Dear Marilyn,

Hi, Marilyn. My name is Darcy and I'm almost a teenager. Well my name is not really Darcy because I don't want anybody to know my real name because our family is well off and like important in the town where I live and my real name is kind of unusual. But I really will be thirteen in two months. I can't talk to my friends or parents about this, so I'm writing to you.

Anyway, Marilyn, here's my problem. I'm trying to remember as best I can what he said and did so you will understand my problem. There is an older boy who lives on the other side of town where the houses aren't nearly so expensive, but we know each other. Yesterday he rode his bike by our house while I was getting the mail out of the mailbox at the end of our driveway. Our house is on a little hill and it's my job to walk down and get it each day since my parents are usually gone and the housekeeper is only here three days a week. Brand and I were in a combined church choir thing about two years ago, but I dropped out after one season, and I think he did, too. He stopped his bicycle a few feet from me and said I looked really nice on such a hot day. That would have been OK, but then he added, "when it's hot outside, the less clothes, the better, and I don't think your shorts could be any shorter." Then he looked me over again and complimented me on my nice tan. "Your hair gets even blonder in the summertime, Darcy. Looks great. Blond and tan. Long, thin legs. You're looking great."

I said "Hi, Brad, and thanks." I said that because we're supposed to be nice to everybody, Mommy says, even if they don't live in such a nice neighborhood. And I'm pretty cute, most people say, so even more people say hello to me.

Brad said, "So, Darcy. How was your trip to France two years ago? I don't think I've ever talked to you about your trip. There were always too many people around so we didn't get to talk much after choir practice. I bet you had a good time. It was pretty hot that summer." He was sitting on his bike; looking at me, and then looking around.

I didn't know why he asked me about something I did two years ago. I hardly ever talk to him anyway, especially since he graduated from high school last year and I'm only going into the seventh grade. But I wanted to be polite so I stayed at the end of our driveway to talk with him.

He was really staring at me, and maybe I turned and twisted more than usual, so like people can look at me better. I said. "It was really fun, Brad. I got to stay for in France for six weeks with my Mom's cousin, Adele, who lives in Paris. Mom calls her a 'free spirit' and she is lots of fun to hang around with."

"So you were only ten years old at the time? Did you get to swim much?" He asked. Brad kept looking around like he was checking to see if anyone was watching and then he would smile at me kind of funny. It struck me as creepy the way he kept looking at me - like either looking into my face or staring at my chest, or my bare tummy, or short shorts - and they are very short - more like bikini bottoms. I wished I had a bra on under my tight, cut-off T-shirt. But I let him look. Actually I like how boys and men look at me. It's like they can't help it - like they have to look at my chest, or my legs, or my hips, or my face. I was wearing short shorts, sandals, and my tight, light blue, cut-off T-shirt, that had the name of some rock band on it. It was cut off half way between my belly button and my bra, well, maybe a little closer to the bottom of my bra, that is, if I was wearing a bra, which I wasn't. The way he kept looking at my chest, though, made my nipples get stiff so they stuck out - pressing through the tight, T-shirt material. But I let him look. I could tell he liked looking at my breasts. And, well, maybe I even stuck out my chest farther.

"Yes. We went swimming a couple times a week and sometimes we took little trips to other towns. Kind of traveling around in France."

"Did you always wear a swimming suit, Darcy?" He was looking right in my face. Just sitting on his bike next to our mailbox and was looking me in the face when he asked that. He seemed nervous.

I felt myself blush, because I didn't wear a swimming suit all the time. In fact... Well, I'll get to that part in a minute. I just told him I had to go and that I didn't want to talk to him if he was going to be rude. I kept facing him, though, so he could see I was serious, and that he needed to stop talking that way or I would go back in the house and he wouldn't get to keep looking at me. It gives me tingles to let somebody look at them, and he was really staring. Then I started to turn to go back up our long driveway. He put his face closer to me and said quietly, "I have a nudist video and it shows you walking around naked in some kind of little girl, beauty pageant."

"What?" I turned back around and looked at him.

"You were in front of a bunch of people and you took your clothes off. All your clothes. Slowly. You smiled into the camera while you took off all your clothes - letting everybody get a good look. You seemed shy at first, but then you started strutting. While the people watched you undress, you even posed to let them take pictures. All of your clothes, including your pink panties with the yellow Tweety Birds on them. Then you paraded around naked in front of a hundred or so people. They were clapping for you. You kept smiling as you turned around in front of different groups; letting them take pictures. Your cute little breasts and your bikini areas were so pale, but the rest of you was tan... probably just like now. You stopped to pose for anybody who had a camera. I could see all of you, even the extra-pale parts that weren't tan." He looked at my chest and then at my hips. "Your titties look bigger now. Do you still have a little mole on the left side of your left breast?"

