced the sliding door,
peering at the dark hedges that separated our own property from Geoff
-(TM)s on one side and Tom -(TM)s on the other.  I looked over my shoulder
to ensure I was still alone, then lifted my shirt to flash my newly denuded
pussy in that direction.

   Giggling quietly to myself, I went to the cabinet and quietly removed a
glass.  I almost used the ice maker, but stopped myself before it could
make its normal grinding noise, and opted instead to have my water straight
up.

   I pulled a barstool around the end of the island so that I could see the
stairs, but so that my body below the breasts was hidden behind the
countertop.  I hiked up my shirt, and sat, bare butt against the leather
stool.  I knew my mom would freak out about how unhygienic this was, but
the sensations were too decadent for me to care.

   As I sipped my water, I allowed a tiny bit to dribble to my chin, which
dripped onto my sweatshirt.  Grinning widely, I took the bottom of the
shirt and used it to wipe my chin, bearing both breasts to the empty, dark
room for much longer than necessary as I did.

    -œClaire? - my father -(TM)s voice whispered from the top of the
stairs.

    -œDown here! - I whispered back, forcing my shirt to cover as much of
me as possible while my heart pounded in my chest as the adrenaline spiked.

   I heard his footsteps as he crept down the steps.   -œYou trying to
sneak out? - he accused.

    -œGetting a glass of water, - I corrected indignantly, still
whispering, and holding up the cup with one hand while holding my shirt
down with the other.

    -œAre you certain you -(TM)re not planning to sneak out? - he
demanded, relaxing his stance a bit.

    -œHave I ever snuck out, dad? - I countered.   -œI was thirsty.  Got a
drink. -

   He thought about that for a minute, still not willing to let it drop.  
-œWhy were you being so sneaky? -

    -œBecause I'm not wearing any pants, and mom would be pissed, and I
really don -(TM)t want to show my dad my panties! - I blurted, a little
louder than I had intended.

   He looked stunned for a moment, then grinned.   -œI don -(TM)t really
see why your mom would be upset. -

    -œShe thinks I should wear pajamas, - I reminded him.  It was
absolutely surreal to have my bare butt on the leather stool, my hand
pulling the shirt down between my legs, and having a conversation with my
father.

    -œOh, yeah, - he mused.  He seemed intent on staying in the kitchen
until I finished and went back up with him.  Worried that he might walk
around the island, I stood, pulling my shirt down all around, ensuring that
I wasn -(TM)t exposed anywhere.  I quickly swallowed the rest of the water,
and feeling my face flush, I turned my back to him and put the glass in the
sink.

    -œOh!  You -(TM)re really not wearing pants! - he exclaimed, looking
away quickly.

   I grabbed at the hem of my shirt, but it was still low.   -œDad!!! -

    -œI didn -(TM)t see anything, - he stammered, realizing how it had
sounded, still looking pointedly away from me.   -œI thought you were lying
to me, so I was surprised, that -(TM)s all! -

   I edged around the island.   -œAfter you? - I waived towards the
stairs.

    -œOh.  Probably best, - he agreed, moving quickly up.  I followed at a
cautious distance behind.  He was standing by my bedroom door when I got
up.

    -œGet in bed, under the covers, - he ordered, then moved farther down
the hall, his back to me.



   CBND FanFic Chapter 11

   I rushed into my room and jumped into bed, pulling the sheet up much
higher than it needed to be.  He came in cautiously a moment later.

    -œI -(TM)m sorry I accused you of trying to sneak out, - he said
sincerely.   -œYou -(TM)re usually not that quiet when you sneak around the
house, so I assumed you were up to something. -

    -œBe louder when sneaking around, - I smiled.   -œGot it. -

   He laughed.   -œI didn -(TM)t mean to embarrass you, either, - he said,
blushing.  I got my skin tone from my dad, and his face reddened as easily
as my own.  Neither of us were good liars because of it.

    -œThat -(TM)ll teach me for running around the house in my underpants,
- I joked.  I had always had an easy relationship with my dad.  He was
strict when he needed to be, but I had been a pretty good kid, so that wasn
-(TM)t all that often.

    -œI should trust you more, - he admitted.   -œYou -(TM)ve never been a
rowdy one, always home by curfew, no wild parties, you -(TM)ve never been
caught with drugs.  I -(TM)m not aware of any tattoos. -

    -œYou should trust me, dad, - I agreed.   -œI -(TM)m smart enough to
have never been caught with any of the drugs, and let me tell you, there
-(TM)ve been a LOT of drugs.  And I get all of my tattoos in places I know
you -(TM)re not going to look.  What I -(TM)m trying to say, dad, is that I
-(TM)m pretty smart for my age. -

   He chuckled along with me.  We had the same eyes, and I always liked to
watch his laugh lines crinkle at the corners.   -œThat -(TM)s my girl, -
he played along.

   My phone vibrated just then, and he looked genuinely shocked to hear it
coming from across the room.

   His eyebrows raised, and I knew what it meant.  He was challenging me.
He was wondering if maybe I had been planning to sneak out, but I could see
that concept warring with the fact that he knew I didn -(TM)t have my purse
with me downstairs, and that I wasn -(TM)t wearing pants.  I saw a flash in
his eyes as he reassessed me, perhaps wondering if I'd been planning a
sexual hookup.

    -œIt -(TM)s in my purse, - I pointed casually.   -œDo a chick a favor
so I don -(TM)t have to flash you? - I wasn -(TM)t the good girl I -(TM)d
always been, but I was the smart girl I professed to be.  I always deleted
any damming texts from my phone immediately, and would take no pictures
that would get me in trouble.  Tom and Jim -(TM)s texts were mostly benign
without context, simply asking if they could come over, or if I could go
there, but I deleted many of them anyway.   -œOutside zipper pocket,
passcode is Christmas.  1225, - I offered casually, laying back against my
pillow.

    -œWho -(TM)s Tom? - he asked.

    -œGuy next door.  You -(TM)ve met him, - I answered casually, while
silently wondering if I -(TM)d gambled poorly.  My adrenaline was spiking
again, and I worked to keep my breathing even.

    -œYou have plans with him tomorrow night? -

   I -(TM)d all but forgotten about that with the excitement of the day.  I
wasn -(TM)t sure what he -(TM)d be texting about, but I decided to go with
a version of the truth so it wouldn -(TM)t be far off from whatever he
-(TM)d said.  I knew that if there was something dirty in there, my dad
would be yelling, not trying to quiz me on my future plans.   -œWe -(TM)re
going to the mall.  His buddy, Marcus, works at one of the shops there.  He
was able to get me his employee discount on a cute outfit that I totally
can -(TM)t afford, and we were going to go pick it up after they close, and
then hang out.  Maybe dinner or something. -

   He glanced at the phone again, and then tossed it to me.   -œYou suck
all the fun out of being an overprotective father, - he admonished.  
-œYou -(TM)ve grown up into an absolutely beautiful woman, and I worry
about you. -

    -œBecause you only have to worry about beautiful people? - I
challenged.  I knew him well enough to know that he was not this shallow.
He was concerned that I wouldn -(TM)t have developed the social skills to
handle the male attention that my new body would attract.  We -(TM)d had
this conversation before, and the last time I -(TM)d been able to honestly
say that I -(TM)d had no male attention.  I shuddered to think what he
-(TM)d say about the attention I was attracting, and drawing to myself,
recently.

    -œNot at all, - he responded, his eyes crinkling in humor.   -œIt
-(TM)s just that no one cares when the ugly ones go missing! -

   I couldn -(TM)t help but smiling.   -œAnd I used to be ugly? -

    -œHideously so, - he cringed.   -œI -(TM)d been lobbying for stapling
money to your clothes in hopes you -(TM)d get kidnapped, but your mother
seems to have developed some sort of attachment. -

    -œThanks for not giving up on me, dad! - I gushed, overacting.

    -œI wanted to sell you, but no one was buying, - he mumbled, hugging
me back.   -œWasted money on all those advertisements -- -

    -œCan you wake up mom? - I asked.   -œI want to give her the name of a
good divorce lawyer I found. -

    -œWhere -(TM)d you find a lawyer? -

    -œWhen I snuck out last night, you know, after curfew?  Well, his
client, the sex pervert, sold me some really amazing drugs.  He said he
loved my tattoos.  Boy, that was a wild party! -

   He laughed out loud.   -œI miss hanging out with you. -

    -œI miss hanging out with you, too, dad, but let -(TM)s have daddy
daughter fun time when I -(TM)m wearing pants and a bra, shall we? -

   He laughed again, but flushed brightly.   -œAgreed! - He stood, kissed
the top of my head, and backed out of my room, pulling the door shut behind
him.

    -œPhew! - I thought, slumping into the pillows.  I couldn -(TM)t
believe that I -(TM)d almost been busted half naked in the kitchen.  What
if I'd been wiping my chin when he snuck downstairs?

