Shy Around Girls

[HitchingARide]

Dad had once told me that it was normal to be shy around girls; that I’d grow out of it once I got older. But that was a year ago, and I still could hardly even talk to one. Shit, I’m nearly fourteen now, how old do I have to be?

This summer, my dad got transferred to a new town, and we moved to a city named Normal. Really. I thought my parents were kidding me when they told me we were moving to a place named Normal. I almost ended up living on the corner of Boardwalk and Park Place. Yeah, just like Monopoly. But someone outbid by parents on the house they wanted, so we ended up in a duplex on the other side of town.

I quickly learned that Cindy West lived right next door. She was my age, just a few weeks older. I met her, and her younger sister, as we were unpacking the truck my parents had rented for the move. She introduced herself, and didn’t seem at all bothered as I flustered to say anything meaningful to her beyond my name and age. Her sister, Vicky, laughed at me however, until Cindy told her to go home. But try as I might, I just couldn’t carry on a conversation.

Cindy was beautiful, which made my shyness worse. I finally gave up and said I had to get my stuff to my room. Then I realized that the box I was holding was open, and on top were several pairs of white briefs that I used to wear. I knew that I’d never live that down.

When I came out to get another box, my mom was talking to her. Cindy said goodbye, and invited me over to her side of the duplex when we were done moving in.

“She’s a very nice and normal girl,” Mom began. “You don’t have to be so shy. You have no trouble talking to boys.”

Except I don’t get interested in how boys look or think about dating them or anything like that. With girls, that was all my mind seemed to think about. And those ideas were things like roller coasters. Fun, once you ride one, but scary as hell before you get up enough nerve to get on. And at the rate I was going, I was going to be in college before I got up enough courage to try one out.

Our backyard was fenced in all around. There was no gate between the two sides of the duplex, or to the duplex next to ours. It was tall enough that I couldn’t see over it. But that evening as we ate some fried chicken my parents picked up after they turned the moving truck in, I could hear Cindy talking. My name came up once, but not from Cindy. It was Vicky who told their parents that I was a scared little mouse and wasn’t even able to talk.

I was downstairs playing Hot Wheels Unleashed on the big-screen TV we had down there when Mom came down and interrupted my game.

“The girl next door is cutting her yard. Ours really needs it too. Go over there and ask if you can borrow the mower when she is done. It’s a battery-powered one, so we won’t need gas. I’ll have to remind your father to buy one.”

“Which girl,” I asked as I maneuvered the game to a good saving spot.

“It shouldn’t matter, but since you asked, it’s the younger one. Vicky. Just go and ask. Stop acting like girls have cooties. That should have left your mind back at age eight.”

“It’s not that,” I said, perhaps a little more accusatory than necessary. “I mean, I, uh, just freeze up. What was Dad like when you two first started hanging out?"

“He’d already had two girlfriends, and we were several years older than you are now. He was a bit nervous and so was I. But nothing like you. I’m worried you’ll never have any relationship with a female if you don’t get over your fear. What’s the worst she could do?”

Mom just didn’t understand. What I understood was that my game was over for now, and maybe for a long time if I didn’t go and borrow the West’s stupid mower. I put my shirt on and left.

Vicky was dressed in some kind of shirt that was loose in the front and left her middle exposed. It had a strap that went around the back, and as she turned to mow in the opposite direction, I saw that most of her back was uncovered. I could feel words disappearing from my brain as I stared at her.

And my staring got noticed when she turned this way again. She cut up to her side of the dual driveway and stopped the mower.

“What?” she asked. “Are you really that much of a perv that you have to stare at me? Want to see more?”
She lifted the front just high enough that I think I could see a tiny bit of her breasts. My dick began to get hard, and it was impossible to take my eyes off her. But after a few seconds, she laughed and let the top fall back down.

“I, uh, n-n-need to ask if I can borrow that when y-y-your done.” Shit, I don’t think I’d ever stuttered before. She was going to think of me as a nurd. Or worse. Maybe she was right. Maybe I was a pervert.
“You like Cindy, don’t you,” she asked.

