The Girl I Love

By Aldric

This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.

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This story depicts minors in unusual conditions that may include unprotected, unsafe sex or extreme humiliation. Obviously, this does not describe real life and should not be taken as such. In the real world, behaviors as described in the story are not acceptable, tolerated, or legal. The reader should never confuse the difference between fiction and real life. This story is fictional.

The Girl I Love

Why the hell are we programmed to like someone? Or even stronger, love them. Even when it leads to horribly embarrassing events?

In my case, it is April McKensy. She’s fourteen, the same as me. In fact, our birthdays are only two weeks apart. She’s the older one.

I tried to tell her last year that I was in love with her, but I just couldn’t say the words. I mumbled something, I don’t even remember what, and she laughed at me. I ran away. This year, I tried again.

I got it out at least. I said I wanted to go on a date. She smiled, but shook her head. “Not with you. Everyone thinks you’re weird.”

“Weird how?” I asked. I was surprised. I didn’t think I was weird at all.

But Cora Baskins told me to get lost. She and April are best friends, but they are nothing alike. April is a million times better looking. And not so mean. I tried again.

“What makes you think I’m weird?”

“Carl, just go away. You don’t want trouble. Everyone thinks you’re strange. The clothes you wear, the way you act. Just go, okay?”

“Yeah, go, and immediately,” Cora added. “Or else we’ll see to it that you’ll wish you had.”

April put her hand on Cora’s shoulder and gave her a slight tug backwards. “We don’t need to make threats,” she said to her best friend. Then she looked back to me. “Go. Now.”

I stood there for a few seconds, trying to think of what I said wrong. Or what was wrong with me. I was dressed just like everyone else. Well, nearly. Dad didn’t make much money, so many of my clothes were bought at flea markets or used clothing stores. But I saw Cora slip under April’s hand and was about to confront me again, so I turned and left, still in the dark.

I forgot about it as the last days of the school year dripped by. But I didn’t forget April. She occupied a big part of my thoughts. Especially right after I got into bed. That led to some other actions that many might think were very weird. You know, something down below got hard, and my right hand….

Better to leave that unsaid.

It was about a week after school was out for the summer that I went to lake. It was hot, very hot, even for June. That made the water feel cold when I first got in. On the way, I’d seen April on the beach, laying on a towel in her bathing suit. I wanted to talk, to try again, but seeing her with most of her beautiful body exposed made me get hard, so I hurried to the lake. But Cora had seen me. I think before I got hard, back when I first spotted April in a bikini.

The cooler water helped. My dick got soft again without me having to try and do something to make the hardness go away, like what I did in bed at night before falling asleep.

But then I noticed that Cora and her younger sister were both coming towards me. Sheryl is thirteen, and rude as hell. She swears worse than Danny Conners, a boy in my grade.

I had no idea what they wanted, but I was pretty sure it wasn’t going to be pleasant. I was in water that came to just above my belly button, so most of my upper half was exposed. I was a bit ashamed. I’m not very muscular. Dad says I should do exercises, like pullups and pushups, but those are boring.

“I told you to stop harassing April,” Cora said as she and her sister got close. “But you don’t listen. So now I have to use stronger methods to make you stop bothering her. Give us your suit.”

“I didn’t even go near her,” I proclaimed. “And I am not going to give you my suit.” I wasn’t sure what they had planned, but letting Cora, who’s the same age as me, and Sheryl, who’s a year younger, see me naked wasn’t going to happen. Even if I had to fight girls.

“You turned and started towards her until you saw me,” Cora accused. She might have been right; I think I did take a step or two towards April.

“The suit,” she continued. “If you give it to us now, it will be right up there on the beach where your shirt and shoes are. I’ll make sure nobody takes it. But if we have to strip you, all of your stupid-looking old clothes will disappear. They’ll end up back where you got them. The second-hand store.”

Like I said earlier, I’m not very muscular. But I wasn’t going to give up the only think I was wearing without a fight. After all, it was just two girls.