   I picked up my phone to read the text from Tom to see how well I -(TM)d
lied.   -œMarcus just called, and we -(TM)re all set.  Are we still on for
the mall tomorrow night? -

    -œAll set! - I shot back.  Then, "is Jim going to set rules for what I
wear again? -

    -œYou -(TM)ll have to ask him, - Tom sent back.  After a moment
another text followed.   -œI guess I don -(TM)t see why it matters. 
Whatever you wear will come off anyway. -

   I smiled.   -œCocky, aren -(TM)t you? -

    -œWhen you can back it up, it -(TM)s just confidence.  Can -(TM)t wait
to SEE you, Claire! -

   I wrestled with several replies.  Some were snarky, some were funny, and
some were gushier than I was aware that I could be with a boy.  In the end
I went with what I hoped would be playful.   -œHarley Quinn says hi! -

   It took much too long for him to text back, so I knew that he -(TM)d
struggled with how to reply.  It made me smile to think of him, his
eyebrows pushed together, fretting over the screen.  He had finally decided
on  -œTell her I think she -(TM)s hot, but I liked her better after she
danced. -

   I could tell that he -(TM)d danced outside of his comfort zone a bit,
and I decided to let him sweat that reply.  I deleted all the texts after
my initial  -œall set, - and set the phone on my nightstand, and ended up
falling asleep quite quickly.

   The next morning was Monday, and my parents were gone before I got out
of bed.  I pulled on my sweat pants and made the rounds of the house,
ensuring I was home alone.  Their bedroom was empty, bed freshly made. 
Their bathroom was still a little humid and smelled of my mom -(TM)s body
wash.  The stool I -(TM)d sat on the night before was returned to its usual
spot, and my glass had been washed and was drying in the rack, along with
two coffee mugs and two cereal bowls.  The back blinds were wide open,
letting in the natural sunlight and brightening the room to match my mood.
A peak out the front window showed that both cars were gone.

   I stripped off my clothes immediately, grinning wildly and secretly
excited at how little effort it took to make me naked, and pranced around
the kitchen, giddy.  I poured a large glass of water, and pulled a covered
bowl of honeydew out of the fridge, eating it with my fingers.  In the
family room I turned on the stereo, and began dancing wildly, chomping on
the melon and not caring that my face and fingers were getting slick with
the juices.  Over and over I returned to the kitchen to grab another
handful, and I kept giggling at the mess I was making with it as my chest
became sticky and shiny with the juice.

   When I'd finished the bowl, I washed my hands, and then the bowl and my
water glass, and finally wiped my face and chest.  I danced a bit more,
working up a light sweat, before deciding to do my yoga session inside
today.  I shut off the stereo, laid the mat on the floor and went through
an hour of yoga poses, thrilling in my complete nudity as I did.  I kept
hoping for a knock on the back door, or a surprised face in the window, but
none came.

   A little disappointed, I rolled up my yoga mat, returned it to the
closet, and then grabbed my sweats off the floor and headed upstairs.  I
tossed the clothes into the hamper and turned on some music.  I was too
energetic to try to relax, so I danced around my bedroom, watching myself
in the mirror.  The next song was my current favorite song, and I turned
the volume to full and left my room, dancing down the hallway.  I danced
into my bathroom to watch myself in the mirror there, into my parent -(TM)s
room to their full-length mirror, into their bathroom and the mirror there.
Slight movement caught the corner of my eye, and I spun to look out the
bathroom window.  At first, I ducked down to hide my nudity, but after half
an instant I threw caution to the wind and boldly looked out.  My parent
-(TM)s bathroom had the only window facing Tom -(TM)s house that was on the
second floor, so it was the only place in our home from which I could see
over the hedges.  Normally, the blinds were closed, but my mom must have
opened them to let in some light.  I scanned the windows of the house next
door looking for the movement that had caught my eye, boldly standing naked
without care, by breasts very visible to anyone who might have been
looking. None of the blinds or curtains on the first or second floor were
open, and I could see no slight fluttering of slats or fabric.  As I was
about to turn away, my peripheral vision picked up the same motion, and I
locked eyes with a squirrel, scampering across the roof.  He stopped and
rose up on hind legs, staring at me.  I smiled, and shimmied my breasts in
reply, laughing out loud as I resumed my dancing, heading back down the
hallway.

   In the kitchen I refilled my water glass, not because I was
exceptionally thirsty, but because I wanted the feeling of wandering naked
through the house.  The back yard beckoned, and I stood, indecisive, at the
patio door.  Geoff had caught me tanning naked in the back yard once
before, and on a separate occasion had chatted with me while I did yoga
more appropriately attired.  I smiled as I thought about him finding me
naked, but worried that it may turn into an invitation to his house, and I
wasn -(TM)t sure if that -(TM)s what I wanted.  I smiled as I remembered
his arousal and slight discomfort as I -(TM)d pulled off my bottoms last
time I was there.  I wondered what he might say about my newly denuded
pussy.

   In the end, although I wanted to wander around the yard and feel the
sunlight on my skin and the grass under my bare feet, I decided I didn
-(TM)t want to engage with Geoff.  I wanted to dance!

   Still wishing there were more windows and that we lived on busier
street, I danced around the house, moving from room to room and back until
I was so tired that I flopped down, giggling, onto the living room floor.

   I started thinking about the coming evening at the mall.  Surely, after
last time, Marcus would expect a show.  And, Jim and Tom being who they
were, they would oblige.  I tried to decide how I wanted to act.  I could
simply go along with their commands, obeying and letting them set the pace.
That was what I seemed to enjoy.  Another part of me wanted to wear nothing
but a sundress and flip flops and pull them off the moment we got into the
store, without even being asked.

   I knew what I would probably do, but it was fun to think of the
alternatives.  I could wear sexy panties with no bra.  I could wear yoga
shorts with nothing under them.  I began to touch myself again, giggling
out loud as I thought of how much I was masturbating lately, and how much I
loved that about the new me.  I began to fantasize that Tom would come to
the door, interrupting me.  He would call out that it was him, and I would
go to the door, naked, and open it, inviting him inside.

    -œSorry, but you interrupted me.  I was jilling off, - I would say
nonchalantly.

    -œJilling off? - he -(TM)d ask.

    -œIt -(TM)s like jacking off, but with a pussy instead of a dick, - I
-(TM)d explain.

    -œJack and Jill, - he would muse.   -œFunny.  I -(TM)m sorry to have
interrupted, why don -(TM)t you finish up? - he -(TM)d suggest coyly,
looking my body up and down with hunger in his eyes.



   CBND FanFic Chapter 12

   Just the thought of him watching me drove me over the edge.  Arousal
came so quickly, and orgasms so easily with these fantasies in my head.  I
wondered if it would work as easily with him here in person, rather than
just in my mind.  I always felt a little off balance when they made me
strip, but even that was shifting more from nervousness to a more erotic,
sexual agitation.

   I decided that I couldn -(TM)t delay a shower any longer.  Between the
sticky melon that lingered in small amounts on my chest, the sweat, both
dried and fresh from yoga and dancing, and now my own juices on my thighs,
pubic area and hands, I needed to bathe.

   The hot water felt wonderful on my skin, and the air in my bedroom felt
excitingly cool in comparison.  I lotioned my skin from hairline to toes,
and gave myself a pedicure, opting for French style, with clear, high-buff
polish and white tips on each nail.  I styled my hair with more care than
normal, and applied minimal makeup, but with painstaking effort toward
perfection.  Part of this was to look my best for the coming evening -(TM)s
activities, but another part of it was to delay having to get dressed.  I
was enjoying being naked.

   I strolled downstairs for a nude lunch of lettuce wraps with turkey, red
pepper, and avocado.  I felt another small wave of disappointment when I
again saw no faces at any of the windows.  I stepped out back onto the
patio, and softly called out Geoff -(TM)s name, and then Tom -(TM)s.  There
was no reply from either side.  I strolled into the grass, looking up at
both houses to see if there was any movement at the windows.  I walked
slowly around the perimeter of the yard a few times, occasionally stopping
to feel a leaf on one of the bushes, or to sniff the climbing roses.  After
ten minutes in the warm sunshine, I began to feel a thin sheen of
perspiration forming, and forced myself to head back inside.  I didn -(TM)t
want to have to take another shower.

   After not hearing from anyone, at 2:30 I group texted Tom and Jim.  
-œGetting dressed for tonight.  Any special instructions? -

   I was frustrated when, by 3:00, I had still not gotten a reply.  In my
bedroom, I popped in my earbuds and watched the next episode of Big Mouth.
There was a court scene in which the Hormone Monster -(TM)s penises got
loose that made me laugh out loud, and for a while I forgot my irritation.

    -œNothing special, just be comfortable, - came the text reply,
finally. I was a little irritated with that.  I wanted them to command me
into something sexy, or to tell me that panties weren -(TM)t allowed, or to
insist on coming over to supervise my dressing.  Now I had to decide, which
made it harder.

