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Date: Fri, 10 Nov 2000 04:10:05 -0500
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IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18, or otherwise forbidden by law to
read electronically transmitted erotic material, please go do
something else.
This material is Copyright, 2000, Uther Pendragon. All
rights reserved. I specifically grant the right for all
reproduction necessary for normal Usenet propagation. I
specifically grant the right of downloading and keeping ONE
electronic copy for your personal reading so long as this notice
is included. Reposting requires previous permission.
Many of my other stories can be found at:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www. If you have any comments
or requests, please E-mail them to me at anon584c@nyx.net.
All persons here depicted are figments of my imagination; any
resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.
# # # #
SHOW AND TELL
by Uther Pendragon
"So, wanna do something special today?" asked Pat. She had short
red hair and lots of freckles. She wore a plaid shirt and the
usual jeans and sneakers.
They were walking between two fields his dad had contour-plowed
that spring. Beans to their left, corn to their right.
They walked to the end of the fields, and the road angled off
into the woods. "I dunno," he said. "What d'you wanna do today?"
They kept walking.
When the ruts petered out, they took the trail to the left.
Soon, he had to piss. "You go on," he said. "I'll catch up."
He stood well back from a large tree and let it pour out. When
he heard something to his right, he turned left to water the
bushes.
He zipped up fast and headed for the path. "Pat!" he said, "I
don't do that to you."
"I just wanted to see." The idea of her peeking at him excited
him somehow. And he had his curiosity, too. She turned off
towards the big meadow.
"Well," he said following her, "maybe I want to see, too." The
idea was exciting. Did she have hair there like the older kids
said?
"See?"
"See you."
"I dunno," she said, and was silent until they got to the meadow.
Then: "I will if you will."
He stepped out into the sunlight. When he could see after
stripping off his t-shirt, she knelt six feet in front of him,
untying her sneakers.
She stood up to unbutton her shirt. There were two triangles of
cloth on her chest, and she reached back to remove them. She
wasn't looking at him, but he stopped undressing to watch her.
Her nipples looked like a pair of strawberries sticking out of
her chest. The freckles tailed off before they reached those
nipples. These stuck out towards him from a sweep of creamy-
white skin which reached the top of her flowered, white panties.
And she looked pretty! How could Pat look pretty? Her jeans
were down around her knees, but she reached for them when she saw
that his were still above his waist.
"No!" he said and pushed his clothes down, both jeans and shorts.
She removed her jeans, and stood with her thumbs inside the waist
of her panties until he stood before her naked except for his
pants around his ankles.
She pulled her panties down and stepped out of them. She was
smooth and bare there, with nothing like a cock, which he had
sort of known. The bigger kids had been fibbing about the hair.
A little fold or slit began in front and disappeared
between her legs. None of the details was really a surprise.
What did surprise was her beauty. This had been about curiosity,
not beauty.
His dick began to rise -- now of all times. He pulled up his
shorts, and she started to dress, too.
The End
Show and Tell
Uther Pendragon
2000/11/10
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