Little Girl Games Ch. 03

*Chapter 3: Flashing at the Mall*

On Friday night, Kelli, Amy and I were looking for something to do. I told them that I needed a new pair of tennis shoes, so we decided to spend an evening at the mall. Kelli thought it’d be fun if we all wore short skirts and crop tops. Amy agreed with Kelli and persuaded me to correspond with their choice of attire. I wasn’t opposed to wearing skimpy clothes, but I was afraid the girls were planning to take their newfound zeal for exhibitionism to a higher level.

When Kelli and Amy arrived at my house, we were amazed at the similarities of our outfits. The girls and I almost looked like we were in uniform. We were all wearing white crop tops that barely covered our breasts and short, pleated mini-skirts that barely covered our butts. The only difference between our outfits was the color of our skirts. None of us had ever worn these clothes in public before and I must admit, I was a little nervous about the whole thing.

Our tops had low necklines and were loose at the bottom. If we leaned over, someone standing in front of us could see right down our shirts. They’d be able to see up our shirts if they were standing behind us when we leaned over. The mini-skirts resembled cheerleader skirts. We began comparing to see whose skirt was the shortest. We each took turns bending over to see how much of our underwear hung out. The girls and I started laughing when we discovered that we all had on matching white panties. However, I was the only one wearing a bra.

On our way to the mall, Kelli and Amy instructed me to take off my bra so we’d all match. It was dark out, so I pulled off my shirt and set it on the seat. I reached behind and unhooked my bra, then slid the straps down my arms setting my breasts free. At that moment, we stopped at a stoplight and my shirt slid off the seat and fell on the floor. I was naked from the waist up as a carload of guys stopped right beside us.

I said, “That’s just great. There’s a carload of guys next to us and I can’t find my top.”

Kelli giggled and said, “Let me help,” then turned on the dome light inside of the car.

Now the guys could plainly see that I was bare-chested. They were clapping and yelling at me as I picked my shirt up off the floor. I had to reach my arms over my head to put on the shirt and this gave the guys an unobstructed view of my titties. When the light turned green, we turned left, but the guys had to go straight. I’ll bet they turned around looking for us.

Kelli, Amy and I entered the mall and rode up the escalator. There were guys sitting on benches below us looking right up our skirts. We each bought a scoop of ice cream in a cup and stood by the railing next to the escalator while we ate it. We leaned forward over the rail so our shirts fell away from our breasts. The guys below could see right up our shirts, but we pretended not to notice and continued eating our ice cream.

I accidentally spilled a drop of vanilla ice cream on my shirt, right above my left nipple. It was white on white so I was going to ignore it, but Kelly went and got a wet rag from the ice cream parlor. Before I could say anything, she started rubbing the wet rag over my little white crop top. I wanted to stop her because everyone was watching, but it actually felt good. However, I was concerned because she was rubbing so much water into the shirt. When she was done, the ice cream was gone, but the shirt was soaked. The water made the shirt transparent over my left breast. You could see my nipple as plain as day. I told Kelli that I couldn’t walk around like that, but Amy said not to worry. It’ll dry. Sure, in about an hour!

We decided to stroll down the mall. There was a group of guys sitting on a bench. We were so busy looking at them that we didn’t realize they were sitting in front of the “House of Fans”. A fan was blowing from the doorway directly across from the guys. As we passed in front of the guys, the fan blew our skirts up exposing our little white panties for everyone to see. We had our ice cream in one hand and our spoons in the other, so we didn’t have a free hand to push our skirts down. Our predicament was great for the guys because they got a good look at our panty-clad butts. We just continued walking and the skirts eventually fell down on their own.

Kelli stopped and said, “Why don’t you stand in front of the fan to dry your shirt?”

I replied, “Because I don’t have a free hand to hold my skirt down! Those guys will be looking at my panties again.”

She turned back to the guys and said, “Look at this girl’s shirt. It’s all wet. You can see right through it. See how her nipple is poking right through the wet material? She needs to dry it, but her mini-skirt is going to fly up if she stands in front of the fan. She can’t hold the skirt down and hold her ice cream at the same time. You’ll have to look at her panties. You don’t mind looking at her panties while she dries her shirt, do you guys?”

