Content warning: This part features a minor injury. Also, as you might’ve guessed from the last cliffhanger, it’s kind of in the wrong forum, as it features more ENF than ENM this time around. (Fear not, there is plenty of ENM too!
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Part 11 – Girl, interrupted
Samanatha reacted fast. Her shriek had been pure panicked reflex, but she had always been quick-witted in responding to any situation, even a situation as dire as the one she found herself in now. Her towel was pulled away from her body before she could stop it, but Nathan hadn’t even finished stepping back with it before Samantha snapped into action.
She was naked! She was naked and
BOYS were looking at her! They could all see her bum! She
HAD to fix this.
Priority one: Keep the girl parts between her legs secret at all costs.
Priority two: Recover her towel and her dignity. Samantha clamped her right hand tightly over her privates, spun to face Nathan and reached out with her left hand to grab her stolen towel back.
Covering up in this way was totally in keeping with the stripping game they had been playing in the showers, and with Rafi’s behaviour when Yuto had pulled his towel off a minute ago. No one would think it strange that she was covering her privates. Trying to avoid anyone seeing them seemed to be an important part of the game.
She
REALLY wished she hadn’t let out that involuntary shriek. It must’ve drawn everyone’s attention. How many boys had seen her naked bum when her towel came off, before she turned to face them all? It was almost too embarrassing to think about. At least she had been facing the wall. No one could’ve seen her front before she covered it, except for maybe the boys standing immediately either side of her…
Oh god, she thought. Did Nathan see? Did
HARRY see? She prayed not, but as she lunged to grab her towel back, Nathan simply stood there, open-mouthed, making no move to stop her. Samantha’s stomach twisted in embarrassment. Oh no, she thought. He saw! He knows!
Nathan’s mind was reeling. All of his assumptions about Sam had been wrong! As he pulled off the towel, he saw, just for a couple of seconds, a small vertical slit down there, where he had expected to find an erect willy and a pair of balls. Sam was a girl! Or maybe a trans boy? Nathan couldn’t be sure which, but either way s/he had girl parts down there. No wonder Sam hadn’t wanted anyone to see him/her!
If only he’d known, Nathan would never have exposed Sam’s secret like that. Or would he? It had been fair payback, after all. Sam had pulled his trunks down
AND had stared at Nathan’s privates when he dropped his towel. The thought hit him that someone who was maybe a girl (and certainly had different parts to him) had seen his erection. He couldn’t work out if that was more or less embarrassing than another boy seeing it. It was embarrassing, either way.
Taking advantage of Nathan’s dumbstruck hesitation, Samantha plucked her towel back out of his hand, only to have it snatched away again a second later by Yuto. “Haha, Sam’s naked at last! Good one, Nathan!” he whooped. Samantha’s heart sank as Yuto made off with her towel and retreated to the other side of the room. A moment’s exposure looked like it was going to turn into something much worse. She improvised quickly, giving up on her own towel and making a grab for Nathan’s instead.
Max, who had just got into a pair of dark blue boxer shorts, beat Samantha to it. He grabbed Nathan’s towel and pulled it off in a similar fashion to what Nathan had just done to Sam. “Dammit, Max!” Nathan cried, trying to grab his towel back. Max tossed it out of reach, where Yuto caught it. Apparently, Max had decided the stripping game was back on and Nathan had made himself fair game for it.
For the second time, Nathan found himself naked in front of everyone, his rigid willy pointing outwards. An instant ago, he had two towels. Now he had none. He could hear some of the other boys laughing. “Hey, look, Nathan’s willy has gone stiff like mine did!” Yuto declared, clutching his two purloined towel trophies. Yuto’s willy had returned to its normal flaccid state, but he was still proudly naked. It seemed the rules of the game didn’t apply to him. Yuto was un-embarrassable and therefore immune from any revenge.
Nathan was
NOT proud of being naked. He was in the middle of the room, with his friends on all sides of him. At least half of them could see his hardened shame. If this was indeed a game, Nathan was losing it. “Shut up, Yuto!” he said, trying to cover up with his hands. They didn’t do much good in his current state. No matter how he arranged them, some of his private parts remained rudely sticking out and on show.
Harry and Charlie were among the boys to see Nathan’s erection, but they didn’t laugh at it. They were having similar problems of their own, brought about by the spectacle of Samantha denuded of her towel. Fortunately for both boys, their own towels were hiding the evidence. Charlie’s remained draped across his lap. Sitting down, no one could see his erection. Harry had both his underpants and his towel to hide what was happening to him, but he could feel his willy tenting out the front of his briefs, beneath his towel.
