Catching My Girlfriend Naked
By Phil

I was 17 at the time, and I had been dating Becky (also 
17) for about one month. We really liked each other a 
lot, but had not become any more "intimate" than a few 
feels through clothing, no flesh. I could tell, though, 
that she enjoyed it as much as I did, so soon enough I 
knew we could expect a little more.

It was a Saturday night, and I went over to Becky's house 
to pick her up for a date. When I got there, her sister 
Dawn greeted me at the door. Dawn was 16, and she and 
Becky were very close-best friends, in fact. Dawn let me 
in and told me that Becky was still in the shower and 
would be ready shortly. She said that their parents had 
gone out for the evening and that I was welcome to wait 
in the living room, which was just inside the front door, 
next to the stairs that went up to the second floor of 
the modest-sized house.

Dawn went upstairs, shouted through the bathroom door to 
Becky that I was there, and I had a seat on the couch, 
relaxing and watching the clock and the pictures on the 
wall, mind wandering. After a couple of minutes there, I 
heard the bathroom door open, and after a moment or two, 
Dawn shouted out, "Phil, come quick! Becky's naked!"

Well, like any red-blooded American boy, I was off the 
couch like a shot to the stairs to see what was going on. 
Obviously, Becky reacted to Dawn's news brief and darted 
for her bedroom, which was maybe 10 feet from the 
bathroom, out of my view unless I was already on the 
stairs, which I wasn't. By the time I had gotten to the 
stairs, I heard Becky's door slam shut.

I had missed her, but I decided to pursue the issue. I 
went up the narrow stairs, passed the bathroom at the top 
and did a u-turn to the left, heading right for Becky's 
closed door. Although I had no intention of going in, I 
rattled the door handle slightly and Becky screamed at me 
to stay out as I heard her body slam against the door to 
keep me from entering. 

Rather than force the issue, I instead offered an 
interesting idea. I dared Becky to run back to the 
bathroom naked, but this time to give me a fighting 
chance of seeing her. I told her I would go back 
downstairs and sit on the couch, which was on the far 
wall of the living room. Then I asked Dawn if she would 
stand at the top of the stairs and tell me when Becky had 
emerged from her room, at which point I would make a mad 
dash for the stairs again and try to see her before she 
gotten to the safety of the bathroom. After a long pause 
on the other end of the door, Becky excited said she'd do 
it.

I dashed down the stairs and Dawn took her place at the 
top of them. Dawn looked down and, seeing me seated on 
the couch, told Becky I was in place. After a few brief 
moments, I heard the door start to open and Dawn yelled 
down that Becky was out. I sprinted for the stairs as 
Becky sprinted for the bathroom, my only hope being that 
she'd trip and fall along her way.

Alas, she did not fall, and as I got to the bottom of the 
stairs, I looked up and saw the bathroom door slam shut.

Damn! I missed again. But I wasn't going to let this die 
away. I knew that she was still naked in the bathroom and 
that her clothes were in her room, so there was still 
hope. I slowly ascended the stairs, trying to think of a 
better plan. By the time I reached the top, I had it.

I knocked on the bathroom door and asked Becky if I could 
come in. 

"No!" Again, her body banged against the door to keep me 
out.

I told her I had one last request. I would go down into 
the kitchen, which was just past the living room heading 
to the back of the house, and I would stand in the far 
corner, which obstructed my view of the stairwell 
completely. Dawn would be standing at the bottom of the 
stairs, where she could see both the bathroom and that I 
wasn't cheating in the kitchen. Becky would come out of 
the bathroom and go down the stairs as far as she was 
comfortable before heading back up or I started over from 
the kitchen, at which point Dawn would tell her and Becky 
could try to reach her room without being spotted.

I guess the plan sounded safe, because without pause 
Becky said she'd do it. I decided to liven up the moment 
a bit first.

"Okay, just let me in to grab all the towels or anything 
else you could cover up with so that you don't cheat."

"No way, Jose!"

I grinned at Dawn. 

"Okay, how about Dawn comes in and does that for me?"

"Okay, but no funny business."

"I promise I'll be good."

With that, I stepped back into their parents' bedroom, 
which was just to the left of the bathroom, and Dawn 
slowly opened the bathroom door, letting Becky see it was 
her, before going all the way in and closing the door 
behind her. After a few seconds, she emerged with a 
handful of towels, smiling at me. I knew from her look 
that Becky was without protection.

Now I know I could have overpowered Becky and barged 
right in to have my look, but I had other ideas that were 
less intrusive but more devious.

I asked Becky through the door if she was, in fact, 
naked, and she said she was.

"Okay, then, we're going down now."

I looked at Dawn, who had put the towels in her bedroom, 
winked, and motioned for her to go down alone, indicating 
that I was going into their parents' bedroom instead. 

A look of shock came across Dawn's face and I thought she 
wouldn't go for it, but a devilish grin quickly emerged, 
she winked back and noisily went down the stairs, making 
it sound like both of us were going down. I guess there's 
nothing better than putting a good one over on your 
sister.

I went into their parents' bedroom, behind their bed, and 
waited. After a few seconds, Dawn shouted up that we were 
both in place.

Becky, though, was suspicious, and asked me to yell up 
that I was in place, I guess so that she could tell how 
far away I was.

Looking around quickly, I spotted the heat vent on the 
floor. I leaned over it, cupped my hands around my mouth, 
and shouted in that I was in place.

