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The Yellow Sundress

By: PaulSandarac



[Note to readers: This story starts out with some sexy stuff, but then I had to get busy with really boring things like character development, mood, plot, etc., before I could actually get you to the yellow sundress, and all of the sexual situations that it was involved in. It's the first story I've written where I tried to present the events from the point of view of a female protagonist, and as I think I'd like to write my next story in the third person, giving both male and female points of view, any constructive criticisms about her thoughts or reactions to her experiences would be most helpful - PS]



Sandy was awakened by a knock on her bedroom door. She heard her mother's voice coming from the hallway:

"Wake up Sandra; your date will be here soon. Do you know it's almost eleven?"

Her mother always called her by her formal name, but everyone else used Sandy, which she preferred.

"OK, Mom ... thanks!"

She heard her mother talking sarcastically in a loud voice as she descended the stairs:

"Nineteen and can't even get out of bed on time for a date ... God only knows what will happen when she has to get herself up for university classes!"

Sandy ignored these remarks. Things had been a bit difficult between the two of them since the incident after the senior prom.

As she lay there she recalled the source of the friction, her first real boyfriend, Jim, who she met at a party that was held for his eighteenth birthday. They had dated for almost a year. However, Sandy was very cautious so the sexual side of their relationship had advanced very slowly for a long time; but as high school came to a close they had started to go farther and farther, progressing to a point where she was allowing him to undo her bra so he could caress her breasts more easily, and on one momentous night letting him touch her pussy through her panties. On their next date she had timidly unzipped his fly so she could feel his erect penis beneath his underwear, while he enthusiastically kneaded the silky material of her panties between her legs, sending, for the second time, a series of delicious sensations running through her body. Sensations that were so much more tantalizing than what she did to herself in bed many nights, hiking up her short nightgown and using her fingers to tease her tiny clitoris and probe her moist vagina. On more than one occasion this nocturnal activity had resulted in her reaching an orgasm, which forced her to bury her head in her pillow to avoid making any noise. But fondling oneself, while providing pleasure and release, did not produce the same yearning electricity that being aroused by Jim did; however unsatisfactory his lack of experience and the silken barrier made things. 

Sandy remembered vividly the discussion she had had with her best friend Sherie, who was a few months older than her, the day following this second encounter of increasing boldness, as she blushingly blurted out some of the lurid details and asked in a halting whisper what she should do about birth control in case things with Jim went even further.

"You, my innocent little friend," Sherie had said with a giggle, "are what they call 'a virgin on the verge'''

"And no matter what the old timid Sandy is telling you not to do," she continued with a smirk, "certain others parts of your anatomy are sending you some very different instructions!"

"That's why I have my dating rules," she said in a more serious tone of voice, "because once you let a boy get to a certain point, nature has a way of taking over; so you need to be pretty sure that you not only want him to 'have his way with you', as the saying goes, but that you are prepared for the consequences."

Sandy certainly remembered Sherie's dating rules, she had first heard them at a hilarious and highly educational "girls night in" at Sherie's house just before Jim took her out for the first time. The party included some of their mutual friends and the conversation and laughter was enhanced by several jugs of inexpensive wine conveniently acquired on Sherie's behalf by her older brother, who was four years senior to her.

The other girls, except for Sandy, were all a little envious of Sherie, with her beautiful long red hair, green eyes and almost perfect complexion. These looks were packaged on top of a trim body which curved nicely in the appropriate places. Sandy had suggested to Sherie on more than one occasion that she should consider modeling, but Sherie wasn't interested.

"I know what goes on in that industry," she had exclaimed once in a very forthright way, "I'm not going to sleep with a bunch of perverts so I can get paid modeling assignments. If I want to get paid for sex, I'll become a hooker!"

Sandy, like the other girls, had watched Sherie with a procession of highly sought after boyfriends, but only two had lasted more than a few dates.

"So Sandy has a date with Jim," Sherie said in a conspiratorial tone of voice to the rest of the group, "I think we better go over a few dating rules so I'm not out buying her a pregnancy test a few weeks from now!"

Sandy remembered turning scarlet as the other girls keeled over with semi-drunken laughter.

"Firstly," Sherie said when the laughter had died down, "no kissing on the first date. Absolutely none! A little hand holding, fine. Unless you are at a party and there is dancing, there is no other body contact allowed. And if you are doing a slow dance with him, easy does it. Maybe, if he's really nice, you can put your head on his shoulder; but no contact of any kind below the waist. Understood?"

"But what if you go out with a boy for the first time and you just really, really like him?" asked Laura, a diminutive blonde, who everyone there knew had been recently angling for the attention of one of Sherie's many ex-boyfriends.

"I don't care if you want to fuck his brains out," Sherie commanded, with a glint in her eye, and a stern glance for Laura, "no kissing, no touching ... until you're sure he is interested in you for more than what's hidden between your legs!"

There had been a few gasps around the room when Sherie made this statement. None of the girls, Sandy included, had ever heard her use any serious profanity, much less the f-word. Maybe the alcohol had something to do with it.

"If he truly likes you, he'll keep coming around," Sherie added with a very pointed stare at Laura, "but if you show him right off the bat that your chief goal in life is to get laid; then he'll probably stick his dick in your pussy just to help you out, but don't expect a real relationship. I know the individual that's on your mind Laura, and I figured out pretty fast that his main interests in me were related to showing other people what a cute girlfriend he had, and removing my clothes in world record time."

"OK, OK, I get it! You don't have to be so crude." a crestfallen Laura said, "What about the second date?"

"Now then, assuming that Jim hasn't been too, too disappointed by his inability to score with Sandy on their very first evening together, and asks her out again, and she likes him enough to accept, then she might want to consider letting him kiss her, but only a little ... I said 'kiss' ladies, not 'neck'; understand? At this point in a potential relationship your tongue is for conversation only."

Sandy recalled that she had drunk quite a bit of the wine by this point, but hadn't even noticed how much, because she was so interested in Sherie's instructions.

"Now on the third date it can go one of two ways; if you're not sure about him, Sandy, but don't want to dump him yet, just keep it to another simple kiss goodnight. If he asks you out again after that, he is definitely interested, even if you aren't. So then you have to make a decision, either accept the date, or tell him that it's over and try to let him down as gently as you can. On the other hand, if after the third date Sandy really likes Jim, she'll want to give him a serious kiss goodnight. Once she does this, unfortunately, he has the upper hand because he knows she's interested, and he might decide he's not. And if he's just thinking of stringing her along to see how far she'll go, well that's what my fourth, fifth and sometimes sixth date rules are for. Anyway the third date is the most important one, not only for girls, but for guys as well."

"In my forthcoming book, "Sherie's Rules For Gentlemen Callers'," she giggled, "I suggest that decent, interesting young men, who like women for more than just sex, not like a certain person Laura finds attractive, might want to take the same approach on the third date ... not interested, no serious kiss, break it off ... interested, serious kiss, request for fourth date."

"Now Sandy, you've let Jim give you a big time kiss at the end of the third date, and your head is just swimming with all sorts of things and you are really falling for him. Well listen up! The next two or three dates are really crucial to flush out those guys who are only in it for the sex, and have the time, money and patience to finesse sweet young things like you right into the sack!"

Sandy remembered all of the girls laughing at her. In fact she had spent a good portion of the evening either blushing, or feeling totally naïve.

"So next two, three dates, Sandy, you can let the kissing heat up, maybe even a session or two of heavy necking, but don't let him touch anything else, no matter how much you want him to!"

"In my experience there aren't many guys who will go through as many as six dates without trying for something more than kissing unless they have really fallen for you, in which case you can set the boundaries to happen as slow or as fast as you want and they'll stay with it."

"Yeah," Meighan added at this point, while flushing furiously, "I let that bastard Ted touch my breasts on the fourth date, and when I wouldn't let him go any farther he dumped me the next week for that slut Susan."

"Exactly my point, ladies," Sherie pontificated, "I'm not saying you shouldn't let a guy touch your breasts ... or even other things ... after all you're all over 18, and you can have a sex life, for heaven's sake ... just use my rules to find out if that's all he is really interested in before you do."

"Can I ask you something personal, Sherie?" Cynthia had asked sheepishly.

"Am I a virgin, no. Is that it?"

"No, not exactly, I kinda figured you weren't ... but, what does it feel like to let a boy see you naked?

"Depends who the boy is."

"What do you mean?" Cynthia said with a puzzled look.

"Well, recently my older brother has seen me by accident a couple of times, and when I found about it, at first I was pretty upset and embarrassed! It's OK now, but it's not like letting your boyfriend see you."

"What happened?"

"Our central air conditioning has been broken for three weeks, and the repair people are waiting for a part, so the upstairs in our house is really hot; and I've been sleeping in the nude. I had my bedroom door open to let the air circulate, and I guess I kicked my sheet off while I was sleeping; and he told me the next morning he got a pretty good look when he walked by, even though it was pretty dark, because there was full moon, and my blind was up to let any breeze come in. He said he had to pull my door mostly closed in case anyone else got up during the night. And I acted like some sort of silly teenager after he told me, but he just gave me a hug, and said: 'Look we're both over 18, and we're brother and sister, just forget about it!' And then the other night when I got up to use the washroom I didn't bother to put anything on, and I bumped into him coming out of his room, and he didn't have anything on either. And we both could see quite a bit, because we have a night light in the hall. But this time we both just laughed."

"The other day, after the second time, I asked him how many real live naked girls he'd seen."

"Besides strippers?"

"Of course besides strippers! Don't try to be so funny, I want a serious answer!"

"Just two; and neither of them were anywhere close to how incredibly beautiful you looked sprawled across your bed that night. I should have left things the way they were, and snuck out early in the morning for another look in the daylight!"

"I just swatted him with a pillow for even suggesting it! I don't want to even imagine how much of my pussy he probably saw that first time!"

"I'm sure that tramp Susan has shown Ted plenty, probably on the first date!" Meighen said bitterly, "I bet she never wears panties, and carries a high powered flashlight in case her boyfriends don't see very well!"

Sandy clearly remembered the howls of uproarious laughter that this comment produced, but not much else from the remainder of the evening.

That was a year or so before she went to Sherie for advice about her increasingly sexual relationship with Jim. Sandy smiled as she recalled Sherie teasing her about her "make out" activities just before she reached for her purse.

"Since you are way beyond my dating rules I think you should have these," Sherie said placing a couple of condoms into Sandy's hand, "I always carry a couple in my purse because sometimes girls get carried away and decide to do things they haven't planned for. Even sensible ones like me!"

"I'll tell you something no one else knows. That night when I lost my virginity we didn't have anything, and I thought I would stop him, I always had before; but when things got hotter and hotter I just didn't want him to stop, and so I let him do whatever he wanted to. And right at the end I tried to push him off me so he wouldn't do it inside me, but it was too late, and he finished you know where! He said he was sorry afterwards, as if that was going to do any good; I was nearly frantic! Then I went through hell for a week until my period came. And even though nothing terrible happened it seemed to spoil things between us, and we decided to break up; plus, it kind of took most of the magic out of having sex for the first time. And I swore to myself never again, and I got a box of these right away."

"But if you are thinking of starting to have sex with Jim on a regular basis, condoms aren't good enough; they can break, or slip off, and then, 'Bingo, big problem!' Tina's sister gave me the name of a lady doctor who will give you a prescription for the pill if you are over 18. I went to her and she's really nice. She suggested that I make any guy I decide to have sex with use a condom as well to be really certain that nothing happens. And it also protects you from STD's, not that you have to worry about that with Jim I suspect."

Sandy still had those condoms stashed away in a hidden compartment in her purse and had also gone to the nice lady doctor right away. Which wasn't a problem because all she needed was her government health card; easily liberated from her mother's clutches by using the excuse of requiring it for some of her university entrance forms. Best of all, the first batch of pills had come in the form of physician samples, so there wasn't any cost, although she had to wait for the right time to start them.

Even with the pills started, in the days leading up to the senior prom she had something else to worry about as she considered whether to have sex with Jim. Sandy wasn't exactly certain of the state of her physical virginity, because late one night in bed; totally sexually frustrated after breaking off an orgy of heavy kissing with Jim and sending him home, she had attempted to work an appropriately sized item into her vagina. Despite the discomfort it was causing, in her lustful state she kept pushing it in farther, while she rubbed her clitoris until she obtained the release of a powerful orgasm. The following morning, she was horrified to discover a small patch of blood on the back of her nightie. How would she explain to Jim that she wasn't a virgin?