Nathan looked at Sam. Sam wasn’t laughing, but s/he
WAS staring. Both of them were shamefully nude, but Sam was able to cover everything important with one hand while Nathan was having difficulty hiding his own private parts with two. Nathan decided Sam seeing him like this was definitely
NOT less embarrassing than another boy seeing it.
Nathan gave up covering with his hands. Instead, he grabbed his underpants off the bench behind him and put them on as fast as he could, blushing as his erection bounced around in the process. He could only force his willy inside his white underpants if he pointed it upwards towards his belly. The tip poked out above his waistband at first, so he needed to rearrange everything. Even then, the shape remained obvious through the thin, pale fabric, but at least it was covered.
Once the distraction of Nathan’s bouncing willy had gone, Samantha was back to being the sole naked focus of everyone’s attention. The other boys were all gawking at her, and especially at the hand covering tightly between her legs. It was the only thing still keeping both her secret and what modesty she had left, but for how much longer?
At least most of them didn’t know she was a girl, not
YET anyway. They had seen a bum, but thought it was a boy’s bum. They didn’t know the truth of what she was covering with her hand. Well, Charlie knew. Samantha could see him sitting on the bench opposite, his towel still covering his lap. Charlie’s striped underpants were in his hand, forgotten while his eyes probed everything that he could see of Sam’s body, with knowing interest and amusement.
Nathan almost certainly knew her secret too, and it seemed he had seen even more of her body than Charlie was seeing right now. At least she had seen all of Nathan’s own body in return, and the fascinating sight of his stiffened willy bouncing around. Samantha would have to mentally process the loss of all the bodily privacy she had once had from Nathan. That loss was irrevocable, but she would mourn it later. For now, she had to make sure she didn’t lose any more of the remaining privacy she still had from everyone else.
Harry knew who she really was as well, of course. Suddenly, Samantha remembered that Harry had been changing on the other side of her to Nathan. He was the only boy who was now behind her rather than in front of her. The realisation alarmed her. She had been standing naked, unwittingly showing off her bare bottom to Harry Woodhouse, for far too long!
Samantha retreated a couple of steps back to the bench. She sat down at the place she had reserved for herself and her things, and planted both her hands firmly in her lap. She was the mirror image of Charlie at the bench opposite, only he had a towel and she did not. Her clothes lay in a pile beside her, but she couldn’t put them on without everyone seeing her private parts.
Only when she was sat down (and no longer showing any naughty parts to any boys) did Samantha finally look at Harry. He was gawking at her, looking almost as stunned as Nathan had. Harry’s mind, stomach and… other parts had been on a rollercoaster during the past minute, ever since Nathan had ripped Samantha’s towel off. She had been turned very slightly away from Harry when it happened, and she had covered her privates with her hand too quickly for Harry to see. Nevertheless, he was seeing more of Samantha than he ever seen before, even more than the semi-naked preview she had given him five days earlier!
Harry had imagined seeing Samantha fully naked for a long time, and now it was finally happening. He looked down at her hands, remembering the smooth curve of Samantha’s knickers over that part of her body, trying to imagine the slit that he knew was hidden there, interrupting the skin of her abdomen where he had a willy and balls instead. While Samantha was battling Nathan for her towel, Harry had gotten a front row view of her naked rear, a view that was now recorded for all time in his memory.
Samantha glared at Harry, warning him not to dare make fun of her. She noticed the front of his towel poking outwards slightly, and understood that she was somehow the cause. In another situation, Samantha would’ve made fun of Harry for it, but now she was naked and he was fully covered. The tables had turned.
Harry couldn’t help but stare, but the last thing he wanted to do was make fun of Sam. Harry knew only too well the embarrassment of losing your towel in a changing room filled with the opposite sex. He wanted to see Samantha’s privates more than anyone, but he felt sympathy for his naked female friend too. “Come on Yuto, don’t be a jerk,” he said. “Give Sam’s towel back.”
“Don’t do it, Yuto,” argued Rafi, now in his boxer shorts and walking over to join the fun. “What’s Sam got to be afraid of?” he reasoned. “I think he should show us his willy, if he really wants to be one of us. He’s seen all of ours, after all!” Charlie agreed enthusiastically with Rafi’s suggestion. “Yeah, why not? Come on Sam, show us what you’ve got!” Sam responded by giving Charlie the filthiest look she could summon.
