NudeBaG wrote: Sat Jun 20, 2026 4:28 pm
It doesn’t have to be romantic (I don’t even see it that way yet, and I don’t think it would be at their ages) but I do hope to see a ‘tender’ moment between Sam and Harry in the finale.
Sam and Harry will share a brief moment at the start of the next part, and will get to spend more significant time together later. This is one of the reasons this story is not yet done. Don't worry, I'm not going to throw them into a romantic relationship at their age. I'm happy that what I've got planned out for them feels right for the characters. Trust me on this!
NudeBaG wrote: Sat Jun 20, 2026 4:28 pm
It doesn’t have to be romantic (I don’t even see it that way yet, and I don’t think it would be at their ages) but I do hope to see a ‘tender’ moment between Sam and Harry in the finale.
Sam and Harry will share a brief moment at the start of the next part, and will get to spend more significant time together later. This is one of the reasons this story is not yet done. Don't worry, I'm not going to throw them into a romantic relationship at their age. I'm happy that what I've got planned out for them feels right for the characters. Trust me on this!
I absolutely trust you! lol!
I don’t even know if there needs to be any more nudity or embarrassment (I’m sure there’s room for it, of course.)
With that, what I’m trying to say is I care about the characters and their relationships/friendships.
That’s always the driving force in your stories (for me).
The titillation is always 2nd, but always plentiful.
You flesh out the characters and their connections so thoroughly and quickly that once that first chapter is behind us, I’m just along for the ride.
This is another one, much like Sharing a Changing Cubicle At The Pool, where I’d love to revisit the characters in the future.
Edit:
One more thing that strikes me about this story is the ‘reverse harem’ (for lack of a better term) angle.
Sam doesn’t need to share her ogling with any other girls, allowing her to focus on her own modesty (at least up until that last bit ) and still feast her eyes on all of her future classmates.
The embarrassment was always there, but hidden beneath the surface.
It all hits at once.
Brilliant.
“Oh my goodness! Sam!” Mrs Suzuki exclaimed, noticing Samantha behind the desk as she re-entered the reception area from the women’s changing room. “What happened to your head? Where are your clothes?”
Chloe answered for her. “Sam fell over and hit his head. He’s alright, just a little shaken,” she explained. Samantha gave Yuto and Kaito’s mum a thumbs-up, to show she was indeed okay. Mrs Suzuki’s immediate alarm faded, but she still looked worried. She pulled out her phone “What’s your mother’s number, Sam? We need to tell her about this right away.”
“You don’t need to call my mum, Mrs Suzuki,” Samantha answered politely. A phone call about ‘Sam’ hitting ‘his’ head in the BOYS’ changing room would lead to an awful lot of VERY awkward questions. “You don’t need to wait for me either. I’d rather not talk to the others right now, so John’s going to take me home.” Seeing the small woman’s puzzled expression, Chloe added, “John is my boyfr… one of the lifeguards here, and Sam’s neighbour. We both get off work soon, so I can drive them both home. It’s no trouble.”
“That’s very kind of you,” Mrs Suzuki replied. Then, to Samantha, she asked, “Have you been fighting? Did someone push you over? I hope it wasn’t either of my two boys!” “Nobody pushed me! I slipped on the wet floor!” Samantha insisted. That was true enough, and she didn’t want any of the boys punished on her account. Samantha was as much to blame as any of them for what happened.
She saw Harry walking towards her. He at least was not to blame. Harry had his navy blue trousers and black gaming t-shirt on, but his feet were bare and his hair was still wet. Evidently he hadn’t finished in the changing room yet. He was carrying Samantha’s bag and handed it over the reception desk to her. “I brought your things,” he told her.
Samantha took them gratefully, but didn’t look directly at Harry. She wasn’t ready to talk to him yet. Harry correctly judged the cause of her shyness. He had seen her naked, and not just naked but with a clear view of her private parts. He knew the feeling well, from being on the receiving end. He had been overjoyed to finally see what Samantha looked like in return, but seeing her fanny wasn’t worth spoiling their friendship.