I was blushing and he kept looking at me, smiling like he knew my secret. I didn't know what to say, so I just stood there blushing. I hunched my shoulders, hoping my breasts would disappear.

He said, "If you do what I say I won't show anybody the video, or tell people where they can get copies. I made prints from the video. Pictures. The pictures show you clearly. Naked. Smiling at people while you were holding up a little white card with a number three on it. You wouldn't want people in town here to see these pictures, would you?"

"No. Don't show anybody. Please. What do you want, Brad?" I finally asked. My throat was dry like I was real thirsty. I still have those panties - my 'Tweety Bird' panties. They are real tight on me now, but I can still squeeze into them.

"You even said your name when the fat man came to the microphone to ask you questions in English. The other little girls mainly spoke French, and two girls spoke German or something, but the fat man came to ask you and the other girl questions in English. You kept smiling for the cameras. You didn't say your real name, but you did say you were ten years old."

"OK, but what do you want? You can't ever tell anybody or show anybody. OK? Please, Brad. Please."

"OK, but I want you to parade around naked like that for me. Do your little pageant in front of me so I can see you up close. That's all." He said, looking around again, and then back at my chest.

I put my hands in front of my chest, holding the mail in front of me. "And if I let you see me then you won't show the pictures or video to anybody? Is that it?"

"Put your hands at your sides, Darcy, and let me look at your cute figure. And you're right. I want you to take off all your clothes and march around in front of me when you're pretending you're in the pageant. I'll make a little card with a number three on it for you to carry. Then it will be our secret, Darcy. Nobody else in town has to know - about the video or the pictures from the video, or even what you and I do. That's all part of our secret. You wear your hair different now. I like it. In a few years I bet nobody would recognize you from that old video anyway. I had to keep watching it over and over again to be sure it was you. You were really cute back then, and now you're even prettier! Very pretty. I'm wondering if you have pubic hair now, because you didn't have any back then. There were a few close-ups in the video of your little, bald area. But before I agree not to show anybody you need to tell me the truth about something. Right now."

"What?"

"Do you still have a little, brown mole on the left side of your left breast?"

"Yes. I do. Why?"

"I want to see it for myself, and even feel it."

"Where? When? It would have to be in private, Brad. I mean it. Or I won't do it. I"ll just tell my parents to call the police."

"But if you tell your parents I'll show them - and everybody else - the pictures and the video. I'll just say that I was asking you if you remembered being in the video. You are the one who would be embarrassed and get in trouble."

"I said OK. I'll do it. But it has to be private."

"We could do it down my basement. That would be private. You could ride your bike to my house, but not today." He looked up the hill to our garage, with the double garage door open. "Is anybody home at your house today?"

"Nobody is home right now, but my Mom will get home in an hour or so. OK, I'll ride my bike to your house after swim practice. When? Like maybe Thursday? But you can't ever show anybody the pictures or the video. You have to promise."

"Well, to make sure we have a deal, I'll ride my bike up to your garage with you. Then, when we're in the garage, you could lift up your shirt to show me that mole. Then I'll know we have a deal to keep this a secret. Can I ride up with you?"

"Yes, but Mom will be home pretty soon, so just come in the garage for a minute."

He said that would be fine and I walked up to the garage. He got off his bike and walked up beside me. The garage door was open and we went in. I knew nobody could see us in the back of the garage, standing behind my bicycle which I had out that morning. It was still in the middle of the garage, sideways to the door, and he put his next to mine, like a privacy screen. And then I lifted my shirt to show him my left breast. He told me to lift it so he could see both breasts at the same time because he wanted to feel them for a minute."

I said he could, but only for a minute. Then, while he was feeling them, he said, "These are beautiful, Darcy. Just beautiful." I smiled, before I caught myself. He noticed my quick smile and said, "probably everybody who got that nudist video liked how you looked two years ago when you only had little bird eggs for titties. They are really pretty now." He pinched the nipple of my left breast.

"Ouch! Not so hard, Brad."

"If I pinch softer, can I pinch each one ten times?"

I was glad he was starting to use good manners, so I told him he could, as long as he didn't pinch too hard.

'Ohh." I couldn't help it, but as he was finishing up his pinches, I said, "Ohh," or "Unnn" each time he pinched me.

He said, "Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Yes."

"Good. I'm glad you like it. And I'm glad you're being honest with me. Now quick - take off your shorts and panties. I'm going to keep your panties as a hostage until you come to my house. You can put your shorts back on in just a minute, but you can't wear panties for the next two hours, because I want to day dream about you. I'm going to imagine that you are rubbing yourself and thinking about putting on a little 'pageant' just for me; taking off all your clothes and walking around and doing your stretching exercises while I look at you."

