What Sam Saw - NEW 22nd July

[NudeBaG]

I’m just hoping Sam is also a fan of dinosaurs

[Robert Brooks]

Who isn't?!

I also really love the idea of Isobel getting to see them.

[BareB4U]

Part 15 – A shared reward

“Hi Mum, I’m home! Harry’s with me. Is it okay if he stays for lunch?” Sam shouted, all in one breath, as she almost tumbled through the front door.

“Hello, Harry darling!” came Mrs Davies’ reply from out of sight. She was at her desk in the small room she used as her office. “Of course you can stay. I can log off in half an hour, then we’ll sort something to eat. Is that alright?” Sam and Harry both cringed at the word ‘darling’. They both thought they were too old for Sam’s mum to be referring to her friends as ‘darling’. “That sounds great. Thanks, Mrs Davies!” Harry answered, exchanging a look with Sam.

They took off their shoes and left them in the hallway, passing through the living room, where they found Isobel right where Sam had abandoned her earlier. Isobel didn’t appear to have left the TV all morning and was now watching another animated movie. She did, however, look around at them, casting a furious scowl in Harry’s direction. “You’re rude,” she accused him.

Harry was taken aback. He had never spent much time with Isobel, but they had always got on okay. “What did I do?” he asked, baffled. “You stared at my sister’s privates,” Isobel said crossly. “That’s rude. They’re PRIVATES. Boys aren’t allowed to see them.” She folded her arms and glared at him.

Harry looked at Sam. “You told her about that?” he asked, surprised. Sam nodded. “I told her all of it,” she said, giggling. She couldn’t a straight face in response to Isobel’s righteous indignation. It was too funny. If only Izzy knew what we’re planning to do next, Sam thought.

“Well, did Sam tell you that SHE stared at MY privates too?” Harry asked Isobel, defensively. That meant he was justified in staring back, surely Isobel could see that? “That’s different,” Isobel sniffed, turning back to the TV. “Girls are ALLOWED to see boys. And my big sister’s name is SAMANTHA, not ‘Sam’. You know that! And yes, she tells me everything, but I bet she’s going to make me wait until you’ve gone before telling me what happened this morning. That’s your fault too!”

“I certainly am going to make you wait, while you’re in this mood!” said Sam cheerfully, in contrast to Isobel’s anger. Experience had taught her there was no point reasoning with Izzy when she got like this. “Come on,” she said quietly to Harry. “Let’s leave her and go upstairs.”

Harry stopped at the bottom of the staircase, his heart starting to beat a little faster. “Are we doing this right now?” he asked nervously. Sam stopped a few stairs up, turned and looked down at him. “Half an hour ‘till lunch,” she reminded him. Her heart was beating faster too. “That’s plenty of time. Unless you want to wait until Izzy’s finished watching her movie?” she teased.

The presence of Sam’s younger sister in the house was something Harry hadn’t thought about on the journey over. It worried him, especially since Isobel had just made her feelings clear that girls were allowed to see naked boys. He had no idea whether Isobel had seen a naked boy before or not, but he did NOT want to be either her first, or her latest (whichever it would be). “What if she comes upstairs?” he asked.

Sam shook her head. “She won’t. She’s sulking at both of us right now. Besides, she’ll be stuck in front of that TV for ages yet. It’ll be lunchtime first. She hasn’t even got to the part where they get the magic hook back from the giant crab.” Harry had no idea what this meant, but he assumed Sam knew what she was talking about and that Isobel had plenty of movie left to watch.

“Half an hour, Harry,” Sam repeated, with a mischievous glint in her eye. She was hiding her own nervousness well underneath her bravado. If she didn’t do this now, she was afraid she might chicken out. “I’m tired of wearing a swimsuit under my clothes, so I’m going to change out of it. You can come with me, or you can sit and watch TV with Izzy. Your choice!”

“I don’t think she’ll let me, so I guess I’ll have to come with you!” Harry joked, as if that were a burden. He followed Sam up the stairs. “Are you going to tell your sister about THIS?” he asked quietly, as they got to the top. “I think I’d better not, don’t you?” Sam replied, with a wink, as she opened her bedroom door. She switched on the light and drew the curtains across the window, shutting out the bright sunlight outside to give them privacy. Harry followed her inside and closed the door behind him.

He had been in here before, but this time felt different. The bed, the dressing table with its mirror, the pale pink walls, covered in places with K-pop posters and some of Sam’s own artwork, were all familiar to him. He had always thought of it simply as Samantha’s room, and it had been of no particular consequence that Samantha happened to be a girl. Now her femininity was suddenly very important, and Harry felt he was entering forbidden territory.