"Sandra, are you mobile?" she heard her mother calling out, "It's been at least ten minutes since I wakened you. Or maybe you're thinking of entertaining him in your bedroom, dressed, or should I say undressed, the way you are; which would be totally in character for you!" she added with an edge to her voice.

Sandy felt herself flushing at this well-directed barb.

"The damn prom night thing, she's never going to let me hear the end of it, ever." she thought ruefully.

But her mother's remark drew the memory from her, both the good and the bad. She and Jim had had a wonderful evening, and whenever they danced closely she could feel his erection as they ground their hips together. She also felt an insistent tingly warmth that came from the soft secret place beneath her lacy panties, one that left her feeling both sexy and giddy. By the time they arrived at the after prom party even the most incidental touch of Jim's hand was affecting her like an electric shock. Jim must have sensed some of the same increased erotic tension between them, and at one point pulled her into an alcove for the most passionate kiss she had ever experienced. After several alcoholic drinks, and some further close dancing, Jim suggested they skip out of the party and get the limousine to take them back to Sandy's house. Although, thinking back on it now, this suggestion was about as transparent as glass, she had readily agreed. On the ride home they snuggled together and she held his hand in her lap, which only added to the heat building up in her womanhood. When they arrived, they had barely closed the front door before they were locked in a fiery embrace, and Jim's hands were traversing her breasts and pulling her hips into his. Finally, she broke off the kiss, panting, and led him wordlessly down to the recreation room in the basement, the scene of their previous two electric encounters. Jim stripped off his tuxedo jacket and removed his cummerbund, and then sat on the couch while trying to pull her down beside him. But Sandy slipped from his grasp, turning off the one lamp, and then with a boldness she would have never have thought possible before this night, and even now made her blush a little, unzipped the back of the blue prom dress, and then pushed the spaghetti straps from her shoulders, letting it fall in a billow of chiffon flounces and shimmery satin onto the floor around her feet. Kicking away her heels, she then settled onto Jim's lap and began kissing him with an urgency she had never felt before.

The kiss had barely started, and before he could even make the first serious advance, when she took his hand and pushed it down the front of her panties as she spread her legs to give him access to her pussy. He didn't, she recalled with an inward grimace, need much more encouragement after that, quickly using his other hand to begin stripping the tiny panties by the waistband down her hips while he plunged his fingers between the plump folds of her swollen inner lips. Breaking off their kiss, she helped him rid her of the panties, and took off her bra. Then she began to undo the belt of his trousers. Understanding what she wanted, he undid the button at the waist and unzipped the fly, finally pushing them down to the floor where he was able to free one leg from them. Without hesitation she reached inside his briefs and freed his penis from its prison, marvelling at its size and hardness as she held it.

Sandy often wondered in retrospect whether she would have been able to keep enough of her senses about her to even make Jim use one of the condoms, given her supercharged sexual state at that moment; what with the waves of pleasure Jim's eager roaming fingers were creating as they explored every aspect of her virgin pussy and searched out the entrance to her very wet vagina. Even as she nuzzled her face into his chest and pushed his underwear down further so she could stroke his full erection, making him groan, she had felt the muscles in her upper thighs go slack. He must have noticed this too, because he pushed her legs much further apart, giving him even more freedom to molest her intimate region.


The Yellow Sundress Ch. 02



 [Note to readers: In order to avoid unnecessary repetition, all characters in this story who are involved in experiences of a sexual nature are at least 18 years old - PS]

*

Sandy woke up to find a late summer morning sun pouring through her bedroom window. She glanced at the clock; almost 10, she could have another 15 minutes or so!

As she lay there, she felt so contented; in fact, she thought to herself with amusement, if she was a cat she would be purring! This analogy was quite appropriate, she decided with a smile, because it was her pussy, and the things Eric had been doing to and with it lately, and especially last night, that was the source of much of her feelings of bliss!

They had made love three times in the last week in Eric's bedroom, his house conveniently vacant of parents due to a business trip that Eric's mother was on, taking his father with her, so the two of them could tag a mini-holiday on to the end of it. Just prior to the trip, Eric had explained to his parents that his relationship with Sandy included sex, and that at 19 and 20, they could make appropriate decisions in this regards. Surprisingly, once Eric reassured his father that Sandy was on the pill, he seemed to accept the situation without further objection. His mother was another matter, worrying out loud that their neighbours would surely notice that Eric and Sandy were there alone, and able to turn the beautiful and elegantly decorated bungalow into a "passion pit". But Eric's father came to his defence, telling her that everyone, neighbours included, would just have to accept that Eric was growing up! And besides he added, Sandy was a lovely girl, and very intelligent, and Eric was lucky to have her as his girlfriend, and so on! This somewhat mollified his mother, although not completely. Later on Eric amused Sandy, as he recounted the story, by telling her that he suspected his mother was upset that her sweet, innocent baby was now "in the clutches of a shameless hussy".

As she climbed out of bed, Sandy looked with approval at the yellow sundress. She was going to put it on for only the second time this day, and was looking forward to see if produced the same effect as on its first wearing. The dress was a soft lemon yellow colour, with a floral pattern woven into the light material. A pair of slightly scalloped shoulder straps formed a "V" at the front that became the bodice. Traversing her shoulders, the straps plunged in an even deeper "V", making the dress backless, and more interestingly, requiring that the dress be worn braless. The material that bunched to form the waist ran in the opposite direction to the top. The skirt flared downwards with some soft folds that ended above the knee, and swung in a feminine and hypnotic way when Sandy moved.

Further examining the sundress from her bed with a smile, Sandy knew the colour perfectly suited her clear complexion with the very tiniest bit of olive in it, as well as her dark eyes and raven, shoulder length hair that she curled ever so slightly inwards at the ends. Best of all, she decided, it drew attention to her breasts, which were only nicely average. But when they were presented underneath the yellow fabric of the sundress, hinting at their naked condition, they caught male attention as if she was a showgirl!

Sandy opened her bedroom door, and, having observed that the bathroom was unoccupied, gathered up her makeup and hairbrush so she could take a shower and get ready for the day ahead. As she washed her body with a bar of soap, she paid particular attention to her femininity, even though touching herself there produced the familiar tingle of the beginning stages of arousal. These sensations reminded her of Eric, and last night, and the wild abandon of their coupling. Eric was a very good lover, Sandy had decided, even though she had nothing to really compare to, except the few sessions of inexpert groping that she and Jim, her first real boyfriend, had engaged in. Eric had confessed to her that once, nearly a year before he met Sandy, a very much older girl at a summer camp had decided to teach him how to touch a girl. Clearly, he had learned this lesson very well! He always started slowly, gently caressing her breasts until her nipples hardened, then he would lightly stroke her just at the top of the furrow where her sex began, until he sensed from her reactions that she was aroused enough for bolder contact. Gradually moving downwards, he would begin to play in the crevices enfolding her showy plump inner lips, occasionally allowed his fingers to dip slightly between their lushness; until she started to move her hips, in an attempt to force his wandering hands to reach their ultimate goal more quickly. Only then, in response to her panting demands, voiced as tiny strangled cries, would he finally allow himself to part the delicate folds, in order to reach the inner recesses of her sexuality, massaging her burning clitoris and exploring her soaking wet vagina; until she was so ready for actual sex that she was begging him to possess her.

But this last evening, having aroused her to this point, he had changed their lovemaking, and rather than proceeding to intercourse, he had moved his head down her nude body, gently kissing her breasts, nipples, stomach and thighs, before letting his lips land on her waiting pussy, displayed seductively for him between her widespread legs. She had blushed almost to her toes, as she reacted to this very close inspection of her female secrets; but once he began to use his tongue to molest her engorged clitoris, any embarrassment was lost in the maelstrom of delicious raging sensations he was creating inside her. As she stood there under the streaming water, she flushed, as she recalled how she had taken her hands and wantonly spread her pussy for him, so that the tormenting tongue could work its magic more easily, until she achieved the most intense orgasm of her entire life. When it was over, he positioned his body and entered her defenceless passage, almost roughly, with an erection that felt impossibly huge, pushing her legs upwards with his hands so he could go as deep as possible. As he ravaged her repeatedly, she began to respond to his rhythm by wrapping her legs around his hips, and moving her pelvis in time with his thrusts. When he finally climaxed, her own body responded with another intense orgasm, her vagina squeezing his essence from him with a series of rapid muscular contractions. As they lay together, spent, she became aware of the sheen of sweat that covered her body, even as she held him tightly in the warm afterglow of lovemaking.

This memory, and the feelings generated by her own exploring fingers, raised a yearning within Sandy that had to be satisfied. Almost overcome with a wave of lust, she took the handheld shower head, and directed the pulsing water to her quivering clitoris, which she exposed by parting her pussy lips with her other hand. It was only a matter of moments before she achieved the necessary release, slumping to the floor of the shower to recover. Temporarily sated, she washed her hair, and after rinsing it, turned off the shower. As she dried herself with a towel, she felt another tingle as the rough cloth touched her intimate parts. Another sensation of desire coursed through her, which she determinedly ignored, even as she reflected ruefully that her need for sex was totally out of control! The more she and Eric made love, the more she wanted to, and the better it got!

"I'm just as bad; or even worse, than that Susan", Sandy thought to herself with a grimace. Susan was a girl Sandy and her friends considered to be somewhat of a slut. She dressed very provocatively, with low cut and clingy tops, and often with skirts so short that it was impossible not to see her underwear underneath them when she was sitting in a classroom, or at a table in the cafeteria. And, even worse, she didn't seem to care, or maybe even enjoyed, how much of a show she was putting on. Plus, she made no attempt to disguise her interest in boys, whatever their shape, or size, or dating status!

One day she had incurred the wrath of Sherie, Sandy's best friend, by making eyes in a very obvious way at Sherie's then boyfriend during lunch break.

"Why didn't she just pull her panties down and open her legs for him!" Sherie said furiously, as they walked back to their lockers, her brilliant green eyes flashing with anger, "Because that's probably the only thing she's any good at!"

Sandy had to try very hard not to laugh as she listened to this jealous outburst. Sherie had gone out on many, many dates, but only two boys had kept her attention for any length of time. With her unbelievably glorious long flowing red hair, and almost perfect features, Sherie was a constant object of male attention, making most of the other girls very envious of her. But most prospective relationships were quickly terminated after a date or two. Sherie, Sandy knew, had little patience for boys who only wanted to parade her around like some sort of trophy, or those whose principal interest in her related to what was beneath her clothing.

Sherie and Sandy were very close, and had shared many feminine secrets over the last several years as they grew towards womanhood. Perhaps their friendship worked because Sandy wasn't uncomfortable with all of the male admiration directed towards Sherie. Sandy had for a long time been unable to believe that boys would be attracted to her, despite Sherie's constant reassurances that she was very beautiful. But after a few false starts with other boys, she had dated Jim seriously, and after that she met Eric, and very quickly surrendered her virginity to him one memorable evening.

That next morning she and Sherie had talked on the telephone.

"So?" Sherie asked mischievously, "Did anything happen?"

"We made love," Sandy whispered, "and it was wonderful!"

"Didn't it hurt you, even a little? My first time did."

"Yes, but he took a long time getting me ready; and I really, really wanted him, like nothing else ever in my life. And once we started ... you know ... I kinda forgot about the pain after a bit, and then ... at the end ... I ... well ... anyway it was pretty special."

"You mean you had an orgasm!" Sherie whispered back in an astonished tone.

"Yes."

"Wow ... that almost never happens to a girl the first time. He must be a magician; or maybe he's been with some girls before."

"No he hasn't!" Sandy had replied a little hotly at this suggestion, "I thought so too, so I asked him afterwards how he knew what to do. He told me an older girl once showed him how to touch her pussy in just the right way. And when he did things exactly the way she said to, and for how long, he couldn't believe how excited she got, even though they never ended up having sex. And I guess he did those same things to me, because after a while I just started to melt, and I completely lost control, I wanted him so much!"

