It had been many years since I saw Kerry. We had grown up next door to each other in a nice, southern suburb where the kids roamed freely in the summers, playing in backyards and basements without any of the overprotective fears familes have today. I remember Kerry as a pretty, young, bronze-skinned, dirty blonde girl who was always up for a good time, but with a witch of a mother that kept her away from us too often. Perhaps it was this witch that pushed Kerry back when we were not even ten years old yet, to lead us up into the woods behind our houses and strip off her swimsuit.

It was the first time I'd had more than a glance at a naked girl. Oh, I'd played house with girls and pulled down their pants for a second to spank their little bare bottoms as part of the game, but I'll always remember when Kerry stood in front of us, pulled her rainbow tie-due swimsuit down to her ankles, and let us see everything in all of it's glory. Her long brown legs were skinned from playing hard all summer. Her slender hips just lightly kissed by the tan on the rest of her copper hued body. Her chest was completely flat, but her nipples were soft, round, and pink. And of course there was her sex. Only a slit, as undeveloped as the rest of her eight or nine year old body, but there it was, bald and beautiful. My fascination was almost more biological than anything else. She was a girl and she was showing us something private that we weren't supposed to see. It was naughty, and we liked it. She turned several times to let us get a good look, like a model on a runway, before pulling her suit back up to end the show.

It wasn't the last time Kerry did it, and she wasn't the only one of our group of friends to perform after that. Unfortunately, before any of us grew or learned enough to appreciate more than just "being naughty," she moved away. Her Dad had gotten a new job out of town and the family followed him. She would show up every few weeks after they moved with her Dad to pick up more things from the house or take care of some cleanup while the house was on the market, but we usually only got to see that she was there because there wasn't time for her to play. It was sad, and I missed her. Eventually, the house sold and we didn't see her again.

Several years passed. I moved away myself, to DC, following my own father with a job in a new town. I got some new friends, but the new kid is never as popular as those who had grown up together. Occasionally, Kerry and I would trade letters and send each other pictures. I don't think I was a very good pen pal though. I always loved getting her letters. The envelopes were always decorated and colored brightly. She had sweet, girly handwriting and told me about things in her life that the girls I knew in my new town wouldn't have told me. She had even started dating a little, if you can call going for ice cream and roller skating "dating.". I loved reading bout what she was doing, but I'll admit I was jealous.because I wasn't popular, too afraid to ask a girl out, and wished I was the one spending time with Kerry instead of some other guy. Kerry was also 18 months younger than me and the fact that she was dating and doing things more mature than me kinf of gnawed at me. The pictures she sent reinforced all of this. She was growing up, and the skinny, straight, flat little girl that I remembered was developing into a beautiful young woman, even at just 14 years old. I kept those pictures, and some others from the old days, next to my bed at night (along with a bottle of lotion and a towel).

My Sophomore year in High School had just ended when I got the call. I actually didn't recognize her voice at first. I had moved north and apparently lost my southern accent that other kids had at first teased me for, especially since I didn't hear it in myself. I could hear her now though, and boy, I almost didn't understand her! She spoke in a soft, southern drawl that surprised me at first, then once she told me who it was, I absolutely melted. She was calling to say that her school was sending her on some sort of summer trip to learn about the government and see museums in DC for two weeks. She asked if maybe we could get together while she was up here.... "Of course!!" was my reply. I had just gotten my license a few months earlier and I could come pick her up any time she was free, but would they let her come and go from her chaperones on the trip?

That turned out to be a bigger problem than we had both thought. We spent the next couple of weeks trying to work out some sort of deal. Of course, most of it was on her end with her parents and her school and the trip organizers. They did not want her taking off with some boy doing who knows what in the big city while she was under their watch. I had the idea that she could stay an extra couple of days after the trip was done, but that took special written permission from her parents for the chaperones to not put her directly on the plane home at the end of the trip. Of course, her Mom was a witch and I think it took a week of begging by Kerry to agree. The final hurdle was changing the plane tickets, but my Dad was able to help with that because he worked for an airline and was able to give me advice to pass on for how to avoid a big change fee. Finally, everything was set, but her trip was still a month away.

That month was one of the longest in my life. I tried to keep busy with my friends and my summer job, but I was anxious to see Kerry again. I missed my old home and she was a big part of that part of my life. She was also a pretty girl, and I hadn't had much luck with any of those since I moved to DC. Before I moved, both of my best friends were girls. They lived next door and friendship was natural and easy. Since moving, I was the new kid, different, a geek, and not popular enough to hang out with the girls I had met in school, especially the pretty ones. Of course, there was also the memory of her strip shows still burning in my mind, especially late at night as I drifted to sleep, often with wandering hands.