Or so I thought. I was suddenly grabbed from behind. My legs were kicked forward, allowing the person behind me to pull me backwards and duck my head under. As soon as that happened, I could feel one of the girls grab my legs while the other began untying the knot on the string that held them up.

A moment later, my suit was down to my knees. I struggled, trying to breathe, and eventually broke free of the person who held my head down. But my suit was just clearing my ankles.

Behind me was Henry Baker, a boy the same age as me. He let me go as his role was now done. I got my legs under me and saw Cora and Sheryl swimming towards shore with my suit. I was now naked in the lake.

Henry gave me a slight push and swam around me, following the girls.

I watched as they went straight to where my towel, shirt, and shoes were. They gathered them up and ran across the sand and over the hill.

I waited, praying that they’d come back. And they did, about fifteen minutes later, but without my clothes. Then they joined April and they all watched me.

What the hell was I supposed to do? I couldn’t come out of the water naked. There were at least fifty kids on the beach, most of them within a couple of years of my age. But as more time passed, I still had an erection and none of them had moved to go and get my clothes from where ever they had put them.

More kids were showing up. I had to make up my mind. The beach would be the hang-out place for older kids later in the afternoon, and as much as I didn’t want to be seen naked by kids my age, I didn’t want to have to show my body to high school age kids.

Then I saw Cora talking to David Smith. He lived next door to me. He laughed, looked at me, and got into the lake.

“Show me,” he said when he got to me. “Get on your back and let me see.”

“Go to hell,” I said. I rarely swear, but this was really pissing me off.

“April sent me out here to offer you a deal,” he responded. “You float, on your back, all the way to the shore. Then you get out and you go home as you are. You can say anything you want to your dad, but there are at least twenty kids who will say you arrived naked and that nobody stripped you. I will go home with you to make sure that nobody does anything except look at you.”

I tried to interrupt, to tell him to go to hell again, but he continued. “If you don’t do it, they will tie you to the raft and everyone will swim out to see you. I have to wait until anyone who wants to see and or touch you has had the chance, and then I’m allowed to untie you. You’ll still have to go home naked, but you won’t have my protection. At least if you leave now, you can use your hands to cover up.”

That said, he backed off a bit, but didn’t leave.

I hadn’t believed that they’d leave me naked, but they had. I didn’t believe that they’d hide my clothes, but that also had happened. Now, I had to believe that they would tie me to the raft, which was anchored twenty feet or so from the beach. It currently had five boys between the ages of about ten and fifteen on it. If I was hauled up there naked, I didn’t think any of them would help. Not help me, but they might help to tie me.

I couldn’t float and cover my dick, so it rose up out of the water as I paddled towards shore. I was still well short of the edge before I was spotted, and then dozens of kids, boys and girls, came running towards me.

The hell with waiting until I was at the shore. I got up and covered up, and began running. Kids followed behind, and those further up the beach moved in front of me, blocking my escape. My arms were forced to the sides, and I stood there, naked as the day I was born, with my dick twitching in the sun. I saw April push her way through the crowd and stand right in front of me. Her eyes were on my privates.

She looked for a long time. Then she spoke.

“Not as pitiful and small as the rest of you,” she said, finally looking me in the eye. “I’m going to tell them to let you go. If you can stand there and prove your balls work, I’ll go with you and get your clothes. Or, you can just go home as you are.”

She looked at the two boys holding me. “Let him go.”

They did. At first, my hands went to my dick to cover up. I never wanted for anyone to watch me do what I did many nights in bed before sleep. But I also didn’t want to go home naked. It would take me at least half an hour, and even more kids would see me.

I began stroking it. I closed my eyes, and pictured April like I did in bed. Naked, proud, and beautiful. It worked. Even with scores of kids watching, I managed to get myself to the brink. Then, over it. Burst after burst of cum shot out, arching up a few inches in the air and then landing two feet from my toes in the sand.