   Thirty minutes later, half the contents of my closet were on my bed, and
I was still naked.  I couldn -(TM)t decide on bras, panties, or the need
for either, until I knew what I was wearing over them.  Surrendering, I
pulled on a pair of jeans without panties, and a tank top with a cute bra
that I picked because the straps matched the top well.

   Five minutes later I was naked again.  I put on a skirt with a thong and
a camisole with a different bra.  Too fancy  -" he had told me to  -œbe
comfortable. - At 4:30 I texted him two full-length mirror selfies.  Olive
green cotton shorts and a superman t-shirt, and black capris with a white
eyelet lace short-sleeved sweater.  He wouldn -(TM)t know this, but I wore
the same cute bra under both, and panties under neither.

    -œThe shorts are cute, - he replied.

   Ugh.  How unhelpful.  I almost didn -(TM)t tidy my room, but realized
that I would still have two hours to wait, so I forced myself to put
everything away, although I did toss the capris and jeans into the dirty
hamper rather than fold them and put them away.   -œLet future Claire deal
with that! - I thought, smiling ironically.

   In the family room, I absently snacked on some pistachios while I
watched the final episode of Big Mouth, and then moved on to another series
that my other friends had been pestering me to watch.  Maybe it was my
mood, but the action seemed slow, the drama forced, and I was bothered by
the show -(TM)s decided lack of nudity.

   My text tone chimed.   -œBe there in five. - It was from Jim.

   I turned everything off, and ran up the stairs to grab my purse.  I
pulled on a pair of tan leather wedge sandals, and as I went to grab my
purse from the dresser, I found a fat envelope half shoved into it.  Inside
was a note from my dad.   -œI miss our daddy daughter fun time.  I would
like to request a date with you next Friday.  I will take the day off work,
and you can wear your new outfit.  I hope this covers it! - He had
included six 20 -(TM)s along with the note, and I immediately began to well
up.

   I dashed to the bathroom to blot away the tears before they could make
my mascara run.  Back in my room I stuffed the cash into my purse.  As the
sentimentality wore off, I became unsure of what to do with it.  I really
hoped that the outfit that the guys had for me was suitable for my dad, or
I'd be scrambling.  I wished I -(TM)d found the money earlier in the day so
I could have gone out and bought something cute and been able to show it to
him as the one I'd bought with Marcus -(TM) employee discount.  I loved him
for being sweet, and there was no way for him to know that it would bring
me stress, but I had no idea how this would play out!

    -œWe should get there right around closing time, - Tom informed me as
I climbed into the car behind him.  Thankfully they were both attired
similarly to me, in shorts, t-shirts, and athletic shoes.

   On the drive to the mall I explained that my dad had intercepted the
text from Tom the night prior, and the lie I'd concocted to explain what we
were doing at a closed shopping center.  I then told them about the note
and the money.   -œIf I'd seen it earlier in the day, I could have gone
shopping and gotten something, - I whined.   -œI don -(TM)t know what I
-(TM)m going to bring home to show him! -

   Tom looked unconcerned.   -œWith that much, you should be able to get
some nice stuff at Marcus -(TM) shop, - he said.

    -œDidn -(TM)t you pay attention to the price tags last time we were
there? - I sounded incredulous.   -œThat little black dress was over five
hundred! -

   We devolved into a conversation about the cost of women -(TM)s clothes
versus men's clothes, which served to momentarily take my mind off of my
concerns, but did nothing to help us figure out a solution.

    -œMarcus can probably help you out.  Actually get you his employee
discount maybe, - Jim offered helpfully.   -œHe seems to enjoy the way you
look.  Maybe you can show him something that makes it worth his while! -

    -œYou -(TM)re a pig! - I giggled.  Truthfully, I was thinking along
those same lines, but I wasn -(TM)t sure what the discount would be, and as
always, I worried that he might want to do more with my body than simply
look at it.  Nervously I voiced those concerns, and was a little surprised
by the vehement and violent reaction from both Tom and Jim, stating in no
uncertain terms that no such thing would happen to me.  I guess it was a
night for sentimentality, because that filled me with a love and respect
for both of them that I hadn -(TM)t known existed, and my outlook was
considerably brightened.

    -œDoes this feel weird to you? - Tom asked while I considered my
friends in this new light.

    -œDoes what feel weird? -

    -œLike, you pretty much know what we're heading out to do. -

    -œWe -(TM)re shopping, and then, I assume, you -(TM)re going to be
gentlemen and buy me dinner! - I said, making the word  -œobviously -
completely implied.

    -œExactly, - replied Jim, unphased.   -œAnd we -(TM)re going to make
you strip naked for us in the process. -

    -œAll the subtlety of a brick to the face, - Tom murmured as I feigned
shock, ruining the effect by giggling.

    -œI can NOT help it if you accidentally see a bit more of me than you
intend when I am changing, - I huffed indignantly.   -œBut to imply... 
that I?  Why, it -(TM)s a scandal! -

   Both guys were amused with my poor acting abilities, but Tom would not
be dissuaded from his original question.   -œSeriously, Claire.  Does it
feel strange to you? -

    -œMaybe a little bit, but not that weird.  I mean, it -(TM)s not like
you guys ask me to come over so we can play Bocce Ball all the time.  I
pretty much know that if we -(TM)re hanging out, you -(TM)re going to try
to help me find outfits that I can sunbathe in.  Or whatever it was that
you were pretending to do that first time. -

    -œAre you insinuating that our intentions were anything but pure
chivalry?  Why, it -(TM)s an outrage! - Tom bellowed, imitating my tone.

    -œMy apologies, good sir.  Both you and Sir Jim are noble and kind, and
your willingness to repeatedly render such assistance to a lady in need is
commendable.  I am in your debt! -

   The car ride continued in this joking vein, discussing my pending nudity
without addressing it head on, shifting our speech patterns from Game of
Thrones to Hormone Monster to song lyrics.  We were giggling like mad
people as we passed the security guard who informed us that the shops were
closing in less than ten minutes.

   We arrived at the boutique and went inside.  Marcus was completing a
sale to a very well-dressed woman who I guessed to be in her thirties.  The
three of us hung back while I began to look for  -œthe outfit - that I
would wear with my dad the next week.  I found a cute summer dress that I
was holding up to myself when Marcus pulled the glass doors closed.  It was
180, but I was hopeful that with my dad -(TM)s money, some of my own, and
Marcus -(TM) good will, I might be able to afford it.

    -œMy supplier will be here any minute, - Marcus said cheerfully,
lowering the security gate at the front of the store.   -œI -(TM)m happy
you came, Claire. -

   I didn -(TM)t know how to respond.  I stammered nonsense, caught between
the surprise of hearing that a supplier was on their way, and wanting to
make a sarcastic comment about how me being there was less my choice than
theirs.

   Tom jumped in and explained my problem, asking Marcus if there really
was an employee discount, and if what my dad had given me would be enough
for any outfits that I could actually wear in front of him.  Jim quickly
let him know that we -(TM)d discussed it in the car, and that I would be
willing to make it worth his while with a little show.

   Marcus ignored that part, and walked with me, awkwardly silent, while we
looked at certain clothes that might work for my needs.  While there was no
official employee discount, he thought he could knock a bit off of the
price of something to make it work for me.  The only female employees there
were his mother and two sisters, and since his family owned the place,
there had never been a need to institute any sort of discount.  Together we
picked out two or three very nice things that could pass for my needs, but
our shopping was cut short by a knock on the glass.

   Tom, Jim and I were introduced Darius, Dave, and Zach, who were,
respectively, the local Account Manager, Area Manager, and Regional Manager
for one of the distributors that the shop worked with.  They represented
four of the major clothing brands, and two more of the minor ones, that
were sold in the shop.  All three were attractive men, ranging in age with
their roles.  Darius looked to be no more than 21 or 22, with a boyish face
and wispy facial hair, like he was trying to look older, but failing.  His
suit was stylish, cut well to his shoulders, but a little loose in the
midsection, unable to taper in with his tall, lanky frame.  Dave looked to
be mid-to-late twenties, with a clean-shaven face.  He was not as tall as
Darius, but broader in the shoulders and chest.  His suit looked perfectly
tailored to him, and he wore his dress shoes without socks, half an inch of
bare ankle showing below the pants.  Zach was somewhere in his thirties, I
would guess, with wire-rimmed glasses and a slightly receding hairline.  He
had on grey slacks with a blue sport coat, and no tie.  He was less slender
than the other two.  It was clear from the way they interacted with Marcus
that they had known one another a good while, and were quite friendly.

    -œAnd this is Claire? - Darius asked.   -œI see what you mean! -

   Apparently, Marcus had called Jim the day after my last visit there to
ask if I might be interested in modelling semi-professionally.  Jim had
said I would, and so Marcus had told Darius about me.  Thankfully, not in
great detail, from what I could ascertain.  It sounded like there was no
mention of the extent of my little show for the guys.