I decided to meet her at the airport when she arrived. She had told me all of her flight information as we were making arrangements and I wanted to surprise her. In those days, you could actually go to the gate as people got off the plane. She was connecting in from Atlanta and as I waited and watched all of the people filing off the jetway, I wondered if she'd even recognize me. Even worse, I wondered if she would and be disappointed. Maybe she wouldn't even acknowledge me or blow me off in front of her friends on the trip. As the passengers filed past, I noticed a growing stream of kids, about the right age, babbling excitedly about visiting the city and what they would do. I anxiously peered, almost afraid I would miss her in the mass.

There she was! There was no mistaking her face. She had the same color dirty blonde hair, although it was much prettier now that she was old enough to care how it looked and take care of it. It had gentle waves and curled slightly at her shoulders, bouncing as she talked excitedly with another girl. She had on a smiley face t-shirt that said, "Thank God It's Friday," and while it wasn't tight, I immediately noticed the shapely curve of her chest. She was not top heavy, but very well proportioned such that most of the smily face hung straight down except as it was blown back as she walked forward. Speaking of walking, her legs were as tanned and lean as I remembered. Her nylon running shorts that I'm sure were very comfortable on the plane showed off her very nicely toned calves and thighs, capped by a firm little rump and narrow but feminine hips. I couldn't help but stare in amazement for a moment, until she almost passed me.

"Kerry?" I called, to get her attention.

She turned and did a double take. "Craig?" she almost screamed. "Oh my God! I didn't know you were going to be here!" Without hesitation, the bopped over to me and wrapped her arms around me. She was warm and soft against my body. She smelled sweet as I felt her chest against mine and her legs brushed my calves. Startled, I awkwardly returned the hug, unused to such personal contact from girls.

"Yeah, I thought I'd show up and surprise you." I replied. "How was the flight?"

"Oh it was fi-ine." she said, daring out the last word with her accent that made me wonder how I ever sounded like that. She introduced me to her friend that was standing beside her, looking nervously at the rest of their group as they kept talking past like she was worried they'd get left behind. It turned out she knew who I was. I was surprised to discover Kerry had told her all about me, thinking Kerry would keep her old friend a secret. I offered to take her bag and walk with them to baggage claim to appease her friend as we kept talking. She told me about being excited to see the city and visit all the places like the Capitol and the White House and the Smithsonian, but that she was looking forward to our weekend together afterwards too. As we stood waiting for luggage, we kept talking. I told her what she should see and a few little, less touristy, facts about the city. I couldn't help but keep looking at her body, especially her legs in those loose, short shorts. Thinking I had been busted looking, I told her about how it gets so hot in the summer that foreign diplomats used to get hazard pay before they invented air conditioning, so it was good that she'd dressed for hot weather.

The bags bags came by and their group assembled to board the busses off to their dorms for the next two weeks. It sounded like they would be pretty busy and trying to see her until they were done wasn't going to be easy, so she said she'd call me to come get her and we said our temporary good byes. That night, I had a whole new mental picture in my mind as I fell asleep. The next day, I'd need to put that towel under my bed through the laundry.

Those two weeks passed almost as slowly as the previous month. I talked to Kerry a couple of times on the phone when she called with questions about some place they were going or what kind of souveneir to buy. On her last night with the group, she called to say that I could pick her up a four o'clock and I told her I'd take her to dinner. Before leaving, I thought carefully about what to wear. I wanted to look nice for Kerry. It was a typical DC summer, and I didn't want to show up sweaty, so shorts were almost required. I had a pair of denim shorts that looked pretty nice. I did want to look good for dinner, even though I couldn't afford anything fancy, so I picked a nice dress casual long sleeve shirt. It was pink, but I actually liked how it wore on me and it had drawn one of the few compliments from girls at school after lunch towards the end of the year. My docksider shoes completed the deal. It actually wasn't that different from what I wore to school a lot of the times. When I wasn't wearing a t-shirt, I drifted towards the preppy side of style.