Harry looked around to check Mrs Suzuki wasn’t within earshot. She had gone to sit in the café area on the other side of reception to wait for the boys. “Hey Sam,” Harry said, lowering his voice. “Are you okay? Are WE okay?” Samantha looked up and gave him a tired smile. “We’ll be okay, Harry. I just need some time. I’m going home with John and Chloe. I’ll see you again soon, alright?”
Harry had a suggestion about this. “We were talking in the changing room just now about meeting in the park tomorrow to play football. Want to come?” He lowered his voice even further, to a whisper. “Can’t promise any naked boys, I’m afraid!” he joked.
That got a reaction. Samantha started to laugh, but it quickly died away at the memory of her own exposure. “Hey, there’s no need to be embarrassed around me, Sam,” Harry said, his voice still a whisper, but growing more insistent. “After all, you’ve seen my willy, as you keep reminding me!”
He sounded bashful as he said it, but Sam could tell from Harry’s voice that the fact no longer held the same power over him that it once did. They were even, neither had anything left to hide from the other. Still, it WAS funny. “Twice,” she reminded him again. The two of them giggled. Sam thought, I also saw it sticking up inside your undies, but now was not the time to tease Harry about that. “See you tomorrow,” Harry said. It wasn’t a question. “See you, Harry,” Samantha replied, starting to put on the clothes he had handed her.
Harry turned to go back to the changing room (and his footwear), when he almost bumped into a girl stood behind him. The girl’s blonde hair was damp, as she had obviously been swimming. She looked slightly older than Harry was, and wore a pair of cut-off, black denim shorts and a white crop top that was designed to emphasise the breasts that were beginning to grow there. Harry didn’t recognise her at first, not with her clothes on.
The girl, however, was staring at Harry and Samantha with a horrified expression. Alicia remembered the two peculiar ‘girls’ who she had encountered wearing boys swimming shorts a couple of weeks earlier. She’d seen them dressed in the same shorts in the pool today. They had been too busy playing with a group of boys to notice her. But now one of them was wearing boxer shorts and getting into a boy’s football kit, and the other had just mentioned having a willy!
Alicia knew Samantha was a girl. She had seen the proof of that between Samantha’s legs, with her own eyes. ‘Harriet’ seemingly was not, and Samantha had just called her… him ‘Harry’. “You’re… a boy?!” she spluttered, trying to understand what was going on with these two strange kids. NOW Harry remembered who she was. He shook his short, floppy hair and gestured down at the clothes he was wearing. “Well, duh!” he laughed.
Alicia didn’t find it as funny. “But… I took a shower in front of you, you little creep! You saw EVERYTHING!” she said, outraged. Harry heard Samantha snigger guiltily behind him. It made Harry snigger too. “Oops, sorry!” he said, and ducked past Alicia, leaving her standing there open-mouthed. Samantha shrugged. “He just saw my everything of me too, if it’s any consolation,” she told Alicia. It wasn’t. The older girl stormed off without another word, embarrassed by what she had just learned.
“What was THAT all about?” Chloe asked her, having caught half of the conversation in-between talking to other customers. Samantha did her best to look innocently baffled, as she finished getting dressed.
The boys all emerged from their changing room a few minutes later. Mrs Suzuki scolded them for taking too long again, and for messing around so much that one of them had gotten hurt. She couldn’t be too angry when she saw how they all took a moment to check up on Sam, although she noticed Charlie and Nathan did so rather awkwardly. Mrs Suzuki wondered if it had been they who had pushed Sam. She always had Charlie pegged as a troublemaker, but not Nathan. He always seemed such a well-behaved boy to her. After double-checking that Sam definitely wanted to go home with Chloe and John, rather than returning to the Suzuki’s house on the bus, they all left.
Samantha sat kicking her heels for a while. She grew bored. “How much longer is John going to be?” she asked Chloe. The receptionist looked at the clock on the wall. “Not long. The class is over,” she assured Samantha. She looked through the glass doors to the pool area. The pool was empty of people and John and Tom were tidying up lane markers and floats.