Of course they didn’t mind! Kelli had them so fired up with her little speech that they were going crazy. Kelli grabbed my arm and positioned me in front of the fan. My skirt was up in the air and anyone in the area could see my little white panties. The guys just sat there taking it all in. A couple of men in the fan store came up close to watch the show, too. I was sure the thin fabric of my tiny panties wasn’t hiding much and the men were getting an eyeful. At first I was mortified, but then I just smiled at the men and started licking the ice cream off my spoon in a sexy, childish kind of way. The men loved it, but as soon as my shirt was dry I thanked them for allowing me to use their fan and headed down the mall.

The girls and I went into the first shoe store and some man offered to wait on us. I picked out a couple pair of tennis shoes and we sat down in the chairs. He took his time lacing up the shoes so he could get a good look at my panties. I casually spread my legs a little wider to give him a better view. While he was leaning down between my legs, Kelli stood up and acted like she was watching the man work. Actually, she was letting him look up her shirt at her braless tits. After the man became really excited, we told him that we needed to shop around, and we got up and left.

Amy, Kelli and I went into the restroom. Kelli said it was fun flashing the shoe salesman, but she thought it’d be more fun if we took off our underwear. I argued that we were already showing enough skin and if I tried on more shoes, the salesman would be able to see my bush. Amy was also reluctant to remove her panties, but Kelli eventually persuaded us to go along with her and we all took off our underwear. Amy and I didn’t have room in our purses to hold our panties, so Kelli told us that she would take care of it. She took each pair of panties, pulled on them until they ripped and stuffed them into the trashcan. Now there was no turning back.

As we walked to the next shoe store, we had to pass the “House of Fans” again. Those guys were still sitting there and they were anticipating another show. They got another show all right, but this time when the fan blew our skirts up to our waists, the guys were looking at a trio of black, auburn and blonde pussy hair. They also got a look at three bare butts as we walked away. The guys were speechless.

We had to go down the escalator again and this time the guys below had more to look at. Amy even turned around and bent over, pretending to tie her shoes. When she did, she mooned all of the people on the benches below. Guys were staring and pointing their fingers at Amy’s firm little butt.

On the way to the next shoe store, we passed a bar in the mall complex that has arcade games. Guys have to be of legal drinking age to enter, but girls can get in at 18, as long as they don’t drink. We’d never been in the bar before because we’d just turned 18 not too long ago. Kelli and Amy wanted to play Air Hockey, so we went inside. I couldn’t believe they were going to play Air Hockey in those skimpy little outfits with nothing on underneath. The girls didn’t waste any time as I watched Kelli and Amy get into a heated battle. Guys were fighting to use the games nearby or sit on the stools directly behind the girls. The way Amy and Kelli had to bend over to play, the guys had a clear view up their mini-skirts and shirts.

Kelli got into it, bouncing her breasts around as she took her shots. Kelli’s big tits got a lot of attention, but many of the guys preferred to look up Amy’s shirt. Since her breasts were smaller, her shirt fell further away from her chest giving the guys more of an unobstructed view of her puffy pink nipples. Kelli didn’t want to surrender the attention, so she pulled the top of her skirt higher on waist, bringing the hem up with it. Now the bottom of Kelli’s butt cheeks peeked out from below her skirt even when she was standing up straight. I imagine the view for the guys behind her was incredible when she bent over.

At one point, the puck fell on the floor. Kelli kept her legs straight as she bent down to pick it up. Everyone was frozen as all eyes were on Kelli’s bare behind. To the delight of the crowd, Kelli was having trouble getting a grip on the puck. This prolonged her pose in the awkward position. Kelli’s legs were so straight that she looked like she was bending over to touch her toes. Her body was arched at such an extreme angle that her shirt fell forward over her titties. She was showing everything now. Finally, she picked up the puck, but didn’t even bother to pull her shirt down over her bare boobs. Kelli acted like she didn’t even notice that her shirt was still up over her breasts as the game continued. The guys tried to move to a place in front of Kelli so they could watch her boobies bounce around. Kelli just concentrated on the game. The air conditioner vent above her blew down on her nipples, causing them to poke out for the crowd.