I drove to the other side of the city to pick up Kerry. Luckily, I was going against traffic and it only took about half an hour. When I saw her waiting by the front door of the building they were staing in, I was glad I had tried to look nice. Kerry was looking very pretty in a denim skirt and white nylons, with a blue and white striped shirt, tucked but unbuttoned and layered over a white striped tank. Even her buster brown shoes were cute. She waved eagerly as I pulled up and I hopped out quickly to get her suitcase and put it into the trunk of my little Corolla. I got another wonderful hug and this time I accepted and returned without feeling awkward, appreciating the feel of her small frame in my arms and the smell of her hair against my nose. I opened her door and let her in.

"So where are we going?" she asked.

"Well, you never mentioned anything about seeing Georgetown while you were here, so I thought we'd go wander down there." I suggested. "There's tons of cool shops and little restaurants to try, as long as you don't mind walking."

She readily agreed, saying she had been hoping we'd go shopping this weekend because all she'd seen so far was souveneir shops and she wanted to try to find something better to bring back. As we headed into the city, the traffic got heavier. I cranked up the A/C as high as I could as the DC heat tried to pound in through my car windows. Kerry talked away about what she had seen and done as I watched the traffic and her legs. She had no way of knowing that I really liked nylons, especially when they weren't plain old boring brown. They had a way of showing off the shape of her legs in such smooth curves that my eyes continually darted over to her side to catch glimpses as I weaved through cars on the road. Her denim skirt had buttons straight up the front that I yearned to see undone, one at a time. I only heard about half of what she said on the way to Georgetown.

I parked the car on a residential street a block or two off of Wisconsin and we got out and started walking. I briefly thought about taking her hand, but we were just old friends, not on a date and I thought better of it. We walked past old townhomes that probably housed diplomats and Senators and college professors. We stopped to glance at a For Sale sign and her jaw dropped when she saw they were almost $500,000. Once we hit the shopping street, we wandered up and down each side, ducking into the occasional store and just had fun exploring. She bought a couple of t-shirts and tried to talk me into some clothes too. I would have spent a fortune buying everything she suggested if I'd had the money. She did talk me into trying on a couple pairs of shorts and shirts that she said would look as nice as what I was wearing. I beamed at the compliment and was very happy she liked what I was wearing. We even ducked into an adult store, full of leather and fishnet, briefly teasing each other with suggesting we should definately get this thing or the other, trying to out do the other person in how obscene or grotesque an item we could find. There were actually a few outfits of teddies and thigh-high stockings that I got her to look at, telling her truthfully she'd look really good in them. She blushed and flashed her green eyes at me and said there was no way she would even try them on. When a free sales girl asked to see our ID after she realized we were under 18, we quickly left. I really wished I could have bought her one of those outfits though... her tanned skin and the black lace would have looked wonderful!

We had dinner at a little burger and ice cream joint I knew, then decided we were done and it was time to head home. I got the idea to rent a movie or two so we stopped at the store and browsed until we found something we agreed on. I teased her again about going back into the adult section, but I knew they carded and we couldn't actually get one. She protested at my teasing, but she also seemed intrigued enough that I would have gotten one if I thought I could get away with it. We headed back to my house and went inside. I carried her suitcase up to the guest room, right beside mine. Then we went down to the basement family room to watch the movie.

We sat down on the big wraparound couch and started the movie. Kerry took the corner section next to me after I sat. We kicked off our shoes as the previews started and she bent her knees and curled her feet under her. I was actually a bit disappointed. I don't have a huge foot fetish, but I think feet and toes are cute, especially in nylon. I thoought about asking if she wanted a foot massage, given the walking we had done today and over the previous two weeks, but I thought it would sound wierd.

As the movie played, we laughed and talked. It was actually a pretty bad movie, trying to be a horror flick. I turned out the lights to try to improve the horror mood, but most of the time we laughed at the bad effects. There were a couple of shocking, gory scenes though that made Kerry turn away, towards me as her feet were bent under her the other way. Each time she did this, she slipped a little closer on the couch. My the end of the movie, she was pretty much leaning against my shoulder. I lost focus on the movie and just enjoyed her closeness, afraid to move or do anything that would prompt her to sit up or pull away. I wanted to put my arm around her, or take her hand, but the suggestion made me shiver with uncertainty.

When the movie ended, she got up to use the restroom and I turned some lights on, just using the lamps and not the main overhead light for a softer mood. when she came back down, she said something about my parents going to bed early and having the place to ourselves. There was a flicker in her green eyes that made me smile. "So what do you want to do?" I asked, a tinge of hopeful mischief in my voice.