I was feeling all confused and knew I was blushing, too. I said, "No, please not my panties. That would be so embarrassing." And it would be embarrassing, too, and not just because he could look at me, but because I was wearing black, lacy, thong panties with just a string in the back and around my hips.

"I mean it, Darcy. Quick. Your panties or else no deal. You like how it feels when I pinch your perky, pink nipples, don't you?"

"Yes." I said, not sure where he was going with this.

"Tell me you liked it when I pinched your nipples. Go on. Say it!"

"I liked it when you pinched my nipples, Brad."

"Good, and you'll like it when I run a finger through your slit. Just once or twice, and then you can put your shorts back on, and I'll go back to my house with your panties in my pocket."

"You promise you'll leave? And only two strokes?"

"Yes, I'll look at you and stroke through your pussy a few times. I won't push my finger in you; not up your vagina. I'll just slide my finger between your pussy lips and tickle your clitty. That's all. Take off your shorts and turn around."

So I took off my shorts and turned around for him. He told me I had a beautiful ass, and that my panties were as sexy as any he had ever seen. He loved my tan but said he loved my pale areas even more. Then he had me pinch my own titties, as he called them, and turn around a few more times. I did what he said, and each time I turned around he gave me another compliment. He said I was wearing the sexiest panties he had ever seen on a girl my age.

"Thank you, Brad. Mom doesn't know I have these. I need tiny panties when I wear these hip-hugger, short shorts." I was still holding the shorts in my right hand.

Then he had me take the panties off and stand with my feet apart so he could stroke his finger through my pussy. I was glad he liked my sexy panties. Mom just bought cotton ones. He put my panties in his pocket and didn't comment about them feeling wet. I'm sure they were wet because I sure was. I was pretty sure he would notice how wet I was when he ran his finger from back to front and then back again, but he didn't comment on it. I knew I was very wet - especially standing in my garage with the double garage door up in the middle of the day. The warm air felt cool on my wet pussy. He kept stroking her finger up and back, and like he promised, he wiggled his finger on my clitty each time his finger went over it. Even though I was embarrassed I couldn't help but say, "ohhh,' or 'ahhh,' each time his finger went through it - pressing between my wet lips. My hips started moving a little bit as he kept doing that. He said, "Can I do this another minute?"

"Yes. Ohhh. Easy. Just like that Brad. Just another minute." But I said that after he had stroked me for a minute.

He said, "This feels good, doesn't it, Darcy?"

"Yes." I said, and then he flicked his finger through it again, flicking his fingernail back and forth across my clitty. "Unnn. Just one more minute."

Then he said Thursday would work. I told him it would, but not until after swim practice, which is over at 11:00 before the whole pool opens. So we set it up for Thursday. I usually stay at the pool for a couple hours anyway after swim practice. Mom gives me money for lunch.

So, Marilyn, that's it as best I can remember. We set up a time for me to ride my bike to his house from the swimming pool when his Mother would be gone. Nobody will be looking for me for a couple hours. I agreed to take off my clothes and walk around in front of him for fifteen or twenty minutes, just like I did in the pageant. I'm going to his house on Thursday, which is tomorrow, so you won't get this letter before I go over there and undress. I feel nervous about this. I don't want people to get mad at me. And I don't want to get my Mom's cousin in trouble, especially since I might get to go back to Paris next summer while Daddy and Mommy are going to be in California. So, I feel bad about it but also kind of excited. I'll even wear those Tweety Bird panties if I can find them. I should have written to you right away - that same day - except I did what Brad told me to do: I went in my room and took of the shorts again, and rubbed myself. And I was really wet, just like I suspected when Brad rubbed me in the garage.

I rubbed it again last night when I went to bed, too.

I want to go back and spend another month with Cousin Adele next summer. She treats me like a grown-up, not like a kid. And she has more adventures planned for us this year. She writes to me sometimes. We have our secrets, too, just like big girls, like she let me watch her and her boyfriend, when they did you-know-what. She took me to three different nudist beaches two summers ago when I stayed in France with her.

I remember so many people taking pictures of us during the contest, but I didn't think anybody in this country would see pictures of something I did in France. I would like to see the video Brad was talking about.

So, I'm going to Brad's house tomorrow but I'm worried about it. I'll tell you more later. And I should tell you more about the other things I did and what I got to see while I was staying with Adele. She's the one who encouraged me to enter the pageant at the nudist resort. Here's how you can write me...

Love,
Darcy

Note to Readers: (From Marilyn)

There is a time delay from when I first get a letter from a fan of my column, and when I actually share the letter, because I need to do a little checking, and in some cases, such as this one, I wanted to wait for additional correspondence and a phone call. I have to be especially careful with mail since there is a chance that someone else will open a juvenile's mail.