Pause. 

Nothing.

Did she buy it?

She did!

After a few seconds, I heard the bathroom door handle 
slowly open. From my vantage point, I couldn't see the 
bathroom door, but I would easily see her as soon as she 
emerged.

Following several more anxious moments, when I suspect 
Becky was working up her nerve, I saw the top of her head 
poke out of the doorway. I backed out of view, suspecting 
that she was surveying the situation to make sure I 
wasn't hiding around the corner. I waited until I heard 
more movement before peeking back from around the bed. I 
could now see the back of her head, but nothing else as 
yet.

Let me take a moment to describe Becky's appearance. She 
was on the petite side of a medium build; about 5 foot 3 
inches and maybe 110 pounds. She had shoulder-length 
sandy brown hair and was athletic, participating in 
gymnastics- overall a very attractive young lady.

Now, back to the story.

Slowly, Becky began to emerge from the bathroom, looking 
down the stairs and not back at me to her right. After 
her head, her bare shoulder appeared. 

My heart was pounding out of my chest. She was actually 
going through with it!

Becky was crouching slightly, and after a few more 
seconds I could see almost her entire bare back. Her arm 
reached out for the top of the banister, and I caught a 
glimpse of the side of her right breast, the tip of her 
nipple poking out in profile. 

It was all I could do to contain myself (literally and 
figuratively) as she continued out, standing up a little 
straighter and now exposing her full butt to me. Her rear 
end was just as I had imagined and hoped, curvy but not 
very large. She hips were smooth and not terribly 
rounded, and her thighs tight with the muscle lines she 
had developed in sports.

She was now completely in my view as she stood at the top 
of the stairs, facing slightly away from me. Hoping not 
to make any noise, I slowly stood up and started toward 
the door to follow her as far as I could. Had she asked 
me to identify where I was, I would have been screwed, 
although I had already gotten more of an eyeful than I 
had hoped for.

But Becky said nothing and slowly continued on, giving me 
an incredibly long look at her naked backside. She moved 
down one step, then another, then another, crouching only 
slightly to see if I was cheating downstairs. She paused 
and mouthed something to Dawn, and Dawn must have 
responded, as she continued on down the stairs.

By now, I had emerged from her parents' room and was 
standing about 10 feet behind her. I had just gotten into 
Dawn's view, and her eyes spotted me and quickly looked 
back into the kitchen. She was playing along very well!

I started down the stairs slowly behind Becky, and as she 
got about four steps from the bottom, she either got cold 
feet or had grown suspicious, as she stopped cold, trying 
to look into the kitchen for me. Even if I had been 
standing in the doorway of the kitchen to the living room 
I would have only been able to see her from her butt 
down.

However, in turning to look into the kitchen, which gave 
me another profile view of her right breast and nipple, 
she spotted me behind her out of the corner of her eye. 
She froze for a moment, realizing that I had been 
watching her all along and tried to figure out her best 
route to safety. 

Dawn, recognizing that the secret was out, stepped up to 
the bottom step to prevent Becky from darting downstairs 
and into the security of the spare bathroom off the 
family room in the back. Becky saw that she couldn't get 
past Dawn and turned toward me, facing me fully, but 
covering herself as best she could with her arms and 
hands. She had fully covered her pubic hair with one hand 
and had her other arm across her breasts, leaving me 
little to see other than A LOT of skin.

Becky stood there for a moment, then decided she only had 
one way to go and she'd better get on with it. She 
dropped her arms, giving me a full view of EVERYTHING, 
her soft, round breasts that were just enough to fill my 
hands, her well-trimmed pubic hair, and all of the soft 
and smooth skin that you'd hope for in your 17-year-old 
girlfriend.

The view was fleeting, though, as she started barreling 
up the stairs at me, breasts bouncing up and down and 
arms pumping. I was about four steps above her, so she 
was on me quickly. She tried to move to one side to get 
by, then the other, but I moved back and forth, blocking 
her all the way. 

Having little other choice, she ran right into me, 
tackling me on the stairs, her full naked body resting on 
mine, our eyes inches away from each other. She propped 
herself up with her arms for a moment, then released her 
body to rest completely on mine, giving me a full open 
mouth kiss as I wrapped my arms around her and placed my 
hands on her bare rear end, squeezing its firm, athletic 
shape.

Then she was off again, but instead of crawling around, 
she went right over me, giving me the thrill of my young 
life as she let her breast slide right across my face. I 
tried to capture her nipple with my lips, but it was past 
me before I could do so. Then her belly ran across my 
face, followed by her pubic hair. 

But now she was at the top of the stairs, had stood up, 
and darted for her bedroom. The door slammed behind her 
and she let out a string of profanity, telling me what a 
pervert I was and chastising her sister for tricking her 
so cruelly.

Dawn and I went up to her room, apologizing profusely. I 
told her I never would have done it if I knew it would 
have bothered her so. After a few seconds of silence, the 
door opened a crack and Becky's faced peered around it. 
She grinned.

"Paybacks are a bitch! And neither of you will be 
spared!"

I went downstairs and waited for Becky in the living room 
and, about ten minutes later she came down, smiling 
broadly.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" she asked.

"That depends. Are you okay?"

"I'm great, because I can't wait for the paybacks."

"Then I guess I had a wonderful time. Thanks for being 
such a sport."