"Lucky girl! Does he know you're on the pill?"

"No, he used a condom. It just didn't seem right to tell him about that yet; the Jim thing is kinda messy. So I'm going to wait a while and then tell him I've started, and that he doesn't need to use anything anymore."

"How about you and Christopher?" Sandy asked with a small giggle, "Did he manage to figure out that it would be OK to do something more than kissing with you?"

"You mean after I wrapped myself up in a Christmas bow and put an 'Open me first' card next to my pussy!" Sherie said with a rueful laugh.

"You were pretty obvious in the pool Sherie." Sandy said with a giggle.

The two girls had gone swimming in Eric's pool with just their panties on, and Sherie, frustrated by the slow progress up to then of her physical relationship with Christopher, had allowed her nearly nude body to come in contact with him numerous times in an attempt to 'jump start' things."

"Yeah, we ended up having sex, but it wasn't very good. He didn't know what to do, he barely knew how to find anything, and then he was just in a big rush. If they ever turn last night into a movie you can forget about 'Sleepless in Seattle', how about 'Hopeless in Havana' or 'Clueless in Cleveland'! Maybe you could help me look up Eric's tutor, because if she's available, Christopher needs a lesson. Or maybe Eric could explain a few things to him?"

"I don't think that would work very well, because I think this is like becoming a doctor, you need a real live patient to practice on."

"I'd be more than happy to play 'doctor' with him," Sherie said with a small sigh, "if he would try not to be in such a hurry!"

"You'll just have to talk to him, and then show him what you like," Sandy offered, "I don't think there's any other way."

"He's going to be so embarrassed," Sherie said glumly.

"So what; he probably isn't too thrilled about the way things turned out last night either. Surely he noticed you didn't exactly respond like a girl in a porno flick!"

"You've got that right; it was over so fast I almost missed it!"

"Well if you want things to improve, then you better figure out how to give him an anatomy lesson, whether he wants it or not."

"You're probably right." Sherie said with another sigh, "Funny, Sandy, isn't it. You always came to me for advice about boys and sex, and now I'm going to you."

"As the song says: 'That's what friends are for!' Talk to him, and show him, Sherie, no matter how embarrassing it is. He's really smart, and he's in love with you, he'll want to make you happy."

They hadn't spoken about this again until about a week ago, when Sherie suddenly volunteered:

"I took your advice about Christopher a while back, and things are getting a lot better."

"What advice?"

"The anatomy lesson."

"Oh ... that!"

"Just like I was afraid of, it was pretty bad at first," Sherie said, while rolling her eyes, "I took him up to my bedroom, and I took off my shorts, and pulled my panties down to my ankles and sat on the edge of the bed with my legs apart. He just stood there, looking a little stunned, and worried, because my parents were home. So I explained to him that we weren't there to have sex, but that I wanted him to learn some things about me that he needed to know when we did make love. Then he got really embarrassed, I've never seen anyone quite that red, and he tried to turn away. Anyway, after that first disaster, I wasn't in the mood for any objections, and I think he realized I was pretty serious, so he asked me what I wanted him to do. First I made him kneel down in front of me, and then I took his hand and showed him which parts of my pussy that I like touched, inside and out, and exactly how to do it. Then I gave him his list!"

"You wrote him a list! No way! You actually wrote out a list!"

"You betcha I did! And I told him that the next time we were together by ourselves, he not only had better have memorized the list, but be able go through the steps one by one, cause if he missed one, or went too fast ... no more sex for that night!"

"Goodness!"

"Then I spread my pussy with my hands so he could see everything and said to him, 'For a girl, during sex, what's the most important thing inside here?'"

"He was really nervous; and probably pretty upset by this point, but he finally said: 'Her clit'"

"So I said, 'That's right, her clitoris. Now kiss it!'"

"Omigod, Sherie, you didn't really say that, did you?"

"Oh yes I did! And I don't think he quite believed me at first, so I said:"

"'Go on, right now!'"

"So he leaned forward and gave it a little kiss, like he was almost afraid of it. And I said to him:"

"That was pretty pathetic! You're going to have to do a better job next time, 'cause it's on the list!"

"Oh, Sherie!"

"So about a week later when we were alone at his place, after we had been kissing for a while, I asked him: 'Did you memorize the list?' and he just nodded, so I took him into his bedroom, stripped the covers off his bed, and took off all my clothes, and laid down and said: 'You can start now!'"

"And?"

"Turns out he is a very fast learner," Sherie said with a giggle, "Lately there have been some pretty good fireworks of the female variety!"

Sandy smiled to herself as she recalled this conversation; she was happy that her suggestions had helped Sherie. And anyway, she thought to herself as she wrinkled her nose, if you need advice about your love life, who better to go to than someone who's so hot for sex that she might as well be the town tramp!

This discussion was followed up a few days later with some further candid conversations between them, as Sherie's older brother and his girlfriend Linda were grilling some hamburgers for a quick dinner, which Sandy had been invited to join after work. Since it was still fairly hot, she wore a pair of denim short shorts and a blouse tied up under her midriff. She didn't bother with a bra, because she knew that Sherie's parents weren't home. The two of them laughed out loud when she arrived because Sherie sported an almost identical outfit, except for the blouse colour, right down to the missing bra!

"Maybe were actually sisters, and just don't know it?" Sandy offered conspiratorially.

Sandy heard Sherie's brother announcing that dinner would be ready in about a half hour, so the two of them went down to the basement where it was cooler, and began to pour themselves some glasses of the cheap wine Sherie kept secreted for such occasions. 

It wasn't long before the subject of their boyfriends, and then sex, came up.

"Maybe you should get your own citation in 'Understanding Human Sexuality' or perhaps the 'Guinness Book of World Records'," Sherie teased, as she sipped on her third glass of wine, "The only virgin ever to achieve an orgasm during her first experience with intercourse.

"Don't be silly," Sandy protested, "I'm sure there are lots of girls who had it happen as well."

"Why don't you go out there and interview the first hundred women you meet. I bet you won't find even one!"

"Oh sure," Sandy said with a giggle, "I'm just going to walk up to random females in the street and ask them that!"

"Why don't you ask Linda? She might tell you!"

"Sherie!"

"OK, OK ... but I know from reading that there are lots of women who never, ever even have one; much less most of the time. Does it work every time?"

"Usually one, or sometimes two, depending," Sandy replied cautiously, a little embarrassed even though it was just Sherie she was talking to, "Once nothing happened at all."

"You have a really terrible sex life," Sherie said sarcastically, rolling her eyes, "It's almost tragic! Have you thought of going to a therapist? ... "Anyway, when you didn't have a climax, what did Eric say; or did he?"

"I wasn't much in the mood that night, but I could tell he really wanted to, so I just let him go ahead."

"Twenty year old boys always 'really want to'," Sherie said with a grin.

"I think he was worried that he did something wrong," Sandy said, ignoring this remark, "So I had to tell him it was OK. Fortunately, the next time we were on a date I was pretty hot for him, and he barely got started before ... well ... you know."

"Sandy," Sherie said, sounding a little annoyed, "You can say things here; it's just me. Now repeat after me: Orgasm; climax; penis; erection; vagina; labia, clitoris!"

"OK, OK, Sherie, I get it! It's just that ..."

"Just what?"

"Well saying things like that out loud kinda bothers me; even when it's just us. I don't know why."

"Because your mother tried to turn you into a little prude, just like my mother did. You know what I mean: 'Don't talk about that; don't touch yourself there!' But I didn't listen to her, and I read lots of books, and I ... Omigod ... touched myself there ... plenty! And I bet you did too, which is probably why things with Eric are so good now!"




The Yellow Sundress Ch. 02



"Yes," Sandy said sheepishly, "since you want me to be more honest about sex, I did that a lot too, especially after Jim got me worked up, otherwise some nights I would have never gotten to sleep."

"Oh dear," Sherie said, putting her hand to her forehead, and pretending to be shocked, "our supposedly sweet little girls have been doing lots of naughty things. Why didn't they listen to their mothers?"

"That way," she continued in a bitter tone, "according to what I've read, they would be sure that they would take a long time to have their bodies learn how to respond during sex with a boy, or even better yet, maybe never would, and could spend the rest of their lives like a couple of dried up old maids!"

"I don't think my mother wanted that," Sandy said, trying to calm Sherie down, "but maybe she was afraid that the more I 'practiced', the more I'd want the real thing!"

"Well, when I have a daughter," Sherie said angrily, "things are going to be different!"

"What are you going to say to her?" Sandy said with a giggle, finishing her third glass of wine.

"Certainly not what my mother said to me!"

"How about," Sandy suggested in a sweet false voice, trying not to burst out laughing, "Daughter dear, I think it's time you started masturbating frequently; so in the next year or two, after I start you on the pill, and you begin screwing everything in pants, you'll experience oodles of orgasms! ... You do know what to do, dear, don't you, or do I need to get you a book? ... Would you like to borrow my vibrator, or shall I buy you your own?"

"Well maybe not quite like that!" Sherie said, dissolving into laughter, her anger forgotten, "but it's not a bad start!"

Just then they heard Sherie's brother calling down to them that dinner was ready. So they both scampered upstairs to collect their food. As they went out to the back yard, Sandy could see that Sherie's brother was looking at both of them with some interest. Under his gaze, she was suddenly aware once again that she wasn't wearing a bra!

"Stop ogling those young ladies!" Linda said, making a feeble attempt to sound stern.

'Well I was just wondering?" he said, giving her a broad grin.

"Wondering what?" she snapped back at him, "Are they wearing bras; no, isn't it obvious!"

"Yes ... however, what I was wondering was," he said, giving all of them an inquiring look, and then adding with a smirk, clearly trying to stir things up, "since both of these lovelies are going to separated from their boyfriends next month, and ... well ... let's put it this way; if either or both of them were going to require some ... shall we say ... 'assistance' when they get desperate for male company ... I'd be happy to help; no charge of course!"

"In case you've forgotten," Linda said archly, completely taking the bait, and swatting him on the arm, "one of these 'lovelies' is your sister, you filthy pervert! No charge indeed; they have laws in this country you know!"

"You know Sherie," she added, rolling her eyes theatrically, "I had no idea how depraved a person could be until I met your brother!"

"OK, have it Linda's way," he said, trying to sound nonchalant, "But when you're lying there in your dorm room, hard up for a man, and all hot and bothered ..."

"I'm sure you'll be the first one they'll call," Linda interjected sarcastically, "Why don't you serve us those hamburgers, my darling, and stop talking before you say something even more stupid! Are you two eating with us?"

"I think we're going back downstairs," Sandy offered apologetically, "You know, girl talk."

"Well I can't blame you for that," Linda said severely, "No one in her right mind would want to have dinner with this piece of work. But don't go too far away, because if I'm left here all alone with him, I might get raped right here in broad daylight!"

"I just love the coy way she has of telling me what she wants," Sherie's brother said with a snicker, "if you hear any screams, just ignore them."

By this point Sherie and Sandy, when they weren't laughing, had finished putting condiments on their burgers, so they each took a handful of potato chips for their plates, and headed back inside. As they disappeared through the door, they both saw him come up behind Linda, as she was fixing her meal, and put his arms around her so he could squeeze her breasts.

"She wasn't kidding about that rape," Sandy giggled.

"They're pretty much totally in love," Sherie said, "and he's got a job already for after he gets his Master's next spring, same outfit he's working for this summer; except that it's in Chicago, so I wouldn't be surprised if there's something sparkly in her stalking this Christmas."

"Maybe you'll get to be a bridesmaid?" Sandy said with a touch of envy.

"Hope so."

They retreated to the basement, and poured some more wine to have while they ate.

"Sherie," Sandy asked, taking a break from eating her delicious burger, "Did it feel different when you had sex with Adam versus Christopher?"

Adam was Sherie's second serious boyfriend, and they had ended up "going all the way" one night, although, as Sandy knew, it led to an immediate breakup.

"It's kinda hard to tell," Sherie answered, "because of being a virgin and all, and the way it happened."

"How so?"