She was outnumbered and outvoted however. Theo agreed with Rafi too. It looked to him as if Sam hadn’t been covering very much behind that one hand pressed against his crotch. Maybe Theo didn’t have the tiniest willy in the class, after all! Maybe Sam’s was tiny too, and that was why he was so embarrassed about anyone seeing it. If that was the case, Theo wanted everyone to know, so that he wouldn’t be the only one teased about his size.
Yuto agreed as well. He wanted all his friends to be as naked as he was. He wasn’t interested in looking at their privates, he simply thought it was naughty and fun.
Charlie had been unwise to draw Samantha’s attention. Yuto was naked and guarding two towels carefully. Nathan, Max and Rafi had got their underwear on. Harry, Kaito and Theo had their towels tightly wrapped around themselves, alert for any attack. Charlie, on the other hand, had left himself undefended. His towel was merely draped across his lap as he sat on the bench, leaning forward as he tried to hook his underpants over his feet without flashing anyone.
Sam knew that it meant showing her bum again, at the very least to the three boys behind her, but she badly needed a towel. The chance to wipe that smug grin off Charlie’s face was also too good to pass up. She dived forward from her bench, keeping her right hand in the protective position it had been in ever since she had first lost her own towel. She grabbed the free end of the towel that dangled near Charlie’s ankles and pulled it towards her.
Charlie gave out a shriek not unlike the one Samantha had given a couple of minutes earlier. His carefully-maintained image of composure left him as quickly as his towel did. He had only got as far as pulling his underpants up to just below his knees. His hard willy, no longer hidden beneath his towel, flew upwards for everyone to see, including Samantha. After his misjudged effort to change casually in front of her before their swim, Charlie had sworn to himself that Samantha wouldn’t get to see him naked again. Now she was seeing him with a stiffy for the first time! Charlie had thought nothing was more embarrassing than knowing a girl had watched pee streaming out of his willy the previous week, but maybe this was even worse!
“Hey, Charlie’s all stiff too! Is everyone like this today?” Nathan joked, in the hope it would pass off his own erection as normal, or at least not unique. Nathan was feeling more confident again, now that he had got his trousers on, and his hard-on had subsided. “Very funny, Nate,” Charlie said, deadpan, trying to regain some of his own composure as he stood up.
Charlie didn’t feel composed however. Standing up meant his stiffy pointed outwards even more obviously to the crowd in front of him, but it was necessary in order to pull his underpants up quickly. Charlie wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear when he saw Samantha’s gaze fix on his erection, but he forced down his embarrassment and pulled up his underpants quickly. Like Nathan before him, he needed to do some rearranging before everything fit neatly inside.
Not bothering to cover up any further, Charlie marched purposefully across to Samantha. He had been willing to merely observe her fate, but she had stolen his towel and so he stole it right back. Powerless to stop him, Samantha retreated back to her bench. She laughed weakly.
She was trying to keep a brave face, to make it seem as if she wasn’t too concerned about being seen naked. (They were all boys, right? They all had the same stuff, so they kept saying.) She didn’t quite realise this was possibly making things worse for her. The boys ambushing her, apart from Charlie, still thought this was a light-hearted game, and were having fun trying to expose their new friend ‘Sam’ and what they thought was ‘his’ willy.
In a more clear-headed moment, Charlie might’ve had more thought for how wrong it was for them all to be ganging up on Samantha like this, and might’ve put a stop to it, but he was feeling embarrassed and angry. He had been made a fool of and was still, humiliatingly, showing off an erection in a pair of orange and white underpants, in front of this girl who had brazenly invaded their private changing space.
Samantha felt a tap on her right shoulder. It was Harry, sitting down next to her on the bench. “Here, you can have mine if you like,” he told her, offering the towel that had been tied around his waist until a moment ago. She looked at the towel, then down at Harry’s lap. All he had on was a pair of dark red underpants. Inside them, his willy was obviously as stiff as Charlie’s and Nathan’s. It formed a tent which left little to the imagination. I did that, thought Sam. All these boys’ willies are sticking out like that because of
ME!
She could tell Harry was embarrassed about his current state. She recognised the look on him, having seen it several times before. The boys had been teasing each other about their stiff willies. It must be costing Harry some dignity to let them see him like this, and even more to let Samantha see him. She felt a surge of gratitude, but Harry’s noble gesture was all in vain. Charlie snatched the towel from him before Samantha could take it. “Nah, let Sam fend for himself, if he can,” Charlie said. He looked down. “Hey everyone, Harry’s got a stiffy too!” There was more laughter around them as Harry winced in shame.