“Let’s go,” April said as she grabbed the hand that hadn’t been touching my dick. As we turned, she ordered the kids in front of us to step aside. To my surprise, they did, and we walked forward. Off the beach, and over the hill, all the way to a trash can. There, inside, were my bathing suit, shirt, towel, and shoes. I quickly put the suit on, and then the shirt. Lastly, the shoes.

“Thank you,” I said to her. “I’ll leave you alone now.”

“No,” she said, making me stop and turn back to her.

“I liked what I saw. You, frightened, shy, scared. But your junk is full sized. If you’d be willing to put on a show for me once or twice a month, you can be around me a little without worries. Sometimes, I’ll allow Cora and her sister to watch. Perhaps other girls on other times. But for now, Cora won’t chase you away. And I promise you more of this.”

Without warning, she stepped forward and embraced me and began kissing me. She even pushed her tongue inside my mouth, something I thought was gross but I didn’t try and stop her.

“Who knows, maybe one time I’ll even let you see my tits. Or perhaps, even touch them. It’s up to you. I’ll see you around.”

She turned and headed back over the hill towards the beach. I went home, where I had another session stroking my full-sized dick, and filling a tissue with my dick juice.

I hung around the house for the next couple of days. I remembered the kiss. And her words. How she liked seeing me, scared and shy. More than that, I remembered that she wanted to see me naked. It would mean that I could be around her though.

At night, I pictured her differently than I had in the past. Now, she was still naked, but I was allowed to touch her. Everywhere. As me in the daydream got off, so did me in bed.

Nobody stopped by, and eventually I got bored enough to venture back towards town. I avoided the beach as I wanted to walk past her house. I don’t know what I expected, but I was hopeful that maybe it might turn out good.

April was there, sitting on one of the two porch seats. She saw me and smiled and told me to come up on the porch.

“I haven’t seen you for a few days,” she began as soon as I sat next to her. “Are you angry with me?”

“No, never,” I pouted. I could never be angry with her. “I was just, uh, busy.”

“Now that’s a lie and we both know it. Are you ready for another kiss?”

I nodded and immediately felt my dick begin to harden.

“Let’s go inside. You’ll have to earn it, but I’ll make it worthwhile.”

I followed her in. The house was neat and quiet. “Wait here,” she said while we were in the front room. “I’m going to go and get something, and when I come back, I want you totally naked.”

She didn’t wait for a reply. Instead, she went up the steps to where I guessed her room was. Or maybe she just needed to pee. Or perhaps maybe if I got naked, she’d return as bare as she wanted me. No, I didn’t believe that, but it was a nice thought that made my dick finish getting hard.

I started with shoes and socks, as they didn’t cover anything I minded other people seeing. And that thought made me turn around and look. The blinds on the front window were open. She wanted me naked where anyone passing by would be able to see me. I moved to a corner where it wasn’t as bright.

“How are you doing?” she called from upstairs. “Are you naked yet?”

“Uh, almost,” I said. I thought about the kiss. Something I wanted. And the price to earn it. I removed my shirt. Do or die time, I thought. Get naked, or get the hell out of her house and never come back. And I wanted to come back. So, I quickly shed my shorts and boxers.

“I’m ready I guess,” I shouted back.

“Okay, I’m coming down, but I want you to close your eyes and keep them closed. I have a surprise for you.”

My dick jerked as I wondered what the surprise was. I kept my eyes closed, but I could hear her soft footsteps on the carpet. She came close, but didn’t touch me. And then she went away where I couldn’t hear her. She was gone for nearly a minute before she returned.

“Okay, open your eyes.” She was right in front of me, and as soon as I opened my eyes, she leaned forward and gave me the same kiss she’d given a few days ago on the beach. Her tongue pushed into my mouth as she hugged and kissed me for many enjoyable seconds.

I could feel my dick pressed against her until the kiss ended and she stepped back. I was a bit disappointed to see that she wasn’t naked, even though I knew she wouldn’t be. She hadn’t removed any of her clothing, and I was naked. Which made me look around.

“Where’s my clothes?” I demanded.