A few more minutes passed. The kids in the swim class, along with their parents and other remaining swimmers, all departed through reception. There was no longer any sign of the two lifeguards at the poolside. Aware of Samantha’s impatience, Chloe suggested, “Why don’t you go through to the changing room and tell them to hurry up?”
Samantha looked up at her, taken aback at the suggestion. “What?” asked Chloe, looking surprised by her surprise. “It’s not like I can go in there, is it?” But, as Samantha dashed off enthusiastically to the male changing room, Chloe allowed herself a secret smile.
Samantha crept inside the changing room. It felt odd to be back in here. She thought she had visited this place for the last time. The main room was deserted, but she could hear running water coming from the shower area around the corner.
She couldn’t! Could she? Spying on John naked was no way to repay him for his help! Then again, he had seen HER naked and had stubbornly refused to show her anything in return. Samantha wrestled with her conscience for ten seconds, until curiosity got the better of her. Maybe just a very quick peek, she thought…
She rounded the corner and saw, under the showers, two naked lifeguards! John had his back to her and was shampooing his hair. Samantha noticed he had a muscular bottom to go with the rest of his muscular body. She admired the forbidden sight of her naked neighbour. He was as handsome without his clothes as he was with them, she thought. She caught an enticing glimpse of what was hanging between his legs, as he bent down to place the shampoo bottle on the floor by his feet.
Next to John, Tom was rinsing his upper body with shower gel. He was facing Samantha and she saw his willy as soon as she turned the corner. Samantha had seen the frontal nudity of an adult man before, on her first visit to the pool, when she had convinced Harry to let her go with him to the toilets. Tom was younger than that man and less hairy, although he did have some hair on his chest, around his willy and on his legs. Tom’s willy and balls weren’t as big as that man’s had been. Samantha thought they looked nicer.
She was ready to back out. She had gotten a peek she had never expected, and was now even with John, as they had both seen each other’s bums (Tom’s willy was an added bonus). She would leave her neighbour his remaining privacy. However, Tom noticed her and greeted her before she could escape. “Hey kid,” he said. “The pool’s closing now. What are you doing in here?”
That got John’s attention. He paused in massaging shampoo into his hair and glanced over his shoulder, to see who his manager was speaking with. Seeing it was Samantha, he jumped and quickly turned to face her, hiding his bum to the wall and lowering his hands to cover his private parts. He did those things in the right order, mostly. “Sam!” he yelped. “I thought I told you to wait with Chloe in reception!”
“I got bored, so I came to check on you,” Samantha replied, unable to resist staring intently at John’s hands. Tom looked back and forth between her and John. “Why are you covering yourself like a goofball?” he asked John. “I know this boy is your neighbour, but surely you don’t care whether he sees your bits or not?”
“Of course not!” John lied. “I just don’t think it’s professional for us to be naked in front of the customers, that’s all!” he tried. It was a lame excuse. “Nonsense!” said Tom dismissively, his own bits remaining casually on show as he washed them, and moving about quite interestingly for Samantha. “We’re all guys here,” Tom continued. “You don’t have anything Sam hasn’t seen before. Besides, how are you supposed to wash your hair like that?”
Actually, John thought, I DO have things Samantha hasn’t seen before, and I’d like to keep them that way. His hopes of saving himself from any further embarrassment faded as rapidly as they had begun. He lifted his hands and began rinsing the shampoo from his hair. He faced the wall again before he did so, letting Samantha see him fully naked from the rear once more. She hadn’t gotten a good look at hie penis yet, but he knew he was only delaying the inevitable.
John had nothing available to cover with. His and Tom’s board shorts belonged to the pool, and they had thrown them into a laundry bin on their way to the showers. His towel and clothing were in the locker he shared with Tom, to which Tom had the only key. The chances of getting back to them without Samantha seeing his front AND keeping Tom from getting suspicious were zero.