I also hope you will understand why I couldn't publish all of her letter in my column - privacy, family names, the possibility of coincidences, etc. So, I'm only sharing this correspondence with my trusted, email friends, and that includes YOU. I couldn't show you Darcy's correspondence instructions for obvious reasons.

I ordered a copy of the videotape she mentioned from a nationally known nudist association and was able to find her right away. She is cute and was very shy (at first) in this pre-teen, pageant video. Even after undressing and marching around single file with the other eleven young girls, ages 8 - 12, she seemed shy and even kept her arms crossed in front of her belly button. She was holding her left elbow with her right hand or vice versa - as if she could remain modest, hidden behind her forearms.

However, in the second half of the video she walked around with good posture, hips forward, and held one hand on her hip in a glamour pose. She stood facing the spectators and cameramen with one foot turned sideways, pointing that foot away from her body, and she kept that knee facing outward, almost as if she was opening herself to the onlookers. Her smile was gleeful, in the spirit of the contest, almost proud or cocky - aware of her developing charm and beauty. Her tiny, pink nipples were erect. Her pale, marshmallow-size breasts showed a tint of red blush, from the sun, or perhaps her excitement.

The video also showed the girls during the breaks from the contest when they mixed with the crowd around the pool and snack bar. She didn't wrap her towel around her like some of the girls did, but mixed with the people about her own age, even though many of them, especially the boys, were wearing swim suits. I don't know if she was aware of the bulges in the boys' swim suits but I noticed those telltale bulges on the video immediately. It was as if she responded to their attention even though those boys couldn't speak English. Most of the boys were at least a few years her senior. She also enjoyed talking with the older men in the crowd, whether they spoke English or not, and she let several of them put lotion on her. I wouldn't have been surprised if she asked those same men or boys to put suntan lotion or sunscreen on her very pale parts, but the pageant video didn't show anyone touching her breasts, pussy, or ass. Although Darcy didn't have any pubic hair in the video, she was beginning to develop a figure. Her maturing hips, fanny, and breasts were highlighted by her lack of tan.

Darcy told me later, on the phone, that she hadn't seen the video herself but said she remembered that lots of people were taking pictures of her and the other girls - with cameras and video cameras. As soon as the pageant was over, she said she posed lots of times holding the flowers across her tummy. The little bouquet showed that she was a participant so everyone was invited to take pictures. She told me all the girls were letting people take their pictures. Sometimes they had her hold hands with one of the other contestants, or act silly. She told me that in France it's customary for young girls to kiss everyone - on the lips or on the cheeks, and she was doing just that in some clips from the video. It one scene, she seemed to be passionately kissing another girl her age -for at least twenty or thirty seconds. Then they held hands and walked to a different area of the pool and hopped in - still holding hands.

Darcy said that she and a few of the other girls posed for pictures while climbing on the jungle gym set and they got in all kinds of poses, even some upside-down, or wide-open, letting the people with cameras take as many pictures as they wanted.

Over half of the spectators were nude and the video showed Darcy and some of the other girls glancing at the men's organs, trying to do it casually, but it was obvious on the tape that they were checking out the men. Of course, none of the men, at least none of those shown on the video, had erections. But still you could tell that the girls were checking out the men. It was obvious that very few of the men were circumcised. You could also tell that the little girls looked at the adult women's private areas, especially if the woman was shaved or waxed.

Sitting on the edge of the pool, the girls especially seemed to enjoy teasing boys about their own age or a little older - giving them long looks at their normally-hidden charms - and often in a wide-open position so the boys could even see a little ways inside while standing just a few feet or a few inches away. The naked boys stayed in the water, especially with so many people with cameras standing around. Then the girls got in the pool and played and wrestled with the boys, or men.

Darcy said that later that night, with her Cousin, Adele, and Adele's boyfriend, they went around to different groups of her friends, and the men or older boys wanted to hold Darcy on their laps. She said several of those men had erections and she thought it was funny when they rubbed their erections against her body. She said one man even put a beach towel over their laps and then took her hand and put it on his "thing" as Darcy called it - and made rubbing motions holding Darcy's wrist with his hand until she caught on and then he let go and put both of his hands up where people could see them. Darcy said she kept rubbing it for a couple minutes and it got hard as a rock. But Adele came over and helped her stand up - almost pulling her off the man's lap. He kept the beach towel over his lap and invited her to come back again later.

She told me about one man after the contest who had each of the girls stand with one foot up on the starting blocks at the back of the pool while he got down on one knee to take his pictures. He took at least five pictures of Darcy while she stood with one foot almost hip high. The man was on ground level looking up and told her to put her knee out farther and press her hips forward towards his camera. She told me he would have kept taking pictures except one of the campgrounds owners came over towards them. Later the same man got the girls in pairs in the grassy area and had them give each other horsey rides. Darcy explained that one girl got on her hands and knees and the other girl took a ride, and then they changed places. The "horsey" crawled past the man so he could get pictures from different angles. Darcy said that was so funny. She even remembered leaving a wet spot on the back of the girl she was riding when the man was taking her picture. Later the nice man bought each of the contestants an ice cream cone over at the concession stand.