Nathan, however, was curious. It wasn’t often that the other boys got hard when changing, even when they fooled around like this. First Charlie and now Harry, he thought. He wondered if Harry had seen what Nathan had seen himself, the girlish slit between Sam’s legs, and if that was the cause. But if that was true, why was Harry offering Sam his towel? Nathan didn’t think Harry was enough of a gentleman to pass up the chance to see a naked girl when it was handed to him on a plate.
Samantha had run out of available towels to try to take to replace her own. Rafi, Max and Kaito closed in on her, pulling her up off the bench and to her feet. Kaito stepped in behind Samantha, holding her in place by her shoulders. It was a coordinated attack. “Guys, this is mean…” Harry tried interjecting. “Yeah, I think we should stop now. If Sam doesn’t want us to see…” tried Nathan as well, but no one else was listening. Yuto let go, but Rafi and Max grabbed one of Sam’s arms each and began to pull them apart. Five boys started up a chant, “Willy out! Willy out! Willy out!”
A short distance away, Tom had finally finished talking on his phone to the plumber. “All sorted, they’re coming by tomorrow,” he told John, stowing the phone away in the pocket of his jacket, which was draped over the lifeguard chair. “That’s great, man. Can I go now?” John replied. Tom had temporarily forgotten John wanted a toilet break. “Oh yeah, I forgot,” he answered. “Sure, but there really should be two lifeguards here if one of us is leading a class, so be quick about it.”
John didn’t need to be told to be quick. He was already feeling a strong sense of urgency, though it wasn’t coming from his bladder, more the need to check whether Samantha had gotten herself into trouble. And whether that was likely to get
HIM into trouble with Tom, for helping Samantha to break the rules and carry out her voyeuristic little plan against their male customers. John hauled himself out of the pool and ran off towards the changing rooms, the chlorinated pool water still pouring off his body as he ran.
Tom shrugged. “I guess when you’ve gotta go, you’ve gotta go,” he said, mostly to himself. A girl in the swimming class swam across to the poolside and frowned disapprovingly up at him. “I thought you lifeguards were always telling us there’s no running allowed on the poolside,” she said. Tom realised she was right, of course. “Hey John!” he shouted after his departing colleague. “Not
THAT quickly! No running on the poolside!”
In the chaotic scene John was running towards, Harry and Nathan joined in the struggle, both deciding independently to come to Samantha’s aid. Aiming to distract her captors, Harry kept up the stripping game by pulling Kaito’s towel off. Alas, Kaito had already put on his jockey shorts underneath, and wasn’t concerned by the loss of extra cover. Nathan tried a similar approach by tugging Max’s boxer shorts down, with more success. “That’s for earlier!” Nathan crowed, as Max’s underwear hit the floor.
Max let go of Samantha to try to pull his underwear back up, but Nathan, joined by Yuto, tackled him to the ground. They pulled Max’s boxers off his feet and threw them into the corner of the room. Max, still on the ground, made a show of covering himself with both hands, just like Samantha was, but he was laughing. “Okay, you got me!” he chuckled, feigning embarrassment. He didn’t care if boys saw him naked. It only mattered to him if a girl saw (and boy, did that matter!), but there were no girls here that he knew of.
Any relief Samantha had was short-lived. Kaito and Rafi still had hold of her. Theo, who had dressed himself quickly while all the fighting was going on (not wanting to be a victim himself), jumped in to take Max’s place. His outdoor shorts were securely fastened and he felt safe joining in the fun now. He still wanted to see if Sam’s willy was as small as his own, or smaller.
Nathan and Yuto continued to tussle with Max on the ground, trying to pull the naked redhead’s hands away from his crotch. Harry was darting in front of Samantha like a rugby player, trying to block Charlie from getting to her too. She was grateful for his efforts, but they weren’t enough to save her. She was tiring now. She had put up a strong fight, tried so hard for so long to protect her modesty, but she couldn’t hold off three boys at once forever.
Samantha finally gave in to defeat. Rafi and Theo were going to pull her hands aside and then all of the boys would all discover, in the most humiliating way possible, that ‘Sam’ was a girl. They would see the very parts of her which defined that truth. Samantha’s brain ran into fast-forward mode, picturing the scene. Max and Yuto would cover their willies in panic, realising they were naked on the floor in front of a girl (maybe Yuto wouldn’t cover, she thought wryly), but there would be no covering up for Samantha.