I didn’t understand why some of the guys took a seat on the floor in front of me. They couldn’t even see the air hockey table from where they were sitting. Eventually I realized that they were trying to look up my skirt! I was perched on a tall stool and with all the excitement, I wasn’t aware that my skirt had ridden up high on my thighs. My legs were slightly spread apart and since I wasn’t wearing panties, the guys were getting a glimpse of my little hairy triangle. I decided to put my feet up on the chair’s foot rail, which raised my knees up even higher. This bold move caused my skirt to bunch up around my waist. I spread my legs wider, giving the guys an unobstructed view of my bush. I even leaned forward a little so they could see up my shirt. I pretended to be watching the game the whole time as if I didn’t know what I was showing them.

A couple of stuck-up looking girls strolled into the bar and looked disgusted that none of the guys even noticed them. Kelli finally won the Air Hockey game and as we turned to leave, the girls walked up and challenged us to a game of strip pool. We told them no thanks, but they insisted. They said they liked our outfits and wanted to play for them.

Some guy said, “Don’t do it. These girls are regulars in here and they’ve sent girls home naked before. They try to humiliate girls that upstage them. I’ve never seen them loose.”

Amy wanted to leave, but Kelli never backs down from a challenge, so we accepted. The guys positioned themselves around the table to block the view from the mall and the game began. With each shot, Kelli and I had to bend way over. Our breasts and butts were on display, but we didn’t pay any attention to our state of undress because we were determined to win. Unfortunately, Kelli quickly sunk the eight ball and those girls won the first game.

One of the girls came over and said, “You guys just lost your mini-skirts.”

Kelli and I slowly slid the skirts down our legs and laid them on a table. All the guys were crowded around and clapping. Kelli and I were now naked from the waist down. The next game was even more difficult knowing that our pussies and asses were exposed to a room full of guys. The guys that were on the floor before, moved to a position on the floor in front of me again. To take a shot, I had to spread my legs giving them an incredible view of my bare beaver. An older guy came up and patted me on the ass as I was about to shoot. This made me mad, so I really concentrated and ran the table. We got our skirts back.

Those girls seemed a little upset. Apparently they’d never lost before. These were college girls wearing summer dresses. Their outfits really didn’t show much, except an occasional flash of their panties as they took a shot. You could tell they weren’t wearing bras, but the dresses didn’t show much cleavage, either.

Kelli really got hot in the next game and we beat them again. The crowd was going wild. These girls had been in the bar many times, but never had to show any skin. They unzipped their dresses and stepped out of them, leaving them standing in just their tiny lace panties. Their breasts were completely uncovered and the guys loved it. Their faces were red with embarrassment and their shy look of humiliation was not an act.

Those girls were obviously flustered. They couldn’t seem to make a shot with their boobs wobbling around. Their panties were so small that each time they bent over to take a shot, half of their butt cracks would hang out. They only made one shot in the next game due to the distractions, and they ended up loosing their panties. The girls stripped their panties off to the delight of the crowd. As they stood in front of everyone without a stitch of clothing on, the girls pleaded with us to give them a chance to win their clothes back. They didn’t want to walk through the mall naked. Kelli said that didn’t want to play anymore, but she’d sell them their clothes back for twenty dollars. The girls accepted so quickly that we probably should have asked for more money. We left the bar to a round of applause.

As Kelli, Amy and I wandered through the mall, we found another shoe store with a couple of cute guys around our age working there. The guys were waiting on three other girls and those girls were obviously trying to get the guys to ask them out. The girls looked a little jealous when the guys started talking to us. We sat down directly across from the other girls and told the guys that we would wait until they were finished.

The first girl was a tall blonde. She was wearing a little cotton mini dress that buttoned all the way down the front. One of the guys sat on a stool in front of her and she kept spreading her legs wider than necessary to give him a clear view of her panties. Kelli saw what the girl was doing and made an attempt to steal the attention. She walked over and picked up a display shoe, then twirled around to ask me if I was interested in it. When she twirled around, her skirt flew up and both guys got a glimpse of her pussy hair. As we sat there watching the guys wait on the other group of girls, we kept shifting in our seats, or crossing and uncrossing our legs. The guys had to choose between three girls with panties and three girls without panties. One of the guys couldn’t take it anymore and started waiting on us. Those girls were not happy about it.