We talked for a little while with Dawn and continued on 
with our date. At dinner, Becky hatched a plan for Dawn's 
payback. 
It would come soon...



*** Sister's Turn ***
*********************


It didn't take long for Becky's payback to Dawn to take 
place. And lucky me, I got to be involved.

As I mentioned before, Dawn was 16 at the time, but 
didn't resemble her sister that much. She stood about 5 
foot 6 inches and must have weighed about 120 pounds. She 
was on the thin side with dishwater blond hair, but not 
as firm and athletic as Becky. She did have a very 
attractive body, though, fully developed in all the right 
places. 

The plan worked this way. Oftentimes on weekends, their 
parents would go out for shopping or to visit friends or 
relatives. Dawn was a suntan nut, so she would sunbathe 
as often as she could. Becky said that when their parents 
were gone, Dawn would wear the skimpiest bikini she owned 
and lay out in their backyard, which was surrounded by a 
pretty tall wooden security fence. Once out there, she 
would lie on her stomach and undo the straps of her top, 
giving her the full tan effect on her back. What was 
best, though, according to Becky, is that Dawn would 
often fall into a deep sleep for hours on end there.

So we hatched our plan, and two weeks after the adventure 
with Becky, I came over at about 1 p.m. on a sunny 
Saturday afternoon to make it happen. 

Becky had called me to let me know Dawn had gone outside 
in her skimpy bikini. I got there as soon as I could and 
Becky let me in the front door. We walked through the 
living room, past the kitchen, and through the family 
room to the back door wall. From there, we could see Dawn 
lying out on her lounge chair about 15 feet away. Her 
head was nearest us, her feet furthest away. Like Becky 
had said, Dawn had undone her straps and appeared to be 
sleeping.

We opened the door wall, making a little noise to see if 
Dawn would stir. She didn't move, so we came out, leaving 
the door open. We approached Dawn on either side, and 
knelt down near her waist.

Like I said, Dawn had already undone her top straps, so I 
was able to see her bare back, well tanned and 
unblemished. Her arms were resting under her head, so I 
was able to see just the side of her right breast, but it 
was nothing to speak of as yet, being mostly hidden 
underneath her.

I didn't stare too long at Dawn because I was dating her 
sister, of course, who was only a couple of feet away. 
Besides, we had to move onto the next step.

As Becky had described, Dawn's bikini was skimpy, and to 
provide as much skin exposure as possible, she had bikini 
bottoms with straps that tied. Slowly, Becky and I 
reached on either side for the strings dangling from 
Dawn's hips. We pulled them, gradually undoing the knots, 
until finally they were undone.

Dawn was definitely sound asleep, as she never moved. 
Again in unison, Becky and I reached for the remaining 
loop holding the front and back of the bottom together 
and, only slightly touching Dawn's skin, we pulled the 
strings until they fell loose, completely undone.

Next, we returned to the front of the chair, where Dawn's 
head was. Dawn was deathly afraid of snakes, so Becky had 
picked up a realistic looking fake one and placed it 
gently on Dawn's hand, right in front of her eyes. About 
the only thing that could ruin this stunt would have been 
if Dawn had screamed when she woke up, but Becky assured 
me that her sister was not a screamer. "We'll see," I 
replied.

Becky stepped to the foot of the chair and I bent over 
and softly hissed into Dawn's ear. After a few moments, 
Dawn's eyes opened and she focused on the snake just 
inches away from her face. 

She gasped and quickly sprang from the chair, not aware 
yet of who was there and how she was (un)dressed. Dawn's 
bikini top had remained on the chair and her bottoms had 
flipped down, caught between her tightly clenched thighs.

I was able to take a good long look as Dawn came to the 
realization of what was really going on. Her breasts were 
slightly larger than Becky's, but because she was a 
little taller, they were in perfect proportion to the 
rest of her body. 

Her nipples were standing at erect attention-from the 
shock, I suppose-and she trimmed her pubic hair in much 
the same way as her sister. Dawn was slightly more hippy, 
but I marveled at what a good job their parents had done 
of creating two nearly perfect specimens of young women.

From behind her, Becky reached down and yanked Dawn's 
dangling bikini bottoms from between her legs. As Dawn 
spun around to see what was going on, I took the 
opportunity to lean forward and swipe up her bikini top 
and towel from the chair, leaving her completely exposed 
in her own backyard. 

Again, they had high wooden security fences, so most of 
the neighbors had no idea what was going on. The house 
kiddie corner to theirs, though, was a two-story 
structure, so technically they could see what was going 
on if the were in the right place at the right time.

Dawn was still not screaming, thankfully, but like Becky 
had done on the previous occasion, she tried to cover 
herself with her hands and arms, still allowing me a view 
of A LOT of skin, but no "private parts."

She demanded that I give her the towel, but I refused, 
telling her that she needed to come and get it. I 
instructed her instead to drop her arms and slowly turn 
around, then she could have her towel. She paused for a 
moment, realizing that she had little alternative. She 
looked at me with a scowl on her face, and did what I 
requested.

She slowly dropped her arms and began to blush, but 
rather than stare at her face, my eyes wandered 
elsewhere. This time, I got a good long look at her full 
and soft breasts, smooth and curvy hips, and cute little 
strip of pubic hair. As she turned around, I was able to 
appreciate the curves of both her breasts and her butt, 
and when she was totally facing away from me, I admired 
her soft, round rear end. She stopped moving as she faced 
away from me, put her hands on her hips, and gave a 
little butt wiggle.