She imagined them holding her there, arms spread apart, while every boy got a close-up look at her body. They wouldn’t be able to resist. After seeing all of them naked, Samantha couldn’t even hold a grudge about it. She knew she deserved the fate that was surely coming. She imagined eight pairs of male eyes ogling her girl parts, staring right into the most private opening of her body, something
NO boys were meant to see. The thought was mortifying down to her very soul. For the first time, Samantha truly felt what Rafi and Charlie meant, back when they had said they would
DIE if the opposite sex saw them naked.
And it would stay with her forever. Samantha had hoped to become a school celebrity, famous as the girl who had seen seven of her male classmates (and one elder brother) naked. Instead, she would be famous for the opposite reason, as the girl who had been seen naked
BY seven male classmates (and one elder brother). She would be humiliated, a laughing stock, her social status at rock bottom before she had even started school.
Rafi tugged her arm with all his might. Samantha’s left hand was pulled away from her body. Theo would make sure her right hand followed at any moment. Then they would all see her… Everyone would see… Charlie watched her as he wrestled with Harry. Max and Yuto looked up from the floor in anticipation. In desperation, out of options and not knowing what else to do, she cried out, “No, wait!
STOP! I’M A…”
“What’s going on in here?”
They all froze, caught in the act by the lifeguard who was staring at them. They were all used to being told off by John. He had done so enough times while they had been fooling around in the pool. This was different. John had his hands on his hips and looked really angry. Besides, it was more difficult to stand up to someone when you were naked or wearing only your underwear, as most of the boys were. They weren’t particularly embarrassed about John seeing them, but it nevertheless granted him an advantage. Samantha, on the other hand, WAS embarrassed about her hunky elder neighbour seeing her in her current state. She felt torn between humiliation, and relief at his fortuitously-timed appearance.
John took in the scene in front of him. Three boys, two of them naked and one in just a pair of black trousers, were fighting on the floor. Another two boys dressed in underpants were wrestling standing up. Finally, two boys, one in a pair of shorts and the other two in their underwear, were holding his next-door neighbour, Samantha, who… Oh no, he thought, Samantha was
NAKED!
John gulped. Samantha was covering herself desperately with one hand. He had no idea whether any of the boys had already seen what she hid underneath the hand, but he would keep up the pretence that he thought they were all boys, unless someone gave him a reason to do otherwise. “Everybody, stop fighting and let go of each other,” he commanded. “Get yourselves dressed and get out of here.”
Samantha shrugged herself free of Kaito’s grip, now covering her privates with both hands again. Kaito didn’t resist. Rafi and Theo, however, had one last shot at tugging Samantha’s hands away, in defiance of what John had said. Samantha dodged away from them both before they could get a proper hold of her. She watched where Rafi and Theo’s hands were, wary of them making another attempt to grab her. This meant she wasn’t watching where she was going or, more importantly, at the three boys who were picking themselves off the floor in front of her.
Samantha tripped over the naked Max, who had shuffled forward to get clear of Nathan and Yuto. She tried to regain her balance, but her feet slid on the damp changing room floor. She toppled forward and fell. She felt a sudden, hard, painful impact as her forehead hit the bench in front of her, next to where Charlie had been sitting. The banging sound as she hit it was alarmingly loud. It echoed in Samantha’s ears and caused the boys and John to wince in shock. Samantha’s vision went black for a moment and her head spun.
“
SAMA-!” cried John, catching himself just in time, before he blurted out her full name. “Are you alright? Back away from him, everyone,” he ordered urgently, but the boys weren’t listening to the lifeguard any more. They were gathering around Samantha noisily, chattering away, wanting to check how badly their new friend was hurt.
As her vision cleared, Samantha placed her left hand on the bench, ready to push herself back up to her feet. Her right hand remained pressed tightly over her private parts. Even when she fell, even when she was dizzy, it had never moved away, even for a second. Nothing short of unconsciousness or death itself would cause her to remove that hand!
Charlie took hold of Samantha’s left shoulder and left hand and lifted, helping her to her feet. She didn’t resist. Her forehead stung. Charlie looked at it with concern. He wasn’t trying to see her private parts any more. The fight had gone too far and gotten out of hand. They all knew it, and now one of them had been hurt. Charlie now only wanted to make sure she was okay. “Sam…” he began, but she pushed his arm away as soon as she was upright again. She was irritated with Charlie and didn’t want his pity, or his attention. The pain in her forehead was secondary to the fact that she was still naked, with boys crowding around her.