"Well leading up to it, a couple of other nights I let him put his hands inside my panties under my skirt, but every time he tried to take them off, I stopped him. But that night, even from the moment we first left my house, I was already pretty aroused, who knows why; and thinking about him and sex and everything. Anyway, later on in the basement, he started to undress me; and I didn't put up much of a fight, believe me! When I had nothing left on except my pants, he put his hand inside them so he could play with my pussy while he was kissing my breasts, and I just about went wild, everything was so soft and warm and ready. Finally he took them off, and I didn't lift a finger to stop him, and the next thing I knew he was pushing it inside me. When it started to hurt I sorta came to my senses, but there wasn't any stopping him, he was so desperate to have me. I never even had a chance to relax a little, after he broke through my virginity, and it started to hurt less; because he was already going back and forth, and then he got all tense, and I realized what was going to happen, and I tried to push him off. But it wasn't any use, he was far gone; and way too strong for me, and that was that, no condom or anything! What a mess!"

"So I don't know how to compare, because of the way it hurt; and then I was so frightened about getting pregnant that feeling what actual sex was like was the farthest thing from my mind!"

"You mean you didn't take notes?"

"Ha, ha; you're a riot missy!"

"I know from that day at the pool that Christopher isn't circumcised, and Eric is; I wonder if that makes a difference in how it feels."

"Maybe," Sherie said slyly, now slurring the odd word because of the alcohol, "we could find a way to switch once, just to see? I don't know about Eric, but I'm sure Christopher wouldn't mind a bit. All you'd have to do is wear that yellow sundress, and you could lead him around like a puppy!"

"Sit up Christopher," Sherie sing songed, holding her hand in the air as if to train an invisible dog, "lie down Christopher; roll over Christopher; fuck my hot little pussy Christopher! ... ... Good boy!"

"Sherie; really! No more wine for you, you're cut off."

After a few more peals of laughter over things that probably weren't even funny, they finished their meals, and then Sherie took their plates up to the kitchen. Sandy followed her, as they had decided to walk over to the park, to see who might be there.

Sandy broke out of this reminiscence, as she finally remembered that she needed to be ready soon. So she wrapped herself in the bath towel and returned to her bedroom to get dressed. As she looked at the yellow sundress, she toyed momentarily with the idea of not wearing anything under it, as had occurred after they finished swimming in their underwear that afternoon. Later on, when they kissed in the kitchen, her female instincts had told her with no uncertainty that Eric was very turned on by this situation!

"Better not," she decided, because as much fun as it might be to see how long it would take for Eric to figure out that she was completely naked under the dress, the wet spot that might end up on the back of it from sitting could be pretty embarrassing in front of the others at the party. However, since Eric would, no doubt, be conducting an exploration underneath her skirt at some point, she put on the sexiest pair of panties she owned, white, tiny, transparent, and trimmed with lace.

"Speaking of things white and tiny," she grinned to herself as she packed an overnight bag, "Let's see how these guys react when they see me and Sherie in these bikinis!"

The two of them had gone shopping together, finally selecting two identical suits, with tops that consisted of two very flimsy triangles of cloth, held in place by spaghetti straps that tied around the neck and back. The bottoms were there, although barely; slightly exposing a little of the crack in her hips at the back and reaching just barely high enough to cover her pubic hair. Sandy had done a little extra shaving around the edges of her pussy to make sure that none of it would show. The bottoms were also secured with spaghetti straps that tied in little bows, however, the material at the back and front didn't at all reach together at the sides, leaving quite a bit of nude exposure. The whole swimsuit looked like it might at any moment, either show something strategic, or just fall off altogether, which was probably what the designer intended.

"These should provoke a few male fantasies," Sherie said to Sandy with a wicked grin, "I sure hope for their sakes that the guys are wearing nice loose swim trunks next Saturday!"

As she finished her packing, selecting an outfit for Sunday, her pulse was racing with anticipation. She was going to stay overnight at Eric's, as she had finally had "the conversation" with her mother yesterday, and confessed that she and Eric were sleeping together when they could, and that she was taking birth control pills, and that Eric's parents also knew that this was the case. She had expected a major argument or outburst from her mother, but to her surprise, got neither!

"I suspected as much," her mother had said quietly, "because you just had a different look about you after you started going with Eric. It wasn't very difficult to see that the two of you had fallen in love. I kept wanting to ask you about it; and to make sure there wouldn't be any accidents, but I didn't want to interfere and start another huge fight, like what happened that time when I caught you and Jim."

Her mother had walked in on a completely naked Sandy, and a half naked Jim starting to make out on the recreation room sofa after the senior prom. The "discussion" the next morning ended up making thermonuclear war look fairly non-violent by comparison!

"I'm glad you've told me, even though a part of me doesn't want to accept that you are almost grown up! If you want to stay at Eric's after the party then you can, because you won't be able to see much of him with both of you out of town at different universities. Maybe that's a good thing as far as study time is concerned. Anyway Sandra, if this is the real thing, it will stand up to a separation."

Sandy came down the stairs with her overnight bag and purse and went into the living room to wait.

"Just make and excuse to Eric when he comes," her mother had asked, "I know that it's not polite, but I'm just not ready to have a normal conversation with him quite yet, knowing what I know now. It's a parent thing, Sandra; you'll understand when you have your own children."

She heard a car turning into the driveway, and jumped up to answer the door.

Eric came inside and Sandy gave him a hug that included a brief kiss on the lips.

As he picked up her overnight bag, he asked, "Shouldn't we say goodbye to your mother?"

"She's out shopping with Nancy."

Nancy was Sandy's younger sister.

"So we're all alone, and you're wearing that sundress I love so much ... maybe we should go upstairs; and then you could let me see whether it comes off easily!" he said with a grin.

"Behave yourself! We have things to do before the party. Men ... do they ever stop thinking about sex?"

"Never," Eric said cheerfully, "and if they have a girlfriend who looks like you do in that dress, it's the only thing they think about!"

As they walked to the car, Sandy felt quite the hypocrite, given that sex was also about the only thing she herself had been thinking about since she woke up that morning.

They drove off, making various stops for groceries, liquor and beer for the pool party they were hosting at Eric's house. The other invited couples, Sherie and Christopher, as well as Laura and Dave, were also going to stay over that night, so the drinking and driving problem wasn't a concern.

When they arrived at Eric's house, he put her bag into his room, and they unloaded the supplies for lunch and dinner. Eric put the beer in the freezer to chill it quicker, while Sandy prepared some vodka and lemonade in a large pitcher, a favourite drink of she and Sherie. Eric uncovered and wheeled out the barbecue on the spacious wooden deck that overlooked a gracefully curving pool, totally surrounded by a privacy fence of matching cedar planks. The fence was camouflaged by an army of tall cedars, marching in rows inside its perimeter. The backyard, Sandy knew from experience, was completely private from the prying eyes of any neighbours.

It wasn't very long before they heard the doorbell, and Sandy went to answer it, ushering Christopher and Sherie into the house and directing them to put their things in the bedroom Eric has assigned to them. Just as they were getting settled, another ring announced that Laura and Dave had arrived, and she scrambled to the front door to greet them. Now this was a much more interesting set of guests for a number of reasons, as neither Sandy nor Sherie were exactly sure of their status as a couple, or whether they were even sleeping together!

Dave was a friend of both Christopher and Eric, and had met Laura through the other two couples. He was not tall, but very handsome, with dark hair and the sort of eyes that could look right into a girl's innermost soul. Laura was a tiny natural blonde, maybe five feet on a very good day, but with a figure that was much better developed than either of the other two girls. Today she had tied her long hair into a curving pony tail, and was wearing a short flaring navy mini skirt and a semi-transparent pink blouse that allowed anyone caring to look, to see a lacy bra that restrained, given her petite size, some considerable assets.

After some hugs and greetings, Sandy nervously directed them to the other bedroom; unsure as to whether this was what was expected. But, hearing no objections, she showed them how to navigate from there to the deck, where Eric was busy with the barbecue, preparing a "gourmet" lunch of hotdogs, potato chips and fruit.

As Eric worked away at the grill, Christopher, who as Eric's best friend knew the house intimately, took charge of the drinks service, and soon everyone had either a beer or the high octane lemonade that Sandy had made. It wasn't very long until there was much more laughter and flushed faces as they sat around the patio table, causing Eric to scold them, as he served the food, to make sure they ate something before they drank anything more.

When lunch was over, Sandy, feeling very much the lady of the house, notwithstanding the two drinks she had consumed, directed the clearing of the table by she and Sherie. As the two of them giggled their way through this task, she reminded herself to slow down a little on the "lemonade"; Eric might not want to make love to a drunken slut, sundress or not!

As it was universally decided to give a little time before a swim, a game was suggested, and the Trivial Pursuit box was produced, a favourite that had produced several epic battles of "boys against girls" in the past. This game was more riotous than usual, as Laura innocently provided several answers that were so suggestive that the others were in hysterics at the implied innuendos.

Finally, it was time to swim, the cool clear bluish tinged water was so inviting as a way to cool off the sun-drenched and alcohol induced temperatures around the table.

"C'mon girls", Sherie commanded, "we'll change in my room; no boys allowed!"

"Can't I watch?" Christopher complained with a large grin.

"Not a chance," Sherie answered with a laugh, "you spend way to much time fantasizing about Sandy as it is!"

Sandy took note of this remark; if what Sherie had said a number of times was true, Christopher clearly thought she was pretty hot stuff! But she was still puzzled; how a guy who was with Sherie could be even thinking about another girl, sundress or not, was a complete mystery to her.

The girls retreated to a bedroom after Laura and Sandy retrieved their swimsuits; and a few other things for afterwards. Since Sandy had so little to take off, she was the first one changed.

"Wow!" Laura said with wide eyes, as she wrestled with the catch at the back of her bra, while looking at Sandy's bikini, "If there was any less of that thing, there wouldn't be any point in even wearing one! You're going to let the guys see you in that?" 

"Why not?" Sherie added with a giggle, as she twirled around for Laura in her own bikini, "Christopher and Eric have seen us swimming with just our panties on, so it's a little late for false modesty. I'm sure Dave won't mind taking a look at us though, will he?"

"Hopefully his eyeballs won't fall out when he sees you two," Laura replied with a sarcastic little laugh, "I feel a little overdressed!"

Laura was sporting a hot pink two piece swim suit with a much more conservatively cut bottom and a top that clearly had some engineering in support of her ample chest.

"If I tried to wear a swimsuit like yours, Sherie," she giggled, "I'd end up falling out all over the place!"

"And wouldn't the guys love that!" Sherie said laughing, "Maybe you could have an accident with your bikini in the pool this afternoon, and give them a treat, because Sandy and I just don't ... how shall I put it politely ... quite stack up to you. When it comes to breasts, Eric and Christopher are both hardship cases!"

"If I have too many more drinks," Laura replied ruefully, "there's no telling what I might be talked into!"

The three girls left the bedroom and paraded out to the deck, where the boys were waiting. They were greeted by a stunned Christopher and Dave, who had apparently become speechless at the sight of the microscopic bikinis. Eric, showing some presence of mind, was able to offer a comment.

"Girls, I think I may have just died and gone directly to heaven."

"You like?" Sherie said with a mischievous grin, doing another twirl, this time for Eric's benefit.

"Oh yeah, I like!" Eric said with a grin, "What happens if you give that little bow right there a tug?" Eric added, pointing at the side of Sherie's bikini bottom.

"Maybe I'll let you find out this afternoon," Sherie answered flirtatiously, "but of course you'll have to get permission from your mother!"

"If my mother saw me looking at you girls in those bikini's," Eric offered wryly, "she'd ground me for the rest of my life. But who cares, it's worth it."

"Oh dear, Rhett," Sherie said mischievously, pulling one of the little bows apart and feigning a southern accent, "I'm afraid my swimming costume is coming quite undone. What shall I do?"




The Yellow Sundress Ch. 02



The panels of material that formed the front and back of the bikini fell aside, letting the entire audience get a quick glimpse of some reddish pubic hair before Sherie pulled them back into position, and re-tied the bow.

"Oh my, my," she simpered in her mock accent, "I'm afraid you've seen some of my maidenly parts, I hope you don't mind?"

"Oh I don't mind at all," Eric said with a laugh, while rolling his eyes at Sandy, "However, I think that I better dive into this pool right now, or things are going to get pretty embarrassing!"