    -œWe sell both fashion clothing and lingerie, - Zach explained.   -œAs
Regional Manager I am responsible for a lot of our advertising.  We
represent multiple brands, and use local talent to do photo shoots.  We can
then provide those photos of the merchandise for them to put in fliers,
catalogs, or online marketing. -

   I nodded, unsure of how to respond.  My head was spinning as this whole
evening had taken a turn in a direction I hadn -(TM)t considered.  I
wondered if I was still supposed to get naked, despite the conversation in
the car.



   CBND FanFic Chapter 13

    -œMarcus told us your sizes, and we brought a few things with us.  I
assume that, since you -(TM)re here, you -(TM)re willing to model lingerie?
- he asked, a little nervously, I thought.

    -œYes, - I hedged.   -œI -(TM)m not really comfortable with pictures,
though, - I continued.   -œOr at least not yet. -

    -œOf course! - he replied.   -œWe would have to have you sign a
release form before we -(TM)d be able to use your likeness in any of our
advertising. - He -(TM)d misunderstood my reluctance to have photos taken
as concern that they -(TM)d use the pictures without paying me.  I wasn
-(TM)t about to correct him.  I had a lot of thinking to do.

    -œI -(TM)m here to see how you interact with the product, - he
continued,  -œand as the ultimate decision maker.  Dave has been Area
Manager for a year now but hasn -(TM)t had an opportunity to be involved in
the modelling side of the business yet.  I thought this would be a good
opportunity for him to understand how we cultivate new talent. -

   I assumed Darius was there because he was the account manager for
Marcus. I nodded politely at everyone, unsure of what I was supposed to do
next.

    -œI -(TM)m thinking of ordering dinner.  I -(TM)m starving, - Marcus
announced.   -œEveryone okay with sushi? -

   Marcus wandered a bit away with his cell phone while Zach, who seemed to
be the take-charge type, lifted a wheeled case onto the counter of the
store, zipped it open, and handed me a small red dress and a pair of red
Miu Miu heels.

   I walked uncertainly to the dressing room and closed the door behind me.
My adrenaline was spiked again, and I had to take a steadying breath.  I
now had no idea what was going to happen, but this seemed too legitimate to
be turned into a nudie show with five guys crowded into my dressing room
while I paraded around in just my shoes.  I had thought I knew exactly what
was going to happen, and now I had no idea, and it was more unsettling than
I could have imagined.

   The dress was amazing, very tight and very short.  The shoulders were
wide enough that they hid the black straps of my bra nicely, but I lamented
my lack of panties.  If they got a peek, then so be it; there was nothing I
could do about it now.  I stepped into the shoes and checked myself in the
mirror.  I was so happy that I'd been such a perfectionist on my hair and
makeup.

   I walked out of the dressing room, unsure of what to do next.  Zach
directed me to walk around a bit, as naturally as I could.  He had me turn
and pose a few times.  I was using most of the free space in the store near
the front counter, as well as two of the aisles between the clothing
displays.   -œYou -(TM)re a natural beauty, - he commented,  -œand
certainly have an attractive shape.  You also have some raw talent for
this. Do you do yoga?  Your posture is nearly perfect. -

    -œYoga and Pilates, - I confirmed timidly, pushing my shoulders back a
little.  I knew that I had a tendancy to slouch when I was nervous.

    -œThat explains it, - he complimented.  He went on to explain to Dave
and Darius certain aspects of my posture and movement that clued him in,
and then moved on to the different clothing styles that I would and wouldn
-(TM)t be able to model based on my body type.   -œSome of the sheath
dresses would be great on her, because they -(TM)re fitted through the
waist and hips.  We -(TM)d have to be careful of putting her in a shift
dress that hangs too freely.  Her larger chest might cause the dress to
hang out in front, making her look fat or pregnant.  She could really look
good in an Aline dress, and certainly in a maxi dress. -

   With that thought, he dug through his bag and pulled out a black maxi
dress, and a pair of black shoes identical to the red ones I was currently
wearing.  Unthinking, I kicked off the red shoes and handed them to him
before I walked barefoot back to the dressing room carrying the new outfit.
Only after did I think that was probably not what was expected of me.

   I struggled a bit with the maxi dress.  I -(TM)d never worn one before,
and it was a bit confusing.  The first thing that was obvious to me was
that it was not intended to be worn with any undergarments at all.  The
bodice was backless, and low cut up front, so that the neckline extended
down to only a few inches above my navel, where it immediately transitioned
to the skirt, which was slit up each side well above the hips.  There were
so many strips of material that It was hard to figure out where the top was
at first.  I stepped into the skirt and then pulled the shoulders into
place, forcing my breasts into the material.  I stepped into the black
shoes, and after checking myself in the mirror, exited the fitting room
once again.

    -œThat looks spectacular on you! - Zach enthused.  I walked the same
path, stopping for the same poses, as Jim made a crude comment about my
lack of panties, clearly visible from the sides when I took each step, as
my bare skin was exposed.  Mercifully, this comment was ignored.

    -œI -(TM)d like to see you in an Aline dress, I think, - Zach said
thoughtfully, looking me over.  He dug through his case and handed me a
long, flowing multicolored dress.   -œI think the red shoes, - he
suggested, pulling them from the bag.  He handed them to me, and I wasn
-(TM)t sure what to do, so I headed back to the fitting room still wearing
the black ones.

   The new dress was strapless, fitted from the bust to the hips, and then
had a flair to the hemline, which was just above the knees.  The bust and
bodice was a little large for me, but seemed to stay in place.  I did
notice that when I bent to put on the shoes, the material pulled away a
bit, showing more cleavage than probably intended.

   I walked out again, strutting a bit more confidently.  Zach noticed the
fit issue fairly quickly, and pinched the back of the dress a bit to see
how it would look more fitted, as designed.  When he released it, the
bodice dropped a bit, revealing a bit more of my breasts, but not my
nipples.  I could see by his expression that he was surprised that I didn
-(TM)t fix it immediately.

   I noticed that, while I had been changing, they had moved the case off
to the side, and had laid out several sets of lingerie on the countertop.
Zach must have seen me staring, because he smiled in a reassuring way and
said  -œyour friends told me that you wouldn -(TM)t be opposed to modeling
some of this.  Of course, it -(TM)s completely up to you, but it will help
me to see what you might be comfortable with, and capable of, modeling for
us.  You -(TM)re free to decline, of course. -

    -œNo problem with it, - I shrugged, looking to Tom and Jim, who wore
nearly identical expressions of encouragement.  None of the stuff that was
laid out was overly revealing, or at least not by the standards I was used
to.  I walked slowly along, looking at the pieces laid out there.  There
was a lot of lace and silk, and without even picking any of it up I could
tell that the quality was well above anything I owned.

    -œWhy don -(TM)t we start with something a bit tame, - Zach mumbled,
mostly to himself.  I could tell that, as confident as he was trying to be,
this wasn -(TM)t something he did often, and he wasn -(TM)t used to it.

    -œDid you bring all of this for her to model for us? - Tom asked.  I
hadn -(TM)t seen him come up behind us, so he startled me a bit.

    -œNo.  Well, I guess.  Not really, though.  It -(TM)s all a little
unusual.  Normally we don -(TM)t find talent this way, and there -(TM)s no
precedent, - he explained.   -œWe -(TM)d usually bring someone to our
offices, with Ashley.  She -(TM)s our Director of Talent Acquisition.  But
Darius told me that Marcus had insisted on doing it in the shop here. 
Since I hadn -(TM)t seen Claire before, I didn -(TM)t really know much
about her body type, so I brought a little of everything from several of
our designers.  I wasn -(TM)t sure if we would do much of a fashion show,
really.  But, Claire, - he continued, now addressing me,  -œI -(TM)m
surprised how quickly you -(TM)re adapting to this.  You -(TM)re a natural
beauty, of course, but you have a certain poise.  You appeared quite
nervous at first, but now you seem to be much more relaxed.  I don -(TM)t
want to push you too hard, and if you prefer not to model any of the
lingerie, I completely understand. -

    -œShe modeled a little of it when she was here last, - Tom
interrupted.  -œDo you mind, Claire? -

    -œNo, - I replied, knowing what my role was.   -œAnything you guys
want me to model for you is fine.  Just tell me what to wear and what to
do! -

    -œWell, I wouldn -(TM)t quite say it -(TM)s like that, - Zach replied,
slightly taken aback by my words.

    -œShe didn -(TM)t mean anything bad, - Tom interrupted.

    -œJust that I -(TM)ll be okay, - I said.   -œI -(TM)m capable of
saying no if I need to. - I felt like he was really nervous about this,
and I wanted him to know I was comfortable.

    -œIt -(TM)s all quite unusual, - he hedged.