Boy, she was taking this very well!

She turned around quickly and darted for me and, 
presumably, her towel. I was only a few steps from the 
door wall, so I quickly made it inside and slammed it 
shut behind me, fiddling with the lock as I held it 
closed and she tried to pull it back open. I got the lock 
engaged and stepped back, holding up the towel as she 
continued struggling to pull the door back open. I had a 
full view of her body and her breasts leapt playfully as 
she yanked at it time and again. Becky was in the 
background, laughing hysterically and I heard her telling 
Dawn that paybacks were, indeed, a bitch.

After about 30 seconds of Dawn alternating between 
pulling on the door and standing with her hands on her 
hips as she told me to unlock it, I gave in. She was 
breathing heavily and her breasts eased up and down with 
every breath. If Becky had not been my girlfriend, I 
would have found a way to hold that beautiful body, 
because it really had me excited.

But, instead, I unlocked the door. As Dawn opened it, I 
ran to the base of the stairs, knowing she had to go 
upstairs at this point. She ran up to me grab the towel, 
but I held it behind my back. She reached around either 
on either side, but I kept it out of her grasp. Finally, 
she reached around with both arms, fully pressing her 
chest against my own. I felt the cushioning of her 
breasts as she pushed against me, and I remember wishing 
at that instant that I had somehow removed my shirt 
before we had begun, because her bare breasts against my 
bare chest would have an experience for the ages.

As she reached around, I dropped the towel to the floor. 
She stood there for a moment, arms around me, and looked 
back at Becky, who had run into the living room behind to 
her watch what happened. Dawn stepped back, put her hands 
on her hips, and said, "Last look!" She stood still for 
maybe two seconds, letting me get a final glimpse of her 
naked body just inches in front of me, then ignored the 
towel on the floor and bolted up the stairs stark naked, 
allowing me a view of her bare backside before she turned 
the corner and ran into the privacy and security of her 
bedroom.

A little while later, Dawn came down and the three of us 
talked about the experience. She was very good-natured 
about the whole thing, and said that she felt very safe 
because Becky was there, and it actually gave her a 
thrill to be vulnerable and exposed to a member of the 
opposite sex, at least under these circumstances. Both 
Dawn and Becky lamented, though, about how they had no 
way of catching me naked. I felt kind of bad, yet still 
looked forward to the thrill it might bring, so I 
promised them that, when the moment was right, I'd give 
them their show.

Not long after, I did just that. But Becky and Dawn had 
other ideas...



*** My Turn ***
***************

I waited for more than a month after Dawn's "exposure" to 
fulfill their wish/need to see me naked. Despite what I 
thought was going to be a sexual awakening for Becky and 
me, we hadn't yet gotten fully undressed with each other. 
The furthest we had gone was a little under the clothing 
feels, but nothing that had brought either of us to 
climax. Just some experimentation.

Anyway, Becky had started to complain that I had lied to 
them about letting them catch me naked, and honestly I 
was feeling a little guilty. I kept putting her off and 
telling her "Soon, soon." Understandably, though, I was 
not in that great a hurry to let two cute young girls 
look at my naked body while they were still fully 
clothed. I was in good shape, but at 17 I just didn't 
have a whole lot of self-confidence where my body was 
concerned.

It was a rainy Saturday afternoon and I had come over to 
Becky's to spend the day. Her parents had gone out, so we 
just hung out with Dawn in the family room watching 
television and talking. 

At a commercial break, I decided it was now or never and 
said I was going to the bathroom, going into the one that 
was attached to the family room right there.

The way their house was laid out, you enter through the 
front door with the living room on your left and the 
stairs leading up to your right. As you continue straight 
ahead you pass the kitchen on your left, then enter the 
family room with the door wall to the backyard right in 
front of you. Facing the door wall, the family room is 
laid out with the television set on the far left wall and 
the couch sort of in the middle of the room, facing the 
TV, and forming a walkway behind it from the kitchen to 
the door wall. Whereas the back of the couch would be 
immediately to your left if you were coming from the 
kitchen, the bathroom is to your right, maybe six feet 
from the back of the couch.

So there I was in the bathroom, Becky and Dawn sitting on 
the couch, facing away from the bathroom door. I closed 
the door behind me, my heart pounding out of my chest 
from nervousness about what I was about to do. I had 
planned it well, though, making sure I was in charge of 
how long they could look at me (VERY brief, I promised 
myself).

I quickly and quietly stripped down to my birthday suit. 
I looked in the mirror to make sure I looked as good as 
possible, then reached for the door handle.
I took a deep breath.

This is it!

The door opened to the left into the family room, so I 
pushed it open slightly, poking my head out to make sure 
they were in place. I could see the tops of their heads, 
so I swung the door wide and stepped out a couple of 
feet.

Before I said or did anything, I quickly thought to 
myself that there were two teenage girls a few feet away 
from me who had no idea I was standing behind them stark 
naked. 

What a rush!

Not wanting to prolong this too much, I took a deep 
breath and spoke.

"Hey ladies!"

They both swung around, kneeling on the couch to look at 
me behind them. I put my hands on my hips and pumped up 
my chest a bit, giving them a chance to see a fine male 
specimen. They grinned and hooted in unison, pumping up 
my confidence. Becky urged me to turn around so she could 
see my butt. 