“Oh, you’re getting bolder,” she giggled. “Soon you’ll be telling me what to do. You don’t need your clothing; we’re going to the beach.”

“Not naked,” I pleaded. “I’m sorry if I did something to piss you off, but I can’t…”

“Don’t worry, not naked. Put your shoes on.”

Hoping that wasn’t all I’d be wearing, I did as she ordered. Once I finished tying them, she smiled.

“I brought you this to wear.” She handed over a very skimpy-looking suit. “It’s a speedo, and it will look wonderful on you. But first, you have to get rid of that erection. It’s just the two of us this time, nobody else is watching. Get started.”

I wondered, is that what love means? Doing insanely stupid things because the person you love asks you to? Or in April’s case, ordered me?

I looked around for a tissue. She must have guessed what I needed.

“I don’t want anything blocking you shooting,” she started. “We’ll do it out back. Then you can just let it shoot onto the grass.” She grabbed my arm and pulled me through the kitchen and out the back door.

Her back yard was fenced, but that didn’t mean that anyone in an upstairs bedroom wouldn’t be able to see me. Naked, in her yard, jacking off. If an adult saw that, I’d be in trouble for sure. I knew that Cora and Sheryl lived next door, so I made sure to look closely at that house as I expected to see one or both of them. But I saw nobody.

I tried to keep from looking around and paying attention to what my dick needed. I made the mistake of looking at April and saw she was smiling as she focused on my middle. I got to work.

In a strange way, it was exciting to be outside, naked, and jacking off in front of a girl. I kind of got into it. And it paid off, for less than three minutes later, my cum was shooting out in arcs and landing in the grass.

“Here,” April said, handing me the skimpy item of clothing. “Put this on and we’ll go and hang out at the beach for an hour or so. When we return, perhaps I’ll reward you even more.”

I dressed, if you can call it that. The speedo was very tiny and tight fitting, and my dick was clearly outlined inside it. She led me to the gate and ignored my request for a shirt. We walked side-by-side towards the lake.

She nudged me off to one side where I saw Cora, Sheryl, and two boys who I knew were Sheryl’s friends. Some towels were scattered about, and April directed me to lie down between the group of kids. I was hardly on my back before the boys pulled both of my arms to the side and quickly slipped a rope with a slip knot in it over my wrists. Then they pulled my arms so they were straight out to the sides and tied the other end of the ropes to stakes that had been hidden under the towels.

“Sheryl, are you sure you want to do this?” April asked. “You know the price, and I won’t back down.”

“Hell, yeah,” the thirteen-year-old responded. She did frown however. “He’s just a nurd. A shy, little boy. I’ll do it, after I’m finished.”

With that, she began tugging the speedo down. With my arms bound, all I could do was try and kick her, and that wasn’t a wise idea. At least that was what Cora said.

“You kick my sister and I’ll squeeze your balls until you can sing soprano,” she warned. “She isn’t going to hurt you.”

I gave up fighting her, but it still took both of the boys to lift my legs enough for her to pull the speedo off. Then she reached for the beach bag next to where she’d been sitting.

“See this?” she asked, holding the container in front of my eyes. “It is going to make you as hairless as a boy of ten.”

There was laughter all around me as she began smearing the stuff from just below my belly button down to my dick. When she’d done my whole groin, she smeared some more onto my balls. Then everyone watched and waited.

I didn’t know what to expect, but in just a few minutes I could feel it getting hot. And then hotter. I complained.

“Don’t be a baby,” Sheryl laughed. “I use it on my legs, and I know it isn’t that bad.”

“But you probably never used it on the parts that you put it on him,” April countered. “Boys, let his arms loose.”

Not wanting to end up on April’s shit list like I was, they quickly reacted and loosened the knots on my wrists.

“Go get in the lake and rinse it until the burning is gone,” she said to me. She didn’t offer the speedo, and I didn’t wait to ask for it. The burning was getting worse, especially on my balls.

The other side of the beach was where kids around my age were. This side was pretty much the 8 through 11-year-old kids. An even number of boys and girls. And once one of them said something about a naked boy, they all looked to where he was pointing.

