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Subject: {ASSM} Karen naked outside (1/5) (exhib)
Date: Wed,  1 Aug 2001 01:10:02 -0400
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I was spending a few days with my friends Jeff and Rick.  My name is
Karen.  We'd gotten to the cabin, which belonged to Jeff's
grandfather, on Thursday evening.  We'd unpacked.  It was cloudy and
getting dark. 

"Let's go for a swim," Jeff suggested.  "We have time if we hurry."

Rick and I agreed, then Rick made another suggestion, which caught me
by surprise.

"We could go skinny dipping," he suggested.

I blushed and didn't say anything.

"Why not?" he asked cheerfully.  "It's private enough out here.  No
one is going to come out here, especially not tonight.  We cna just
leave our clothes here.  Then if it rains -- and it looks like it will
-- they won't get wet!"

"Or we could just leave them on the beach," Jeff amended, noticing my
expression.  "Want to give it a try, Karen?  It *is* pretty dark, so
that makes it harder for us to see you very well, and maybe makes it
a little less embarrassing for you if it's your first time."

"Are you going to tease me and take advantage of me?" I asked timidly.

They both promised they wouldn't.  They seemed sincere.

"All right," I said nervously.  "I'll try it, as long as I can stop
when I want and you don't take advantage of me!"

"We promise!" they said in unison.

I didn't want to leave my clothes at the cabin, though.  We each took
a towel along, and went down to the beach.

"I'm going behind a tree or something," I said, looking around.  It
was starting to get dark.  I could see the outline of a bush, not far
from the water, so I went behind it and reluctantly undressed.  I left
my clothes and my towel, and scurried out and into the water.

The guys were already swimming.  It was a little hard to see them right
away, but I could hear them splashing around, and when I looked
carefully, I could see them.  I splashed forward into the water,
getting my body under the surface, then grinned a little.  They
weren't going to be able to see much of me at all.

"We'll have to stay pretty close together for safety," Rick warned me.

"All right," I agreed.  "Hey, this really isn't too bad!" I admitted,
giggling.

We swam around for a few minutes, then the guys dunked me.  I squealed
and escaped from them, then splashed them, laughing.  Jeff disappeared
under the water, then tackled me by the legs, dunking me again.  I
tried to dunk Rick by jumping on his back, but he stayed on his feet
and hoisted me above the water, then dropped me when I struggled.

"Come on, we have to go!" Jeff said.  I looked up and saw a lightning
flash.  We all hurried out of the water.  Just then, the rain started
coming, and by the time we go to shore, it cut loose and started
coming down very hard.  We saw several lightning flashes, too.

"Run back to the cabin!" Jeff shouted at me.  "Follow me!"  I could
barely hear him.

"Just a minute!" I yelled back, and dashed to get my clothes.  I had a
little trouble finding them, but finally saw them and picked them up.
Jeff grabbed my hand, and Rick was right behind me; we ran up the
trail to the cabin.

When we got to the cabin, dripping wet, the guys went right inside.  I
stayed on the porch and put on my shirt and pants, shivering but not
wanting to face further embarrassment, then went into my bedroom.  I 
toweled off quickly, then put on my pajamas, and felt much better.
When I came out, the guys were waiting.  Both had put on jeans and
t-shirts.

We went out on the porch and watched the storm over the lake, and had
popcorn and beer.

"How did you like skinny dipping?" Jeff asked me curiously.

"It was kind of... no, it was fun," I admitted, smiling.  "It was
exciting doing something so daring.  Except for the run back up here 
when it started pouring!"

"I thought that was the best part," Rick said.

"You would!"  I stuck out my tongue, then giggled.

"If you like being daring, you can do it all you want out here," Jeff 
offered.

"Sure, you don't have to wear anything at all," Rick agreed, grinning.

I blushed.

"I've done that before, for a weekend," Jeff shrugged.  "I even got a
girl to say she'd do it once, though she lost her nerve and didn't
stick with it for long."

"I've always been pretty shy," I said.  "I'm sure I wouldn't be able
to do anything like that!  Taking off my clothes to go skinny dipping
was pretty scary for me.  I've wished I was a little bolder
sometimes!"

"It takes practice."  Jeff smiled.  "I was a teenager when I first
tried it, and I was terrified.  After a while, though, I found myself
coming out here every chance I got so I could skinny dip, and run 
around on the trails without my clothes."

"With other people around?" I asked, giggling.

"Sometimes," he told me.  "When I was 14 or 15, my older sister got four
of her friends together and sent them out here.  They stole my clothes
while I was swimming, then made me parade around in front of them for
the whole afternoon.  Stark naked."