Sandy and Christopher exchanged knowing glances. They both knew that when Sherie wanted to stir things up, plenty could happen!

Eric dove into the water, quickly followed by the rest of the group. There was some general fun in the pool, although Sandy sensed that Dave and Laura were more than a little surprised at Sherie's very bold behaviour.

After a while Sherie and Sandy insisted that the boys toss them from an upright position using their outstretched crossed hands to lift them by the feet, before thrusting them up through the air into the deeper water. Laura decided to give it a try, and her squeals of delight, as she emerged from the watery depths, suggested to Sandy that she enjoyed it as much as she and Sherie did.

As Sandy and Laura waited for Sherie to take a turn, Laura whispered to her with eyes the size of saucers.

"You let the boys lift you up in the air like that with your legs apart and just a pair of wet panties on?"

"Yes."

"But they must have been able to see almost everything!"

"Pretty much," Sandy answered, trying to sound matter-of-fact, "at least that's what Eric told me afterward."

"I don't know whether I have enough nerve to do something like that," Laura said timidly, "but I bet the guys loved it!"

"No doubt," Sandy said with a smile, "but you know, it's funny, I wasn't really nearly as shy as I would have thought. In fact, I didn't mind at all that they could see quite a bit, because I was having so much fun. It all just seemed very natural."

As everyone was rather waterlogged by this point, the pool was vacated for some sunbathing on the deck. Christopher did another round of bartending and Eric produced some bowls of potato chips for the famished swimmers. As Sandy lay there, enjoying the warmth of the afternoon sun, she knew she was a tiny bit drunk, but she felt so nice, she really didn't care. Plus, she observed, the rest of the group weren't feeling any pain either!

After quite a while Eric suggested another swim, claiming that he needed to burn off a few of the beers he had consumed. His slightly lopsided smile indicated that a dose of "pool rehab" wouldn't be out of place, Sandy thought to herself with an inward grin.

"How about a pool game," Sherie suggested, much more loudly than was necessary.

"What sort of game?" Dave asked.

"Have you ever played 'Marco Polo'?" Sherie asked.

"How does it work?" Laura asked.

"It's like water tag, but we need a blindfold," Sherie explained, "Now whoever is 'it' wears the blindfold and calls out 'Marco', and everyone else in the pool has to say 'Polo', so the 'it' person can locate them by sound. When he or she tags another player anywhere on their body, then they're 'it' for the next round."

"Sounds like fun?" Eric said, "I'm in. What do you play for?"

"Well," Sherie said suggestively, smirking at him, "would you like to play just for fun, or maybe for some real stakes?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well I know you're just dying to get me out of this bikini," she said, teasing him, and then adding sarcastically, "not ... of course that Christopher or Dave would even care less if I was stripped naked, because they're such gentlemen!"

"Right!" Eric said with some irony.

Clearly, Sandy observed, Sherie had everyone's attention, "Oh, oh, her comes something!" she thought.

"So if you get tagged, you have to take off your swimsuit, and be 'it' naked. And, you can't put it back on after you've tagged someone else."

"That's not fair!" Laura challenged, sounding a little worried, even though she wasn't exactly sober, "The boys are better swimmers, and we girls will end up with nothing on almost right away."

"OK, Laura," Sherie said cheerfully, "We'll make it more even. If you are 'it' you have to take off one piece of your swimming suit, so the guys will be buck naked if they get tagged once, but it will take two times for a girl to get down to the altogether.

There was a pause as the others considered Sherie's daring proposal.

"If we do play," Christopher asked, breaking the silence, "how will the game end?"

"OK, how about this?" Sherie offered, "Once you are naked, if you get tagged 'it' another time, you have one more turn, and after you get someone else, you're out of the game, and you have to go sit on the side of the pool with your knees up and your legs apart, boy or girl, so everyone can see. When that happens you've been sent to the 'sideshow', and you have to stay there like that for one full turn to punish you for being such a pathetic 'Marco Polo' player. When the turn is over you get out of the pool and go sit over on the patio chairs, but you can't put your stuff back on until the game is done. When we're down to one person with something on, then we have a winner."

There were a few nervous glances back and forth. Sandy felt herself blushing a little as she considered what would happen if she didn't do very well in the proposed game; sitting on the edge of the pool with everything exposed in broad daylight! But, she decided, if the others would play, she would too; she wasn't going to be a 'chicken'!

"When I win, what do I get?" Eric asked with a silly grin.

"You mean besides getting to see my pussy?" Sherie challenged playfully, slapping him lightly on the shoulder.

"Yes, there should be a prize."

Sandy realized that Eric was a little more inebriated than she had thought. This didn't bode well for his chances in the upcoming game!

"OK ... winner gets to have all of the losers as his or her slaves for one hour tonight after dinner."

"What would you have to do?" Laura asked, again sounding a little worried.

"Probably something with someone who isn't your boyfriend or girlfriend. Depends what the winner decides."

"But nothing gross," Laura complained.

"OK, tell you what, if you are asked to do something too 'over the top', you can protest to everyone else. If the group thinks it's unfair, then you don't have to do it." Sherie said.

"I have a bad feeling about this," Laura said, now giggling, "Maybe I better have another drink!"

There were some further glances back and forth, but a number of smiles and excited faces indicated to Sandy that no one was backing out!

"OK, everyone," Sherie said in a commanding way, "if you want to use the washroom, or whatever, now's your chance, 'cause we're going to start in just a minute. Eric we need a blindfold."

"I'll get a dish towel from the kitchen, there are a couple of older ones that should work." he replied.

There was some commotion as various people, Sandy included, used the facilities. When she got back to the deck everyone was already standing in the shallow end.

"How do we start?" Dave asked, "Paper, hammer, scissors until someone is it?"

"I'll be 'it'," Sandy volunteered, inspiration striking her, "I was last one ready."

"You don't have to do that," Eric said.

"I don't mind," she answered him, trying not to smirk.

"OK, Sandy, thanks; I guess that solves that," Christopher said.

"Fine," Dave said, "Sandy's 'it'"

"Boy, are you people ever dense!" Sherie said, throwing her eyes skyward and putting her hands on her hips.

"How so?" Laura asked.

"OK, children; listen up! Miss Sandy here just pulled a fast one on you; because by being 'it', she won't run the risk of having to take anything off for the first round. Talk about clueless!"

"But ..." Eric said, with a look of chagrin.

"No 'buts'," Sandy said smirking, "You snooze; you lose!"

There was some general moaning from the others as they realized what had transpired, but by then Sherie was fastening the blindfold, and leading Sandy to stand in the deepest part of the shallow end, fairly close to the center of the pool, where the water was almost up to her shoulders.

"OK," Sherie said, "Here's how each round works, Sandy will call out 'one steamboat', 'two steamboat', 'three steamboat', but no too fast, and everyone can swim away anywhere they want. After that if she says 'Marco', you have to reply 'Polo', and you can't whisper, it has to be loud! If you don't reply, or get out of the pool, you lose; and you're not only 'it' but you have to take something off, or if you're already naked then you lose, and after you tag someone, you become the 'sideshow' for one turn. Got it?"

"What if you're under the water when she calls out?" Christopher asked.

"Then obviously you can't answer; but if you dive under just as she starts to call, to avoid answering, then you're 'it'. And remember, she can hear all of the splashing. I've seen some people try diving under all the time, and most of them got caught quickly when they surfaced.

"Ready?" Sherie asked.

Although she couldn't see a thing, she heard some sounds of assent from various points around her.

"Start Sandy," Sherie commanded.

She heard a lot of splashing and thrashing as people tried to get into spots where they couldn't be easily caught. When she finished her "steamboats", she called out "Marco", to a chorus of "Polo's" from everywhere. She dove this way and that, but was frustrated in her attempt to touch anyone, even though she knew from the currents of water buffeting her, that she had been close. Even as she called out, again and again, she could hear giggles and laughter between the responses. She swam carefully into the deep end, sensing that someone was near, when she called "Marco" the answering "Polo" was very close, and to the left. She gave a mighty lunge into the water, and felt a foot, although she wasn't sure whether it was male or female. When she surfaced she saw Dave, looking chagrined, treading water next to her, while the others were whooping with delight!

"I got him!" she announced.

"Oh, God!" he said, a little anxiously.

"Off with them," Laura demanded with some glee, "the other girls want to see your weenie!"

"Just remember I'm now 'it', babe," Dave said, glaring at her, but still smiling, "and I'm going to try my best to get you next!"

"Even if you do, I have to be touched twice before it gets serious," she laughed, sticking her tongue out at him.

"OK, you two," Sherie said with a laugh, "stop bickering. Dave, you know what comes next?"

Dave swam to the side of the pool, and, while hanging on to the coping with one hand, removed his swim trunks with the other, throwing them onto the deck.

"Can I have the blindfold please Sandy?" Sherie asked, "Dave, you have to come over here to start."

"Are you going to look?" he said, trying for bravado, but probably a bit nervous, Sandy decided to herself.

"Of course I'm going to look," Sherie said with some exasperation, "C'mon let's go!"

Dave swam over to where Sherie was and she put on the blindfold. In the shallower water, through the ripples, Sandy could make out his penis, and the dark mass of pubic hair surrounding it. He was also circumcised, she noticed, like Eric.

Sherie started the next round, and Sandy beat a retreat to the shallow end. It only took about three "Marco's" before she heard a squeal; Dave had indeed succeeded in tagging Laura!

"I warned you," Dave said to her with a big grin after he removed the blindfold.

"That's not fair!" Laura complained, "He was going after me deliberately."

"How would he be able to do that?" Sherie said, "He couldn't see a thing."

"Oh, stop whining, babe, and take your top off!" Dave said cheerfully, "I'm already completely naked, and you're only going to have to show your breasts."

The he added more graciously, "Do you need help?"

"From you; no way! ... Christopher," she said suggestively, swimming over that way and coming up very close to him, so she could put her arms around his neck, "Would you be a sweetheart and help me take this off please."

"I guess if you turn around," Christopher said awkwardly, looking a little abashed.

"Oh no," Laura said, giving Sandy, who was next to them, a little wink "I'm sure if you just reach around back there you'll be able to undo it easily."

Of course in order to that Christopher had to pull her quite close to him.

As he began to do so, Sherie protested, "Hey! That's not part of the game."

"It is now," Laura said, "you didn't make any rules about how you took your swimsuit off."

By this point, Christopher had the bikini top undone, and with Laura's urging, pulled it off her shoulders and threw it out of the pool. He had hardly finished before Laura took his hand and put it on one of her very full bare breasts.

"Pretty nice, don't you think?" she said to him with a slightly inebriated giggle, "This is what a real woman feels like. Sherie told me when we were changing she wanted you to find out!"

"I did not!" Sherie said hotly, "And you're 'it', so stop seducing my boyfriend and come over here for the next round."

Laura moved over to the starting spot, a little reluctantly Sandy thought; she was probably enjoying letting Christopher "feel her up".

It took quite a while for Laura to tag anyone, but as luck would have it, she eventually got Sandy.

As Sandy removed her bikini top, she wasn't particularly embarrassed, after all Eric and Christopher had seen her that way before; except that it wasn't so great having to show off her modest assets after the boys had been able to admire Laura's substantial breasts.

On her next turn as 'it', Sandy moved carefully through the water, calling out from time to time, until she became suspicious that there were a cluster of swimmers in the shallow end. She moved in that direction, and once her feet touched bottom, she picked up the sound of someone trying to swim silently past her. She immediately dove under the water with an outstretched hand, figuring that the fleeing person would dive to avoid her. Her tactic worked, except that she ended up touching something soft and hairy, and then she realized that she had touched one of the boys directly on his genitals! She was already blushing as she surfaced, to find that Dave had been the unlucky recipient of her action.

"Oh, sorry," she said to him, totally embarrassed.

"Where did she get you?" Laura asked.

"Guess?" Dave replied, not looking very happy that he was now the first loser of the game.

"Good work Sandy," Laura laughed excitedly, "he rather likes to have a girl touch him there!"