I pushed through them, trying my best to not knock them down or hurt any of them. Once in the lake, I rubbed the places that hurt. The burning quickly went away. Along with all of my pubic hair.

The younger kids had gathered around me. They had seen me with pubic hair, and now it was gone, and they all thought that was totally hilarious. Again, careful to not cause problems, I pushed through them and returned to where April, Cora, and Sheryl waited. The boys were gone.

The girls also thought that being hairless down below was the funniest thing they’d ever seen, but after a minute or two of laughing at me, Cora and Sheryl held up beach towels between them and me.

“Go ahead, Sheryl,” her sister snickered. “Give the boy a look at his first topless girl.”

She wasn’t laughing now, and Cora had to warn her twice that she would have the boys assist in stripping her if she didn’t get started.

I didn’t even try to pretend that I wasn’t interested as Sheryl removed the top of her bathing suit. Her tits were bigger than they looked under clothing, and her nipples were brightly pink and sticking out. I wanted to touch them, but didn’t dare.

“Thirty seconds, we’ll tell you when,” April said.

I was thrilled. She was thirteen, and while I’d much rather be looking at April’s tits, I didn’t mind seeing Sheryl’s. The thirty seconds were up much too quickly, and once her price for being allowed to make me hairless had been paid, she quickly dressed.

“You don’t get your suit back until you make that boner go away,” Sheryl jeered once she was dressed.

The towels were down, and many of the younger girls who had seen me naked in the pool came by and asked if they could watch. April told them they could. I now had over a dozen girls watching me as I began stroking my dick. I fired five quick bursts into the sand, covered it over, and took the offered speedo from April.

“You did good, better than I expected,” April stated as we returned to her house. Only once we got close, we saw a car in the driveway.

“Oh, my mom got home early. I can’t let her see you dressed like that, and I can’t hardly sneak your clothes out either. You’re going to have to go home as you are. Call me tomorrow and I’ll tell you if it is safe to come back to my house. I’ll find a way to make it up for you. Oh, and when you return, just wear what you have on now so you don’t have extra clothes to carry home.”

I tried to complain, but she kept on walking towards her house. She signaled behind her back for me to leave.

The two blocks I had to cross to get home gave plenty of thrills to several girls. Trying to hide the clear image of my dick seemed like a good idea at first, but then, with my fingers touching it, my dick began to harden. I ran the rest of the way, my arms swinging at my sides and my dick plainly on display.

That night, after my bedtime ritual jack off session, I thought about things. Like, why did I still love the girl who only seemed interested in me when I was scared and humiliated. I didn’t understand it. Yet I did still love her. And she said she’d make up for me having to go home nearly naked.

My mind shifted to another thought. She’d let me see Sheryl Baskins topless, something I never would have seen if not for her. Of course, my price for seeing that was that I no longer had any pubic hair.

The next morning, I called April early, right after eight o’clock, hoping to be able to make the trip to her house before other kids were up and outside. She said she had to go to the store, but would be home in half an hour and to show up then.

As it would only take ten minutes to walk there, I took a shower and used the time to jack off, hoping it would keep me from getting hard. I looked carefully out the front window before heading out the front door.

I walked fast, watching windows on the houses I passed for anyone seeing me. But luck was with me, all the way until I got to April’s house. On her front porch were two girls the same age as me.

Taylor Warwick was cute and had always been nice to me. Kate Fitzerald was her best friend, and while she’d never been rude or mean to me, she wasn’t as nice as Kate. They both looked up and smiled as I approached.

“Wow, that’s a clothing change I could approve,” Kate said. “April isn’t home, but she said if you showed up to take you to the back yard.” She and Taylor stood and headed around the house.

I was uncomfortable being dressed in just shoes and the stretchable fabric bathing suit, but the back yard was fenced and it was better than being on the front porch.

“I heard that you let Cora Baskin’s little sister removed all your pubic hair,” Taylor said as she closed the gate behind us. “Will you let us see you?”