    -œLook, - I said reasonably.   -œI am interested in being a model,
maybe.  I hadn -(TM)t really thought about it, but I do need a job, and
this could be interesting work for a while.  Maybe I -(TM)ll be horrible at
it.  Maybe I -(TM)ll turn it into a career that lasts until I -(TM)m too
old to do it anymore.  Maybe I -(TM)ll hate it.  But I figure I -(TM)ll
never know unless I try, and you -(TM)re giving me the chance to try right
now. -

    -œI suppose that -(TM)s true, - he evaded,  -œbut that doesn -(TM)t
mean you don -(TM)t get a say... -

    -œI didn -(TM)t say that I don -(TM)t get to say no, - I replied
reasonably,  -œand besides, if I was on a real photoshoot getting paid,
would I get to say that I hate the dress or that the shoes are
uncomfortable? -

    -œFair point, - he conceded.   -œI just, well...  We're not paying you
for tonight... -

    -œLook, - Tom said.   -œShe -(TM)s a big girl.  She can stop things.
She trusts me and Jim, and I think I can trust you.  If she says no, I
think that we can agree that it means no.  But let -(TM)s be honest.  There
are six guys here, and a girl who -(TM)s willing to strut around in some
fancy underwear.  It -(TM)ll be professional, but you guys are not going to
hate doing your jobs tonight.  And the other three of us aren -(TM)t even
on the clock! -

   He laughed nervously at that statement, looking a little off balance. 
Tom pressed further while he was still a bit off balance.

    -œLet -(TM)s pick out some of this stuff for her to model for us, and
we can all enjoy ourselves as long as she -(TM)s willing.  Now, I
personally think that you can -(TM)t decide if she -(TM)s the right model
for you until you -(TM)ve seen her legs in all their glory.  They -(TM)re
amazing. -

   Tom handed me a pair of black silk thong panties from the table.  Zach
looked like a deer caught in headlights, unsure of how he -(TM)d lost
control of the situation to a teenaged boy, and of what to do next.  His
libido was warring with his sense of right and wrong.   -œYou -(TM)re 18
years old? - he asked.

    -œLast May, - I replied.

   With a slightly shaking hand, he picked up the matching bra and passed
it to me.  Tom steered me along towards the dressing room, but didn -(TM)t
follow me in, obviously not wanting to frighten Zach any more than he had
already.

   I kicked off the shoes and pulled off the dress, which I hung on the
hook with the others.  I was pulling on the thong when the volume of
chatter in the store seemed to increase.  I hoped they weren -(TM)t arguing
over me doing this.  It was scary, and certainly my largest audience yet,
but I knew it wasn -(TM)t going to get out of control, and I was starting
to enjoy myself.  Zach would want to keep things mostly professional in
front of his underlings, and this was their job, after all.  It was still
exciting to be half naked in front of them all, and I felt that familiar
fluttering in my stomach replace the nervousness that had been with me in
the expensive dresses.

   The thong was not as scanty in the front as some that I owned.  The
crotch panel was wide and tall, and would have easily covered all of my
hair if I'd still had any.  In back there was a thin strip of fabric strung
with little crystal beads across the top, and the string coming up was
similarly adorned for the top inch or so.  The bra was black and silky,
completely without padding.  The cups were smaller, but not so much so that
I couldn -(TM)t contain myself fully.  The two sides were joined by a
narrow band of fabric adorned with the same crystals as the thong, some of
which dangled down against my skin.  Looking in the mirror, I smiled as the
shape and position of my erect nipples was clearly visible through the thin
silk material.

   I stepped back into the black shoes and turned a few times in front of
the mirror, feeling that nervous energy kick up as I realized I was going
to be headed out into the store like this.  Silence fell as I strutted down
the little aisle, making my usual turns and poses.  I was turning back
toward the counter when I suddenly realized that my audience was not six,
but eight young men.  Involuntarily, I squealed in shock as I jumped back,
my hands shooting up to cover my chest.

   Riku and Haru were twin brothers, friends of Marcus, and they had
delivered our dinner.  Their parents owned the sushi restaurant in the
mall. When I -(TM)d walked out, they had been in the process of setting it
up on the second counter behind the register.   -œWe invited them to hang
out, since they were nice enough to stay after hours to deliver our dinner,
- Jim smiled.   -œWe didn -(TM)t think you -(TM)d mind. -



   CBND FanFic Chapter 14

   I smiled at the brothers and shook their hands as their eyes popped
nearly out of their heads while they looked me up and down with a lack of
subtlety that I couldn -(TM)t help but giggle at.  Darius and Dave seemed
almost embarrassed, trying hard not to look at me, but I kept catching them
staring when I would turn this way or that.  Zach was making a very pointed
effort to look only at my face, and I saw him adjust his pants, and the
bulge that made it necessary.  He seemed more nervous than I should have
been.

   Before returning to the dressing room I grabbed a pair of chopsticks and
snatched up a piece of asparagus maki with avocado.   -œThis is amazing! -
I complimented the twins.

    -œThanks, - mumbled one of them as they both stared directly at my
breasts.

    -œDo you see what I meant about her legs? - Tom asked, pulling me by
the hand and twirling me around and around in front of Zach.

    -œI do, - the older man agreed.   -œUm, yes.  Quite...  lovely. -

    -œHow about these stockings? - Jim called, holding up a pair of
thigh-highs at the counter.

    -œPart of the Coco de Mer Ametrine collection, - Dave replied,
seemingly happy to have something to engage himself with rather that
fighting the urge to stare at me.  I strolled over, causing him to take a
few steps to the side.

   The stockings were a fine black lace with an intricate floral pattern in
a light gold throughout.  The tops were a light elastic, in a half-inch
wide border of black.  The material was completely seamless to the toe,
obviously of very high quality.  Dave explained the hand finishing process
that allowed the material to flow the way it did, and how they managed to
make them without visible seams.  The matching bra and panty were, at first
glance, scandalous, appearing completely transparent, save for the golden
leaves, but closer inspection revealed a thin, flesh colored fabric under
the lace.   -œThere are multiple standard tones available in each line, -
he explained,  -œand they can custom make them to any person -(TM)s
individual skin color. -

   I was surprised to see that they had two of the bras and panties in the
bag, and Zach quickly pulled out the second, which much more closely
matched my own coloring, especially since I -(TM)d been tanning.  I took
another bite of sushi and sauntered off to the fitting room, feeling all
eyes on my backside.

   I pulled off the panties and bra quickly, placing them neatly on the
table, and stepped out of the shoes.  I began with the panties, which were
a tanga-style back, covering perhaps half of my butt, but leaving quite a
bit exposed.  I sat on the small bench and pulled on the stockings,
surprised at how amazing they felt in my hands and on my skin.  They felt
like pure silk, rather than the nylon that I was used to, but they must
have had some lycra or similar material included, because they stretched as
they formed themselves perfectly to my legs.  They ended just below the
midpoint between knee and crotch, leaving a tantalizing amount of bare
thigh exposed below the panty.  The bra was edgeless on the top of the cup,
and the thin fabric matched my flesh almost perfectly, giving the illusion
that nothing but a couple of strategically placed golden lace flowers hid
me from view.  There was, again, no padding in the bra, which meant that my
hard nipples pushed visibly outward against the thin fabric.

   All conversation stopped completely when I walked out, and I again made
my rounds.  I heard murmuring, and smiled as I realized that only Jim and
the guys from the distributor knew that they weren -(TM)t seeing my skin
under the bra and panties.   -œ --Sexy as hell! - I heard one of the twins
whisper to the other as I passed.

   I paused to pop another piece of sushi into my mouth, and to chat with
Darius.   -œIs everything you guys sell this sexy? - I asked, as Jim
sauntered over to listen in on our conversation.

    -œNot everything, - he said, fighting to maintain eye contact with me.
 -œWe have a collection of erotic loungewear, which is still sexy, but more
casual and  -~girl next door -(TM) kind of stuff, - he admitted.

    -œLet -(TM)s see some of that! - Jim enthused.

   Darius pulled a silky camisole top and lacey panty from the case, which
Jim stuffed into my hand.  Dutifully, I headed to the fitting room.  The
top was short, ending a few inches above my navel, and quite loose.  The
spaghetti straps connected to the material low on my chest and the arm
openings were deep cut and open so that a good deal of my cleavage was
visible, as well as some of the flesh of my breasts from the sides.  The
panty was a thong, but with a very wide, loose eyelet lace ruffle that
extended downward a few inches from the waistband, so that the lower half
of my butt was bared, but when I walked and moved the upper part would
flutter into brief visibility.  It was sexy, but I could see that it was
more designed as sleepwear, so I decided to go out barefoot, rather than in
the stilettos.

   Again, the room fell silent as I walked the makeshift runway between the
gawking men and boys, doing my poses and turns for them.  I was starting to
feel much more confident, and my nervous energy was making me jittery, so I
danced a little, feeling my breasts bounce under the thin camisole, showing
a lot of their flesh on the sides and top of the tiny shirt.

    -œWhat -(TM)s next? - I asked.

   Zach tried to take charge again, saying  -œI think we have seen more
than enough to go on, and I believe you -(TM)re well suited to... -

    -œYou do still owe Marcus for that favor, - Jim cut across him,  -œand
we should all probably vote on the outfit you -(TM)re going to get. -

   Zach looked utterly confused, while Marcus smiled, blushing slightly
under his dark skin.  Jim and Tom quickly explained to the gathered group
about my explanation to my father, and his generous gift of the outfit. 
Zach pawed through his case, while Marcus presented the few outfits we
-(TM)d picked out before our browsing had been cut short.