Tom knew how well John and Samantha knew one another. Helping Samantha infiltrate the male changing room undercover could easily get John fired. Samantha had said Chloe sent her to check on them. John wasn’t sure Tom would believe that Chloe didn’t know Samantha’s secret too, given their relationship. Chloe could get in trouble too. Tom took such things very seriously, especially since a customer had complained recently.
If John had to choose between keeping his dignity and keeping his job, it would have to be the latter. He felt trapped. Samantha was going to see it ALL, and he could do nothing to prevent it.
Unknown to John, the customer complaint wasn’t the only reason Tom had for being such a stickler for the rules. It was personal too for him. Years earlier, when he had been about John’s age, and long before he started working at the pool, he’d had a humiliating experience in this very same changing room.
Tom and a group of his mates were going for a swim together, and were getting changed at the benches, when a man came in with a young girl about the same age as Sam and a boy about a year younger. Tom recognised them immediately as the father, sister and brother of Carla, an attractive brunette in his class, who Tom had been trying to get a date with for months.
Unfortunately for Tom, he had been the only one of his friends completely nude when Carla’s relatives walked in, and he didn’t see them quite fast enough. He quickly grabbed his speedos off the bench and clutched them over his naked genitals, but not before Carla’s sister saw them. The memory of her eyes dropping down to his dick and balls as she entered the changing room, and her mischievous giggle as he panicked to cover up, was laser-etched into Tom’s memory.
His friends thought the incident was hilarious, and mocked Tom mercilessly as he backed himself into an empty changing cubicle, still clutching his speedos protectively over his crotch. Worse was to follow. They told Carla about the incident, and she decided it was unacceptable that her younger sister managed to see one of Carla’s male classmates naked, while Carla herself hadn’t.
The boys plotted an ambush. After they went swimming the next time, one of them texted Carla just as Tom was removing his speedos. The others kept their swimwear on, knowing Carla was lurking outside the changing room door, in a baggy t-shirt and with her long brown hair tucked up inside a baseball cap. On receiving the text message, she burst in to find Tom naked. He tried to cover himself with his hands, but the boys pulled his arms aside and held him there, for Carla to ogle his now less-than-private parts.
She had wanted to take photos with her phone. “NO! Please don’t!” Tom begged, horrified by the possibility of an image of his dick and balls being shared around their entire school. The boys holding him drew the line there, although they didn’t let go of him. They kept Tom exposed, despite his struggles, and merely said, “No photos, Carla. That would be too much.”
She scoffed at those words, as she continued to examine Tom’s genitals. “’Too much’ isn’t the phrase I’d use!” she chuckled, making a show of leaning in to get a closer look, as if she couldn’t see them properly from further away. “Let me go!” Tom had pleaded. He had always been self-conscious about the size of his dick. He wasn’t tiny down there by any means, but he knew he was slightly below average, and Carla’s words wounded him.
His so-called friends let him go after a few more seconds, but the damage had been done. Carla had seen his dick, judged it, and found it lacking. Begging for mercy had destroyed whatever may have still been left of his dignity. He never did get that date with Carla. He was forever too embarrassed to ask her.
Now Tom was again naked in front of a younger girl, only this time he was happily ignorant of the fact. John was the one who was embarrassed instead. They finished their shower. John kept hoping Samantha would leave. “We’ll be out in a few minutes. Why don’t you go back and wait in reception?” he suggested.
Samantha understood that would be the obvious, compassionate thing for her to do. It was what she’d INTENDED to do before Tom started talking to her. Today’s events had taught her a lesson in not pushing her luck too far, and she knew she was treating John badly by sticking around, but she was past the point of leaving. She knew this was probably the last time she would get to watch anyone naked in this changing room. She was an addict who needed one last hit. John was naked, and had been naked in front of her for the past couple of minutes. Her need to see what his willy looked like had become simply too powerful to resist.