Anyway, back to the advice I gave Darcy. I suggested that she should ask Brad to let her watch the video to see if any of those scenes were on the tape.

Before I shared this advice letter, I got more information from little Darcy, but I know that at least she was not harmed by her pageant experience, or by taking off her shorts and panties in front of Brad and later in front of Brad and his best friend down in Brad's basement. The pageant seemed to give her a certain poise and confidence.

I also want to find out from Darcy what other experiences she had while staying with her cousin, and what exactly she watched Adele do with her boyfriend.

Here is the email I sent to Darcy after we had talked on the phone. I knew she knew how to keep her emails private. I had promised to send her a reply even though we had already talked about things.

Dear Darcy,

Thank you for the nice letter. I ordered a copy of the nudist video and watched it closely. Nothing you did in the pageant video was "wrong" or "naughty." It is very above-board and your joyful, youthful behavior, and that of all the contestants, exemplified the naturist aspects of nudism. They have fun and celebrate nature. Their videos are completely legal and show a cross-section of humans in the background , from infants to the elderly, enjoying the out-of-doors. There were no close-ups on the videos of any of the girls' pubic regions and I could tell that any footage of the girls squatting or sitting cross-legged or otherwise "open" had been cut from the video which would be sold to the general public. I can't say what's on all of those hundreds and hundreds of private photos, but those are private so it doesn't matter. It's natural for little girls to show off their developing charms as they grow up. I bet at times you even show off at the pool, or at the mall, or in school - letting boys or men see your panties and things like that. It's natural to enjoy their glances. Some girls get big tingles just from letting a strange man see her panties, even though the girl pretends she doesn't know he can see them.

However, your neighbor Brad, like many people, doesn't yet understand the true spirit of nudism yet and might use the video and picture clips to embarrass your family. Like you pointed out during our private phone conversations, he could get your cousin into trouble with your family and that would prevent you from going back to Paris again next summer to visit her. It was probably the wisest course to humor Brad and consent to his blackmail scheme the way you did. No harm done. But you need to be careful if you keep going back there to play with him and his friend. Be cautious. Remember, like we talked about on the phone, "fingers only!"

Thank you sending me the long letters explaining what happened and telling me other adventures you had while visiting your cousin in Paris. I'm glad things worked out and I'm glad you are going to be able to return to Paris next summer.

We'll keep in touch by e-mail and phone. You can talk to me about anything. Some of our readers may be concerned for your safety so please tell me what else you do while you are in France next summer. I want to know any similar kinds of situations and hear about what happened. So whenever you or Adele is not fully dressed please share those experiences with me.

Love and kisses,
Marilyn

Another Note to readers of this column: If you have specific concerns, questions, or suggestions about Darcy's situation, be sure to let me know. I suspect - and so does Darcy - that Brad and Tom will want to see her at least several more times - usually to reenact the pageant, but also for other games. She feels she doesn't have a choice since Brad has the evidence on her, but I also suspect she is enjoying being the center of attention once again, just like she felt during the pageant. The boys are older, and they know that what they are doing is both illegal and dangerous, so they are respecting her safety as well as their own. If you have other suggestions I could pass on to Darcy, please let me know. Also, dear readers, I hope you will share what types of "adventures" you think she may have with her cousin next summer. Perhaps we could even give Darcy some suggestions about new things to learn as she continues to grow up. I bet her cousin would oblige any tasteful suggestions for Darcy's continued awakening. It sounds like Adele is the type of woman who can arrange events, and she also allowed Darcy to observe her with her boyfriend as they did various things. But remember that Darcy will only be thirteen next summer so it is certainly too soon to "go all the way." Darcy is fine with watching Adele and her boyfriend and their other friends, and she enjoys their attention - especially their kisses and finger treatments. Thank you, readers, for your comments, suggestions, and questions.

Dear Marilyn,

Before I tell you about what happened at Brad's house and who else was there to watch me, and why I have to go back there at least once more, I'll tell you more about my Mom's cousin. Adele will be thirty this year and has lived in France for a long time. She took me to some nudist beaches where I got to swim and play with other kids, even boys.

It was fun. But most of the time, when I went swimming or when I laid outside in the sun, I had to wear my two-piece swimming suit. She said the tan lines would probably help me win a contest she was thinking of. She said 'tan lines and acting shy,' would help me win the contest. So I was tan but had very white skin where my bikini covered me.