   Zach presented me with a sundress that was fitted through the bodice and
flared at the hips, in a light yellow with a golden, green, and very light
orange floral pattern.  Marcus had selected a pair of shorts with a wide
leg, and a complimenting shift blouse.  Obediently, I tried on and modeled
each outfit, and the vote was split, so it was decided that I could have
both outfits.

    -œI can -(TM)t afford both! - I pointed out.

    -œWhat about that other payment? - Jim offered, waggling his eyebrows.

    -œWhat other payment? - Zach asked, confused.

    -œWell, maybe she models some skimpier outfits for us, as a start, -
Tom said lightly, as though this was standard practice when a young woman
couldn -(TM)t pay her bill.

   Everyone was stunned into silence, waiting for the punch line, or to
wake up.

    -œWorks for me, - Marcus agreed.

    -œThese are samples, - Zach murmured.   -œI don -(TM)t need to charge
for...  that is to say, you can take the one dress... -

    -œThen it -(TM)s decided, - Jim exclaimed, clapping his hands together
for emphasis.  He grabbed a couple of things off of the counter and took my
hand, pulling me along to the fitting room.  He followed me inside, and
closed the door behind him before presenting what was in his hands.  He had
a pair of white thigh-high stockings, a white garter belt, and white thong.
 -œI don -(TM)t think we -(TM)ll need this, - he said, tossing the
matching bra onto the table with the other lingerie I had already
discarded.

   Smiling at him indulgently, I sat down and started pulling on the
stockings.  They were just as high quality and luxurious feeling as the
last ones.  But these came up much higher on my leg.  I pulled off the
sundress I was wearing, and fastened the garter belt in place under Jim
-(TM)s lustful stare.  As I was pulling on the panties, he finally gasped.
-œDid you shave your...  did you shave? -

    -œVery observant! - I smiled at him, stepping into the black shoes.  
-œShould I be covering my boobs when I walk out, or just show  -~em off? -

   He took the question much more serious that I -(TM)d intended it.  
-œCover them with one arm...  like that!  Perfect!  Then when you do your
poses you can move your arms to position on your hips like you normally do!
But really quick! -

   Taking a deep breath to calm my nerves, I waited about ten seconds, then
followed him out.  There was a collective gasp from everyone in the room
except Tom as they saw that I was topless, hiding myself only with my left
arm.  I strutted towards the front of the store, turning as usual, before
striking my first pose, facing the counter with my hands on my hips.  The
three guys leaning against the counter were Riku, Haru and Tom.  The
brothers -(TM) eyes were wide and unblinking, and their mouths dropped open
with an audible pop.  I put my hand back across my breasts as I turned
again, taking another few steps before striking my next pose, with my hands
brushing back my hair, this time exposing myself to all eight guys.  I didn
-(TM)t have time to catalogue all of their expressions, but Darius was
close to me, directly in my line of sight, and for the first time he was
not even trying to look away, staring at my naked chest like a starving man
seeing a wonderfully prepared meal for the first time in his life.

   After I finished my poses, I boldly walked over to the sushi table and
popped a piece of the Dragon Roll into my mouth with my free hand while
everyone stared, dumbfounded.  Jim once again ushered me back to the
changing room.   -œWhat do you think, - he asked.   -œKeep teasing  -~em
or pop it up a notch? -

    -œKeep teasing, - I giggled.  He nodded thoughtfully, handing me a
pair of red and black panties and a matching shorty silk bathrobe.

    -œKeep the stockings and garter, - he instructed as I peeled off the
white thong,  -œand don -(TM)t close the robe. -

   I pulled on the new thong, and switched to the red shoes, which better
matched the red in the material.  The robe came down just below the
stocking tops, and because the narrow silk belt connected only to a single
loop in the back, I removed it completely.  When I stood naturally, the
robe would keep my nipples covered, but show quite a bit of cleavage.  When
I walked, however, it flowed behind me like a cape, baring my chest.

   This time, instead of silence, half the room erupted in cheers upon my
exit from the fitting room, and as I strutted across the room and did my
poses, being only mildly successful in trying to keep the robe covering my
chest.  Once again, I grabbed a piece of sushi.  No one seemed to have
another outfit ready for me, so I stood, starting to feel a little awkward,
near the counter.

    -œMarcus, this show is for you, - Jim offered.   -œYou have any
requests? -

    -œDo you want to put the boots back on? - he asked shyly.

    -œOh, I love those boots! - I gushed, smiling brightly.

   Marcus quickly ran into the back room and was back in under a minute,
following Jim and me into the fitting room.

   Marcus may have seemed embarrassed to ask me to remove the stockings,
but he wasn -(TM)t too shy to watch me.  He then put one of the little
footie socks on each of my feet before sliding me into the boots.  Oh,
those boots!  Thigh high, black, supple leather, with a zip up the inside,
and a six-inch heel.  It was impossible not to feel sexy in those boots.

    -œJust those panties? - he asked shyly.

   In response, I smiled brightly at him.  He watched, enthralled as I
pulled the garters out from the waistband, and unclipped the belt.  It was
nearly impossible to keep the gown closed while I did this, so I didn
-(TM)t even try, giving him an unfettered view of my breasts with each
movement.  When I shucked off the robe, he started, his eyes widening.

    -œHoly -- I didn -(TM)t -- when I said the panties -- - he stammered.

    -œDo you want me to keep the robe on? - I asked sweetly, making no
effort to cover myself.

    -œNo.  I mean, if you -- I just didn -(TM)t mean -- -

   I loved that he was so flustered that he couldn -(TM)t get a complete
sentence out.  Jim handed the robe back to me, settling things.   -œLet
-(TM)s keep the tease going a bit longer. -



   CBND FanFic Chapter 15



   Jim ushered him out of the room before he could say more, leaving the
door open behind them.  I counted to ten to let them get settled before I
followed, arms swinging freely at my sides, allowing the robe to flow. 
After fifteen or so steps, the robe had blown completely open, baring my
breasts to the room.  This time, only Zach wasn -(TM)t cheering, trying to
hold on to his professional demeanor.  Even the shy brothers were clapping
and smiling brightly.  Dave and Darius both had abandoned their pretense of
detachment, and were smiling and clapping, raking their eyes up and down my
body, front and back, as I walked around the room, striking my poses, and
now starting to dance a little.  With each pose, I was able to arrange robe
somewhat more conventionally, and by and large it would stay put, unless my
runway walk took me more than ten steps or so.  Walking in these boots
seemed to give me more of a  -œstrut - than normal, and my gate was
faster, each leg extending a bit further than my normal stride.  As a
result, I tended to walk faster like this, which caused the silky fabric of
the little gown to blow open with the breeze.  It seemed that the increased
speed, at that distance, was what was necessary to pull the fabric away
from my breasts.

   Tom grabbed my hand, leading me over to Zach.   -œI feel like you
-(TM)re not enjoying yourself, - he accused.

    -œIt -(TM)s just, well, I -(TM)m um... - he stammered, looking above
and slightly left of my eyes now.

    -œDo I make you uncomfortable? - I asked sweetly.

    -œOh, um, of course not.  I -(TM)m, um, not at all. -

    -œIs it her boobs? - Tom asked, pulling the robe open.  I saw his eyes
dart downward, and then quickly back up.  His head didn -(TM)t move an
inch.

    -œThey -(TM)re fine, I -(TM)m sure, - he responded.

    -œShe doesn -(TM)t care if you look, - he told him.   -œEveryone else
is looking at them.  And at her butt. - He turned me around, lifting the
robe to show the thong, but Zach was pointedly staring at the ceiling,
flushing crimson.

    -œDo you care if he looks, Claire? - Tom asked me.

    -œNo, - I responded.   -œIf he wants to look. -

    -œThat -(TM)s a fair point.  Do you want to look at Claire -(TM)s
boobs, Zach? - Tom asked.

   I saw a small bead of sweat breaking out on Zach -(TM)s forehead as he
fought with himself.

    -œI don -(TM)t know! - he whispered.   -œYes! -

    -œAre you concerned about looking unprofessional? - Tom asked.

    -œThese are my employees.  This is my job.  I could lose my job. -

    -œClaire, are you going to file a complaint? -

    -œWhy would I do that? - I asked, genuinely curious.   -œI have access
to more clothes than this.  No one forced me to wear this.  I mean, I don
-(TM)t mind. -

   Zach let his guard down for one instant, tilting his head and looking
directly at my chest before resolutely jerking his head back.   -œIt -(TM)s
disrespectful, to ogle you like that. -

    -œIt -(TM)s disrespectful not to, - countered Tom.   -œShe -(TM)s an
attractive girl, clearly trying to show off her body.  You -(TM)re trying
to look everywhere but at her.  How is she supposed to feel about that? -

   I giggled.  I couldn -(TM)t help it.  It was just like our normal
banter, the twisted logic that made it okay for them to tell me what to
wear.  And somehow, it actually worked.  I saw the resistance in Zach
crumble and fall away.  It wasn -(TM)t a weakening of his resolve, but
complete destruction of it.  Greedily, he turned fully toward me while Tom
held my robe open, his head tracking from the toes of the boots up to my
throat, and then back down.  I spun for him, and Tom lifted the robe,
letting him see my butt, clad only in the tiny thong.