“Uh, yeah, I guess.” I could feel my cheeks getting warm and knew I was blushing.

“Well, I’ve got to cut the back, unless you want to do it for me. Then the batteries will need to be recharged. That will take two hours. If you stay until I’m done mowing, I’ve got a way that will help you be able to talk to her.”

“H-h-how?”

“Don’t worry about it, it won’t hurt. I just need to expand your mind to new possibilities. When I’m done, you’ll be able to look her in the eyes and actually speak to her, or to other girls.”

She didn’t wait for an answer but restarted the mower and went back to work. I stood there watching her. Could she really cure my fear of girls? If so, I had to find out. Once she finished doing the last row in the front, I followed her to the back yard.

“I could do the back, and then you could, uh, you know, make me b-b-better while the batteries charge.”
“Make you feel comfortable around girls? Yes, I can do that.” She showed me how the mower worked. I was just about to start it when she reached out and grabbed my crotch.

“That’s what I thought,” she laughed. “You’ve got a boner. Get to work and I’ll get you to overcome your fear.” She let go of my dick.

It was an awkward moment. Unlike anything I’d ever experienced. A girl had felt my boner. And I didn’t die. I turned on the mower and I got started on her backyard.

The back was twice the size as the front, and it was swelteringly hot. I was a little more than half way done when she came out with a glass of water. She had changed her shorts. The pair she had on now only extended a few inches down her thighs. I stopped the mower and took the glass, doing my best not to stare at the amount of leg she was now showing.

“Do you like what you see?” she teased as I drank the water. “It is hot, and you’re all sweaty. Give me your shirt.” She waited until the glass was empty. I handed her the glass and started to turn back to the mower.

“No, that wasn’t an idle question,” she said. “Give me your shirt or go back home and come back later when Cindy is here and ask her if you can borrow the mower.”

My mind exploded with the thought of having to ask Cindy for anything. Even as simple as borrowing the mower. I gulped. Did I have to courage to remove my shirt? It wasn’t like I’d never been outside around other people topless. But her demanding my shirt was different somehow. Then it hit me. She was starting her training. Give her the shirt, or forget that she might be able to help me. Before I could chicken out, I pulled my shirt up over my head and handed it to her. Then, I turned and resumed cutting her backyard.

I didn’t see her again until I was done. She showed me where the batteries were in the mower and had me take them out. A charger was on a table on the porch, and she put one of them in it.

“The training starts with trust,” Vicky said softly. “You have to trust me. If you don’t, then it won’t work. How do you feel about that?”

“Um, okay.” I really didn’t feel okay at all. But I did wonder if she could really help me get past my fear of talking to girls. She surprised me by using my shirt to blindfold me. Then she took me by my hands and moved me around. It was almost like we were dancing.

Then she stopped. “Now I’m going to put something around your waist. It won’t hurt in the slightest.”
I felt my knees shake a bit as something that was maybe two-foot high was wrapped from my belly button to just below my nipples. It was pulled snug.

Suddenly, something wrapped around both my wrists. I realized that more than two hands were touching me. Meaning that either Vicky had grown more arms, or someone else was there. I started to complain, but as soon as my hands were bound tight the shirt was removed from over my eyes and instead part of it was pushed into my mouth and the rest tied behind my head.

A girl I had seen several times was with Vicky.

“This is Monica Thompson,” Vicky said. “She’s going to help, so relax.” She turned to the other girl and added, “Let’s get him across the street.”

I knew that on the other side of the street there was a sharp rise and then a row of trees. I hadn’t crossed the street, so I had no idea what was beyond the trees. But with my hands bound tightly to my sides and the two girls pulling me forward, I was about to find out.

No cars were coming, so we crossed immediately. Once just inside the tree line, I heard words I never wanted to hear.

“Let’s get his shorts and underpants off here,” Vicky said.

I was helpless. It only took seconds for the two girls to strip me naked except for shoes and socks.