I obliged, turning around as I started to feel myself 
getting excited and hard. I thought to myself that I 
would just turn around again quickly, let them see my 
penis starting to become erect, then dash back into the 
bathroom, lock the door, get dressed, and be done with 
it.

But they had other plans...

As I started to turn back around to face them, the door 
swung hard back at me. Instinctively, I jumped out of its 
way (big mistake!) and it slammed shut, another young 
lady standing solidly between me and the safety of that 
bathroom.

"Have you met Cathy?" Becky asked.

I had seen this girl around school, but I didn't know who 
she was. Of course, that was the least of my worries at 
that point in time, standing naked in front of now three 
young women and no longer having my escape route in front 
of me.

Becky and Dawn, in the meantime, had gotten up and walked 
around either side of the couch, Becky preventing me from 
darting into the kitchen and Dawn keeping me from 
escaping around the couch-not that I'd want to go into a 
room with NO outlet.

I was facing Becky when Cathy suddenly grabbed my right 
arm. I looked down - what is she up to? - and Becky 
lurched toward me, as if to tackle me. Instead, she 
barreled right into me, knocking me toward the door wall, 
which Dawn had conveniently opened. 

Becky let up, but my momentum and Cathy's guiding hand 
cast me through the doorway and into the yard, falling 
into the grass below with an unceremonious thud. I looked 
up to see the door wall slide shut and heard the lock 
click.

So there I was, sitting on the wet grass in a steady, 
cold rain, and three teenage girls were looking at me 
through a locked door wall. 

I quickly covered myself as best as possible with my 
hands while staying seated. I looked around for an 
escape, but their privacy fence appeared to come right up 
to the house on either side. Of course, I wasn't going to 
hop a fence and ask a neighbor for help, so I looked back 
to the door wall, wondering how long I'd be stuck out 
there and what I'd have to do to be allowed back in. 

Through the door wall, all three were urging me to stand 
up. I sort of turned away from them as I did, allowing 
them to get a full view of my dripping wet backside. I 
cupped both hands around my crotch, trying to cover 
myself completely. I turned around to face them again, 
confident that they couldn't see much of anything. 

Becky told me if I wanted them to unlock the door, I was 
going to have to drop my hands. I thought for a moment 
and, realizing I had no alternative, I did so. 

I was now quite hard, so my penis pretty much stuck 
straight out. I looked at the three of them standing in 
the doorway and could see that their eyes were glued on 
my penis. They giggled and pointed, saying things I 
couldn't quite make out, then Dawn motioned for me to 
slowly turn around. 

Again, I obliged, having no other choice. I stopped as I 
faced away from them, looking around to make sure no one 
was peeking over their fence for a free show, but the 
coast was clear because of the rain. I put my hands on my 
hips, and as Dawn had done before me, gave them a little 
butt wiggle.

I heard them howl with delight through the door wall and 
then continued turning back around. As I faced them 
again, I covered myself with my hands and demanded that 
they open the door for me. I was now drenched from head 
to toe and must have looked like some kind of drowned 
rat.

But nobody made a move for the lock. They just kept 
grinning, telling me to drop my hands again.

I was stuck. What could I do? Oh well, I thought, might 
as well give them a show...

I turned back away from them and backed up to the door. 
Leaning back, I pressed my butt firmly against the glass, 
flattening it out.

"Ewwwww!"

I stepped forward again, smiled at them, and stepped 
forward to the glass. I dropped my hands and this time 
pressed my crotch against the glass, flipping my penis up 
so that it was pointing straight up.

Again with the "Ewwww!" but this time accompanied by 
giggling. I stepped back from the door, placing my hands 
on my hips, and gestured to the door for them to open it.

Becky and Dawn turned toward each other and said a few 
words, keeping a look at me the whole time out of the 
corners of their eyes. Finally, after maybe twenty 
seconds, Becky clicked the lock and they backed away from 
the door a few feet. 

It would have been nice for them to open it, of course, 
but I suspect they wanted to see me strain a bit while 
pulling it open. As I slid it open, they applauded. I 
closed it behind me, being sure to lock it myself this 
time, and turned back to go into the bathroom, get 
dressed, and put this moment behind me.
Instead of giving me an opening to go in, though, the 
three of them blocked the door of the bathroom, 
preventing me from getting at it.

"How much would it cost to keep you naked all day?" Dawn 
inquired.

"There's not enough money in the world," I replied, 
stepping toward the door and trying to reach its handle 
from between Becky and Dawn, who wouldn't let me at it.

With an opening toward the kitchen, I decided to bolt for 
upstairs, where at least they'd have a towel to wrap 
around myself. I got as far as the kitchen before I 
realized that I was enjoying it almost as much as they 
were. I stopped and turned around, offering to bargain 
for my getting to the bathroom and my clothes.

"Okay, what'll it take for me to get back into that 
bathroom?"

"What do you have to offer?" Becky replied.

"How about I stay naked all day if you three do the 
same?"

I heard Cathy gasp, but Dawn quickly chimed in.

"No way. Remember, you're the one in the vulnerable spot 
right now. Why should we have to put ourselves in that 
same spot?"

Cathy finally spoke up, "How about we line up, blocking 
you from the kitchen into the family room. If you can get 
past us, you can get to the bathroom."

The other two looked at me for my answer and, after 
trying to quickly come up with an alternative and 
failing, I agreed.