    -œClaire, thank him for looking at you, - Tom admonished.  Only I
picked up on the joking tone of his voice, because Zach looked slightly
scandalized.

   I had to make sure that he knew it was okay, so I stepped forward,
hugging him and lightly tittering in his ear,  -œThank you, Zach.  I hope
you like my body! - I kissed him on the cheek, then turned and bounced off
toward Marcus and Jim, who were staring at me from the counter, adjusting
my robe only after I -(TM)d come to a stop.

    -œAnything else? -

    -œHmmm, - pondered Jim.   -œI think so. -

   I felt a hand on my shoulder, which sent an electric current through me.
I wasn -(TM)t used to being touched when I was naked, or nearly so, like
this.

    -œZach seems to have overcome his shyness, - Tom grinned, turning me
toward him.   -œHe says he -(TM)s a real fan of that girl next door look.
Says he likes your legs. -

   Zach was smiling shyly, blushing brightly, standing by his case with
some fabric in his hand.  I walked over to him, and he thrust it toward me
without a word, smiling awkwardly, unable to raise his eyes to my face.  I
took it and spun on my heel, headed to the changing room.  Surprisingly, no
one followed me.

   I shook out the garment that I had in my hand, and found that it was a
powder blue oxford-style shirt, with white buttons down the front.  The
buttons were on the right placket, so it was definitely a woman -(TM)s
shirt.  I immediately knew what he meant by the  -œgirl next door - look.
I pulled it on, and it seemed to fit me pretty well, if not perhaps a
little large in the waist and hips.  The sides were tapered up from the
bottom, but from all angles my thong was hidden from view.  I fastened the
bottom three buttons, leaving an ample amount of cleavage showing, just
like women in movies who put on their lovers -(TM) shirts in the morning. I
sat on the bench and removed the boots and tiny little footie socks, and
then stood, planning to exit the room, when a thought hit me.  Previously,
they had given me absolutely everything I was supposed to wear, or had
specifically told me to leave something on.

   Was I supposed to be wearing panties, or was I supposed to be naked
underneath?  I moved and spun in front of the mirror, catching only
glimpses of black and red as the shirt lifted or pulled apart below the
bottom button.  Throwing caution to the wind, I pulled the panty off of me
and repeated my spins, now seeing glimpses of my flesh peeking through.

   Taking a deep breath, I dropped the panty on the small table as I passed
it, pausing only to open the door.

    -œOh, god, that -(TM)s a sexy look, - said Darius immediately upon
seeing me, to a chorus of agreement from his fellows.

   I strutted and posed, a little more reserved than before in an attempt
to keep my shirt down.  Although I succeeded in showing nothing too
obviously, Tom noticed almost immediately, and jumped to the correct
conclusion.   -œWe didn -(TM)t give her anything to wear except the shirt,
so she -(TM)s naked under there! - he crowed, laughing.

    -œWhat, seriously? - Dave asked, incredulous.

   Still wanting to keep the tease going, Tom commanded me to stand with my
back to the group and lift the shirt halfway to my shoulders, proving him
right.  The cheers were nearly deafening as they all oohd and aahd about my
naked butt.

   I continued to circulate the floor, doing my poses, knowing that I was
showing very little, but thrilled at the possibility.   -œI love your legs,
and the barefoot look is so sexy, - Zach complimented as I paused next to
him to eat another piece of sushi.

    -œThank you! - I enthused, curtseying to him.

    -œIs everyone enjoying the evening? - Tom asked, taking control again
as I chewed.  In return he received cheers.

    -œI was thinking that we should start to clean up a little to help
Marcus out, - he continued,  -œbut then I remembered that Claire likes to
be helpful! -

   The guys all cheered as, rolling my eyes, I sauntered over the counter
and organized the couple remaining pieces of dragon roll onto a single
plate, one of which I popped into my mouth.  I wiped up a small puddle of
spilled soy sauce, and stacked the clean napkins neatly to the side,
depositing the rest of the trash in the basket under the register.  The
guys were all chattering amongst themselves, making comments about my legs
or cleavage in the shirt.  I pretended to ignore them, but listened
intently to every positive word, reveling in their appreciation of my body
and my attitude.

   Next, I moved to the other counter, where I started folding clothes that
I had not tried on, but had been pulled out.  A few dresses were cute, but
I liked the ones he -(TM)d had me try on more.  It also looked like I
-(TM)d already modeled the sexiest lingerie.  I had to make two trips to
the fitting room, returning with armloads of clothes and shoes that I had
tried on.  I folded all of the panties and paired them with their matching
bras, stockings, and garters where appropriate, and then moved on to the
dresses.

    -œYou -(TM)re such a good helper, Claire! - Tom enthused while Zach
loaded the neatly folded stacks into the messy case that he -(TM)d been
digging through haphazardly all night.   -œJust one more shirt to put away!
-

   The guys all cheered, and Zach, who was squatting down next to his bag
on the floor, actually fell over as he spun to look in my direction.

   Knowing exactly what he meant, I stepped around the counter as the guys
widened into a semicircle in front of me, and Zach scrambled to his feet,
an eager hunger on his face.

   I unbuttoned the bottom of the shirt, holding it together with my hands.
Looking up into their eyes, I moved one hand upward, pulling it off of one
shoulder, so that most of that breast peeked into view.   -œI should just
take it off? -

   Tom -(TM)s answer was quiet, and I could tell it was in the affirmative,
but the rest of the guys cheers drown out his voice. e I shrugged my
shoulder a little, which allowed the rest of my boob to pop out of the
shirt, before quickly pulling it back on.  I repeated my little tease on
the other side, leaving that breast exposed for a moment before I slid the
shirt down to my elbows, exposing both of my breasts.  Only my left hand
was preventing the shirt from falling open or off now.

    -œThe whole thing? - I asked in as sexy a voice as I could muster.

   This quickly started a chant of  -œTake it off!  Take it off! -

   Smiling, I turned my back to them and pulled the shirt the rest of the
way off, completely baring myself to them from behind.  I very quickly
folded it and dropped it on the counter, and then placed one hand in front
of my pussy and turned back to them as they cheered for me.  I bowed
lightly to them a few times before raising both hands above my head for the
briefest second.   -œThank you, gentlemen! - I called, dashing into the
fitting room, my heart racing, my hand covering my crotch again, but my
boobs bouncing with each jogging step.

   I was catching my breath when a cheer went up from the guys again. 
Figuring that someone had made a comment about me, I turned to the table to
grab my clothes so I could dress and more quickly rejoin the fun.  That
-(TM)s when I figured out what the cheer was about.

   I opened the door to peek out, seeing all the guys standing by the
counter, smiles on their faces, watching the door eagerly.  Tom was out in
front of the group, grinning mischievously, holding up my shorts with one
hand and my bra and t-shirt with the other.   -œMissing something, Claire?
- he grinned as the guys all laughed rowdily.

   I looked around the fitting room, but it was decidedly empty.  He must
-(TM)ve snuck in here when I was folding the other clothes.  I had to give
him credit for ingenuity.  Head held high, a smirk on my lips, with a hand
in front of my pussy and the other arm covering my breasts, I walked back
out to the applause and appreciative whistles of the guys.



   CBND FanFic Chapter 16

    -œI couldn -(TM)t find your underwear, Claire, - He laughed over the
din.   -œI think you might have given them to Zach to pack away! -

    -œI didn -(TM)t wear any panties! - I replied, blushing tomato red as
the cheer renewed.  I noticed that the twins had drifted behind me and were
openly and obviously staring at my butt.

   Tom looked at me quizzically, to make sure I was alright, and I winked,
nodding my head almost imperceptibly to let him know everything was fine.
He held my bra out to me, but as I uncovered my chest to reach for it, he
pulled it away.   -œI think we should get a good look before we let our fun
come to an end! -

    -œIt -(TM)s impossible to put on a bra one handed, - I reminded him
sarcastically, my arm firmly back in place.

    -œThat would be merely a look, - he smirked to more laughter,  -œwhen
I clearly said,  -~a GOOD look. -(TM) -

    -œWhat do you want me to do? - The guys cheered once again, hearing
the good-natured resignation in my voice.

    -œWhy don -(TM)t you do all your poses for us! - called one of the
twins, moving around to the front of me, obviously disappointed that he
-(TM)d missed the brief moment when my hand had left my breasts.

   "Pose-es!  Pose-es!  Pose-es! - chanted Zach, surprising me as the
other joined in.