The second girl was a very attractive Asian girl. She was a slim brunette with fairly large tits for her size. She walked to the back of the store behind the shoe rack. She thought that no one could see her, but I could see what she was doing from her reflection in the mirror. She looked bashful and innocent, but determined to compete with us on our level. I watched as she took off her thin, white blouse, removed her bra, then quickly put the blouse back on. Next she reached up under her equally thin pastel print mini-skirt and pulled down her panties. She turned around to see if anyone was looking and stuffed her underwear into a display purse hanging on the wall. I don’t think she knew what she was doing because she walked over to the mirror at the far corner of the store and gasped at how exposed she was. The blouse was so sheer that she looked topless and her dark bush was also visible through the thin, light colored material of her skirt.

She was preoccupied looking at herself in the mirror, so I casually walked over and took her underwear from the display purse. No one was paying any attention to me as I returned to my seat. The timid girl’s face was red with embarrassment as she looked around to make sure no one was watching her. It was clear that her outfit was far too sheer for her to go through with it, so she darted back to the display purse to retrieve her underwear. Unfortunately for her, the bra and panties were gone! She was frantically searching the purses and looking on the floor, but I’d already stuffed her underwear into a shoebox beneath my chair.

Everyone stopped talking as she came back and sat down. Her seat was in the direct line of one of those track lights. The light shined right through her shirt, showing off those big, bra-less titties. The light also made it easier for the guys to see through her skirt. In the light, she looked even more exposed than she did in the back of the store and she was mortified by it. Both guys just stood there examining her nipples poking out against the sheer white fabric of her blouse and the shadow of her pussy hair against the thin material of her tight mini-skirt.

Her friend asked, “What happened to you?”

The Asian girl put her arms over her chest and replied, “Shut up!”

The guys were obviously impressed and suddenly, no one was waiting on us again. Amy tried to change that by bending over and looking at a shoe on the lower rack. The guy on the stool looked right up Amy’s skirt and immediately went over to help her. Amy told the guy that the shoe was actually for me and asked him to measure my foot. He squatted on the stool in front of me and asked me to put my foot out. I lifted my knee high before I put my foot down. This caused my skirt to bunch up around my waist. The guy was staring right at my naked bush! He took his time measuring my foot before going back to get the shoes. This was making the third girl jealous. She was built about like Kelli, but she had auburn hair like mine. The girl was wearing some kind of all-in-one jumper outfit. It kind of looked like a strapless tube top with short shorts built-in. I don’t think she was wearing a bra from the way her boobs bounced as she walked. She was determined to regain the guy’s attention.

While the first guy was in back getting my shoes, Kelli and Amy were working on the other guy. He was waiting on the girl flashing her panties, but kept shifting his interest to Kelli and Amy. There were pegs on the wall that the handbags were hanging on. Kelli and Amy kept reaching for the bags hung on the high pegs. When they brought their arms back down, their shirts would get hooked on the lower pegs and the pegs would lift their shirts up exposing their breasts. The girls pretended not to notice even when the shirt remained hooked and their nipples were in plain view of everyone. One time, Kelli’s shirt remained up over her breasts after she moved away from the hook. Kelli stood there examining the bag as the guy was examining her. She put the bag over her shoulder and walked in front of the mirror.

When Kelli saw her reflection, she turned to Amy and said, “Why didn’t you tell me my tits were hanging out?”

Amy replied, “I didn’t notice.”

Kelli turned around, pointed to her bare breasts and said, “How can you not notice these?”

Now everyone was looking at Kelli, who was making no attempt to pull her shirt down. An older man and his wife walked into the store. The man froze in his tracks when he saw Kelli’s bare boobies. His wife immediately grabbed his arm and began leading him out of the store. As he left, the man looked over his shoulder and Kelli raised her skirt up for him. Kelli smiled as the man was treated to an unimpeded peek at her neatly trimmed blonde bush. While her skirt was held high, the guy selling shoes also got a good look at Kelli’s tan round butt cheeks.

“Uh…Ben,” he finally managed, sounding like a strangled tracheotomy patient, “my name’s Ben.”

“It is very nice to meet you, Ben. This is your first time at the Sunshine Camp, non?”

“Uh…uh…yeah,” he said, trying to reflect her sweet smile, but feeling the cold hand of terror closing around his heart. “You can tell, huh?”