It felt momentous to Sam too. She had invited Harry up to her room before, but never like this. The home territory felt reassuring in a way she hadn’t expected to need. Pretending to be a boy and changing in the same room as a group of eight of them had been far more daring than what she was doing now. She had already shown herself naked to Harry once, although that had been hurried and on the spur of the moment, unplanned. This time was planned, a moment together as a reward for both of them, a way of thanking Harry for supporting her schemes, and a treat for herself in celebration at pulling it off. Sam WAS enjoying herself, but it was a nerve-wracking enjoyment, kind of like getting on a rollercoaster for the first time. She couldn’t quite suppress the butterflies in her stomach.

Harry sat down on the bed as Sam rummaged in a drawer. She pulled out a pair of pale green knickers with a lacy bow on them. She didn’t know how this would go, how long the two of them were going to be naked, but she wanted the option to end it whenever she needed to. She might feel the need to cover up again quickly. If that happened, Sam didn’t want to end up like Kaito, prolonging her nakedness while frantically searching her room for clean underwear to put on.

“So, um, how do you want to do this? Ladies first?” Harry asked, teasing gently. Sam playfully threw the knickers she had just found at him like a missile, to show what she thought of THAT idea. “How about at the same time?” she suggested. “You take something off, then I take something off.” She did a quick mental count. “We’re both wearing five things, aren’t we?”

Harry counted five items too. He pulled off a sock and held it up. “Easy,” he said, grinning, and dropped it to the floor. Sam grinned back and removed on of her own socks, pleased at having so easily gotten Harry to go first. They were down to four items each. Their other socks quickly followed, then their t-shirts, which they dropped in a pile on the bed. That left Harry topless, while the upper portion of Sam’s orange swimsuit still covered her chest, clashing with her pink leggings. He remained sitting on the bed, while she stood across from him, next to her dressing table. Two items to go.

“Your turn,” Sam said eagerly. Harry hesitated. He had very quickly taken off everything he would normally be okay to take off in front of a girl, but it was getting serious now. His underwear was especially embarrassing today, and he feared Sam would laugh when she saw it. Harry thought about what would happen next and realised his mistake in going first. He would be left in just his dinosaur underpants, while Sam would still be almost completely covered by her swimsuit and leggings. Then she would take her leggings off and keep the dignity of her swimsuit while he, Harry, would have to get fully, bare-balled, stark naked!

“No fair,” Harry said, looking her up and down. “You’re basically still dressed. You should take something else off first!” Sam flashed him a piercing look, impatience mixed with amusement. She really wanted to see her friend naked again. She had gotten a good look at his privates twice already, as she kept reminding him, but both times had been fleeting. Apart from Theo, she had gotten much longer looks at all of the other boys. Despite that, Harry was still her favourite of all the naked boys she had seen.

Maybe it was because she had seen his willy first, that he had always known she was a girl, or simply that they were closer friends. She’d told Harry he was special to her, but hadn’t given much thought to what that meant. Sam didn’t think of Harry, or indeed anyone else, romantically, but she couldn’t think of any other boy she enjoyed seeing naked more, or who she would be willing to show herself naked to in return. Right now, though, he was reluctant to take off his shorts. He needed more persuasion.

“Fine, but if I’m taking two things off in a row, so are you!” she bargained, sliding her leggings down and lifting one foot, then the other, out of them. It cost her nothing to give him this, and Sam was happy to do so if it helped convince him to continue undressing. Sam wanted to play fair by Harry, but she also didn’t want to be the first one naked, and her competitive streak wouldn’t allow him to win that contest by switching the turn order. She tossed her leggings on top of the two t-shirts on the bed, next to Harry.

Harry opened his mouth to argue, then closed it again. Two things in a row actually works quite well, he thought. If I take my shorts and underpants off together, Sam won’t see my dinosaurs! She looked at him expectantly. He looked back at her, radiant in her bright orange swimsuit. Harry hooked his thumbs inside the waist of both his remaining items of clothing, took a deep breath, and began to pull them both down. He lifted his bottom slightly from the bed. This was the moment. He could hardly believe he was voluntarily about to show Sam his bare willy and balls again!

“Wait!” she interrupted him, seeing bare skin where she expected to see underwear. Harry stopped, his clothing lowered over his bottom, but still covering his privates in the front, for now. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “I said two things in a ROW, not two things together,” Sam pouted. “I want to see your undies first!”

Harry blushed. He pulled his shorts and underpants back up into place. “Why? You’re in a swimsuit. I’m not going to see YOUR underwear.” He thought it was a fair challenge. “I just threw my underwear at you, Harry! How can you say you haven’t seen it?” Sam argued back, mockingly. She folded her arms, reminding Harry disturbingly of Isobel.