   Tom stepped back to join the group, which was forming a loose semicircle
around me as I felt my face flush again.  They continued to chant as I
worked up my nerve.  I moved my hands to my waist and tilted my hips,
placed my legs shoulder width apart, and rose to my tiptoes, receiving the
loudest ovation of the night.  After a couple of seconds, I turned
slightly, crossing one leg in front of the other at the knee, and placed
both hands in my hair.  A few more seconds and I turned, legs in a neutral
stance, tiptoes again, sticking my butt out slightly and wiggling my ass at
them.  I turned to face them again and raised both hands high in the air,
stretching, and slightly arching my back with my legs locked together, on
my toes once again.  Last, I stood with my legs a little wider than my
shoulders, one hand flared out by my hip, the other straight in the air,
wrist cocked.

   I immediately returned my hands to their protective positions over my
chest and crotch as my nervous excitement continued to build.  
-œSatisfied? - I asked, hoping that they weren -(TM)t.

    -œClaire wants to know if we -(TM)re satisfied! - Tom called, eying my
hands meaningfully.  I knew that the best way to make him push me to do
more was to stand here and do nothing.  If I uncovered, he would be
powerless, but as long as I hid myself, he and Jim could make me show more.
Instead of moving my arms, I winked at him again.  He winked back, then
turned to the guys.   -œI don -(TM)t think she should cover up until we
give her something to wear, but I -(TM)ll leave it to all of you!  Do we
think she -(TM)s done, or does she need to learn not to cover up? -

   "Pose-es!  Pose-es!  Pose-es! - came the renewed chant.  I think Darius
was the first, but Zach was the loudest for sure.

    -œSorry, Claire.  You shouldn -(TM)t have covered up, I guess! - Tom
apologized halfheartedly.  Then, to Marcus,  -œCan you turn up the music in
here?  Maybe she can dance a little! -

   Marcus dashed behind the counter and twirled a volume knob that was
mounted in the wall.  Even at full blast, the sound wasn -(TM)t
overpowering, and the soft rock of the 80 -(TM)s was not something I -(TM)d
normally have picked.  I Danced around, striking each pose again and again,
holding them for a second or two longer than I had the first time, as the
guys catcalled and applauded for their favorites and for my dancing.  I
finished the final pose and held it without moving for a solid ten seconds
as the song played its final notes.   -œAm I done? - I asked covering my
crotch again, but only halfheartedly covering my chest with the other arm.

    -œI think she was a great sport! - he called to the guys, who
applauded me.

   Marcus, blushing furiously, stepped toward Tom and whispered in his ear.

   Tom smiled brightly.   -œHe asked if we can have her walk her normal
runway with just those boots on! - he called to the group.   -œSo what say
you?! -

   They hadn -(TM)t been put away yet, so they were quickly at my side, and
I was ushered onto a low stool, and all the guys crowded around in front of
it.  I allowed Marcus to put the little socks on each foot, and to then
slide each foot into the supple boots.  His hands were visibly trembling as
he pulled the zip up, his eyes locked between my thighs.  He helped me to
my feet, unable to look me in the face for more than a few seconds before
his gaze roamed south.

   With the music still playing, I strutted and danced now as I made my way
up and down the aisles, stopping to pose as I had done so many times that
day, while the guys took up positions more spread out than the tight
semicircle around the counter.  I took a little longer with each pose,
smiling and waving as the cheers grew more and more exuberant, intent on
ending along with the song.  Tom caught my arm and whispered in my ear,
getting a nod from me before announcing his plan to the group.  As the song
drew to a close, I sauntered over to the counter, and hopped up to sit on
the edge.  I spun, kicking my legs up, and then stood, resuming my dance,
now on the bar, as the boisterous mood in the store reached a fever pitch.

   Tom, and then Jim, started the chant of  -œTake it off!  Take it off, -
and I smiled, nodding at the crowd to let them know that I would.  I danced
for about half the song, and then turned, setting my legs a little wider
than shoulder width, and hinged forward at the waist, touching my palms
flat to the countertop.  I bounced each knee momentarily before I slid my
hands up each leg, finding the zipper pulls.  The supple leather fell
gracefully away to either side as the zipper lowered, until they were
peeled like a banana, my bare legs exposed inch by inch.  Standing again, I
lifted a heel, and my foot slid easily out of the boot.  Without touching
the ground, I lifted my leg so I could pull off the little sock, and then
straightened, only my pedicured toes touching the countertop.  I repeated
that movement with the other leg, now standing, and dancing, with my bare
feet between the boots.  Tom reached forward and dragged them off the
counter as I continued to dance, barely hearing the transition from song to
song as the noise of the guys all but drowned out the Muzak.

   It was that volume of rowdiness that made it so that we didn -(TM)t hear
the security guard.  I caught some movement from the corner of my eye, and
spun to see him, confused but enchanted looking, staring through the
security fence.

   Surprised by his appearance, I screamed, dropping into a ball on the
countertop.  The guys spun around, and Marcus jogged to the front of the
store to let him in.

   All of the noise we were making had drawn him to the store, and he
-(TM)d been watching for a few minutes before I -(TM)d seen him.   -œI
tried shouting out, but you guys couldn -(TM)t hear me! - he explained.

   Tom and Jim had helped me off of the counter, but had not given me any
clothes, so I was introduced to him naked.  Randall was good natured, and
willing to allow us to continue our revelries, but I was getting ready for
it to come to an end.  I feared that they would want to repeat too much now
that another guy had joined in.

   Tom held up my bra in one hand and my shorts in the other.   -œWe have
to say goodbye to something, gents! - he called to lighthearted boos.

   Shouted votes, mostly in favor of my ass, pussy or tits, devolved into a
short debate as I slowly danced around, naked in their midst.  Dave,
reserved and mostly quiet until then, boiled it down.   -œWe all like her
chest, but putting on the shorts hides both her pussy and her ass! - In
the end, I was given my shorts, and asked to dance around the room, doing
my poses topless.  I was then handed my bra, and I had just hooked it into
place when Jim stepped forward.   -œWe were really undecided, and I, for
one, think we made a mistake, - he said, trying to quiet the lively room.
-œI think it would have been much better if you -(TM)d put your bra on
first! -

   The guys finally silenced themselves, waiting with baited breath as I
began to wonder if they -(TM)d ever let me dress fully.  Jim was looking at
me, a smirk playing on his lips and eyes, and I knew what he wanted. 
Meaningfully, he gestured towards my shorts, and then the floor.  A cheer
rang out as I sighed and slid them down my legs and handed them to Jim.  I
repeated my walk and poses, now naked below the waist.  When I finished,
Jim held up his hand.   -œWhich was better?! - he called out.  
-œBottomless, or -- - he looked pointedly at my chest and stage whispered,
 -œtake the bra off, - as I complied in mock frustration and handed it to
him.   -œTopless! - he yelled.

   He dragged the unofficial voting on just to keep me naked, and had me
walk and pose in just my sandals while he and Tom whispered
conspiratorially and smiled at me.  I didn -(TM)t have to wait long to
figure out what that had been about, because next Tom handed me my shirt to
renewed loud cheers.  I walked and posed again, the guys growing more and
more bold, calling out for me to spread my legs farther apart for this
pose, or to bend forward for that one.

   Once I -(TM)d been given my shorts, I was passed around the room for
multiple hugs from each of the guys.

   At first, Marcus was unwilling to take my money, but when I told him
that it made me feel like a prostitute not to pay, he agreed, and ran the
sale through his register with more than a 50% discount.  I stuffed my bra
into the shopping bag, which Tom insisted on carrying.  We had to leave
through the back of the store and were a boisterous crowd as we walked down
the long concrete corridor lined with doors.  I flashed them all several
times, mostly at their requests, but also on my own as the twins parted
ways to head back to their restaurant to pick up some of their things.  At
the main entrance, the three from the distributor walked jovially towards
their cars after asking if we wanted to join them for a drink.

    -œThanks again for your help, Marcus, - I said sincerely.   -œI
really, really appreciate it! -

    -œI still feel like a jerk, taking your money, - he replied.

    -œAnd I -(TM)d still feel like a whore if you didn -(TM)t, - I
reminded him.

    -œTechnically you -(TM)d be a stripper, - Tom corrected.   -œYou didn
-(TM)t screw him, you just stripped for him. -

   After an awkward silence, Marcus said  -œI hope you get to model for
them.  They -(TM)re totally on the level, and you -(TM)d be really good at
it. -

    -œThanks, - I replied.   -œI hope so, too! -

   Jim, Tom and I walked to the car while Marcus followed after his
vendors.  -œWhen did you shave your pussy? - Tom demanded.

   I smiled.   -œI -(TM)d wondered if you noticed. -

    -œI -(TM)m SO going to have to take a closer look at that! - he
threatened.

   I think he was expecting a snide remark, or denial from me, because he
looked a little shocked at my reply.   -œI was hoping you -(TM)d say that!
-