“No, sorry, but not that,” I mumbled. I was not going to expose myself to them for their pleasure. At least not unless I got something in return. Like seeing one or both of them naked.

But they surprised me with a well-choreographed maneuver that left me face-down on the grass. My arms were pulled behind my back as the two girls each put one knee on my back to hold me down. Then something was wrapped around each wrist.

They got off me and helped me up. Something metal was between my two wrists, and I couldn’t get them free.

“Cora said you’d be difficult,” Taylor stated. “There is a keyless lock that can only be opened in one of two ways. Cora’s phone, or her sister’s fingerprint.”

“Yeah, all you had to do was let us see what she and Sheryl saw,” Kate added. “And several other little girls from what I’d heard.”

Having said that, Kate quickly pulled the suit down to my ankles and ordered me to step out of it.

Instead, I spread my legs as far to the side as I could. But it didn’t work. They tickled me and eventually got the suit off over my legs. Now I stood in front of them naked, and of course, my dick got hard.

“We had to see you,” Taylor said. “All you had to do was let us see. Now you’ll have to go next door and see if Cora or Sheryl will release you. But one thing she told us is true. We all expected you to have a little dick and small balls. But you’re bigger than we thought. Not exceptionally, but not small for your age.”

“But without the hair, you still could pass for someone younger,” Kate agreed. Taking my only piece of clothing with them, they left, leaving the gate open.

But I’d had enough. More than enough. I went out the gate. My decision was final. It was going to be horrible, but I could no longer pretend that this was fun or a part of growing up. Instead of going next door, I headed for home. Naked, with my wrists locked behind my back. I’d be seen, no doubt about that. But someone would call the police. And then the girls would have to answer questions.

I’d only gotten as far as the sidewalk when I saw April coming from the direction of a grocery store. She had a plastic bag in each hand. As soon as she saw me, she came running forward.

“Did Cora and Sheryl do this?” she asked as she looked at the lock holding my wrists bound.

I didn’t answer, but instead, went around her and continued towards home. She caught up with me instantly.

“Get caught? Is that your plan?” she asked as she walked along next to me. “Do you think that is the best solution? If so, then for the first time, you have a plan other than to allow it to happen. I was hoping I’d be the cause of that. Now I can respect you.”

I said nothing. My dick was twitching wildly. I thought about how the police would handle this. Who would see me. My resolve was slipping away.

“I’ll get in trouble too,” April admitted. “I’ll be honest with them. Cora will get arrested. Maybe I will too. She is very popular, more so than me. Kids at school will be pissed at you, even though this is her and my fault.”

“So?” I asked, wishing I felt as sure as I sounded. “What will they do? Strip me naked? Been there, done that, thanks to you.”

“Whether you believe this or not, my purpose was to get you to overcome your shyness. I do like you, but if I hung out with you like you were before this, I’d lose respect. I probably deserve it. I certainly never thought it would end like this. There is still time, if you are brave enough to confront Cora directly. Otherwise, I’m afraid that you and I are done. If you get us arrested, I won’t dare risk trying to become your friend. In fact, I’m sure I’ll have a restraining order forbidding me from having contact with you. So, I’m stopping here. If you go on, I’m going home, and I’ll honestly answer the questions the police will ask me.”

And she did stop. I still loved her. I still wanted to have her as a friend. I’d been lucky so far, no other kids had seen me. And more importantly, no adult had either. Maybe confronting Cora was a better starting point. I was losing my courage, I knew that. But I couldn’t see how getting other girls arrested and charged with serious crimes was going to help. I just wanted the nakedness to end. Or better yet, to become mutual. I paused, and turned.

April was walking towards her home, now three houses away. She didn’t look back. I followed. When she got to Cora’s house, she set the two bags with groceries down and went to the door.

“Tell them I’ll be in the back yard. There will be a price for me to not go to the police.” My voice surprised her; she obviously didn’t know that I’d turned around too. She nodded at me as she knocked, no, not knocked, she pounded on the door.