Dave took the blindfold from Sandy, and in the next round he managed to tag Sherie. Dave got up on the edge of the pool, as he prepared to become the "sideshow". As he sat there, blushing and fully exposed in the sunlight, Sandy noticed how small his penis seemed to be, resting against the pinkish wrinkled skin of his scrotum, like a Greek statue. Must be the cool water she thought to herself, because even when Eric was relaxed after lovemaking, his was bigger than that, although Dave seemed thicker around. Whoever had circumcised Dave had certainly made a complete job if it. Even in a flaccid state, the head of his penis was completely exposed, right down to the smooth round edges that marked the base of helmet shaped purplish grey tip.

"Wonder what it looks like erect," she thought to herself with some curiosity.

Sherie made short work of both her bikini top and her turn, nailing Laura almost immediately.

"Aren't you going to ask Christopher to help this time?" Sherie said to Laura in a challenging way.

"Of course," Laura said, pulling herself along the side of the pool until she was next to him.

"Why don't you dive under the water and strip them off?" Laura said to him, batting her eyelashes, and then giving him a little kiss, deliberately letting her breasts rub against his chest just under the water, "But don't look or anything, your girlfriend might not like it."

Christopher looked at Sherie uncertainly.

'Well go on, do what the lady wants," Sherie demanded coolly, clearly trying not to react to Laura's flirtations.

Christopher did a duck dive, and was under the water for some time, eventually emerging with the pink bottom of Laura's bikini.

"I hope you didn't touch anything naughty, young man!" Sherie scolded, waving a finger at him.

"Nope!" Christopher grinned.

"Christopher," Laura scolded, "you just wasted a perfect opportunity."

"Oh, it would be perfect, all right," Christopher replied with a wry smile, "until Dave started to take me apart piece by piece."

Dave just grinned back at Christopher from his patio chair, which he had pulled up close to the edge of the pool.

"You at least looked, didn't you?" Laura said, giving him a 'come hither' smile.

"Yes."

"See anything interesting?"

"Plenty!"

"OK, that's enough you two," Sherie commanded, "Laura let's go; you're 'it'"

Another lengthy turn ensued; finally Sandy felt a hand touch her arm under the water. When she surfaced, Laura was announcing her success.

"Aren't you going to get one of the boys to help you?" Sherie said, teasing her a little.

"Thanks, but I'll manage," Sandy replied as she pulled the little bows at the sides of her bikini open. Once she had the rest of the suit off, she threw it over the side of the pool. As she held onto the coping, she knew she was colouring a little from being totally nude in front of everyone, even though she was still under the water. She just hoped it didn't show too much. But it was her turn next, she thought with some relief, so she couldn't be the 'sideshow', at least not yet!

Sandy was a good swimmer, and had started to develop a technique for finding a target by this time. And it served her well as she got Eric without much trouble.

Eric didn't seem very concerned at all about losing his trunks, maybe because only Christopher and Sherie had anything left on by this point. He flung them away and took the blindfold from Sandy without complaint.

Once his turn began, he managed to easily tag Laura, which was predictable given that she was the weakest of the group in the water. He busied himself with blindfolding Laura for a turn, and Sandy noticed him admiring Laura's full breasts as he completed his task.

This time Laura's turn seemed to last forever, as she chased the sound of the other four here and there. Finally she made a desperation move that resulted in her tagging Sandy. Sandy couldn't believe that Laura had managed to get her yet again! She was about to go to the side of the pool and accept her fate when she realized that Laura would have to go first. And, even better, that if she tagged either Christopher or Sherie in the next round the game would be over, and she wouldn't have to give a 'sideshow'. But, if she got Eric, she was going to suffer the same fate as Laura, and have to put her pussy on display for everyone to see!

Despite her earlier protestations of modesty, Laura wasn't nearly as shy as Sandy would have been; perhaps she was just inebriated enough not to care! She got out of the pool and seated her petite frame at the edge, and pulled her knees up and apart without any hesitation. She even exchanged banter with the three guys, as she sat there completely exposed, the tiny pink inner lips of her pussy peeking only slightly out into view from inside their more substantial neighbours. Laura, Sandy observed, was not only a "real blond", but unlike many other girls Sandy had seen in locker rooms and the like, the hair covering her pussy was just as fair as that on her head, so it didn't provide much cover for her femininity, and even less so because it was wet. It seemed a little unfair to Sandy that Laura, compared to her, had so little down below, and so much more up top, even though, she rationalized, Eric just loved to play with the "assets" between her legs.




The Yellow Sundress



Suddenly, through the haze of her arousal, she thought she heard a noise. And even more suddenly the overhead light in the recreation room flicked on. Standing there was her mother with a look of disbelief on her face; that quickly turned to anger.

"Jim, get up, get dressed, and go home!" she barked at him.

"And you, young lady, pick up your clothes and go straight to your room. I'll speak to you in the morning!"

And that had been that. Jim pulled up his pants, grabbed the rest of the tuxedo and made a quick exit, offering only a "See you" as he left. The moment he was gone Sandy's mother stomped out of the room leaving Sandy, clad in just the golden chain that hung around her neck, sitting on the couch with tears streaming down her face.

The following morning had been a nightmare. As soon as her mother was able to send her younger sister Nancy to a friend's house, it started. 

Of course they had fought before, especially once when she tried to wear a very brief miniskirt out on a date with Jim, but nothing like this! It started with her sullenly listening to a lecture during which all of her many faults were systematically categorized in excruciating detail. Then the "trifling" matter of her impending, in her mother's view, pregnancy was raised. When she tried to argue that just because she and Jim were doing what they were doing didn't mean they would have gone "all the way", her mother just taunted her, so she retorted back that that she had precautions just in case, and that only made matters worse. The "discussion" then degenerated into a screaming and shouting match, which ended with a hysterical threat to ground her until she was too old and feeble to care about boys or sex. At this point, she had run upstairs in tears to her room and locked the door. But pretty soon she started to feel extremely resentful, and all sorts of angry thoughts were circulating in her head:

"I didn't even have sex with Jim, but the way she is carrying on I might as well have been 'fucking his brains out', as Sherie says!"

"I'm nineteen; does she expect me to act like we live in a convent? I bet she wasn't as pure as the driven snow when she was the same age!"

"She thinks I'm just one step off being barefoot in the snow with a baby in my arms, like some sort of refugee from a Dicken's novel!"

And so on for quite a few hours.

When she had finally reappeared for dinner, the atmosphere in the kitchen was about a chilly as a deep freeze, and even the normally talkative Nancy was afraid to break the silence. When the phone rang a while later her mother answered it curtly, and then passed it over without comment to Sandy, who then heard Jim asking if he could walk over for a few minutes.

The rest of it, Sandy thought as she jumped out of bed to get her shower, was totally predictable. She and Jim went for a number of long walks to discuss their relationship, and while Sandy's mother was polite with him, there were very few words and there was always an unspoken uncomfortable tension when he came by. Plus, Sandy suspected he was still embarrassed that her mother had seen him partly naked, and with an erection! After a few weeks they mutually decided that ending things was the only solution. They both rationalized the decision based on Jim going away to a US college in September, while Sandy would attend university in Canada, so they agreed that, "they should be free to see other people". There was a last lingering kiss; tender, but final.

As Sandy washed her hair she remembered how much she had missed Jim at first. But as the weeks went by she began to accept it, although it made her a little sad. Of course news of the breakup travelled around the school like wildfire, and it wasn't long before she was getting plenty of offers for dates, which she patiently turned down using a script she and Sherie had rehearsed. It just didn't seem like a good idea to bring another boy around when things on the home front were still so frigid.

Sandy stepped out of the shower and used a towel to dry off, and then to wrap herself in. As she stood in front of the mirror, so she could fix her hair with a blow dryer, she heard Nancy knocking at the door:

"Eric just called; he said he'll be here in about 30 minutes."

"Thanks Nancy!" she replied, and then with some sarcasm, "I'm sure you'll entertain him if I need a few extra minutes?"

"Of course," her sister replied in a haughty tone, "just watch me!"

"Oh, don't worry, you need to be watched when my boyfriend is around. Try to behave yourself for once!"

Ha, ha ... very funny!" she heard Nancy say as she marched away.

Sandy laughed inwardly. Nancy was only fifteen but she clearly had a little crush on Eric, even though he was a lot older and obviously dating her sister. When Sandy suggested as much to her, she got a visceral denial, but the flush on Nancy's cheeks gave her totally away. Recently, Sandy's mother had broken down, after Eric had taken her out a few times, and invited him to a family backyard barbeque, although Sandy was a mass of anxiety for days before the event. But she needn't have worried about her mother, because it was her vixen of a younger sister who provided all of the family embarrassment; making eyes at Eric, and letting her body "accidently" bump into him at various points in the proceedings. God, she was so obvious! At one point her mother had looked over at Sandy and just rolled her eyes. Sandy just grimaced back, shrugging her shoulders, but it was a bit of an ice breaker after the big fight.

The next night, after Nancy had gone to her room to talk to a girlfriend on the telephone, Sandy's mother took her aside and asked sheepishly if she would talk to Nancy.

"If she behaves like that on a date, heaven only knows!" her mother remarked, shaking her head, "It took you nearly a year to get up to mischief, I give her about three weeks. Plus she's only fifteen, that's a very dangerous age."

Sandy quickly ran down the highlights of Sherie's dating rules and suggested that she might discuss them with Nancy.

"Thanks Sandra; it might help ... It's at times like this that I wish your father hadn't died. Anyway, when you get older and start thinking about a family, try for boys."

A talking to was definitely in order because Sandy knew that Nancy had discovered her secret stash of Cosmopolitans in the basement; because the magazines weren't put back the way she had left them. No doubt she had read all of the sex articles, what fifteen-year-old wouldn't? Nancy was different than Sandy, much more outgoing and adventurous, as well as being very pretty in a different way from her sister. This, combined with a liberal dose of adolescent hormones, was clearly a train wreck waiting to happen. And even if Nancy wouldn't listen to her, it was worth a try just to normalize relations with her mother, especially now that Eric was in the picture.

As she finished with her hair, and started to put on some makeup, she thought about Eric. He had come into the picture quite by accident; but, she thought, after enduring the nuclear winter of mother-daughter relations, and the Sahara Desert of dating, she deserved to get a break!

She had been over at Sherie's that Sunday when phone rang. Sherie answered, and it was clear to Sandy from the tone of the conversation that the new love interest was at the other end of the line. And "love interest" was exactly the way to describe it, because Sherie was talking about this boy in very different terms than Sandy had ever heard before. His name was Christopher and he was going into second year engineering at university and was 20. The phone was only back into its cradle for a split second before Sherie said she needed to change her clothes. When she returned her pony tail was gone, and she had put on a green hair band and matching earrings that accentuated the colour of her eyes, along with a pair of obviously new sandals in place of the run down flip-flops she had been wearing. Gone were the shorts and tank top, replaced by a mini-skirt and a sleeveless blouse, with an unnecessary number of the top buttons left undone, which gave her a very retro-50's/60's kind of look. Of course Sherie could look good in a burlap bag, so in this outfit she was a knockout. Looking at her, Sandy felt like a total frump, so she got up and went into the powder room and applied some lipstick and mascara, and brushed her hair.

About half an hour later, two of Sherie's infamous "Gentlemen Caller's" appeared at the door. Christopher was fairly tall, but not six feet, and slim, with short brown hair, and brown eyes. The new boy, who he introduced as Eric, was shorter, and had darker medium length brown hair and penetrating blue eyes. He wasn't quite as slender as Christopher, and seemed to have an athletic build. As they talked, Sandy couldn't decide which was more interesting; meeting the much discussed Christopher for the first time; watching her friend melt into a little pool of mush every time Christopher referred to he and Sherie as a couple; or his nice looking friend.

As it was a very hot afternoon, and the house was air conditioned, Sherie had invited the group to sit in the den, and produced some soft drinks and chips. During a lively conversation, she learned that Eric was also 20, and was studying economics at the same university as Christopher. When she asked him about his career plans, desperately trying to sound intelligent and thoughtful, he told her that he might try to get into law school, if his marks were good enough. When he turned the tables and asked her about her future, she explained that she was going to study for a Bachelor of Education, and then get a teaching placement if she could. It didn't sound very impressive to Sandy's ears compared to economics and law. But Eric was not only complimentary, but also well informed. He knew that getting a B. Ed. required very good grades, and was a program that was difficult to get accepted into.