“Hmm, he’s actually bigger than I expected,” Vicky said as she and Monica stared at my privates. “Not as much hair as I thought a boy turning fourteen would have. Let’s get going.”

My shorts and boxers were left lying on the ground as we began moving forward again.

Soon, I could hear splashing and loud laughter from below a drop off. As we approached, I could see dozens of kids who all looked to be about my age. Boys were mostly in a pond splashing around, while girls were on the side, some smearing sun block over their mostly uncovered bodies. My dick rose to full size immediately. I tried to stop. I tried to plead with Vicky and Monica. But we continued down the slope.
We were spotted immediately and the girls came rushing to see me.

“This is Asher Moore,” Vicky explained. “He just moved into the other side of the duplex where me and Cindy live. He’s very shy around girls and doesn’t seem to be able to talk to them. Hopefully, you can cure him of that. He missed the Shelby Freshmen Hazing Day, so Cindy allowed us to offer him to you. Next summer, Monica and I will go through the ceremony, and I hope you all will remember this gift.”
With that, I was released and Monica and Vicky turned and headed up the slope, back towards home. Bound and gagged, I was stuck as a score of girls surrounded me. Shelby was the name of the development I lived in.

“Hi, Asher,” several girls said. My shirt was removed from my mouth, allowing me to speak. I stuttered as I tried to get them to let me go.

“We will, but this is, well, kind of a nice gift,” a girl said. “Many of us will be starting at Normal West High School next week, so we’ll likely be in several of your classes.”

Not something I wanted to hear. By now, the boys had started to gather around. Even they wanted to get a look at the naked boy. I couldn’t blame them, I think of one of them was naked I’d want a look too. If for no other reason than to compare.

Questions poured forward. What did I think of Normal? Had I meant Cindy West? When was my birthday? Had I ever been seen naked in front of other kids my age? I tried to answer them, reasoning that sooner or later they were bound to release me and let me go home. And the weirdest thing happened. The more I talked, the easier it became. Soon I was answering in paragraphs instead of single or double words.

Don’t get me wrong. My dick was still jerking up and down and I was still desperate to escape, but talking to the girls was becoming easier.

Then I heard one of the boys speak. “He really needs to jack off. I’ll bet he’d really enjoy it if one of you did it for him since his hands are bound.”

From the deep voice, I guessed this boy was about to enter tenth or eleventh grade. He seemed to be staring at one particular girl.

“Yeah, do it,” another boy said. “You all got to touch us when we were bound like he is.”

I was stunned. Had some of these boys been here naked? And then a bigger surprise. A girl’s hand wrapped itself around my dick. She began to slide the skin up and down the hard shaft. It wasn’t as good as my own hand, but I was liking it a lot more.

I was right on the edge of shooting when she released me. “Welcome to the Shelby Freshman Hazing Day,” she said with a smile. “Unfortunately, you have to finish that job yourself. And only the one who secured your hands to the vest is allowed to release you. About two-thirds of these guys were all here together for their hazing, but you had to go through it alone, and if Cindy West put that on you, it’s been hours already since I know she had a doctor’s appointment this morning. Sucks to be you.”

My shirt was pulled over my head and down so that the bottom was just covering the base of my dick, which was still jumping around on its own with a stringer of cum hanging from the edge.

“I guess you’ll have to get back to Cindy’s house on your own. Cindy should be back from her sports physical by now. If not, maybe Vicky has directions to release you. It was sure nice to see you today, and we’ll all be looking forward to seeing you in school next week.”

A couple of the girls helped me up the slope. They apologized once they were away from the other girls.
“This tradition is horrible,” one said to me. “But we have to take part in it or be hazed ourselves. Especially if we have a boy we really like. They hate it. Hazing day keeps them naked for hours. You were only in front of us for a few minutes. But they were released when the older girls said the time was done. Like Mia said, the only one who can release you is the one who secured you. But it was supposed to be another incoming freshman girl, not a girl just entering eighth grade.”