They looked at each other and, staying shoulder to 
shoulder, moved to the kitchen doorway, completely 
covering it.

I still hadn't covered myself back up with my hands. Dawn 
had been right, I felt vulnerable and exposed, but yet 
quite safe. They hadn't made fun of me and I knew that 
their laughter was from seeing someone in the position I 
had been in. Besides, they almost never let their 
attention divert from my crotch. I actually felt quite 
proud of my body at that moment.

But I still needed to get by them and to my clothes. For 
a nanosecond I had considered taking them up on their 
offer of staying naked for them all day, but I wasn't 
ready for THAT kind of extended exposure. I think we-
especially I-had had just about enough.

Although they blocked the doorway to the family room, 
there was probably still a good eight to ten inches 
between their shoulders. It would be a tight foot, but I 
could squeeze through if I moved quickly.

As if they were reading my mind, though, all three put 
their hands up slightly, meaning if I tried to squeeze 
between them, two would get a handful of me. 

Not having any options, I decided who would get the 
handfuls and what they'd get a handful of. I stepped up 
to Becky, leaned down slightly, and gave her a big kiss 
on the lips. After a couple of moments in the kiss, I 
felt her hands on my butt, squeezing hard as she pulled 
my cold wet body against her own warm and dry one. Rather 
than put my arms around her, though, I just backed away a 
foot or two and she returned her hands to her side, open 
and waiting for me.

I stepped in front of the opening between Becky and Dawn 
and saw Dawn's eyes light up a bit. I turned sideways, 
facing Becky, and eased between them. Both of their hands 
caught my bare hip, and as I slid between them, Becky's 
hand rubbed across my pubic hair and penis while Dawn's 
felt my bare behind. I stopped momentarily when I was 
directly between them, catching Becky's look of shock, as 
if to say. "What am I going to do now?" before I moved 
through completely and scooted into the bathroom.

I dressed quickly, but waited for my penis to relax 
before coming back out. When I emerged from the bathroom, 
the three girls were sitting on the couch waiting. I sat 
down on the easy chair facing them, and we talked about 
it, much as we had with Dawn and her exposure.

It turned out that Cathy was a neighbor friend of Dawn's. 
Becky and Dawn had successfully guessed that I would do 
something like this and, just to be prepared, they had 
invited Cathy over to view-if not participate in-the 
attraction. Like Dawn, Cathy was 16 and a very attractive 
young lady. She was on the petite side-a little over 5 
feet tall, maybe 100 pounds-with long blond hair. I 
believe that she was also on Becky's gymnastics team. She 
certainly had the body for it.

Anyway, as the conversation wound down, Dawn surprised me 
a bit, because I had been planning to say what she did.

"Well, Cathy, We've all been naked in front of each 
other. Now it's your turn..."



*** And Now It's Cathy ***
**************************


"Well, Cathy, We've all been naked in front of each 
other. Now it's your turn..."

Dawn's words seemed to smack the life out of Cathy. She 
went pale as a ghost, a look of shock and wide-eyed 
disbelief occupying what moments earlier had been a cute 
and colorful face.

"W-w-w-what??!!"

"You heard her," I chimed in. "Didn't these two warn you 
that once you're in, there are certain things you might 
have to do?"

Cathy looked from Dawn to Becky, mouth opened wide.

"Sure," Becky said. "I told you that there was a risk 
that you might have to go too."

"Well, I didn't think you were serious," Cathy came back. 
"Besides, even if you were, why so quickly? Can't we just 
bask in the moment?"

"No time like the present," Dawn replied. "So how are you 
going to do it?"

"I'm not!" Cathy shouted as she started up from the 
couch.

Anticipating her move, I had already stood up and was 
blocking her exit from the room to the kitchen. Taking my 
cue, Becky had stood up and was doing the same toward the 
door wall.

Cathy looked at the two of us and sat back down. For the 
next several minutes we discussed what Cathy would have 
to do. She shot down one idea after another until finally 
settling on one. 

Because she had only been a part of the last "exposure," 
she wouldn't have to be chased around naked like the rest 
of us were. Cathy would go upstairs to the bathroom, take 
off her clothes, and wrap herself in a bath towel. She 
would come down to the family room, where the three of us 
would be sitting on the couch, and she would stand in 
front of the TV. Facing away from us, she would unwrap 
the towel, exposing her naked backside to us-well, me, 
specifically; at least I was hoping the other two weren't 
interested in seeing her bare ass. After that, she'd 
simply cover back up and go upstairs and get dressed.

Cathy headed upstairs and the three of us looked at each 
other on the couch and whispered, "Sucker!" While she got 
ready upstairs, we concocted our own plan downstairs.

After about ten minutes (we were patient) we heard 
Cathy's footsteps coming down the stairs. Looking over 
the back of the couch, I watched Cathy enter wrapped in a 
bright yellow towel. As petite as she was, the towel 
extended from under her arms and below her bare shoulders 
to just above her knees.

Cathy was blushing slightly as she came into the room, so 
I believed that she was, indeed, not wearing anything 
underneath her towel. Just to be sure, though, I pushed 
the envelope.

"You know, Cathy, if you're not completely naked under 
there and you don't show us your completely naked behind, 
we will completely undress you right here and won't let 
you put your clothes back on."