Adele's boyfriend was younger than her, but only by a little bit. He didn't speak English at all but Adele told me he wouldn't mind if I watched him and Adele make out. I liked watching them, especially as they undressed each other. He let me look at him, and later he even let me touch it! But I'll tell you more about what I saw them do, and how I helped them while they you-know-what-ed, if you want me to. Adele said sex is natural and that I could learn about it safely by watching them. Better than in books. So I watched them lots of times, and even handed them some of their toys while they were being affectionate - like kissing and licking each other all over.

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BRAD'S HOUSE

Well anyway, I rode my bike to Brad's house last week when his Mom wasn't home. The house wasn't as bad as I expected from the neighborhood. His basement family room was actually pretty nice and he had the curtains closed on the little windows up by the ceiling. I was surprised that his best friend was there waiting in his basement so he could also watch me undress. Brad said it would make it seem more like in the pageant video if guys were standing around pretending to take pictures and video of me as I undressed and marched around, doing the talent skits as they directed me. He told me they had both seen the video lots of times, and that they promised not to tell anybody if I let them watch me.

I reminded Brad that they weren't supposed to touch me, and said that during the pageant nobody was allowed to touch me, except maybe some of the women who helped us. I told him one lady put sunscreen on my pale parts for me, but mostly nobody touched us girls, at least during the pageant.

Then Brad said, "Well, did they touch you after the official pageant was over?"

"Yes, lots of people did. Like to put suntan lotion on us, but they weren't supposed to like, umm... put there fingers in me."

His friend Tom asked me if anybody did put their finger in me.

I said, "Well, just one man, but that was later after most of the people were gone. He said he could help me relax, and since Adele knew the man, she said I should let him, and that it would feel good and help me sleep better. And then Adele said, right in front of the man, that his finger wasn't as big as her boyfriend's finger and she reminded me that I loved it when he would finger me and that her boyfriend always helped me relax."

Tom asked if the man helped me relax by having an orgasm.

"Yes. By 'relax' she meant to have an orgasm, so then I was glad to let the man do things with his fingers, even with people watching. It wasn't a big group - not like in the pageant, but maybe only about five or six other adults, and two teenagers - both boys about sixteen - and another girl from the pageant, who didn't speak English, but Adele told me that the girl said that somebody already helped her relax, so she just wanted to watch me, and that I would have even more fun if people were watching. The adults said the two boys and the other girl could watch, too, as the man helped me relax. I was embarrassed, but it was also more exciting because they were watching closely. One of the men and both women had cameras. While the man was using his fingers between my legs to get me warmed up, the adults said I should let the boys stimulate my tiny breasts, so I let them. The people with cameras kept taking pictures as the man and the two boys kept getting me more and more ready for an orgasm. Adele said that was the best way - to take our time and let them get me really wet and ready. They put me in different positions, like on my hands and knees, or on my back with my legs lifted up. They kept moving me around and taking pictures. That was on the first night - the same day as the contest. While they were doing that, Adele said she noticed during the pageant, that I was very shy at first but then it looked like I enjoyed walking around naked in front of everybody while they were staring at me. 'Like you didn't want them to see your pussy, but once you showed it to some of the men, then you started showing it to everybody.'"

"What did you say to that?" Tom asked.

"So I said I was shy and nervous at first, but I saw the other girls doing it and they looked like they enjoyed it, so then I lowered my towel to let a few people see my bare... you know... between my legs, and when they looked at it, I got such big tingles, so I kept letting people look at it and it kept tingling the whole time, so I tried to show it off more and more and men and women and even boys and girls liked looking right at it - especially the boys and the men -they were staring at it. I even wished there were more people I could go stand in front of, to show them, too. I didn't know letting people see it could make it so tingly!"

"Adele said, 'And we are all staring at you now, Darcy, at your wide-open pussy. You're so creamy wet and we are all excited, too, just watching you. We all want to watch you cum, Darcy. Are you ready to cum?'

"Yes. It feels good. I'm ready. Ohhh, look close. Unnn, the touching, and people looking at me. Unnnnnn, ohhh." And then I had a really big orgasm - right in front of everybody.

The next day was just a play-in-the-pool day, and those two boys played with me most of the day. It was really fun, because the boys took off their swimming suits when we were in the deeper water, so I could touch their things with my hands while we wrestled around. They liked pressing them up against me. The boys only had a little bit of hair but their things were big and stiff - not as big as a man's but lots bigger than a finger. Maybe like a hot dog. One boy's was curved a little bit, kind of like a banana. Then that night, our last night, the boys helped again, only they had another one of their friends and there were also more adults watching as they all helped me relax. I had to let each of them, the women, too, put a finger in me a few times, because the man said I was really tight, so they wanted to feel how tight I was down there so I let them. He said, 'Tight, but slippery.' The older lady said she couldn't believe how wet I was even after the other people had fingered me. She said she loved that about young girls, and that she and Adele would make arrangements so that she could see me again. Adele said that was a good idea and I would like it because the woman could teach me some new pleasures, so I said that would be fun."