“Okay, fine,” he said. “Just… just don’t laugh at me, please? I made a bad choice of underwear this morning. I don’t normally wear briefs like these!” Sam chuckled in response, then covered her mouth with one hand. “Sorry, Harry,” she said, forcing herself to be serious. They’d had a similar conversation before, nearly two weeks ago. “I really don’t get why you care so much about me seeing your undies when I’ve seen a whole lot more!”

Harry took another breath, and looked down at his lap, rather than up at Sam. Before he could change his mind, he pulled his shorts down all the way in one motion, hooking them past his knees and letting them drop over his feet to the carpet. Then he leant forward and picked them up, placing them on top of the growing pile of clothes on the bed. He looked up at Sam, who was staring between his legs, as he’d known she would be.

There they were. White briefs, with blue trim. A green T-Rex, blue Diplodocus and orange Triceratops repeated themselves in a loose pattern. Each of them had big eyes and a goofy cartoon smile. The Diplodocus in the centre caught Sam’s eye the most. It was curved outwards by the rounded bulge made by Harry’s private parts. Asha had been correct, its neck was like a blue willy! It didn’t overlap perfectly with Harry’s real willy, being more curved and slightly to one side, and it was thinner than the real thing, but it was close enough. Sam loved what she was seeing.

Harry forced himself to keep his hands by his sides, much as he wanted to cover his embarrassingly childish briefs. He remained leaning forward slightly, not hiding his underwear exactly, but making it seem smaller, made less obvious by the curve of his body. He looked so vulnerable, Sam thought, sat there on her very own bed in just his underpants, half hiding them while she loomed over him. “Stand up,” she commanded Harry. “Let me see them properly.”

He stood, trembling but defiant, as if daring Sam to make fun of him. They were facing one another, a couple of feet apart. Harry had a slight height advantage, so Sam was no longer looking down on him. He knew that, logically, he and Sam were in the same state. Both had only a single, thin, tightly-fitting layer of clothing covering their private parts. Had he chosen different underwear, he might not even feel embarrassed.

Through her orange swimsuit, Harry could make out the very slight mound between Sam’s legs, but not the slit which divided it. He pictured it in his mind from the day before. He knew that Sam could likewise see the general shape of his willy and balls through the herd of dinosaurs protecting them, even if she couldn’t make out all the details.

“See, nothing to be embarrassed about,” Sam told him. “I think your dinosaurs are adorable!” It was the wrong thing to say. Harry crossed his hands in front of his crotch, hiding the blue Diplodocus. “Sam, no guy wants to hear his underwear called ‘adorable’, you know,” he said with a sigh. She giggled again. “Boys are silly!” she told him. “They ARE adorable, and it’s a compliment. You should take it and be happy!”

Harry didn’t know how to respond to that. There was a pause. They both knew what had to happen next. It was still Harry's turn to take something off, and he had only one thing left on. “So…” Sam began, tentatively. She unconsciously reached for a lock of her hair to twirl it between her fingers, but of course there were no locks there. She hadn’t found herself doing that since her hair had been cut short. She chewed her lip instead. “So?” asked Harry, grinning. He could tell SHE was nervous now, even though HE was the one whose turn it was to get naked first. Harry now realised that Sam was, in fact, just as scared and excited about the situation as he was. He hadn’t really thought about that before.

Sam cleared her throat and found her voice. “SO, are you going to take those dinosaurs off, then, or what?” She looked down pointedly, at what she could see of the underpants behind Harry’s hands. Harry gripped the waistband and mentally braced himself for what he was about to do. This was going to be monumentally embarrassing, but he was in control. His realisation that Sam felt the same way as he did made losing his final piece of cover less intimidating.

It also made it kind of enticing. Sam was as desperate to see Harry as he was to see her. Not to tease or laugh at, but to admire. There was a closeness, an exciting taboo, about seeing not just the private parts, but the whole naked body, of a close friend. Harry wanted to see ALL of Sam, not only what was between her legs. He knew somehow that she felt the same way about him. Sam had once teased that she thought Harry secretly liked being seen nude by her. He had strongly denied it at the time, but now he began to wonder if there was some truth in it, after all.

Nevertheless, actually going through with it was a very big deal. He tugged his underwear down a fraction and heard Sam take in a short breath. Harry felt himself blush. He would never live it down if he backed out now, he thought, but he could take it one step at a time. He cupped his privates with his left hand, while he used his right to pull his underpants the rest of the way off. He stepped out of them, still covering himself with one hand. Without turning around, he dropped the dinosaurs on top of the rest of the clothes, on the bed behind him.