"Got any cards?" she asked, and we went on a mission to find some. Surprisingly, I could not find a plain deck of cards, but I did find an Uno deck. Kerry said that sounded like fun, she hadn't played Uno in a long time, so I brought them down, along with a 2 Liter of Coke and two glasses of ice, Kerry following me and lending a hand with carrying the load. We stretched out on the floor and started playing. I lay on my side, leaning on a elbow. Kerry sat just as she had on the couch with her knees bent and feet tucked under. It's actually a fairly natural and sexy pose, largely because no man can do it and they seem to teach it to every girl at some secret girl camp. From this angle, I was looking up at her and kept getting lost in her green eyes and smile as we played and repeatedly frustrated each other as we battled to win each hand.

I was a sucker though. I would play and play, but not let myself win just to see the joy and mischievous grin on her face every time she beat me. Of course, I had no problem making her draw cards or keeping her from winning. I had fun teasing her as we played like this, but I always let her win. I think that worked to my advantage because after about forty minutes she was up by three games to none and she suggested: "Let's make this more interesting on the next game."

"Oh yeah?" I wondered. "How so?"

"We could play strip Uno. Every time you lose a hand, you take something off." she said, with a devilish smile.

Oh boy, I thought. This was going to be good. There was NO WAY I could say no to that, especially since I had been letting her win and certainly wasn't going to keep doing so. I thought back to that day in the old neighborhood when she slipped off her swimsuit and thought, This is perfect... she's still a girl who likes a little bit of naughty fun. "Alright." I agreed, trying not to sound too eager, "But it has to be real clothing. Jewelry and stuff doesn't count, right?"

Her devlish smile cut straight through me. "Agreed." she replied and started shuffling. She repositioned herself, laying on her belly, with her legs behind her, feet kicked up and crossed in the air. Facing me, her layered shirts hung down and I could just see the top of her cleavage within. My eyes darted from her chest, to her eyes, to her legs and feet and I wondered if I looked like I was on speed. The quivering butterflies that had been dancing between my belly and my thighs quickened their pace as I felt my shorts getting tighter. She bit her lip anxiously as she dealt the cards.

I won the first game without even picking up a card. Her jaw dropped and she accused me of cheating as she sat up, giving me a flirty scolding look. "Hey, it was your idea to play. You're not going to back out on me now are you?" I chided. She made a big play of sighing and untucking her outer shirt before peeling it off her shoulders and tossing it up onto the couch. As she leaned back over, I noticed how tight that tank top was and I could see the outline of her bra as it cupped her breasts under the white fabric. Her shoulders were as perfectly tanned as the rest of her and it made a nice backdrop for her hair as it spilled around and framed her face. I admired her for a second before she tossed the deck in front of me.

"Deal." she commanded.

"Yes Ma'am." I complied, shuffling the deck and dealing the cards for another hand. This game went much longer, nearly forcing us to reshuffle. I was distracted, wondering what she would take off next, and wondering what I should take off if I lose. I wasn't proud of my body like I would be if I had her's. I was afraid she wouldn't want to see more if I started to reveal myself.

Next thing I knew, she laid down her last three cards. Two skips, a quick "Uno" and a final wild to boot. She looked over at me, eyes on fire with amusement saying, "C'mon. Your turn now."

I sat up. I was still wondering what to do. Taking off my shirt seemed natural, but I didn't have anything on underneath. If I took off my shorts, I'd actually be uncovering less because of my boxers. I thought about it while I made a show of scratching my chin and going "Hmmmmm...."

"You big baby." she said as she suddenly leaned forward and start unbuttoning my shirt.

"HEY!!!" I protested, but not really. Her hands were small and nimble, and I would take any excuse for her to touch me, especially undressing me! I threw my arms back in mock astonishment as I watched her unfasten each little plastic button, then yank hard and untuck my shirt. I helped her slip the thing off my shoulders and tossed it up on the couch with her's. I looked up at her, feeling very exposed. Her eyes were locked on my chest. I had started growing chest hair at fourteen and now two years later I hoped it stopped growing in soon. I blushed at her stares and tried to act nonchalant by saying, "A little anxious to get me out of my clothes, are we?"

She giggled in response and just kind of shook her head as she retreated back to her side of the game. Her face was a little flush, with embarrassment I supposed, but I didn't know if it was from seeing me without a shirt, having been brash enough to take it off me, or my comment. I decided the best idea was to start shuffling and continue the game.