With nervous eyes, Cathy assured me she was naked and 
we'd see what we were promised. And with that, she 
stepped in front of the TV and turned to face away from 
us. Before opening her towel, she asked how long it was 
required to stay open. Becky replied that she couldn't 
close it until we told her to or if one of us-namely, me- 
got up for a better look at more than her backside.

Cathy said okay and put her hands up to the top of the 
towel, one behind her and one in front, to where the end 
was tucked in under her right shoulder and arm. She 
loosened it, took a deep breath, and began to pull it 
open.

Her hand behind her moved slowly-at least for my tastes-
revealing first a bare shoulder, then gradually the full 
right side of her back, rear end, and leg, then her left 
side, rear end, and leg. She kept her arms up, holding 
the ends of the towel in each hand at shoulder height, as 
I stared up and down at her pretty young woman backside. 
Her back and shoulders were well defined and slightly 
muscular from her athletics, and her butt was firm but 
smooth. Her hips were relatively flat and her thighs and 
calves sported good definition. Simply a pleasure to look 
at.

Becky obviously didn't want me to get too good a look, 
and she also knew it wasn't over, so she told Cathy to go 
ahead and cover back up.

Much more quickly than she uncovered herself, Cathy 
wrapped the towel back around, tucking it right in front 
of her this time. As she turned to head back toward the 
kitchen and upstairs, though, the three of us had gotten 
up and blocked her path by the couch. Cathy's face again 
went pale as she realized that she was far from done.

Dawn shared the obvious with Cathy, telling her that 
there would be more, that we weren't going to let her off 
that easy. She instructed Cathy to head toward the door 
wall as Dawn herself went over, unlocked it and slid it 
open wide.

"You're not going to make me stand out there without any 
clothes on, are you?" Cathy asked, voice trembling.

"Relax," Becky replied. "You're already not wearing only 
clothes. The towel will just help you to stay dry."

Cathy must have thought that she was simply going to have 
to step outside in her towel, because she started for the 
open door as if to go outside. Dawn stopped her from 
stepping out, though, instructing her to instead stand in 
front of the open door and face Becky and me, who were 
now right behind the couch, about five feet away.

Standing in the open doorway leading outside, Cathy 
shivered slightly, keeping a death grip on the towel with 
arms crossed in front of her. While Dawn stood to the 
left of her, Becky stepped to Cathy's right, leaving me 
alone in front of her.

Dawn instructed Cathy to drop her arms by her side, and 
slowly she did, staring at me all the while. 

"Drop the towel," Becky ordered.

Cathy didn't move.

"Drop it," Dawn echoed.

Again, Cathy didn't move, continuing to stare straight at 
me.

Becky and Dawn quickly reached down and each grabbed one 
of Cathy's hands.

"Okay," I said. "Then we do it the hard way."

While trying to keep her arms pressed against her sides, 
Cathy resisted Becky and Dawn's attempts to raise her 
arms, but not for long. After a few seconds she let up 
her resistance and they lifted her arms several inches 
away from her sides. I smiled at Cathy, and she smiled 
back slightly, as I leaned forward, took a handful of her 
towel in my hand, and pulled down and back.

The towel immediately untucked itself and dropped from 
Cathy's body. I draped it over my arm and stood back a 
couple of feet, Becky and Dawn still holding her hands to 
prevent her from covering herself back up.

I looked over Cathy's naked body, up and down. Just as 
athletic looking in front as behind, her breasts were 
small but stood right up. Each was a perky little handful 
with an erect nipple from both the chill of the outside 
air and the excitement of the moment.

Cathy's stomach was firm and flat, with some muscle 
definition. She did not trim her pubic hair in as closely 
as Becky and Dawn did, but it was still well trimmed. 

And she was a natural blond.

Like from behind, her hips were thin and her thighs 
muscular. For her size, Cathy was very well proportioned 
and could be very proud.

Were we done with her?

Nope, not yet.

"Would you two let me go? I'm not going anywhere and I'm 
not going to cover myself. He's had enough of a look that 
there's nothing more he hasn't seen."

"Well, we'll let you go," Dawn replied. "But he hasn't 
seen you all wet yet."

As she spoke the last line, Dawn and Becky flung Cathy 
into the backyard and quickly slid the door closed. Cathy 
didn't fall, like I had, but was not able to make it back 
to the door before it was closed and locked. She pounded 
on it once, but realized that made quite a bit of noise, 
so she didn't do it again.

Covering herself with her hands and shivering slightly, 
she asked if we would open the door and let her in. I was 
now standing at the door with her towel, shaking my head.

She asked what she had to do for us to open the door back 
up. I smiled, and told her she needed to lie down on the 
wet grass on her stomach lengthwise, so that I could see 
her from head to toe. She took a deep breath and did as I 
said, even "posing" by propping herself up on her elbows 
and putting a foot up.

Lying on the grass in that way gave Cathy's butt a little 
more oomph, as it bubbled up, raindrops dotting the goose 
bumps that covered it. I motioned for her to roll over 
onto her back. She gave me a dirty look and asked me if I 
thought she was a dog or something. 

"Far from it," I replied as I held up the towel to remind 
her of my power. 

After a few seconds, she rolled over onto her back, lying 
flat for a moment before again propping herself up on her 
elbows and bringing up her far (right) knee in another 
centerfold pose.

Having been lying on her front on the wet grass, many 
blades stuck to her chest, belly and legs. She tried to 
wipe them off, but they pretty much just kind of moved 
around instead. I enjoyed watching, though, as her 
breasts moved around and her muscles tightened and 
relaxed. After a few seconds of trying, Cathy recognized 
the futility of her efforts and stopped.