Tom gave her the excuse she needed. “Actually Sam, while we’re here, would you mind showing me exactly where you fell and talking me through what happened? John told me about your accident and I’m going to need to write a report.” He sounded quite serious for someone who was stark naked. He walked with Samantha to the corner which led from the showers to the changing area. They paused there, and turned to look back at John. “Aren’t you coming?” Tom asked.
John sighed. He bent down and picked up his shampoo bottle, imagining Samantha watching him do so. He stood up and, reluctantly, forced himself to turn around and walk towards them. He had known this moment was coming, but the sense of shame that ran through him as he revealed his front was no less overwhelming. He tried to ignore the way Samantha’s gaze went immediately to his groin, wasting no time in staring at the most intimate parts of his body. John had no choice but to keep up his young neighbour’s charade. That meant he couldn’t cover up without a good reason. He just had to grin and bear it, or should that be ‘BARE’ it?
Any guilt Samantha felt was drowned out by her joy at finally seeing John’s willy. It was bigger than Tom’s, and bigger than any of the boys’ she had seen, even Max’s, but it wasn’t ugly like the one on the man she had seen on that first visit. John’s balls hung low behind it. The collection of male parts was surrounded by a neat, dark bush of pubic hair, the only hair she could see on John’s whole body, besides the top of his head and his armpits. So this was what an older teenager looked like!
John wanted Tom to open their locker straight away, but his boss wanted to understand Samantha’s accident first. She pointed out the wet patch she had slipped on, and mimed falling in slow motion to show how she had hit her head. All the while she kept stealing glances at the private parts of the two naked lifeguards. John was forced to stand there, not covering at all, while they talked through everything. Samantha seemed in no hurry and kept adding irrelevant information about boys stealing each other’s towels.
John found the situation mortifying in the extreme. His neighbour, a girl several years younger than him, was getting to study his nakedness at her leisure, taking in every detail. His body no longer had any secrets from her. She was seeing things that John hadn’t even shared with his girlfriend yet! It was demeaning that Samantha was also the one in control of when his exposure ended. He wouldn’t get access to his towel and clothes until she had finished what she had to say.
The fact that Tom was naked too didn’t make it any easier. It only added to the precariousness John felt about the situation. Tom would murder him if he found out the truth. John tried not to show his discomfort when Tom asked him questions about when he arrived on the scene, whether he could’ve done anything differently to prevent the accident, and asked ‘Sam’ if ‘he’ was satisfied with the help John had given.
“Oh yes, very satisfied!” Samantha agreed happily, beaming at John. He smiled back, but he was finding it harder and harder to maintain his composure. ‘Harder and harder’ was an unfortunate choice of phrase. John’s dick wasn’t quite so prone to spontaneous erections as it had been in his earlier teenage years, but it still got hard very easily and had a mind of its own. He didn’t WANT Samantha’s attention on his dick, but it was having an effect regardless.
John had to fight to keep it from growing too obviously. He tried ignoring Samantha's presence and counting the ceiling tiles to distract himself. He managed to keep the effects of his hormones under control, but only just. Stupid hormones, he thought.
After a few agonisingly long minutes, Samantha ran out of ways to draw out the discussion. It had gone on long enough that John and Tom were already dry from their shower, and so didn’t need their towels. Samantha sat down on a bench and watched them while they dressed. John put his clothes on as quickly as he could get away with in front of Tom.
“That was extremely embarrassing, Sam,” John said crossly, as they left the pool building and walked to Chloe’s car. “I’m sorry!” she replied, and she meant it. “It’s going to take more than…” John began, but Samantha had seen Chloe leaning against her car, a short distance away. Before John could finish his sentence, she shouted, “I call shotgun!” and ran on ahead. It was her natural instinct whenever she was getting into any car, and this time it had the added advantage of escaping an awkward confrontation.
John caught up with her quickly. “No, you don’t. You’re sitting in the back, young lady, especially after what YOU pulled!” Samantha was chastened, and climbed into the back seat, but she figured she was off the hook for at least as long as Chloe was around. The elder girl looked at her boyfriend innocently. “Is something the matter, babe?” she asked, as they climbed into the front seats. “Nothing’s the matter, is it John?” Samantha asked pointedly.