John moved in among them, pushing the others gently but firmly aside. “Alright, show’s over. Get dressed
NOW,” he said, reasserting his authority over the younger boys. They all returned to their places on the benches where their clothes lay. Samantha stared at the floor as she returned to her own spot, not wanting to trip again and not wanting to look anyone in the face.
To either side of her, Nathan was putting on his shirt and Harry was rummaging in his changing bag for his trousers. Samantha picked up the boxer shorts Harry had lent her. Now she had the dilemma of how to put them on without anyone seeing her privates. She tried to figure it out. There was space on the other side of Harry, in the corner of the room. She could step past him, and face the wall to put on the boxer shorts.
Samantha was sure Harry wouldn’t try to stop her. She was less sure about the other boys, even with John there, watching them all sternly in an attempt to keep control. No one else was hiding in a corner to dress, not even Max and Yuto, who were the only other ones who were still naked, besides Samantha herself. Moving out of her position would make her a target again. Meanwhile, she was still baring her bottom to them all again. (
JOHN included, she realised, with fresh embarrassment!)
Samantha made a quick decision, one that surprised herself. She had had enough of everyone seeing her bum, enough of fighting and evading, and didn’t want to prolong it by the time it would take to move herself and her things into the corner. She didn’t think it was right that Nathan had seen her private parts (She was still mortified about that!) and Harry had not. Harry who had done so much to try to help her. He had taken her side in every fight. He had fended off Charlie. He had even opened himself to ridicule by giving up his towel and exposing the tent in his dark red briefs, which was still on show now.
Samantha stood up, clutching the boxer shorts to her crotch. Wanting to get this over before she changed her mind, she turned slightly to her right, so that she was facing Harry directly. He alone could see her front. Harry looked at her forehead with concern. It still stung and Samantha knew a bruise would be developing. Her eyes met Harry’s. She gave him a bashful smile, followed by a mischievous wink. Then she looked down at her feet, not able to look at Harry for what she was about to do next.
Trembling, Samantha bent down, lowering the boxer shorts so she could step into them, one foot at a time. Harry gaped in amazement as her private parts came into view. He had hoped to see Samantha’s fanny for so long, and had started to lose faith that he ever would, but now it was happening! It wasn’t an accident either, Samantha was showing him on purpose, her wink giving him tacit permission to look.
Harry’s willy pressed harder against the constraining fabric of his briefs. He ignored the slight discomfort it caused, wanting only to imprint this sight of Samantha on his memory forever. Puberty had yet to work its transformation, so there wasn’t much to see. A small, hairless mound of flesh, standing out almost imperceptibly from Samantha’s lower body, formed into a pair of gently-curving lips between her legs. In-between those lips was a small vertical slit, rounded at the top.
Harry was mesmerised. It all looked so neat, so smooth, so beguilingly different from his own private parts. It was the most amazing sight he had seen in his young life. The blonde girl, Alicia, who he had seen naked less than two weeks earlier, had had a more developed body, but this was
SAMANTHA, a friend he had known almost his whole life. Seeing her entire nudity was something very special to him.
Samantha kept her head bowed, concentrating on what she was doing. She felt her face burning with embarrassment. She had really done it, she had shown Harry
EVERYTHING! This hadn’t been how she had planned on doing it. She had thought they would be alone at his house, or hers, but it was happening now instead. The most secret part of her body was exposed and she knew, without looking up, that Harry must be staring at it.
Out of the corner of her vision, she could see his stiff willy still pushing out the front of his dark red briefs. It was a reminder that she was showing herself to someone whose private parts were very different to hers, and that Harry must be equally excited to finally see
HER privates as Samantha had been to see
HIS. This did nothing to calm her nerves or the pounding of her heart.
Slowly and carefully, Samantha stepped one foot into her boxer shorts, and then the other. She realised she was shaking and didn’t want to miss the leg holes, the way Harry had done, that time when she had first seen
HIS privates. Once both feet were in, Samantha pulled the baggy underwear up quickly around her waist, covering her bum at long last from the boys behind her, and covering her girl parts from the boy in front of her. She breathed a sigh of relief that she was no longer nude. Only then could she bring herself to look at Harry once more. His eyes were goggled wide and his jaw had dropped wide open. Samantha quickly looked away again.