I was already in April’s back yard before it was answered. But it only took minutes before April, Cora, and Sheryl were there. Sheryl was smiling. The other two were not, they looked scared.

“Sheryl did this without my knowledge,” Cora began, but I cut her off.

“Save it. You are all in trouble. First, release me. Get me my clothes, and not that skimpy little bathing suit, the clothes I was wearing yesterday. Then we can talk about how this ends.”

“It was because he got to see me topless,” Sheryl said. “The little twrip saw my tits!”

“It was the price you agreed to before I let you remove his pubes,” April said.

“I don’t care if he calls the police. He’ll be in trouble too. For making me get half naked on the beach in front of him. Let him explain that.”

“Screw this,” I shouted, perhaps a little too loudly. “April is right, if I go to the police, things won’t get better for me. But I’m not going to put up with this any longer. Get the lock off my wrists, and get my clothes, or to hell with all of us. I’ve got a price for each of you to pay, and I plan to earn it one way or another.”

Cora ordered her sister to release the lock. Sheryl refused, so Cora used her phone. A second later, my wrists were freed.

“Your clothes are in the house,” April said. “Let’s go in and discuss this.”

“No, go in and get them. What happens will happen out here.” I was feeling more and more sure of myself. “And when you come out, I want you as naked as I am.” I turned to Cora and Sheryl. “Both of you, strip. We’re all going to be naked.”

I hesitated for a mental ten-count, and then ordered it again, this time putting some spit and vinegar into my voice.

April hurried into the house. Cora began by kicking off her shoes. When her sister did nothing, so ordered her to strip.

“No fucking way,” Sheryl yelled. “That little pervert has already seen enough of me. He won’t get a second chance.”

“Matt Jones and Tony Chandler are worried about getting into trouble for stripping him at the beach,” Cora said. “And I don’t want Mom and Dad finding out all that we’ve done. If I call your two friends, they will come and do the same to you. Get naked, and let’s see where this is going. Otherwise, you’re on your own.”

I could see that Sheryl was stunned by her sister’s words. And I knew now that she was more worried about the two boys who’d held my arms and let her strip the skimpy little suit off me. But it still took one more warning from April before she made up her mind.

“Do it,” April said in an even voice. “Or you sister and I will tell everyone this was all your idea. Involving Matt and Tony, everything, blamed on you. It won’t protect any of us from legal problems if Carl goes to the police, but I believe I can convince other kids at school that it was all your idea. You already don’t have many friends. Without Matt and Tony to protect you, your nastiness to other kids will come back to hurt you.”

I turned. April was fully naked, and she had my clothes. She handed them to me, and didn’t try and cover any part of her. I couldn’t help but stare. The girl I loved, now naked in front of me. My nightly wish come true. And I felt horrible for making her expose herself. I almost apologized, but caught myself just in time. That Carl West was gone. I wasn’t him anymore. The new Carl West had to be strong.

I moved to where I could see all three girls. Cora had just removed her panties, and now stood naked next to April. She also didn’t try and cover any part of her body. That left Sheryl.

“Calling your friends isn’t an idle threat,” Cora said. “I will, and you know damn well they won’t mind getting you as naked as April and I are.”

That did it. Clearly embarrassed, Sheryl did undress. Unlike her sister and April, she covered her groin.

“Two things will end this, hopefully forever,” I said. “First, I want all three of you as hairless as I am. And then I want to learn how girls jack off. I’ll learn by watching the three of you do it, right here in the back yard. Then we all get dressed and you’ll have my promise that I won’t tell anyone about this or what you three did to me.”

“Never,” Sheryl pronounced. “Get your jollys with my sister and your girlfriend. I’m not…”

As she talked, her sister had gone to her jeans and pulled out Sheryl’s phone. She pressed some buttons, and then spoke into it.

“Matt, this is Cora, not Sheryl. You told me you thought things went too far at the beach, and you were right. I want you and Tony to come to April McKensy’s house. It will solve your fear at being punished for what you did to Carl West.”