John sighed and looked over his shoulder at her. “She knows, Samantha,” he said simply, using the full, girl’s form of her name. Samantha’s jaw dropped at this revelation. All that time she had spent with Chloe in reception, pretending to be a boy, and Chloe had known her secret all along?
John had told Chloe everything during a date together, soon after Samantha’s first visit to the pool with all the boys. Chloe had been curious about what passed between John and his young neighbour in reception and he’d promised to explain. He swore Chloe to secrecy before sharing who ‘Sam’ really was and her plan to get inside the boys’ changing room. Chloe had found the whole idea highly amusing. “The little minx! I like her style!” she had laughed, but she agreed with John that Tom, their boss, would not approve. She promised not to say or do anything that might give the game away, while they were at the pool.
“She KNOWS?” Samantha asked incredulously, fastening her seatbelt. “But she sent me to the men’s changing room to find you!” Incredulity passed from Samantha to John. “You did WHAT?” he asked Chloe, aghast. Chloe laughed as she started up the engine. “Aw, did she see something of yours in there, babe?”
“She saw EVERYTHING of mine! What were you even thinking?” John cried, offended.
Chloe laughed again, amused by his discomfort. “Haha, maybe I thought you should get a taste of what you and Sam were putting those boys through, as well as our other male customers, every time you let her in there? Maybe I just thought it was funny? Besides, I didn’t know you’d still be naked.” She looked in the rear view mirror at her passenger in the back seat. “You’re a lucky girl, Sam. He hasn’t even let me see his ‘everything’ yet!”
Samantha couldn’t believe her luck at this twist of fate. She had a like-minded ally in Chloe, and for now John’s irritation was deflected towards his girlfriend rather than Samantha. “Oh,” she said to Chloe, as they started to drive away. “Well, he should do, Chloe. He’s got a very nice willy.”
“Oh really? Do go on.”
“Don’t you dare, Samantha!”
She listened to Chloe rather than John. “It’s hairy, but not too hairy. I don’t know why he’s so shy about it. My friend Asha says boys get embarrassed if their willies are small, but John’s is quite big. It’s bigger than Tom’s anyway.”
John buried his face in his hands. “Oh god, would you please STOP? Nobody needs to know this!” He was squirming with light embarrassment rather than real anguish. Chloe knew when she was pushing him too far, and they weren’t there yet. They were just having fun with him. She patted John on the shoulder before returning her hand to the steering wheel. “No, no, let the girl talk. it’s good to know my boyfriend is packing down there, and my boss isn’t! I’m thinking I need to see this nice, quite big, hairy-but-not-too-hairy willy for myself…” she teased.
John lifted his face out of his hands. “Well babe, I’ll show you mine if you show me yours…” he teased back. He caressed Chloe’s knee with his hand, careful not to distract her too much from driving. Chloe rested her own hand on his for a second. “Careful there, mister. You might’ve just got yourself a deal.”
“Urgh!” said Samantha, suddenly disgusted. “Get a room, you two!”
“Mmm, yes,” said Chloe thoughtfully. “That’s exactly what I was thinking we should do…”
John’s heart leapt. Was this his chance to get past second base with Chloe? Maybe even all the way to fourth? Perhaps being seen naked by Samantha wasn’t so bad after all, if it led to this!
“When you two are finished being gooey,” Samantha said, interrupting his train of thought, “I’ve got a question about this ‘I’ll show you mine if you show me yours’ idea.” John and Chloe exchanged glances. “Shoot,” he invited Samantha.
“I’m sorry I saw your willy,” she began. “Well, not sorry like that, because I liked seeing it. But I didn’t mean to. I was only trying to see your bum, and that was because of you seeing mine.”
John shook his head, baffled. “Is this train of thought heading towards a question any time soon, Samantha?” he asked.