“Er, Sam…” Harry began. She shut out his voice, too embarrassed to hear what he had to say. “
SAM!” Harry called again, loudly and with more urgency. The tone of his voice surprised her. It wasn’t excited or teasing. Instead, Harry sounded worried. She looked up at him again. “You’re… you’re bleeding,” he said, nodding his chin to indicate Samantha’s forehead. She put a hand to it and felt something wet. Her fingers came away red. She stared at them blankly.
The chaos that had filled the changing room quickly died away as everyone realised that Sam had been hurt more than they thought. “Are you okay, buddy?” asked Kaito. “Oh no! I’m so sorry!” said Max, as he pulled his boxer shorts on, deeply regretting his part in causing the accident. He realised that, once again, he had caused grief to one of his friends without meaning to, just as he had so long ago when he had pantsed Theo. “Right, that’s it, we’re done here,” snapped John, asserting his authority over the younger boys again. “Come with me, Sam. Let’s have a look at that cut.” He shepherded Samantha into the changing room toilets.
Once inside, John grabbed a handful of paper towels and soaked them under the sink. He held Samantha’s chin and wiped away the blood on her forehead. The cool, wet towels were soothing. “It doesn’t look too deep,” he reassured her. “It’ll need a sticking plaster to stop it bleeding, but you won’t need any stitches.” He took away the wet towels, threw them in the bin and grabbed some dry ones. “Hold these over it with a bit of pressure,” he told her. “Are you feeling alright, Sam? Any dizziness or headaches?”
“Of course I’m not alright,” Samantha told him in a small voice. “They all saw me naked!” John wasn’t sure how to deal with this. Treating a head injury was something he could handle, but he’d had no training for treating the hurt feelings of an embarrassed young girl. He tried downplaying the situation. “They were just fooling around. It seemed like none of them actually saw… you know. They probably still think you’re a boy, and seeing you doesn’t really mean anything. They
DO still think you’re a boy, don’t they?” he asked, suddenly uncertain.
“Harry knows I’m a girl!” Samantha confessed. “Charlie does too, and I’m almost certain Nathan knows now. My bum meant something to them! And what about
YOU?” she added, newly horrified. “
YOU know, and
YOU saw me naked too!” It was John’s turn to blush. “Er, yes, I’m afraid I did. Sorry! If it makes you feel better, I only saw you uncovered from, you know, the back…”
Samantha buried her face in her hands. “My hot neighbour saw my bum!” she wailed. “At least I got to see the other boys naked in return, but I’m never going to see you!”
“Hey, stop that, you need to hold your head up and stop rubbing that cut,” John admonished her. He paused for a second, his brain catching up. “Wait, did you just say I was hot?”
Samantha looked him up and down. With his muscled chest, devoid of any body hair, and his red board shorts, John was the classic image of a lifeguard hunk. Samantha nodded shyly. “Uh-huh. I don’t suppose you’d consider making it even with me? You could lower the back of those shorts, show me your bum. Then I’d feel less embarrassed around you.”
John shook his head in disbelief. “I’m not showing you my bum, Sam. That just wouldn’t be appropriate.” He said it kindly but firmly. “No one would know!” Samantha protested. “You could do it quickly right now!” John chuckled at her and shook his head again. “You just don’t ever give up, do you? Now stay here while I get a sticking plaster for that cut. There’s a first aid kit in reception.
“Wait, you can’t leave me here,” Samantha protested. “The others might jump me again as soon as you’re gone.” John sighed. “I’m sure they won’t. Besides, you can’t come out to reception dressed like that, Sam.” She was still only wearing a pair of boxer shorts. She glanced down at them, then fixed John with a disdainful stare. “Oh, because boys might see me?” she asked sarcastically. John sighed again. “Fair point. Come on then,” he said.
A subdued quiet descended over the changing room when Samantha and John disappeared into the toilets. What had meant to be a bit of fun had gone wrong. They dressed quietly. Nathan sat next to Harry on the bench as they both put their socks and shoes on. Nathan had been closest when Samantha had turned towards Harry and put her underwear on. He had seen the look on Harry’s face when she did.
Now he leaned across and whispered to Harry, “When Sam put his boxers on, did you see…” His voice tailed off. Harry nodded silently, and put a conspiratorial finger to his lips, signalling Nathan to be quiet. “Later. Not here,” he whispered back.