Her eyes squinted in amusement, “it is…how do you say?…written all over you, non?” she chuckled, and Ben felt that most tragic of sensations, a blush sweep over his face. “How long are you staying?” she asked, apparently ignoring his reddened complexion. Damn it, she wasn’t even going to sit down, or even put her towel in front of her crotch or anything. She was just standing there, holding her limitless beauty in front of him like a mythical siren drawing unfortunate sailors onto deadly rocks.

“Four weeks,” he replied, wondering if she thought him stupid already since his vocabulary didn’t appear to stretch beyond one syllable.

“Fantastic,” she almost squealed with delight. “It’s going to be so much fun!”

He found her so devilishly attractive, but he had never ever had to cope with a crush in the nude before. Alena might be looking forward to the next four weeks, but if he had to feel this way all the time, it was going to be very difficult for him.

“Would you like to come down to the lake with me, Ben?” the divine girl asked him. Lord, oh Lord her eyes were so incredible: that phenomenally elliptical shape that could warm the coldest heart, the glacial blue colour that made you thirsty just with a glance. “We can go and swim and then maybe I can show you around a bit.”

“Uh…” he really couldn’t move. It wasn’t just that he was mentally too embarrassed to get up, physically he had turned into gravy. His limbs just didn’t respond to neural signals. “Uh…I would but…”

“Oh Ben…no ‘buts’, uh?” she tilted her hips in disapproval, which did nothing but expose more of her private region to his helpless gaze and certainly did not help with his immobility problem.

“I have a few things to do…” he stammered. “We only got here last night…I still have to unpack…uh… you know?”

It was weak. He knew it sounded weak, but it was all his short-circuited brain could come up with at such short notice.

“Such a shame,” she said, taking a step back. Had he upset her? She smiled, apparently not. “Well you won’t be saying ‘no’ to me next time, uh? I won’t accept it, Ben.” She gave a sexy, naughty wink, as though she thought he was just playing hard to get and providing her with more of a challenge. “I’ll see you very soon,” she waved, and then turned to walk down the lane towards the centre of the colony and the lake. As she walked, she moved her towel so that it was around her neck, as though purposefully exposing her sweet behind for his gaze. Was she interested in him?

It was only when she had gone he realised that from where she had been standing, she could not failed to have had full view of his rock-hard erection. When he had put down the magazine, it had opened him completely to her sight. She had been standing there in the full knowledge of how he felt about her.

He felt a post-traumatic blush cover his face, but then a thought occurred to him. Her nipples had been particularly hard, really protruding from those soft little breasts - and was it his imagination, or did her labia glisten slightly in the sunshine when she parted those wonderful legs of hers?

It was the most bizarre thing having a huge crush on someone who was naked whenever he saw her. Most bizarre.

With Alena gone, Ben felt it was the perfect time to make a move. He picked up a beach towel - who would know that he wasn’t actually going swimming? - that could serve to hide his genitalia. The surprise at finding out that the young French girl had obviously seen his erection had actually made him soft again, but he couldn’t be guaranteed that non-erect status on his way down to the centre of the Sunshine Colony.

He put on a pair of beach sandals and took a deep breath before starting out away from the security of the tent. He made it as subtle as possible holding his towel in front of his crotch, but he did wonder if anyone noticed his embarrassment on the way down there.

The closer he got to the public bathrooms, the more and more people there were around. A lot of the people just didn’t even look his way as he walked, the people sitting outside their own tents getting on with their own nude lifestyle, but he attract some glances. The majority of the people there were at least into their middle age, and as with his parents, their naked forms weren’t going to be a threat to Ben’s visual integrity, but there were a number of teenagers and twenty-somethings around to cause him a problem.

Keeping the towel there in front, he kept his eyes on the lane as he progressed, doing his utmost to keep his gaze away from the naked young women en route. But he was almost certain that people were checking him out as he went by, and not just the younger women, either. People weren’t supposed to check each other out in nudist camps, were they? Weren’t they all supposed to be tree-hugging hippy types who simply weren’t interested in the fact that everybody was nude?