When the conversation finally waned, a board game was proposed by the boys. Sherie was all over this, as she was very competitive and enjoyed games. She quickly produced the Trivial Pursuit box, which made Sandy smile inwardly, because Sherie was "lights out" against almost everyone at this pastime. It was decided that the boys would play against the girls as teams, and Sandy was wondering if Sherie would "go for the jugular", as was her usual practice, or play "dumb" so the boys could win. As it turned out, the boys didn't need any help, they thrashed Sherie and Sandy in a rout that could have made military history. As the boys exchanged a "high-five", Sandy saw the colour go up in Sherie's face.

"Oh Rhett!" Sherie said, mimicking a Southern accent and batting her eyes at Christopher, "You and your friend are just so much smarter than li'l ole me."

At which point she stuck her tongue out at him and made a face, which produced a great deal of laughter all around. Eric diplomatically suggested they try something different, and Hotels was chosen. As they played Sandy was aware that Eric was looking at her quite a bit, and while she liked it, it also made her nervous and excited. Sherie had also spotted this, and when the boys weren't looking, gave her a little wink, which made Sandy flush!

After the boys left for dinner, Sherie and Sandy discussed the afternoon.

"He's going to ask you out, bet on it!" Sherie teased.

"Christopher is very nice," Sandy had volunteered, trying to change the subject.

"Yes, too nice," Sherie said with a glum face.

"How so?"

"We've kissed and everything, but nothing more."

"Maybe he really likes you and doesn't want to you think he's just in it for sex?"

"You know," Sherie said in a low voice, "I think I might be in love with him."

"I noticed," Sandy said laughing, "it's written all over your face!"

For the first time ever, Sandy saw Sherie blush.

"I've never felt like this about anyone ever before," Sherie said ruefully, "it's almost embarrassing. Doesn't he realize that he can do anything he wants to with me? And worse than that, I wish he would!"

"Maybe he's afraid to make the first move, in case he blows his chance with you."

"I just don't know what to do?"

"Tell you what," Sandy offered giggling, an impish thought coming into her mind, "Next time he's over, forget the partly unbuttoned blouse, that's obviously not working. Take off all of your clothes, lie down, and open your legs. I'm certain he'll figure things out!"

"Ha, ha, smarty pants! Very funny! Yeah, he'll figure things out ... like that he's actually dating a degenerate slut!"

That evening, after supper, the phone rang and Sandy rushed to answer it before anyone else could. It was indeed Eric, and even though he sounded a little nervous, he managed to ask her for a date. When she got off the phone her mother, who had been observing her reaction to the call, immediately approached her.

"A boy I take it?"

"Yes, I met him at Sherie's. He asked me out."

"Are you going?"

"Yes ... he's very nice."

"Well that's a switch from the last little while; I thought maybe you had decided to become a nun," her mother said acidly.

"Well this boy is different, he's already finished his first year and he wants to study law!"

"Oh ..." was all her mother could say to this piece of information.

"That shut her up", Sandy had thought to herself. As smart as Jim was, medicine or law probably wasn't in his future.

The first date was a double with Sherie and Christopher. They went to a movie everyone was talking about, and then for something to eat. There was plenty of thoughtful and humourous conversation about the film. Afterwards, Eric had driven everyone home, and when he left Sandy at her front door, he said what a good time he had had, and that he hoped Sandy would go out with him again. Sandy told him she'd like that.

Her mother had clearly been spying out of an upstairs window when Eric first arrived, and the next morning she ventured that he was driving an expensive car.

"His mother's," Sandy explained, "But he's an only child so he can borrow quite often."

Two more dates followed in quick succession, each better than the previous one. She followed Sherie's dating rules to the letter, giving him a sweet little kiss on the lips at the end of the second night, and a more lingering one after the third, but without opening her mouth. Something inside her had just known that he would call again, and he did!

As she crossed the hall in her towel, and closed the bedroom door, she was getting more and more excited about the prospect of a "real" kiss with Eric after this date. Something she had been thinking about for several days. She rummaged around in her underwear drawer for the right pair of panties, and then opened the closet to admire the outfit she had specially purchased for the day, a lemon yellow sundress that complemented her raven hair, dark eyes and slightly olive complexion. The straps of the dress were lightly scalloped along the inner edges, and formed a deep "V" neckline that would expose the tiniest bit of cleavage; in behind they plunged deeply downwards, making it backless. The fabric forming the waist band ran horizontally from the direction of the rest of the garment. The skirt flared with some feminine gathers that ended in a hemline well above her knees, and swung gracefully whenever it moved. The lightweight material itself had a pattern of flowers woven into it.

Sandy had loved it the moment she saw it, and loved it even more when she tried it on. Of course the style of the dress meant that you couldn't wear a bra, which Sandy had considered before purchasing it, but while she filled out the bodice nicely, she wasn't all that well endowed, so it wasn't like her breasts would be stretching the material, and showing off the outlines of her nipples, or anything. And besides, she rather liked the idea of having Eric thinking about the fact that she was naked under the top of the dress.

"It should be more than enough to get his attention," she thought to herself with a sly grin.

The only other issue with the dress was that Sandy was certain that in a certain light, you might be able to see through the skirt. But it was already a hot day, and was going to get hotter yet, and the idea of wearing a half slip had little appeal.

"Anyways," she said to herself, "So he might be able to make out the outline of my panties. He's twenty, I'm sure he's seen a woman's underwear before!"

But just in case he could see a bit more than she thought he might be able to, she had elected to wear the same special lacy white ones that she had worn to the prom.

As she put on the sundress, she heard Nancy calling to her from the main floor:

"Sandy ... Eric's here!"

"Coming!"

Sandy did up the straps of her new white wedge-heeled sandals, and then put on the small white earrings she chosen to match them. Rushing a little, she put her lipstick, hair brush, house key, ID and some money in a tiny white straw summer purse and headed down to greet Eric.

She could tell from the moment Eric saw her that the sundress was having the desired effect!

"Hi," she said sweetly.

"Oh ... uh ... hi," he answered, appearing somewhat stunned, and sounding a little tongue-tied.

Since Nancy was watching, she went right up to him and gave him a brief kiss on the lips.

"Shall we go?" she asked, smiling at him and opening the front door.

"You are incredibly beautiful," he said earnestly, his eyes completely riveted on her.

"Thank you," she replied simply, as she took his hand to lead him outside. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Nancy, looking a little downcast. For once in her life, she felt a little sorry for her, and she thought with some sympathy, "Don't worry Nancy, your time is coming very soon!"

When they got outside, she could see that Sherie and Christopher were already in the back seat of the car. She could hardly say "Hi" before Sherie was asking her where she had gotten the sundress. Christopher, gentleman that he was, made a point of telling her how wonderful she looked.

When they arrived at the park where the festival was to be held, they were surprised that there were so few cars and people. After parking the car, they walked towards the outdoor stage, discovering when they got there that the lead musical act had been cancelled.

Eric was all apologies, as he had organized the day, but Sandy and the others wouldn't have any of it, they agreed to do something else.

"So now what?" Sherie asked, more to herself than anyone.

"Tell you what," Eric offered, "I got a very good piece of news this week; my tuition scholarship got renewed. My parents were ecstatic, and my father said I could take all of us to dinner, and he would pay for it. He even offered to spring for a cab so I could have a drink if I wanted to. He gave me the name of an Italian place that's not too far from here. If you like we could there for lunch instead of dinner. What do you think?"

Everyone was happy with this suggestion, so they retraced their steps to the parking lot.

As they strolled along Sandy noticed that both Eric and Christopher were sneaking sidelong glances at her. Suddenly, Sandy heard Sherie whisper in her ear:

"Do you know that you can see through that dress when the sun is behind you?"

Sandy nodded, trying not to blush, but Christopher had noticed Sherie whispering

"What's the secret?"

"Just girl talk," Sherie said evasively.

Sandy decided to confront the obvious.

"She's worried that I don't realize this dress can be a bit transparent from a certain vantage point. I know that, but it was just too hot for slip."

"I didn't see anything," Eric offered gallantly.

"Yes you did," Sandy said with a laugh, "both of you. And don't try to deny it!"




The Yellow Sundress



"OK, OK, I did look," Eric said with a worried look on his face.

"Me to," Christopher confessed, "I couldn't help it."

"You're both forgiven, it's my own fault ... but when we get there, can we please sit somewhere where I don't give the rest of the world an exhibition?"

When they arrived at the restaurant, they decided to sit outside, despite the heat. As the waiter ushered them to a table Sandy was aware of many pairs of male eyes following her. She hoped it wasn't because they were able to see through the skirt of the sundress. Once they were seated at a table, with a gleaming white cloth, and sparkling silverware and glasses, Eric ordered some mineral water and a bottle of chilled pinot grigio. When the waiter went to server Eric, he instructed him to only pour half a glass, explaining that he was the driver.

As Sandy sipped the delicious wine, which she had never had before, and was so perfect for the hot afternoon, she couldn't help comparing Eric and Jim. Although they were only a year apart in age, it might as well have been ten years she thought. Maybe that's what a year at university did to you?

Part way through an interesting conversation that took place while they were waiting for their food to arrive, Sandy somehow became aware that Christopher was spending a great deal of time admiring her. Now this was an unusual situation, because the one thing you learned quickly when you double dated with Sherie, was that your boyfriend was going to look at her a lot; men just couldn't help themselves when she was around! Must be the sundress, Sandy decided with an inward chuckle, because Sherie did look as sensational as usual. She had put her extraordinary red hair up because of the heat; and was wearing a sleeveless white linen shirtdress with a number of the top buttons undone. Clearly she hadn't abandoned that tactic quite yet!

But apparently Sandy wasn't the only one who noticed where a great number of Christopher's gazes were going!

"Sandy," Sherie asked with a giggle, "Does that sundress come in any other colours? Because if it does, I'm going to need to buy one in order to get my boyfriend to tear his eyes away from you."

Christopher looked at her sheepishly while Eric laughed at his predicament. As Sherie had become more and more confident in her relationship with Christopher, her outgoing personality and sense of humour was back in evidence.

"What do I have to do," Sherie continued in a teasing tone of voice, "sit here naked in order to get you to pay some attention to me?"

Christopher was about to say something in order to extricate himself, but Sherie cut him off.

"Guilty as charged!" she said firmly, with a nod to the others at the table.

Fortunately for Christopher the food arrived just at that moment, and after it was served the business of eating the wonderful entrées occupied everyone.

They had gelato for dessert, and just as they were finishing it Eric opened his cell phone and began a conversation.

"Hi Dad ... I understand ... No problem ... The concert was cancelled so we can go right away ... Bye."

"I didn't hear your phone ring?" Sandy asked.

"I had it on vibrate so we wouldn't disturb anyone in the restaurant. That was my father, they just left for a few days of vacation, and my mother thinks she forgot to close the sliding doors that go out to the deck. My father is concerned because there have been some break-ins around our neighbourhood recently."

Eric turned to others and asked, "I'm sorry about this, but I think we need to go back to my place for a few minutes so I can lock that door?"

The others just nodded their assent to Eric as he called for the bill, and paid it, while Sandy, Christopher, and Sherie discussed possible plans for the remainder of the day.

As they drove down a street lined with mature trees, and large expensive houses, many of which had obviously been professionally landscaped, Sandy was impressed. Sherie and her parents lived in a better house than Sandy did. But compared to the homes in this district, it was a hovel! She had suspected that Eric's parents had money, but didn't realize just how much.

As Eric wheeled the car into wide circular driveway, in front of a large bungalow attractively topped with a cedar shake roof, she heard Sherie exclaim:

"Wow, this is a nice place, Eric! Can we see inside?"

"Sure! Chris can show you around while I check the house and call my parents."

Once inside, they went through one tastefully furnished room after another, eventually walking out onto a cedar deck that led down several steps to a gracefully curving swimming pool. The entire back yard was surrounded by a high board fence camouflaged by rows of cedars that must have been at least seven feet high. As all of the neighbouring houses were also bungalows, the yard was completely private. Just then Eric returned to join them.

"It was unlocked, wasn't it Chris?"

"Just the screens were closed; nothing else."

"OK, what would everyone like to do now?" Eric asked.