He’s really done it, Sam thought, overjoyed. Harry Woodhouse is naked in my room! She didn’t like the way he was covering his willy and balls with his hand. It reminded her too much of Rafi, the first time she saw him under the showers. She wanted to see the good stuff! Would Harry refuse to uncover until she removed her swimsuit, she wondered? She hadn’t actually made him promise to show her anything before she took it off. That was stupid, she realised.

“There, the dinosaurs are extinct!” Harry said, naked, but feeling renewed confidence. “Your turn now,” he added, confirming what Sam had feared. Harry had done the most difficult step, and now the pressure was on her again. She stalled for time. “You know, Harry, this is the first time I’ve seen you all the way naked,” she said, giggling nervously. “What do you mean? You’ve seen me before,” Harry asked, puzzled. “Well,” Sam replied, “you had your t-shirt on the first time I saw your willy. And the second time I saw it in the shower, Kaito pulled your swim shorts DOWN, but they didn’t come all the way OFF.”

Harry chuckled. “I suppose that’s true, but speaking of swimsuits coming off…” He was not going to be distracted. Sam fiddled with one of the shoulder straps of her costume nervously. She took her time pulling it over her arm. She slowly did the other. Harry watched her every movement, transfixed. Sam stopped, her swimsuit now free of her shoulders, but still up around her chest.

She knew she could trust Harry, and that he was naked too. He wouldn’t make fun of her. This was what she WANTED. Sam would take her swimsuit off, Harry would stop covering his boy parts with his hand, and they would share a special, magical moment of showing everything to one another. That didn’t make the thought of baring herself to him any less terrifying.

Sam’s courage and usual cockiness deserted her under the intensity of Harry’s stare. She couldn’t bring herself to lower her swimming costume any further. “I’m sorry, Harry,” she apologised awkwardly, biting her lip again. “I just can’t do it.”

Harry gaped at her. He couldn’t believe it. They were this close, and Sam was backing out NOW? He moved his right hand to join his left, so that both hands were protectively covering his privates. “Come on, Sam! This can't have been your plan all along?” he accused, hoping it wasn't true, while feeling suddenly let down and betrayed. “Make me get naked and then not follow through yourself?”

Sam shook her head emphatically, upset by the sudden hurt in Harry’s voice. “No!” she denied. “I’m just… this is difficult with you staring at me like that!”

“Oh,” Harry replied softly, understanding her. “I can turn around for a moment if you like.” Sam wasn’t sure even that would be enough, but then another, naughtier idea entered her mind. “No thank you, Harry, but… you could help me if you like,” she said, her wicked smile returning. “What do you mean?” Harry asked. Sam’s smile grew wider. “You boys are always pulling down each other’s swimsuits,” she said. “Do it to me. If I can’t do it myself, pull down my swimsuit.”

“Is this a trick?” Harry asked. “No trick,” said Sam. Now that she thought about all the times she’d seen one of the boys pants another, she started to wonder what it would feel like to have your clothes pulled off by someone else. No one had done that to Sam since her parents used to dress her when she was very little. She clasped her hands over the short hair at the back of her head, so that her arms wouldn’t get in Harry’s way, and to make it easier for her to resist the temptation to stop him.

Harry reached out gingerly and tugged down the left side of Sam’s swimsuit about an inch. Then he did the same on the other side. The top now rested just above Sam’s nipples. She rolled her eyes impatiently. A slow stripping like this would be torture. “It’s going to take forever if you do it like that,” she complained. “You have to use two hands and pull down both sides at once, Harry.”

Harry looked down at his left hand, which was still on modesty duty. He looked back up at Sam, who was watching him expectantly and amused. Come on, Harry, she thought. Do it! Then, just like that, he shrugged and let go. The excitement of getting to physically undress Sam outweighed his shyness about revealing his privates. A rush of embarrassment went through him as he felt his willy and balls flop freely in the air, but he ignored it. Heart pounding fast, he grabbed both sides of Sam’s swimsuit at once and began to tug it down.

“That’s three times I’ve seen it now!” giggled Sam, ignoring the moment her chest became fully exposed. Harry’s head was bowed down in concentration on the task at hand. Sam looked down past it, past his hands on her own, slowly descending swimsuit, to the parts Harry had been hiding from her. They were just as delightful to her as she remembered them!

Not as big as Max’s or Charlie’s, not as small as Theo’s or Yuto’s, not circumcised like Rafi’s or topped with hair like Kaito’s. Sam supposed, from the examples she had seen, that Harry’s privates were probably quite ordinary as eleven-year-old boy parts go, but in her opinion they were perfect. The same was true of the rest of his body, she thought. He wasn’t as chubby as Yuto or as athletically built as Kaito, but the mousey-haired boy in front of her was cute in just his skin. She wouldn’t change a thing about him.