Apparently not. At least three times on the way to the bathroom he eventually reached, he saw girls smiling at him in a plainly flirtatious manner. At last, he entered the public bathroom block and was shielded. Locked in his own toilet booth, he sighed a huge sigh. How was he going to cope with four weeks of this?

He made it back to the tent in one piece, hoping witnesses would assume his blushing was merely sunburn. But he did well not to look at any of the people along the way, so didn’t even see how they were reacting to him this time.

He had a couple of hours peace back at the tent, taking advantage of the relative lack of people around to soak up some rays and hope that his pasty white skin browned a bit so that he wouldn’t look quite so ridiculous in the nude. Lying on his front was fine: he could handle that as people walked by, but he found it difficult to lie on his back and display everything for all to see. That made him feel very self-conscious indeed.

As lunchtime came around, and steadily more and more people drifted back along the lane towards their tents, Ben decided it was probably best to head inside. He went into his little room, lay on his bed and found a novel. Since he hadn’t packed any of his clothes, one thing he’d had room for was a number of books. It looked like he was going to be doing a lot of reading this particular vacation.

His parents came back for a light meal, and seemed to be as happy as they had ever been. They were all smiles and bubbly conversation about how nice it was down by the lake, around the swimming pool and so on. They had met another English couple who were going to take them on at tennis that afternoon. Ben grimaced. The thought of his parents bouncing around a tennis court in the nude was not the most aesthetically pleasing picture. Still, they were happy. All Ben had to do was stick it out, read his books, survive. It was a little bit like a prison, though, so far, albeit a sunny prison.

During lunch, Ben saw that Alena’s parents were having their own lunch opposite them. They were late risers, then - they hadn’t come out of their tent yet that day. The two of them seemed far more natural to this than his own parents: their skin’s were tanned to golden and they weren’t at all out of trim. Her mother was really quite attractive, in fact, although way out of Ben’s particular age range.

After allowing the food to settle a little, Ben’s parents headed for the tennis courts, and when he saw that Alena’s parents had taken towels and headed for either the lake of the swimming pool, Ben decided to risk a bit more sun bathing. He rubbed sun cream onto his skin, spread his towel out on the grass and lay on his back in a desperate attempt to relax. He closed his eyes, breathed deeply and tried to imagine that he was on his own and that no one whatsoever would be able to see him.

And after the late night when they had arrived at the camp, Ben actually drifted off to sleep.

*4*

When he awoke, he was actually a little startled that he’d gone to sleep - it made him feel as though he’d lost control. He found himself waking up to yet another erection, the result no doubt of thought of Alena drifting into his sleep. Damn it, how many people would have seen that in broad daylight? He felt like a complete muppet.

Then he sat bolt upright and covered his crotch: the lyrical sound of Alena’s voice came across the lane. Shock swamped his system: the stunning French girl was sitting there at her table, and couldn’t have failed to see him lying there right out in front of the tent. But that wasn’t all: she was sitting there with two friends, all facing his way.

“Bonjour Ben!” Alena called across the way, holding up her palm in cheerful greeting.

“Hello,” he replied, giving her a sheepish smile.

One of her friends leaned over and whispered something in her ear. Alena grinned and said something back, not in a whisper, but in French so Ben couldn’t understand anyway. He’d always been useless at languages at school.

“Why don’t you come over?” Alena called to him, “we have a spare seat here.” She said, indicating the chair opposite her at the table. Her two friends giggled at the suggestion.

Heat flooded Ben’s upper body. Now he was locked in a huge dilemma, that his English upbringing hated beyond all else: if he did accept their invitation, he would have to walk over there and sit right next to three gorgeous naked young girls - a seriously embarrassing course of action. However, if he didn’t…well…they would probably think him an odd guy, and even worse, a boring guy.

With a deep sigh, he stood up and approached the girls, carrying that towel in front of him yet again. It made him feel like a toddler with a comfort blanket as he sat down at the table.

“It’s very nice to see you again, Ben,” Alena smiled sweetly as he sat, “you have a nice sleep?”

“Uh…yeah…thanks,” he said quietly.

“We all enjoyed it,” she said, and her friends giggled again briefly. A flush came over Ben yet again. Nudists weren’t supposed to be sexual, were they? That was against the rules. Not fair. Still, he had to be brave. The trouble was that with beautiful flesh all around him, he had nowhere safe to look at.