"Why don't we just stay here?" Sherie suggested, "It's nicer than any park, and it's already after three; and maybe we could order in later for dinner. Would your parents mind?"

"Well, I'm not allowed to have any parties while they are away, but having four people here hardly qualifies. Let me call them back."

When Eric returned he was smiling.

"It's fine; my mother even suggested that we take some steaks out of the freezer for a barbeque, and she left me plenty of other food in the fridge for when she's away. Of course I got the usual lecture about being with girls, and drinking, but I'm sending everyone home in a taxi anyway. Can I fix everyone something?"

"That pool sure looks great," Sherie offered.

"Yeah, it is pretty nice," Eric agreed, "and it's so private out here that some nights after hockey, if my parents have gone to bed, I just take a quick dip in the buff, it's quicker and more refreshing than a shower."

"Would you like me to drive you home to get a suit?" Eric then volunteered.

"No, but thanks," Sherie said, sounding disappointed, "If you do that then I'm going to get the old 'twenty questions' routine from my parents, and they might not let me come back."

"Ditto," Sandy offered.

"But you're both going to be in residence in September, they won't even know what you are up to then?" Christopher said.

"I know," Sherie said with a wry look, "trust me, it doesn't make any sense, but when you're a girl, parents treat you differently."

"OK, well then what about that drink?" Eric asked.

"Yes please," Sandy replied to him, "It's hot."

Eric returned shortly with a pitcher of lemonade which he had spiked with some vodka.

"I didn't make it very strong," he explained, "but if you think it is, I have some more lemonade in the kitchen, and I can make yours weaker. I took the steaks out to start to thaw."

Sandy couldn't help but admire how thoughtful Eric was. A lot of boys would try to get the girls a little drunk in a situation like this to see if they could take advantage of them. He was very special!

"Maybe too special," she thought, smiling inwardly, "I might even end up with Sherie's problem!"

Sandy drank the cold lemonade thirstily, as a Trivial Pursuit rematch was proposed. They sat around the patio table under an umbrella and played, with girls narrowly winning this time. A rubber match was decided upon, and Eric served another round of drinks. Sandy noticed the heightened level of laughter around the table, and felt herself flushing from the heat and the alcohol. The girls won this final game, prompting Eric and Christopher to maintain that they had deliberately lost the first time to build up certain male egos, despite giggling protests from Sandy and Sherie to the contrary. When the laughter died down, Sherie looked wistfully at the pool, and then, her demeanour changed.

"Maybe there is a way we all could go swimming," she said with a little smile, "but only if Sandy agrees."

"How so?" Eric asked.

"Well," Sherie said, "we girls could just swim in our underwear, if you let us get in the pool first, and don't look until we're under the water. There would be plenty of time to dry things out while we have dinner. What do you think Sandy?"

Sandy started to consider Sherie's idea, but then she remembered how she was dressed.

"Aren't you forgetting that I'm not wearing much underwear, Sherie? But if you want to swim in yours, it's OK; I can stay here."

"I could give her one of my T-shirts?" Eric suggested.

"Oh great," Sherie said with a loud laugh, she had obviously been a little affected by the drinks as well, "Now Christopher gets to see Sandy in a wet T-shirt to top off his afternoon. Perfect!"

"No, no, don't worry about it," Sandy said with a warm smile at Eric, "the rest of you go ahead."

"That's not very fair, everyone else enjoying the water while you have to sit out," Sherie said, and then she added, giving Sandy a mischievous look, "Tell you what ... If I agreed to go in with just my panties on, would you do the same?"

As Sandy considered this daring proposal, she couldn't help but notice Eric sitting there looking a little stunned!

"We could promise not to look," Christopher volunteered, glancing hopefully at her, and then back at Sherie.

"Oh right, like that would work!" Sherie said, rolling her eyes and giving him a playful swat on the arm, "Christopher, if I'm hot enough, or drunk enough, or whatever, to volunteer to swim in front of you and Eric half naked, then you might as well have the decency to flatter me by taking a good look. Besides, maybe this will stop you from spending the rest of the afternoon daydreaming about what's underneath the top of Sandy's dress!"

Christopher flushed a little at this remark, which suggested to Sandy that he had been spending at least part of his time doing exactly that.

"Well Sandy, what do you think?" Sherie asked with a giggle, "Are we going to give these guys something to remember?"

"You don't have to do this unless you want to," Eric offered, looking concerned.

"I guess I could," she said hesitantly, giving Eric a shy glance in return, "if, like you said, we could be under the water before the guys come in, so I'm not too embarrassed to start with."

"It's just your breasts," Sherie said in an encouraging tone, "Heck everywhere in Europe, women go topless, or even bottomless, at the beach. And most of them aren't nineteen, and don't look anywhere near as good as you!"

"Sherie, you can still wear all your underwear if you want to," Sandy said more firmly, now having made up her mind, "and I'll go swimming in my panties. You don't have to take your bra off just so I'm not the only one with bare breasts."

"Not a chance," Sherie said cheerfully, "Do you really think that I'm going to let Christopher get into a pool where I have to compete for his attention with a beautiful topless female? I don't think so ... the situation with that sundress is bad enough already! ... So Eric, where can we go to change, and could you please get us some towels?"

"No problem, you can use the guest bedroom. Chris, I have a spare swim suit you can use."

"No way, gentlemen," Sherie interjected in a determined voice, "If we're going to swim in our underwear then you guys can too. That's the deal!"

"OK, OK!" Eric said with a grimace, "And today I had to wear boxers instead of briefs! You'll probably be able to see right up inside them when I'm swimming."

"I promise not to look," Sandy said to Eric with a giggle.

"Well I don't!" Sherie said with glee, "What about you Christopher?"

"I have boxers too," Christopher admitted, looking at the heavens with a helpless expression, "really loose boxers. I hope when I'm swimming they don't come off!"

"Goody!" Sherie said, giving each of them in turn a little grin, "But don't worry if anything like that happens, and we get to see some things, because I don't know about Sandy, but I suspect that my panties aren't going to leave very much to the imagination once they get wet!"

After reaching an agreement on how the swimming would start, the two girls accepted the towels that Eric obtained for them, and went into the bedroom to change. Sandy wrapped herself in a large beach towel, having removed her sundress and jewelry. She felt very bold, a little nervous, as well as more than a little bit sexy.

"Good thing we had those drinks, Sherie!" she said with a laugh and slight shiver of anticipation, "But isn't this breaking most of your dating rules?"

"Sandy, don't you get it?" Sherie said, with a note of exasperation in her voice, "When you find a guy like Eric, who looks at you the way he does, and talks to you the ways he does, and treats you the way he does, you don't need my dating rules. If he hasn't already fallen in love with you, I would be the most surprised girl on earth!"

"And as for Christopher," she added with a sigh, "if showing myself to him practically naked doesn't give him some ideas; heaven help me!"

The two girls padded down the hall in their bare feet, crossing the family room and going out on the deck. They left their towels on the patio chairs and climbed down the steps into the shallow end. Once they were fully ducked Sherie called out to the boys, who appeared from the inside of the house in their boxer shorts, and with towels hanging around their necks. They both chose to dive into the pool, after sneaking some glances at the partly naked bodies of the girls treading water in the deep end. As he had suspected, Christopher's boxers came part way off from the force of the dive, and Sandy watched as he furiously pulled them back up under the water. But otherwise, things started a little cautiously, with everyone carefully swimming around. After a few minutes, Sherie was busy stirring the pot!

"See anything you like yet, Christopher?" she teased, "Maybe I should do the backstroke?"

"Why don't you and Eric come over here a little closer so I can see how loose those boxers really are?" she added with a giggle.

That caused some nervous laughter, but it also seemed to break the ice with the boys. Sandy began to feel more relaxed, and less concerned about keeping her breasts partly hidden under the wonderful cool water, which was so refreshing after the heat of the day.

Pretty soon there was some splashing, and horseplay. And as the boys dived to get out of the way in a game of water tag, more than once Sandy saw some partly exposed penises and other parts of their male equipment displayed underneath the loose fabric of both Eric and Christopher's undershorts.

Sherie, now boldly standing waist deep in the shallow end, with water streaming off her hair and down over her beautiful breasts, was complaining, but not very believably, that the boys were trying to tag her in "restricted areas".

Eric protested that if anything it like that had happened, it was purely an accident, and apologized sincerely.

"Fine I accept your apology," she said, waving a finger at him, "but be careful, next time I might tag you inside your shorts ... also by accident of course!"

When they tired of water tag, Sherie made the boys stand chest deep in the water, and then lift her up, one foot in each of their crossed hands, so that they could launch her into to the air and over into the deeper water. As she got into position, Sandy observed, the boys were offered a ring side view of her gently curving behind; not well concealed at all by her extremely brief panties. To say nothing of the fact that the two of them surely had to notice the reddish curls of her pubic hair, peeking out of, and plainly visible through, the almost transparent triangle of wet material that did a very ineffective job of barely covering her crotch. She shrieked with delight at each toss, occasionally letting her breasts or hips bump into Christopher's head or shoulders as she struggled to get into position for the next throw. Sandy suspected that it wasn't an accident that these problems always happened on Christopher's side of the human pyramid.

Sandy finally decided she wanted to try this for herself, first adjusting her panties under the water to preserve any last shreds of modesty that might be left to her. As they raised her upwards, and moved apart so she could spread her legs for balance, she realized that they could probably clearly make out the outline of the luscious folds of her inner pussy lips through the gauzy fabric of her lacy underwear; what there was of it. She was pretty certain that Sherie was providing similar opportunities for some deliciously prurient male viewing. No wonder the boys were enjoying this activity so much! As she travelled through the air with a squeal of exhilaration, and plunged deep into the water, she decided she didn't really care all that much what they might be seeing, this was so much fun!

Sandy was aware that her female anatomy was much more pronounced than most other girls. At sixteen, she had surreptitiously surveyed the school shower room after gym practice on numerous occasions, and then started to worry that she might be abnormal! Even Sherie, who was also well "developed" in this respect, didn't protrude quite as much as she did, and many of the other girls displayed almost nothing at all! One night, after seizing a fortunate opening in a conversation with Sherie, she had blushingly expressed her fears. Sherie, frank as always, had blown away her concerns. 

"I was pretty worried about that too," Sherie confessed, "What if boys thought a girl like me was gross. So I asked my brother."

"You asked him?" Sandy said, a little startled and awestruck.

"Yes," Sherie had confided, "Remember, I knew he'd slept with several girls."

"What did he say?"

"He said that he and other most guys found girls like me very sexy. Remember, my simpleton friend, that boys find visual sexual things very arousing, so that pussy of yours might be a bigger turn on than huge breasts to a lot of guys."

After this conversation, Sandy had stopped worrying quite so much about how she looked "down there". However, balancing on the boys hands in the pool, as they looked upwards, no doubt hardly failing to notice her barely concealed intimate femininity before they launched her into the water, she hoped that Eric was like Sherie's brother, and would find that part of her very enticing!

After quite a few more throws, the boys said they were tired, and needed a break. Sandy figured they must really be done in, given the inducement preceding each toss. Everyone got out of the pool, and the girls wrapped themselves in the beach towels to get dry. Eric offered to prepare fresh drinks, and Sandy and Sherie sat with their towels fastened around them like skirts, letting the sun do its work. It was amazing to Sandy how easy it was to be naked from the waist up, once you got used to it. When the drinks were mostly finished, Sherie said:

"C'mon Sandy, let's get changed. Eric, could we borrow a hair dryer from you?"

Eric led them into the house and produced the requested item, and the two girls disappeared into the guest bedroom. There were almost no clothes to put back on, but there was a lot of hair and makeup to fix! Sandy almost laughed as she watched Sherie shove her still dry bra deep inside her shoulder bag. When Sherie saw her reaction she said defensively:

"I'd feel stupid with a bra but no panties!"

Sherie explained that Eric had offered to put their panties in the dryer, but she said they could just as easily dry outside in the sun.

"Besides," she said, giving Sandy a sly smile, "every time Christopher sees them he'll be reminded that I don't have a stitch on under this dress."

"Going for broke?" Sandy asked with a small grin.

"Anything; and everything, Sandy; whatever it takes!" Sherie replied in a determined tone.