On the bench across from them, as Kaito pulled a t-shirt over his head, Yuto (now also in a t-shirt and underwear) ran up behind him and pantsed him, just as Samantha and John were leaving the toilets. Kaito sighed wearily at his younger brother’s antics. “Quit it, Yuto,” he said. “It’s not funny any more.” Kaito finished getting into his t-shirt before bothering to pull his jockey shorts back up to cover himself. As he did, he ignored Yuto, instead watching the lifeguard and their injured friend as they headed out of the changing room in front of him.
Samantha kept her eyes focussed on John’s muscled back as she followed her neighbour from the toilets and out of the changing room. She didn’t look even once at the boys who were changing, not wanting to face them right now. As the door closed behind them and they walked the corridor that led to the reception desk, Samantha asked John, “Can you take me home with you, please? I don’t think I can be around the other boys at the moment.”
“I’m needed back on the poolside, Sam,” John replied. There’s a swim class which doesn’t finish for another half hour, and I’ve got to help Tom clear up after that before I get off work.” “Please?” Samantha asked again. “I’m… I’m too embarrassed about what happened. I’m not sure I wouldn’t let something slip when they talked to me.” She was manipulating him and they both knew it.
“Okay, fine,” John agreed, “but you’ll have to wait with Chloe in reception until I’m done.” They had arrived there now. The reception area was filled with swimmers arriving or leaving. Samantha felt self-conscious of all the people looking at her, male and female, adults and children alike. She hadn’t cared previously about being seen wearing the boxer shorts she’d borrowed from Harry, but she was feeling vulnerable now. For the first time, being topless was bothering her too. That had never happened before.
“Look at that guy! Why’s he in just his boxers?” laughed a boy not much older than Samantha, pointing her out to his friends. “Nice undies!” called out a girl he was with, sniggering. “Hey dude, did you forget something?” said a slightly older boy. “The changing room is that way!” joked another.
“Just ignore them,” muttered John quietly to Samantha as she followed him. Then, louder, he said, “If you guys don’t have anything better to do than harass my other customers, you can leave.” They quietened down, but continued to point and whisper at Sam as John led her past the reception desk into the office space behind it.
“What happened, babe?” Chloe asked John, seeing Samantha, clad in only a pair of boxer shorts and clutching a wad of paper towels to her forehead. “Sam here fell and banged his head,” John explained. “Oh, you poor kid! Are you okay?” asked Chloe, turning to Samantha in sympathy. She nodded silently. John answered for her, “I don’t think he’s concussed at all. I think he just needs a plaster. I’ve promised to take him home, but I’ve got to get back to the pool or Tom will kill me. He’s covering the class and the lifeguard post by himself right now. Are you okay looking after Sam here until I get back?”
“Of course,” Chloe agreed. She gave him a brief peck on the lips and John returned to the pool through the glass doors leading directly from reception, leaving Samantha in her care. Chloe cleaned the cut on Samantha’s forehead with a sterilising cloth from the first aid kit and applied a sticking plaster over the top. Then she went back to serving customers, leaving Samantha sitting on a chair behind her. The customers all seemed to peer behind Chloe at what they presumably thought was a half-naked boy in just his underwear, sat behind her.
Samantha felt self-conscious sitting there. She was envious of the girls she could see in their dresses and other pretty clothes, or those in their feminine swimsuits who she could see through the doors to the pool. Meanwhile she was half naked, her forehead a mess, and looked like a boy who’d been in a fight. Which, she supposed, she had. She wondered what the boys were talking about in the changing room, how much she was being discussed. What was it going to be like the next time she talked to them, especially Harry?
Samantha ran a mental inventory. All eight boys had seen her naked bum. No wait,
NINE boys including John. Two boys had seen her fanny.
THAT was going to take some getting used to. She had seen all of them (except John, who had unsportingly refused her) naked in return, so she figured it wasn’t so bad. Including the unknown boys who were changing when they got there, she had seen eleven boy bums and a lot of bouncing boy parts. She had seen Nathan’s willy hard, and Charlie and Yuto’s willies in both their hard and soft states. She had seen Harry’s hard willy poking within his underpants. She had seen Max’s, Rafi’s and Theo’s willies too…
Dammit, Samantha thought, suddenly realising what was missing from her list. After everything she had just been through, she
STILL hadn’t gotten to see Kaito’s willy!
But I hope it'll be one that seems fitting and doesn't disappoint anyone. 
I also love how her downfall came from an innocent thought/action from Nathan. Great chapter!
I also love how her downfall came from an innocent thought/action from Nathan. Great chapter!