“Ben, this is Sabrina,” Alena introduced him to the dark-haired, golden-skinned girl on her right. “She is from Verona.”

“Hello, Ben,” she said, her accent very strong indeed. She had a nice smile and a pretty face, which Ben tried to focus on as he smiled a greeting at her, desperately trying to keep his eyes up from those round breasts and the little dark triangle between her legs.

“And this is Béatrice - she is like me, from France.” Béatrice was a little paler than the others, with brown hair and cute freckles on her nose. She gave him a bewitching smile and shook his hand.

“It is nice…you…to meet…” she said, her English not so strong as the others, but still probably a few thousand times better than Ben’s French would be.

“Hi,” he smiled back at her.

Ben sat back on the chair, much as they did, but with the towel bunched up on his lap. Alena’s two friends were just as comfortable with their nudity as she was, that was plain. The way they sat back in their chair, they really didn’t mind what he saw. But damn it, he was British. Eyes up.

For a moment, though, he really wished that he wasn’t British. For one thing, he’d be much more comfortable and would probably have a much more pleasurable experience here if he didn’t have this awful self-consciousness hanging around him. Oh to be Continental. Still, nothing he could do about it now: it was a part of him he couldn’t change.

“So are you having a good time?” Alena asked him.

“It’s all right,” he said, sounding as up-beat as he could. “A bit hot, I suppose.”

“Well maybe you should come down to the lake with us to cool off, non?”

“How long are you staying, Ben?” Sabrina asked him in her exquisite Italian accent. Just like Alena’s, it sent a wonderful shiver down his spine just hearing her.

“Uh…about four weeks,” he said.

“Mmm,” the dark Italian girl smiled at her friends, a little conspiratorially Ben thought. The other two girls grinned back, similar ideas seemingly running through their minds.

“It’s going to be a lot of fun, uh?” Alena chuckled. Béatrice looked confused, so the redhead translated for her and she nodded in agreement.

“Ben, we were wondering if you wanted to come down to the lake with us?” Sabrina said, and he couldn’t help but feel his penis stirring beneath his towel at the beautiful sound of her voice.

“Uh…” he said, “well I did say I’d wait for my parents to come back…” he lied. He couldn’t help it. It was all just too much for him.

“I’m sure they will understand,” Alena said.

“Well, I don’t know…” he said, looking for a way out.

“Please?” was all sweet Béatrice could manage.

“I would love to,” he said sadly, “but I really do have to wait.”

“Ah well,” Alena shrugged, “maybe later, uh? We need to feel the water on our bodies right now.” She smiled at him and stood up, and Ben found his eyes on her tender pussy again briefly before he managed to look away. The other two girls also stood, grabbing the beach towels that were hanging on the backs of their chairs.

“See you soon, I hope, Ben,” Sabrina said before the three beautiful girls turned to head down the lane. Ben waved at them and headed back to his own tent.

“Ben?” he turned to Alena’s call.

“Yes?”

“Do you have a girlfriend, Ben?” she asked.

“Uh…no…” he stammered.

Smiles beamed from the three girls. “Soon, Ben,” Alena waved and they were away.

*5*

Suppertime came and went, a few things thrown on the barbecue, and Ben sat out there with his parents while the sun began to wind its way down towards the horizon. It had been a fairly terrible day: the only times it had not been boring, he had been subjected to embarrassing scrutiny by young female eyes.

Across the way, Alena’s parents ate supper without her: it seemed as though they hardly ever actually came into contact with their daughter, as though the two generations were in different time zones. It was only after the parents had finished eating and had gone out for the evening that their young daughter arrived back at the tent.

She smiled at Ben and waved at him briefly before entering her tent. To Ben’s dismay, his parents noticed it, then went all parenty on him.

“Made some friends already, then, Ben?” his father grinned at him. Ben just wanted him to mind his own business, but that kind of sentiment wouldn’t have kept his parents in a good mood.

“A few,” he said.

“Seems like a nice girl,” his mother said. “Who is she?”

Ben sighed, “she’s French. Alena, I think her name is.”

“How long is she here for?”

“I don’t know…the whole summer, I assume.”

“She’s very pretty.”