Tom asked me if they helped me cum again.

I said, "Yes, he did help me have an orgasm. A really big one, especially with so many people watching! Adele said h e was a 'gentleman' because he took his time and got me all worked up first, which is what my cousin Adele says a man should do before he fingers you... you know, like playing with my ... well, my private parts... for a while, and giving me compliments, and waiting until I was... well, like real slippery down there, but that's kind of embarrassing, especially since I'm talking to boys."

Tom said, "We'll do that, too, Darcy. We're already giving you compliments, and we'll play with you and get you all worked up after you reenact your pageant. I think it will excite you to undress and open up in front of us. Then I'll be able to tell when you're wet and slippery before we help you have an orgasm. That's the least we can do after enjoying your private show."

"OK, and thank you, Tom, and you, too, Brad. I thought I would have to wait until tonight and rub it myself, but it's like lots better when somebody else rubs it for me."

Tom was real nice, and kind of cute, too. I knew I would be all tingly after dancing around and undressing in front of him and Brad while they pretended to take pictures with their old video camera.

Brad and Tom liked watching me undress. They both told me I was pretty. It got me all tingly undressing in front of them. I was wearing the same Tweety Bird panties and took them off last. They still fit me but pretty tight, and they both kept feeling how tight they were on me. After a couple minutes of letting them feel the panties Tom said he could tell I was getting excited, even through the panties. That was kind of embarrassing because I really did get wet while they were feeling me and while I was undressing in front of them. I undressed real slowly because Brad said that's how I did it in the video while people watched me. But they took turns touching me, too, even though we didn't do that in the pageant. Tom said my breasts were so beautiful that he just had to feel them, so I let them do that while I still had the panties on. Then I walked around and danced to a fast song on the radio like we did in the pageant. Brad said my titties were much bigger than when I was ten and a half because they hardly jiggled at all in the video - just a little bit during the dancing scenes. "They bounce better now, Darcy, like little, white, Jello cupcakes." Brad said, which made me giggle. Then I tried to make them bounce even more. I let the boys bounce them around, and even pinch and pull on them. We all enjoyed playing with them. They thought it was funny and so did I. I liked how they would pinch and then snap their fingers off when they pulled out on them.

After I undressed and danced that first time and walked around a little bit, they said I needed to clip off the fuzzies that were starting to grow around my pussy. They even inspected my bottom while I bent over and pulled my fanny open for them so they could get a closer look. That was embarrassing -holding my fanny open and bending over with their faces just inches from my anus. They said there weren't any hairs on my bottom, so that was good. They said they were glad I shaved my legs below the knees. So I only needed to clip off the pussy hairs. So I did. It didn't take long because there wasn't very much. They said it was so they could see me better while I marched around. I remembered that some of the older girls and women at the nudist places trimmed or even shaved their pussies, too. Cousin Adele shaves hers completely because she said it feels so clean that way and she says some guys really like it bald like a baby.

Brad said they wanted it to seem like the same beauty pageant like in the video and that's why they had the old video camera aimed at me all the time. He said they didn't have tapes in the video camera that the boys were taking turns with, but that I should pretend that it worked and kind of show off a little bit for the camera. Brad is nineteen and so is his friend, Tom. Brad said Tom worked with him and they were best friends, and he had seen my video and really liked it, so he came over to watch me so it would seem more like a real pageant to me. And he said it was easier with two guys so they could take turns working the camera and feeling me.

Then they had me get in some funny positions while I was marching around and pretending that I was saying my name and what country I was from, like if I was in the Miss America Pageant or something like that. It was kind of funny. Like they had me try on different panties and then take them off in front of the camera. They had gotten the panties from their sisters' or mothers' closets and drawers. And like I had to stand on a big stuffed chair and then step up so I had one foot on each of the arms of the big chair and squat down as far as I could. Brad pretended he was an announcer and kept saying my name -my real name - as I squatted down. He would ask me things like if I liked taking all my clothes off and letting boys look at my bare pussy and I had to say, "Yes, I like undressing in front of people." They told me what to say and reminded me to smile into the camera, even though it didn't work, and to speak clearly like I really was in a pageant. Brad wanted me to wear the Tweety panties and march around while I took them off. Then he asked me if he could keep them, and for some reason I said yes.

Then, after all that time, they finally had me lay on my back and open my legs and they took turns fingering me and flicking my clitty so I had an orgasm in front of them. It felt really good and both of them were staring at me.