It suddenly dawned on her that she was out in the open 
and she sat up, covering herself with her arms and 
quickly scanning the perimeter of the yard. As was the 
case when I was out there without anything on, there was 
no one around.

Then she surprised all of us. Apparently confident that 
no one but us could see her, Cathy started running around 
the yard with nothing on, like a three-year-old who gets 
away from her parents and discovers the freedom of being 
undressed. 

She ran right along the fence line, occasionally jumping 
to look over to the other side for anyone that may be out 
in the rain over there. There must have been no one, 
though, as she worked her way around the yard, not 
stopping once. She ran by the doorway, slowing slightly 
and raising her arms, saying, "I'm free!" in a muted 
shout of joy. Then she cut across the lawn diagonally 
doing a couple of gymnastic leaps followed by a flip.

Boy, I thought to myself, if anyone is looking out of 
that two-story house behind Becky's, they were getting 
quite a show. Hell, we were all getting quite a show.

Paying such close attention to Cathy's gymnastics, I 
didn't realize what was going on right beside me. Becky 
and Dawn were actually disrobing on either side of me, 
urging me to do the same.

"Come ON, Phil," Becky pleaded. "How often do you get a 
chance to run around in a rainstorm naked?"

"You forget, I had my chance a little while ago and I 
decided not to."

Dawn was down to her bra and panties by now and grabbed 
my by the arm.

"Don't make us undress you and throw you out like 
before."

"No, no. You guys go ahead." Deep inside, though, I 
wanted to take this risk.

Becky was down to her underwear, too, by now, but neither 
was going any further until I proceeded, as well. Out in 
the backyard, Cathy was on her back, doing backward 
somersaults over her head.

God love a gymnast!

Throwing caution to the wind (besides, I had told them 
earlier that I'd stay naked if they all got naked; here 
was my chance), I unbuckled my pants and started to 
undress. When I had gotten down to my boxers, I paused 
and put my thumbs inside my waistband, waiting for Becky 
and Dawn to continue, as they had waited for me to catch 
up. They both reached behind their backs and undid their 
bras, holding them in place in anticipation of who was 
going to make the next move. 

We stood there for a second, looking at each other. 
Finally, Dawn spoke up.

"Okay, one, two...THREE!"

With that, I slid my boxers down and Becky and Dawn 
whipped off their bras. Standing naked with my shorts 
around my ankles, I waited for each of them to pull down 
their panties-which they did. Becky unlocked the door 
wall and slid it open and the three of us darted into the 
yard, three teenagers freed from the shackles of 
clothing.

We danced around the yard, Becky and Cathy doing their 
gymnastic moves while Dawn and I just sort of improvised. 

There was nothing sexual about our interaction in the 
yard. We'd hold hands and swing each other around, a few 
times one of the girls bounced into me or I into them, 
but there was no groping or freebies. We were simply 
having fun in the rain. 

Stark naked.

After a while, I stopped and sat down, watching the other 
three flit about me, dancing and bouncing. It was as I 
was sitting that I grew quite excited, seeing various 
female body parts bouncing, tensing, and relaxing. Their 
young, nubile bodies put on a heluva show, and I found 
myself again completely erect, enjoying myself immensely. 

Becky soon discovered my "condition" and sat down next to 
me to observe a little closer. I told her she could look, 
but not touch, and I looked her over as well. We were 
both sopping wet, and it really turned me on to see her 
that way. Had there not been two other people in the 
yard, I would have rolled over and taken her right there. 
But because we were not alone, I controlled myself and 
let her keep on looking.

After a few more minutes, Dawn and Cathy discovered that 
Becky and I were just sitting and they joined us. 
Everyone cooled down in the rain, no longer concerned 
that the one neighbor's house was still within view of 
all of us. So what, we said. Let them look.

Once we had all cooled down enough, we went back inside, 
drying off one by one with the towel Cathy had initially 
brought down. Before getting dressed, though, the girls 
sat on the couch and I faced them on the easy chair and 
we talked about the experience. We all had felt very 
free, running around like that. We were turned on by the 
slight risk that was involved of being caught (thank God 
Becky and Dawn's parents hadn't come home!).

I felt rather proud of myself as the three of them 
complemented me first for having the nerve to go out and 
do it, and second for having such a nice body. While it 
had been obvious with Becky, Dawn and Cathy both 
confessed that they had wanted to run up and hold me out 
there, they were so turned on. 

Of course, just hearing that made me stiffen up again 
right there in front of them, and they giggled and 
apologized, keeping their stares right on my crotch as my 
eyes shifted from one bare chest to the next.

We finally decided not to tempt fate and further and get 
dressed before the parents returned. As much of a thrill 
as it is running around naked with three pretty young 
women, I found myself just as turned on getting dressed 
in front of them and watching them dress, as if I was 
getting a sneak peek into their bedrooms.

Finally, we were all dressed, Cathy came down to rejoin 
us, and we chatted some more. Our timing was very good, 
as not five minutes after we sat down, Becky and Dawn's 
parents came in the door, asking us how our afternoon had 
gone.

"Oh, okay," we said in unison.

You might think that we went on to have other adventures 
of this sort over coming weeks and months, but that was 
the end of it. I dated Becky off and on for about another 
year, and then that was it.

But what an experience!