“No, not them,” Sheryl pleaded softly. “Please, I’ll do it. Tell them not to come.”

“Wait,” Cora said. She pushed a button and then spoke to her sister. “One chance, and one only. You do what Carl wants or they come, even if they get to see me and April naked too. And you will strip for them later, just them and me, no other people need to see or know about it.”

Sheryl looked horrified. I knew the look; I’d had it myself many times in the last week. But with tears rolling down her cheeks, she nodded.

Cora pushed a button. Obviously, she’d muted the phone. “Matt? My sister will call you later and arrange a meeting with you and Tony. Try and keep your schedule open.” She listened for a few seconds, and then added, “You aren’t in trouble, and you will enjoy your next assignment. Until then, goodbye.”

“Go home and get our hair removal stuff,” she said to Sheryl. Her sister was so broken that she didn’t even protest having to leave the fenced-in yard naked to go to her house.

“I’ll go and get mine,” April said. To me, she added, “We’ll need water, and my shower isn’t big enough for more than one at a time.”

“I’ll rig a hose,” I said. I almost went to where the hose was without dressing, but then changed my mind and pulled my shorts on. I connected the hose and put a nozzle on the end, and then turned the water on. Once back in the yard, I saw all three girls applying the same stuff they’d used on me.

I watched with great interest as the chemical worked its magic. Then, when the hose was supplied, I got to see all of the exposed parts of a girl. No more were the pink lips hidden behind hairs.

“I guess, uh, we have to get started with the next part,” April muttered. I looked from her groin up to her face. And I saw fear. Embarrassment. Disgust. All the things that made her want to do this to me. I knew it was wrong.

“No,” I said suddenly. “I mean, if you need to, go ahead. I’m done. Don’t punish Sheryl in front of other boys. It was wrong when you did it to me, and it’s wrong to do it in return to you. I’m sorry for seeing you like you are. I’m leaving now.”

And I did, without looking back. I was tempted, almost beyond my ability to not go back and watch what they might do next. My dick was making a tent in my shorts. But I continued without stopping all the way home, where I took care of my own needs in private.

The next morning my phone rang as I was eating breakfast. I saw it was from April, the girl I used to love. I considered not answering it, but decided to see what she wanted.

“Carl, come over later this morning,” she began.

Before she could continue, I cut her off.

“No. I’ve had enough. I’ve seen more than I should have. We both went too far, and I’m not going to play games…”

“You’ve got it wrong, Carl,” she interrupted. “You’re right, it went way too far. You like me. And to be honest, I like you. For the first time ever, you stood up for yourself, and stopped becoming like me, Cora, and especially Sheryl. I respect that. I want you to visit. Nobody will get undressed. But we might kiss.”

With that, she hung up. It gave me a chance to rethink my reply. I had been about to swear and say we were done. But what if she was telling the truth? I hated her. And I loved her.

In the end, I decided to go to her house. I expected problems, orders, embarrassment. But instead, she greeted me. In the house, we talked about what she’d put me through. How it made her feel. And I was honest about how I felt. We talked for over an hour, and my anger gradually dissipated. I did still like her.

She asked if I wanted to kiss. I did, but I lied, and said no. I told her I had to process things a bit longer.

“But I still love you. And now I think I can trust you. I want to put what happened behind me. Let some time pass. And then, I would very much like to learn to kiss and practice daily with you.”

She nodded, and saw me to the door.

I lasted two weeks. I wanted a kiss. One given on equal terms. I went to her house, uninvited. It was worth my time.

I started thinking about sex. Getting married first, of course. Having kids. And then I remembered that we were only fourteen. I pushed those thoughts out of my head. We started spending more time together. Even when Cora and Sheryl were around, none of it got strange.

We were a couple by fifteen. Boy and girl friends by sixteen. I had matured mentally, and a lot of it was because of those weeks back when I was fourteen. I don’t know what the future holds, but right now I can dream about a lifetime together with the girl I love.

The end.