Then our hour and a half was up but they had one more outfit for me to try on and then take off, so I did that, too. I didn't want to be late or else our maid would tell Mom and then Mom would start asking me questions. I rode my bike back to the pool for a little bit and then rode it home before dinner.

When I was getting dressed again to leave Brad's house, Tom asked me about that woman who wanted to teach me things. "What did she teach you, Darcy?"

"Gee, Tom, that's kind of embarrassing. Like she helped me have five orgasms in one night when I stayed in her apartment so she could babysit me since Adele and her boyfriend were going out."

"Like what else did she do?" I could tell that Tom was really curious.

"I'll tell you next time, because it's time to go. I have to get back to the pool."

"Come on, Darcy, tell us some of the things she did. Did she finger you like we just did? And what else?"

"She fingered me each time, but she also spanked me. We played with different 'girl-toys.' And she put a finger in my bottom with lots of slippery stuff, and she even licked me back there - I mean in back and in front. We stopped for a little while after each time. One time we went out to a restaurant and I had on a little, white sundress, but she didn't let me wear panties, and like I had to let a few strangers see that I wasn't wearing panties. That was really exciting."

"Did the finger in your bottom feel good? And the spankings - were they hard?"

"Yes, but it's embarrassing to talk about that, and I have to go now." We walked upstairs. As we walked up the stairs, I said to Tom and Brad, "The spanking was part of the fingering in back, like to get me ready. She says some hard spankings make it feel better when she puts a finger in a girl's bottom. And when she took me back to Adele's house the next afternoon, the lady who kept me the night before talked to Adele and the other people in French and I didn't know what they were saying, but all the people smiled and nodded their heads and looked at me. I smiled, too. And I thought she was just telling them I had a good time. Then Adele said in English, "She says you really liked the spankings, even the hard ones, before she fingered your anus, and then you loved getting a finger in your back door, and then you orgasmed with the finger pressed all the way in your anus."

I must have blushed because Adele and the others chuckled. Adele told me that they would be glad to do that - give me a spanking and then finger my anus. An older man sitting near Adele said with his British accent that he would get me real slippery with lots of lubricant first. Adele's boyfriend said, "I spanka you hard. Get bottom warm. Hot, red bottom. Ready for finger." He smiled at me.

"And did he spank you hard, Darcy?" Tom asked.

"Not too hard. They all took turns while I laid across their laps, but first we spent time kissing - so I kissed everybody there - men or women, and even Adele - for a few minutes each. I would sit on a lap and we would kiss while they felt how well I was developing. They all told me they enjoyed hearing about my pageant experience ad the resort area with the big pool. The man with the English accent told me he loved my perky, little breasts and wanted to suck on them later. I didn't say anything, but just kept kissing him."

"Did he lubricate you like he promised, Darcy?" Tom asked as we reached the front door.

"Yes, he got me all slippery. They all took turns - spanking and then fingering - getting me ready and stopping, and then letting the next person get me ready again... until pretty soon I had the biggest orgasm ever." Then I held up my hand towards them, so they would stop asking me questions, and I went out the door; got on my bike; and rode back to the pool.

Brad kept my Tweety Bird panties, so I wasn't wearing panties under my shorts. It felt funny to ride my bike away from his house without any panties on.

I had told Brad I wanted to see the video of me from two summers ago and he said I could watch it if I came back the next week. When I told Tom and Brad I was worried about secrecy, they both said they could keep a secret. So I'm planning to go back next week, just like for practice. And besides, school starts in a couple weeks. I might go two more times if the weather is good enough so I can say I'm going to the pool. I'll see. and Tom said he would get slippery stuff and they would spank me first, but not too hard, and then they are going to help have an... well, you know... and it is better when somebody else gets you warmed up and then rubs it for you.

So I guess everything is working out OK. Thanks for listening, Marilyn.

Love,
Darcy.

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Dear Darcy,

Thank you for keeping us posted. Yes, it probably is a good idea to practice your nudism occasionally before you go back to France next summer. It's also important not to tell your friends about these experiences. When you get older you'll learn that there are many nice nudist beaches and camps, even in this country. They are nice places, not naughty at all.

Please be careful about the touching, even if they are just putting lotion on you. Don't let them get carried away; or put anything besides fingers in you. If you just walk around or play games in the nude, it should be OK, but be careful with the touching, especially if they get nude, too. It's OK to touch them, and rub them, but don't let them put anything besides fingers in your vagina. If you wanted to kiss their things, that would probably be OK. And even if you swallowed a little of their excitement - like you did with Adele's boyfriend, that would be OK. I'll talk to you on the phone with more cautions.

Meanwhile, have fun, be good, and have a good time.

Love,
Marilyn

Note to Readers: I talked with Darcy on the phone several times. She called me collect when she had the privacy to talk. I'm glad she's having fun, but being careful, too. And she's planning to go back to France next summer.

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