Sam’s swimsuit was at her waist now. They both knew they were at the moment of truth. Harry locked eyes with Sam, an unspoken question hanging in the air between them, seeking her permission to continue. He was giving her one last chance to back out. Sam kept her hands clasped behind her head. Her gaze dropped once more to the willy hanging freely and exposed between Harry’s legs, then back up to his face. Her eyes sparkled with happiness. She supposed she could easily have done this herself, after all, but it was more exciting to have Harry do it. She didn’t need to say anything. He read it in her face and understood.

Harry crouched down on the floor, so that he could more easily lower Sam’s swimsuit all the way. She gasped. Harry’s face was mere inches away from her lower body. He was going to get a closer look at her girl parts than even she had done herself! The realisation made her feel strange down there. Harry gently hooked his fingers into the sides of Sam’s swimsuit once more and began to pull, more slowly now, savouring the big reveal. As he lowered it further, all that was left of the front of her costume was a small triangle of orange fabric, protecting her modesty, but not for much longer.

The touch of Harry’s fingers, brushing Sam’s hips, was electric to her, but it paled before the goosebumps she felt as the orange triangle grow smaller and smaller, lower and lower. Sam wished Harry would hurry up, before she lost her nerve again. Harry’s heart raced as the skin of Sam’s lower body came gradually into view. Another part of him started to react too. Harry had almost stopped being embarrassed about his own nudity, but he blushed as he felt his willy begin to stiffen.

Sam noticed it too, which did nothing to help Harry’s embarrassment. Sam had seen him erect yesterday, but only through the dark red briefs Harry had been wearing. Sam had previously only seen his uncovered willy soft, but now she watched it grow hard before her eyes. This bothered Harry and pleased Sam in equal measure. They both knew it was Sam’s about-to-be-total exposure that was having this effect on his boyhood.

Harry’s hands were trembling as he continued his task. The sensation of her swimsuit clearing the top of her slit brought Sam’s attention fully back to her own private parts, embarrassingly starting to become exposed. Her face grew hot. It was all she could do to stand still. Her sense of modesty was screaming inside her mind, telling her to push Harry away, to cross her legs, to pull her swimsuit back up, ANYTHING to prevent her final exposure! She ordered the screaming voice to go away, gripping her hands tighter behind her head, so that they couldn’t defend against the boy who had almost finished stripping her naked.

Sam looked down at Harry, wanting to see his reaction when he saw it all. She hadn’t been able to look at him yesterday. She wouldn’t deny herself that today. Harry’s mind was totally absorbed by the normally forbidden sight before him. Sam felt her face redden further as her swimsuit finally cleared the lips between her legs, but she wouldn’t look away. She was fully exposed to him now. Harry’s willy gave an involuntary twitch as he stared at the most private opening on Sam’s body, taking in closer details than he had seen before, the subtle folds of skin, the way her slit widened slightly at the top.

The deed done, Harry wasted no more time in pulling Sam’s swimsuit the rest of the way down her legs. She stepped out of it and kicked it aside. Then she finally let go of the back of her head and grabbed both of Harry’s hands, pulling him to his feet. He had been down there, getting an extreme close-up view, for long enough, she thought, mortified. Harry didn’t resist, but his gaze remained fixed on her crotch.

They stood there for a moment, holding hands, a naked boy and a naked girl. “I can see your fanny, Sam,” Harry teased her gently. “I can see your willy, Harry,” she teased back, glancing down at his now fully stiff private part. Sam was glad that the excitement she felt tingling through her own body at their situation was less obvious.

“Hey, do you know what I’ve just realised?” she added. Harry shook his head. “No, what?” he asked. Sam giggled nervously. “We’re, like, opposites, you and I. I’ve got an ‘outie’ belly button and ‘innie’ private parts, but you’ve got an ‘innie’ belly button and ‘outie’ private parts!” Harry laughed at the observation too. His parts couldn’t get any more ‘outie’ than they were at the moment!

Sam suddenly let go of Harry’s hands and slapped herself on the forehead. “I’m an idiot! I went on about seeing you all the way naked, but I’m not all the way naked myself yet!”

“What are you talking about?” Harry asked her. “You look pretty naked to me!” He blushed again as he realised what he had said and how it could be misinterpreted. “I mean, you look VERY naked to me, not ‘pretty’ naked. I didn’t mean you look pretty when you’re naked. Wait, I don’t mean you DON’T look pretty when you’re naked, because you do…” he trailed off, realising he was babbling. Who knew that being naked and nervous made it hard to think and speak intelligently?