He didn’t respond, kept quiet, desperately wanting them to lay off the subject. He sank his nose back into the novel he’d been reading and hoped sincerely that his parents were done. But his parents weren’t to be the real problem.

“Bonjour Ben,” he looked up and his eyes widened in surprise. Alena herself had wandered over towards them.

“Look, Ben, it’s your friend,” his mother said quietly and pointlessly. The redhead stepped towards them, doing nothing whatsoever to conceal herself. Ben gulped nervously.

“Uh…yeah,” he said to his mother, and then looked up at the sensational approaching. “Hi, Alena.” He noticed his parents congratulating themselves silently that their son had found such and attractive girl to get to know.

“You want to come down to the lake with me?” she smiled briefly at Ben’s parents and they flashed greeting smiles back at her.

“Uh…mum…dad….this is Alena,” he said.

“Hello Alena, very nice to meet you,” his parents said with broad, approving grins on their faces. Ben just wanted the ground to swallow him.

“Hello, it’s very nice to meet you, too,” she said back to them. “May I take your son with me down to the lake?” She laid a soft hand on Ben’s shoulder as she made her plea. Ben sighed. His parents would be full of questions later.

“Of course,” his mother said cheerfully.

“Well…” Ben said apologetically.

“Oh, go on Ben,” his father said, “don’t worry about us - we’ll get the washing-up done without you.”

“You go and have a good time, dear,” his mother added.

Ben took a deep breath. There was no way he could get out of this one. It was a choice between the embarrassment of being naked in front of multitudes of strangers, or be interrogated by his parents. He stood up. For once, the least complicated course of action was to go along with the nude French girl and head down to the lake.

“Bravo!” Alena clapped her hands together in joy as Ben grabbed his towel and murmured a quick goodbye to his parents, ignoring their self-congratulatory grins as he went. The divine redhead took his hand in hers and led him away from the tent.

“That wasn’t fair,” he said to her when they were out of his parents’ earshot. “That was as bad as blackmail.”

“I had to get you away from there somehow, Ben,” she grinned. “You’ll have a terrible time if you don’t stop being so shy.”

“I’m not shy,” he said, “it’s just…”

“Oh don’t worry,” she said, “I like that about you, Ben. It’s…what’s the word? Refreshing?” She squeezed his hand affectionately.

A lot of people were passing them by, heading back for their evening meals no doubt. Ben was quite thankful for that towel. But it still felt very odd just walking past all those naked people - and being in the company of such an extraordinarily attractive naked girl to boot.

“You know, the other men around here…they all love themselves,” she said, and Ben found that at least with her at his side he wasn’t forced to look at her and could keep some kind of self-control going. “They all walk around flaunting themselves, wanting all the girls to look at them…it sickens me sometimes.”

“Uh huh,” he said, not really knowing what to say in such a situation.

“But you…you are different,” she squeezed his hand again.

“Well…you know…” he said, shrugging, “I haven’t really done this sort of thing before.”

“You’ll get used to it,” she said, “then maybe you’ll stop being so shy, uh?” she giggled. “But you know what you have to do if you’re frightened of something?”

“What?” he said, feeling dread entering his veins. He had a feeling he knew what was coming.

“You have to face your fear!” quite suddenly, she grabbed his towel and fled. Horror filled his body all the way down to his toes: sheer unbridled terror. It was moment, that moment he’d had nightmares about all his life. But this time, it was real. He might not have been in a swimming pool, wasn’t anywhere near his school or college, but there was no mistaking it. He was in the middle of a fairly crowded place, completely an utterly naked, without a stitch to protect him. He felt more vulnerable than he had ever felt before. Oh come, friendly bombs, and fall on Ben.

A few people looked his way, amused that his companion had suddenly dashed away. HE returned a few glances with a slightly embarrassed smile and, with that strange light-headed feel of shock still in his system, he walked towards the lake. No sudden movements. It was like facing a dangerous creature - if he made any sudden movements, he would attract more attention and that would be fatal. Much better just to take a deep breath and calmly go on as usual. As though nothing had happened.

But there were so many people around now. He was at the centre of the entire place, where everything was - the bathrooms, toilets, the laundry, the restaurant, the shop, the swimming pool. Everything. Most people had gone home for supper, but there was still so much flesh out there.