Once at the top of the hill, the two girls said goodbye and good luck and turned back. I followed the path towards home, hoping Vicky would be waiting for me by where she and Monica had left my clothes. But either I was on the wrong path, or they had taken my clothes with them. I came to the tree line without seeing them or my clothes.

Heading through the trees, I only heard one car pass. I knew from my short time living here that the street was busy in the early morning and late afternoon as people went to and from work. When I could see the road, I saw that I had followed the correct path. The duplex I lived in was right in front of me. And the gate to Cindy’s back yard was open. All I had to do was cross the street.

I didn’t dare try to run, not with my wrists bound to my sides. I barely made it down the slope to the side of the street without falling. Just as my right foot touched the street, two girls on bikes came out of a driveway four duplexes down the street. They started to turn away from me, but when they looked to see if cars were coming, they saw me. That made them change their mind.

I was still on the street when they rode past me, laughing. I guessed they were about eleven years old. They turned, and then got up on the driveway I had to cross. My dick was still hard as a rock, and with each step it flicked off a drop or two of cum.

“Nice,” one of them said as she stared. “Did Vicky do that? Or was it Cindy?”

I didn’t answer as I tried to make my way around them. But no matter which way I turned, they worked together to block me.

“Chloe, Alice, what are you two doing to that poor boy?” Cindy said as she came through the gate to her front yard. Then she got a better look at me as the two girls rode off laughing.

“Asher? What are you doing?”

“Your sister. And a girl named Monica Thompson. They have my clothes.”

For about two seconds, Cindy stood there looking at me. It felt more like two hours. Then she hurried down the drive and pulled me along towards the gate into the back yard.

Unfortunately, it was not what I’d hoped to find. Vicky and Monica were not on the back porch. But three more girls were. For a few seconds, they looked surprised to see a totally naked boy with his arms bound to his sides. And then the laughter began.

“Sorry, Asher, but the front door is locked and I don’t have my keys on me,” Cindy said. She did spend a few seconds looking closely at my erection, as were the other girls.

“Judy, Emma, Beth, this is Asher. He lives on the other side,” Cindy said, pointing to my side of the duplex. “Asher, these are my friends. It looks like Vicky took it upon herself to make sure you were properly initiated into Shelby. I’ll explain that later. Right now, I need to get his clothes and see if I can find the key to these locks.”

It was the first time I became aware that the straps encircling my wrists were secured with very small padlocks. Leaving me at the mercy of the other three girls, Cindy went into her house.

“This neighborhood is named Shelby, and a decade or so ago some girl got the idea to haze all the boys turning fourteen,” Judy explained to the other two girls. “That evolved into those entering ninth grade. Thus, this.” She pointed to me.

“Damn, I sure wish we had some kind of routine like this where I live,” Beth stated. “I would give anything to see Mark King naked and unable to cover up.”

“Yeah,” Emma agreed. “For me, it would be Adam West.” All three girls were staring as my dick did a little dance for them.

The door opened and Cindy returned. “I didn’t see your clothes anywhere, nor did I find the keys. I texted my sister and told her to get home immediately. Until she gets here, there isn’t much more I can do.”

“He needs something,” Judy pointed to my dick. Then she looked me in the eyes. “Do you want me to do it for you?”

A girl. Touching my dick. But I desperately needed to cum. “Just don’t stop at the first burst. There will be three or four of them.”

The girls all moved closer, eager to watch. Her hand was warm, but it was an awkward grip. It didn’t really matter; I needed it more than I needed comfort. And it was six bursts. To her credit, she hung on and kept jerking until I was finally done.

One of them found a tissue in a pocket and was wiping me when Vicky and Monica returned.

“Shit, we missed it,” Vicky said, eyeing the cleanup.

“Where are his clothes?” Cindy all but shouted at her. “And the keys to the locks.”

“If he promises not to cover up, I’ll unlock his hands now,” Vicky taunted.

“No. This is wrong.” Cindy stood and moved in front of her younger sister. “Unlock him now!”

But I’d had enough. “I promise,” I said. “And if I understand the Shelby Neighborhood Hazing policy, only the one who locked my hands is allowed to release me.”