Sam gave him another of her trademark grins. “You’re not so bad-looking in the nuddy yourself, mister,” she said with dignity, and turned her back on him. Sam leant over her dressing table to look at herself in the mirror. Harry admired the view of her bum that this presented him with appreciatively. His willy twitched again. He didn’t completely understand what was happening to it, but he knew the basics, and that the naked girl in front of him was the cause. Harry wished his willy would go down again (it would be less embarrassing), but he also knew that was unlikely for as long as Sam was there without any clothes on.

Sam pulled tentatively at the edge of the sticking plaster on her forehead, then ripped it off in one swift motion. “Ow!” she said as it came free. She examined her reflection. The cut on her head had scabbed over and there was a colourful bruise around it, but it had healed enough not to need the plaster any more. She was quite proud of it, in a way. As she looked closer, she caught sight of Harry’s reflection, staring down at her bum. She laughed again and turned back to face him. “There,” she said, spreading her arms wide as she showed him her front again. “NOW I’m fully naked!”

Downstairs, there was a knock at the front door. “Can one of you see who that is, please?” Mrs Davies called from her office. She was almost done with the work she had to do. Maybe she would break for lunch early, she thought. There was no reply from either of her daughters, who were no doubt both engrossed in whatever it was they were doing.

Another knock sounded. Mrs Davies sighed and got up. She went to answer the door herself, passing Isobel along the way, who was still glued to the TV. Mrs Davies opened the front door to find a familiar, tallish, dark-haired girl stood there, dressed in a polka-dotted halter top and a denim skirt.

“Hello, Mrs Davies,” said Asha politely. “Can I come in? Samantha said I could come round to talk to her about, er, going swimming.” Mrs Davies smiled. She would’ve been happier if her elder daughter had been paying enough attention to let her own friends inside the house, but it was good that she had made friends who wanted to spend so much time with her. Samantha was going to settle in well when she started school next week, Mrs Davies thought.

“Of course you can, Asha,” she replied. “You can join us for lunch, if you like. I was just about to set out some food in the kitchen.” She beckoned the girl to come inside. “Samantha’s upstairs in her bedroom with Harry at the moment. Why don’t you go straight on up and see them?”

[NudeBaG]

I was happy for an intimate moment between Sam and Harry.
But if Asha wants to join, why not?

This was adorable, btw

[NickTwisp]

I don't guess Sam & Harry will be too pleased when Asha strolls into that bedroom.

[Freesub]

I guessed Isobel, but Asha should be fun as well

[NudeBaG]

I guessed Isobel, but Asha should be fun as well

What if BOTH

[NudeBaG]

This could go on for a while yet.
I know you said not to expect anything like Sharing A Changing Cubicle,
But this is shaping into something else.
Part of me is excited for the addition of Asha,
But another part wants to preserve this moment between Harry and Sam.
It’s a perfect balance.

[BareB4U]

Part 16 – Caught

“Turn around, Harry. I showed you my bum, now let me see yours!” Sam ordered. She also wanted to see his hard willy sticking out from different angles, but she didn’t tell him that.

Harry remembered back to when Sam had stripped down to only her knickers in his own bedroom, less than a week ago. She had flung her arms wide and twirled around slowly, three times on the spot for him. He mimicked her now. He knew he looked silly, but it was fun. “There, do you see everything you want to see?” he asked cheekily. “Oh yes,” Sam laughed, as she watched his willy bounce with his movements.

Then their secret, closed world of naked joy was rudely shattered by an intruder. Harry was completing his third turn on the spot and facing Sam’s bedroom door, when he saw the handle turn. Half a second later, the door opened, and Asha Chandra stepped inside. “Hey, you two...” she began, and then stopped, her eyes widening and her jaw dropping at the sight before her.

Harry panicked, flinging both his hands over his private parts as rapidly as he could, before the door was even fully open. What the hell was Asha doing here, he thought? Harry hoped to all the gods that might exist, that he had covered himself quickly enough. His erection made it hard to cover his willy effectively, so he sat down quickly on the bed, almost tripping over in his haste, and buried his hands in his lap.

Being naked with Sam, when she was also naked, was one thing. Being naked in front of Asha was entirely different. She was fully dressed for a start, her spotty top and denim skirt giving her a dignity which Harry and Sam currently lacked. Harry also didn’t get on with Asha as well as he did with Sam. Asha was a gossip and a tease, which Harry sometimes found funny, but which were the worst possible traits in someone who had just caught him in another girl’s bedroom, with no clothes on and his willy sticking out.