Rick and I both laughed about that.

"Once I got used to it, though, it was a lot of fun," he said,
grinning.

"So what would you recommend for me, if I wanted to learn to be less
shy?" I asked tensely.

"I guess for starters, you could spend some of your time not being 
completely, fully dressed," Jeff said thoughtfully.  "You have gotten
off to a good start on that, Karen," he smiled.

I smiled back, blushing a little.

"Keep doing things that are moderately daring.  Do them as often as you 
can," he added.  I wouldn't make them too difficult for starters.  Keep 
it to things you think you can do, and try to enjoy them.  Open an extra 
button or two on your shirt.  Take your clothes outside to change instead 
of doing it in your room."

I giggled.  "All right.  I can do stuff like that!"

"Can we offer you suggestions, too?" Rick asked eagerly.

"Sure.  I might not take them all, though," I told him.

"You should keep progressing in difficulty for daring things that you
do," Jeff noted.  "Not necessarily continuously, but more or less
steadily.  If you start to do something too hard, and can't go through 
with it, keep doing the moderate things."

"All right."  I giggled nervously.

It was cooling off outside, so we went in and played cards for a
while.  We played "31".  

"We'll play for $5 bills if you'll play for pajama top buttons," Rick 
suggested.  "You just have to open the button, not pull it off."

"All right," I agreed, blushing.

We played, and each time I lost, I had to open a button on my shirt.
When one of the guys lost, they'd toss a $5 bill into the middle of
the table.  They each started with 3 $5 bills, and I started with 4
buttons; they got one round "on their honor".  If I won, I got to
button my top again and keep the money I won; if I lost, I had to
leave it open.

My first loss wasn't too bad, but when I had to open my 2nd button, my
bra was clearly exposed.  Rick moaned humorously.  "Aw, she's wearing a 
bra!"  

I blushed.  "I hope you expected I would be!"

"Don't worry about it, Karen," Jeff chuckled.  "He's kidding."

Rick grinned and nodded.

I lost my third button, too.  The game came down to the end; Rick had
one $5 bill left, so I had to win two hands to defeat him.  I just had
the one button.  I won the first hand, and was feeling hopeful.  The
last hand went for a long time, and I was pretty confident with 29
when he suddenly laid down his hand.  "Thirty one!" he said.

I blushed and unbuttoned my last button, letting my top fall open.
Rick raked in his winnings, and both guys cheerfully looked me over.

"Can I get either of you another beer?" I asked.  They both nodded,
and I went to the cooler and got one for each of them.  I had had
enough beer, but got myself a Coke.  I came back with the bottles, and
with my shirt prominently flying open, and sat down.

"Are we going to play another game?" Jeff asked.

"What if I say I've had enough now?" I asked, glancing down.  "I'm not
sure what I'd offer if we played again!"

"I'd say you can't button your shirt buttons until you win a game,"
Rick grinned.

"Or make some other agreement," Jeff nodded.

"You mean any shirt buttons?" I gulped, blushing harder.  "That's not
what I thought I was getting into!"

"Well... not your pajama shirt buttons," Jeff said.

"Oh."  I took a breath, relieved, and nodded.

"Through the weekend, though," Rick said.  "How about this, though...
if you take off your bra, you can button up your shirt and play
another round."

"You could take off your pajama pants instead," Jeff suggested.  Rick
nodded.

"I'll do that," I said.  I stood up, facing the guys, smiled shyly and
slid my pajama bottons down.  "If I lose, I'll make breakfast in just 
my underwear," I offered.  "But after that, I'll be able to have my
pajamas back."

We sat down and played another round.  I won the first two hands, and
was feeling good about the game.  I lost a round, then won two more.  Rick
was already on his honor, and Jeff and I were tied.  Rick got a 31,
which meant both Jeff and I lost; I was down to two buttons.  Hoping
for an early win, I knocked early in the next game.  When you knock,
whoever has the lowest hand loses, but if you have the lowest hand,
you take two losses.  I had the lowest hand, and stared at the guys in
disbelief.  I slowly unbuttoned my final two buttons, then removed my
shirt and had to watch the rest of the game wearing just underwear.

The guys finished the game.  Jeff won this one, and gathered his
winnings.

"I think that's going to be it for me," I said.

"Sure you don't want to try one more game?" Jeff asked me cheerfully.

"I'd probably wind up bare naked.  No, thanks!" I declined, blushing.

"No wearing anything but underwear until after breakfast, remember!"
Rick said, winking.

"I won't," I promised, and went to the bathroom, then darted to my
bedroom.

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