“I’m getting there.” She chewed her bottom lip. “You saw my bum, I saw your bum. I saw your willy… does that mean I need to show you my fanny to make it fair?”
“Woah, girl!” Chloe exclaimed. “No trying to tempt MY boyfriend with your feminine wiles!” John’s reaction was more serious, but equally emphatic. “Definitely not, Samantha. I don’t want or need to see your… to see any part of you. You’re far too young for me!”
Samantha felt relieved. “Oh, good, I didn’t want to show it to you anyway. Are you and I okay then?”
John chuckled. “We’re okay, you little pervert. Especially since I now know SOMEONE put you up to it," he said pointedly. "I think maybe we’ve both learned a lesson in fairness and humility today.” He stole a quick kiss from Chloe while they were stopped at a traffic light. “Thanks for that, babe,” he told her sarcastically.
Samantha nodded. Facing John about this was causing her to think about the effect her actions might have on all the boys she’d been spying on. “Yeah, I feel bad about spying on all the other boys now. Well, not so bad that I’m not happy I saw their willies, obviously!”
“Obviously,” John and Chloe both agreed, simultaneously.
“What I mean is, I don’t want to embarrass them about it any more. I already promised Harry I wouldn’t tease them unless they did something to deserve it, but should I go further to make it right? Do you think I should offer to show THEM my fanny to make us even?”
John thought that was a terrible idea. The main reason he’d agreed to Samantha’s scheme in the first place was so that she could embarrass those obnoxious boys about seeing them naked. Now she seemed to have changed her mind, it all seemed to have been for nothing. “Do you WANT to show them?” he asked in disbelief.
She shook her head firmly. She really didn’t. It was embarrassing enough knowing that two of the boys had seen what she looked like down there. “No, but it would be fair. What if they get really mad? What if they don’t want to be friends with me?”
For the first time since they had gotten into the car, Chloe sounded serious. “Listen, Samantha. If boys won’t be friends with you unless you show yourself naked to them, you don’t WANT them as your friends. Your body is personal and private, and you should only show it WILLINGLY to boys who you trust and who are really special to you.”
Samantha thought about this. “Special, like John is to you?”
Chloe nodded, “Like John is to me.” Her voice regained its lighter, teasing tone. “Well, maybe. I might need him to show me HOW special he thinks I am first. He already showed off his sexy body to you, so I might need him to do EVEN MORE than that to make me feel properly special.
Samantha didn’t really want to know, but she couldn’t help asking, “Like what? I saw everything there is to see!” She grinned about the way they were reminding John of his exposure to her.
John no longer seemed fazed. He looked over his shoulder and winked at Samantha again. “Never you mind, kiddo,” he said. He turned back to Chloe and began stroking her luscious. dark hair. “I’m sure I’ll think of something…” he told her.
Samantha’s first thought had been right. She really DIDN’T want to know. “Urgh,” she exclaimed again, rolling her eyes. “Are we nearly home yet?”
Chloe dropped them both off outside their homes. She and John said goodbye (with suggestive hints about what they might get up to the next time they met, which caused Samantha to stick out her tongue and pull a face). John then led Samantha to her front door. “Well, that was quite an afternoon!” he remarked, trying to sound casual. With more affection, he added “Good luck with those boys, Samantha.” He meant it too. “Thanks John,” she replied. “Good luck with Chloe!” It was going to be odd for both of them, being neighbours with someone who knew what you looked like (or most of what you looked like) under your clothes, but they were parting on good terms for now.
Samantha let herself in. Her mum was surprised to see her arrive back, as the plan had been she would collect Samantha from the Suzukis’ house later. Samantha had to answer questions all over again, about what happened, was she okay, did someone hurt her on purpose? Once her mum had finished interrogating her, Samantha went up to her bedroom. The events of the day had been a blur, and she needed time to mentally digest them all and the conversation she’d had with John and Chloe.