Satisfied his essential parts were covered, Harry looked desperately across at Sam, to gauge her reaction. She seemed as shocked by their classmate’s sudden appearance as Harry did. He was glad of that. Harry didn’t think Sam would’ve planned this, as a cruel trick to let Asha catch him naked, but Sam had a devious streak a mile wide and he didn’t entirely put it past her.

Sam had, in fact, forgotten all about inviting Asha round to talk about her latest exploits. They hadn’t agreed on a time and she had assumed Asha might send her a message before coming over. As soon as her bedroom door opened and she saw who was there, Sam covered herself in a similar panic to Harry, flinging one hand between her legs and her other arm across her chest in a classic ‘Venus’ pose. She hadn’t planned on her new friend finding out about THIS part of her naked adventures, and certainly not first-hand! She was horrified at Asha catching her naked with Harry!

Unlike Harry, Sam wasn’t stark naked in front of a fully-clothed person of the opposite sex, so her embarrassment was more about the awkward situation than her nudity itself. But still, Asha had not seen Sam without her clothes on until now, and Sam knew from the shape of Asha’s chest and hips that the other girl was at least some way into puberty. She felt suddenly ashamed of her own flat-chested, skinny, hairless and immature body. Besides, if Harry was covering up, Sam would too. She wasn’t going to give him a free show.

Asha, being the only one not naked, was the first to recover. Her shocked expression curled up into the delighted smile of someone for whom Christmas has come early. “Well, well, well,” she said smoothly, “THIS was not a sight I expected to see! I wondered why your curtains were closed when I was outside, Sam. Now I know! What HAVE you two naughty lovebirds been up to?”

“We’re not lovebirds!” Sam and Harry insisted together. Still covering herself, Sam sat down on her bed. Harry scooted across to give her plenty of personal space, and avoid giving Asha any more reasons to get the wrong impression about them. Asha laughed. “Really? The two of you naked on a bed together? Was that a hard-on I saw when I opened the door, Harry? Are you SURE nothing sexy was going on?”

Asha was enjoying herself immensely. Harry, on the other hand, was mortified. Asha had just confirmed she saw his stiff willy! How humiliating! Thanks for nothing, gods, he thought. He knew she would never, EVER let him live this down, for as long as he lived. Asha saw the look on his face and took pity on him. “Oh relax,” she said. “I didn’t get a good look at it. Care to show me now?” She stepped further into the room, advancing on Harry and reaching out, as if she were about to pull Harry’s hands out of his lap.

“NO!” Harry yelled, burying his hands more firmly. “Asha, can you please leave?” Sam pleaded. “Just for one minute so we can get dressed?” Asha dismissed the request with a wave. She didn’t want to be cruel, but this situation had been handed to her on a plate and it was just too good to pass up. “Leave?” she asked? “I came here to talk about naked boys and you present me with the real thing! You can’t expect me to leave!”

Asha began pacing around Sam’s bed, forcing Sam and Harry to both adjust their sitting positions, to try to hide as much of their bottoms from her as they could. Asha studied the details around her like a detective, piecing events together. Her gaze landed first on the discarded swimming costume on the floor, and then on the pile of clothes on the bed. Her grin widened as she saw the item on top of the pile.

“Oh, Dinosaur Boy,” Asha reproved Harry mockingly. “Do you actually own any other underpants?” That was the final straw for Harry, who had assumed Asha had forgotten that she had once seen him in that particular underwear. Futilely, aware that she had all the power, he demanded, “Get out, right now Asha, or I swear…”

“What’s all the shouting up here about?” Sam’s mother called. They heard her climbing the stairs. Sam’s eyes widened in panic. “Nothing, mum! Don’t come up!” She abandoned any attempt to cover herself and began rifling through the pile of clothes on the bed behind her. Sam no longer cared what Asha saw, it was more important to get some clothes on before her mum came in.

Harry, on the other hand, cared very much what Asha saw. She might’ve seen his willy briefly, but she’d confessed she hadn’t gotten a good look and he was determined not to give her a better one. He sat still, glumly protecting his private parts with his hands and awaiting his fate. Even the sight of Sam uncovering her fanny once again did little to cheer him up.

“I was coming up to tell you lunch is ready,” Mrs Davies said, as she arrived at the open bedroom doorway. “What on earth...?” she asked, taking in the sight of her daughter and her friend’s son without a stitch on them. “Samantha Claire Davies! Harry George Woodhouse! Why are you two in your birthday suits?”

Sam decided to brazen it out. “What, Mum?” she asked, forcing a confidence into her voice that she didn’t feel. Her mum only ever deployed middle names when they were in big trouble. “We were just talking. We weren’t doing anything wrong. What difference does it make if we’ve not got any clothes on?” Asha sat down behind Sam on the bed, deciding the best course was to remain quiet and unobtrusive. She also had a good view of the top part of Harry’s bum from here, while he was sat with his back to her. Hunched over to hide his boy parts from Mrs Davies, he wasn’t doing so well at hiding his rear end from Asha any longer. It didn’t escape Asha either that she was now sitting between her two classmates and their pile of clothes.