Vicky rose and stepped around her sister. She pulled a key from a pocket and two minutes later I was free from the waist band. I resisted the temptation to use my hands to cover up.

“Now get his clothes,” Cindy ordered.

Her sister shook her head. “Not until he proves that I cured him.” She looked at me. “Talk to them. Carry on a conversation with each of them. Then I’ll get your clothes.”

And somehow, much to my surprise, I managed it. I explained to Cindy why I’d been almost rude to her when we first met, how scared I was at talking to girls. I thanked Judy for jerking me off, and answered several questions she had about the process. Emma wanted to know who saw me on the other side of the street, and I talked about all that happened there, making sure to give credit to the girls who helped me up the slope.

Then Beth. I asked where she lived, and about the boy she mentioned, Mark King. If there was a reason that she wished she could see him naked other than the obvious, to see a boy undressed. She admitted that she liked him, but he didn’t seem to notice her.

“Maybe he’s like me,” I suggested. “Shy. Unable to talk with girls.”

“Like you were,” Vicky pointed out. “Now, even naked, you’re sitting here talking to four of them. Admit it, I cured you.”

Before I could move, she left. She returned a few minutes later with my clothing.

Despite the truth that I’d been able to talk while totally naked, I dressed quickly without saying a word. Then I did tell Vicky that I appreciated her help.

“I’d love to stay and talk, but I have to borrow your lawn mower and cut my yard,” I said. “The batteries should be charged by now.”

They were, and to my surprise, Cindy followed me to my side. “It is awfully hot,” she said. Maybe you don’t need a shirt.”

I took it off and left it on the front porch while I got started. Cindy sat on the railing until my mom came out with two chairs. She looked at me like I’d grown a second head. There I was, shirtless, with a girl watching me. And I didn’t seem flustered at all.

I don’t know what the two of them talked about. I assumed at least some of the conversation was about me. When I moved to the back, Cindy followed, but Mom went back inside.

Cold lemonade was served by my mom when I was done. And she was totally surprised that I sat there topless, caring on a conversation with Cindy. I knew once it was just me and Mom I was going to be faced with a thousand more questions.

The first day at school was interesting. The girls who had seen me naked all stared. Some greeted me, but were put off by the fact that Cindy and I were very close to holding hands. And to my total astonishment, I didn’t hear a single comment about being naked a few days before. None of the girls or boys who had seen me had said a word.

A year later, Cindy and I were going steady. She and I attended the festivities at the pond. She and I were both interested in which boy Vicky would haze. In all, six boys were brought in naked and bound, just like I had been. Vicky was with the kid who delivered our paper.

I found it strange that I was interested in seeing the boys. Not sexually, just curious. Like mine had been, they were hard and their dicks were jerking around. Thinking back, I realized that I was kind of proud to have gone through my hazing by myself. Here, there were as many girls as had seen me, but their attention was split between the six boys.

I didn’t go again the following years, and by the time I was in college I heard from my mom that new houses were being built across the street, so I guess the Shelby neighborhood Freshman Hazing Day is now a thing of the past.

[NudeBaG]

This was good!
A bit rushed, but solid all around.

[tim409]

There is one thing I am not sure of, is it just the males who are striped naked? A girl said she would be hazed if she did not do it, Personally I hope girls would not be stripped naked like the boys are. Maybe just to their underwear it anything

[HitchingARide]

I think I'll leave whatever hazing might be done to girls for one of the writers in the ENF section.

[NickTwisp]

There is one thing I am not sure of, is it just the males who are striped naked? A girl said she would be hazed if she did not do it, Personally I hope girls would not be stripped naked like the boys are. Maybe just to their underwear it anything

The impression I took was that a girl would only be hazed if she tried to interfere with the process.

Interesting that having the girls see him naked seems to actually cure Asher of his shyness. Also, when he goes to school with lots of students who saw him naked that no one mentions it. Sort of like the code of this ritual of stripping neighborhood boys.