She flopped onto her bed and lay like a starfish, her limbs spread out, staring at the ceiling. Her head no longer hurt, which was good. She had only a moment’s peace before she heard her bedroom door open, and felt (rather than saw) her younger sister bouncing onto the bed next to her.
“So, go on then!” Isobel said eagerly, “How did it go? Whose willies did you see? Did you see Charlie’s again?” Samantha laughed, and scooted over to give Isobel room to sit next to her on the bed. She recounted the story of the afternoon, giving an overview of which body parts she saw and who they belonged to. Isobel guffawed especially loudly when Samantha told her about seeing John, their neighbour. Then Samantha confessed about how it hadn’t all gone according to plan, and which parts of herself the boys had seen in return.
She left out certain details, feeling that Isobel was too young to hear about how the sight of Samantha’s own nudity had made Nathan, Charlie and Harry’s willies grow stiff. And while she told Isobel that Harry had seen her private parts, Samantha didn’t tell her that she had shown them to him deliberately. She knew that her sister wouldn’t understand why. Samantha hardly understood it herself.
Isobel was indignant on Samantha’s behalf, that any boys would DARE to try to look at a naked girl. She also felt cross at her big sister, for failing to stop Nathan and Harry from seeing what a girl looked like between her legs. It felt like a betrayal of their gender. “Well, most of them didn’t know I’m a girl, and they still don’t,” Samantha reassured her.
Isobel frowned, unconvinced. “They’ll know when we go to school next week. Won’t it be embarrassing?” Samantha nodded. “It would be, for them as well as me,” she answered. But I’m not going to just wait around for that to happen.”
“What are you going to do?”
Samantha closed her eyes and took a deep breath, a decision made.
“I’m going to see them again tomorrow. I’m going to tell them everything.”
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This story is beautiful.
So much room for more, even though the conclusion is eminent.
I need closure with Max, Harry, and Nathan!
John is such a unique situation!
I didn’t expect you to go there, but damn if it didn’t work!
Sam now has a new ‘standard’
I don’t know how much more you can milk this out for, but I’m here for it!
Gah!
I LOVE Sam!
She’s able to believably keep her cool and priorities, after everything.
I don’t know when/how this ends , but damn this has been amazing!
Thank you
John's awkward encounter with Sam, with him unable to cover up without giving the game away, has been a long time in the making. It was actually one of the very first scene ideas I came up with, back when I started writing stories for this forum a year and a half ago.
My original story idea (which is now never going to be written) was centred on John and Chloe working at the pool, and the developing romance between them. Each chapter was going to tell the story of a different embarrassing incident, some of which John and Chloe would witness happening to other people, and some of which would happen to them directly. It was going to be a recurring joke that seemingly everyone got to see John's dick, except his new girlfriend... until the finale, of course!
Some of those scenes developed into the stripping war in the pool, which features in 'Sharing a Changing Cubicle'. Sam's infiltration of the boys' changing room in this story was going to be another thread.
I liked the concept, but it was far too ambitious, with a huge number of characters and sub-plots. There was no way I could manage to pull it off for my very first story, and I would find it daunting to tackle as a writer even now. I'm glad I've gotten to reuse parts of it in these other stories though.
I am really glad that Sam eventually got to see John naked. I was kind of hoping that she would finally see her hunky somewhat older neighbor's penis. I like how John's girlfriend approved, too.
The side story of Lifeguard Tom's naked exposure in front of girls he knew was very well done in addition.
While I can understand why John said no, a part of me was hoping he would say yes, not only to embarass Sam but to perhaps stoke some jealousy into Chloe and make her want to compete
Is the conclusion to this wonderful preteen experience in humiliation/observation on the horizon?
How does life progress for this small group of friends who believed/believe Sam is still a boy?
How do those who know the truth react?
How do the relationships formed in the changing room change?
How does the following school year unfold?
I’m not expecting all questions to be answered, but I am anxiously and optimistically looking forward to these final chapter(s) of this beautiful story, as well as whatever comes next.
) and still feast her eyes on all of her future classmates.