Mrs Davies put her hands on her hips and eyed her daughter suspiciously, unconvinced by her attempt to look and sound innocent. She had been thinking a lot lately about how Samantha was growing up, but she hadn’t imagined Samantha would even be THINKING about getting frisky with boys in her bedroom yet. Clearly I need to think again, Mrs Davies thought. Is my girl already at the stage when I have to ban her from being alone with a boy in her room?

She hoped not, and she hadn’t seen any indications that Samantha and Harry thought about each other romantically. They were clearly embarrassed about being caught. Mrs Davies could work with that. Maybe a lesson was in order, a sharp shock to make both of them think twice before doing anything like this again.

“Alright, Samantha,” she said calmly. “Have it your way. Why don’t the three of you come downstairs and we can have lunch together?” Harry, who hadn’t said a word since Mrs Davies had entered the room, hoping he could somehow become invisible, fidgeted nervously. Sam continued speaking for both of them. “Um, alright. Asha, why don’t you go down with Mum and Harry and I will be down in a minute.”

Asha got off the bed, still watching Harry’s bottom. “No Samantha,” said her mother firmly, landing her killing blow. “Right now, all three of you.” Sam grabbed her green knickers from the bottom of the pile of clothes, accessible now that Asha had stood up, and was about to put them on. Her mother stopped her. “Leave those,” she said. “They’ll still be there after you’ve eaten.”

Harry finally broke his silence. “You can’t expect us to go downstairs like THIS!” he complained, incredulously. “We’re naked!” Mrs Davies eyed him from top to toe. “I can see that, Harry darling,” she said, pretending not to understand his distress. She tightened the screw a little further. “What’s up, I thought it didn’t matter if you had no clothes on?” Mrs Davies turned to Samantha, her firmness betrayed by the hint of an evil grin, one that Samantha herself would’ve been proud of. “Isn’t that what you said, Samantha? You’re not doing anything WRONG by being naked? So it shouldn’t matter if you come and eat your lunch naked.”

It was for their own good, Mrs Davies told herself. Samantha and Harry were still young enough that a little exposure shouldn’t traumatise them, but it might make them less keen about getting naked around others for a while, and make them fear getting caught again. That was all she wanted. She looked at Harry, cowering and covering his genitals. Well, maybe not ALL. She was a little curious about what her friend’s son looked like nowadays. Was that so wrong, she asked herself? She had seen Harry running around naked a few times when he was half the age he was now. It didn’t mean anything.

Harry tried again. “But Isobel’s down there!” he pleaded. “You don’t want HER to see me, do you?” Asha chuckled quietly at the idea. Harry was kind of cute and funny when he was naked, she thought. She was keen for him to get off the bed and show off what he was hiding. Mrs Davies was ordering him to do just that. “I’m sure whatever Samantha can see, it’s fine for Isobel to see too,” she said. She wasn’t worried about her youngest daughter, figuring Isobel would simply find the situation hilarious.

Pleading wasn’t working, so Harry switched to outrage. “You can’t make me do this! I’ll tell my parents!” he threatened. Mrs Davies put her hands on her hips again. “Please do,” she said. “You can also tell them why you took your clothes off in the first place. I was going to call anyway and tell your mother she has a little nudist for a son.”

Abandoning her clothes, and holding one hand modestly over her private parts, Sam got up from the bed. “Come on, if I can do it, you can,” she said to Harry, pulling him up from the bed with her other hand. Harry reluctantly got to his feet, turning carefully as he did so that Asha couldn’t see the whole of his rear. Like Sam, he kept one hand firmly over his crotch. One small mercy about his unease at his predicament was that his erection had subsided, so it was easier for him to cover what needed covering. “It’s not so bad for you,” Harry complained. “Everyone else in this house is a girl!”

Mrs Davies led the way downstairs. Sam pushed a giggling Asha out of the room ahead of herself, and let Harry follow at the back, where he could have at least a little less attention. Sam knew this meant Harry could watch her bum as he followed, but she decided she didn’t mind. He needed her help right now.

Isobel was already sitting at the kitchen table, filling her plate with food, when the others walked in. Harry did his best to hide behind Sam. He was taller than she was, but he didn’t mind the top of his head being visible. He cared more about everything below that. Isobel gaped at seeing her big sister walk in without any clothes on. “Why are you NAKED, Samantha?” She looked accusingly at Harry, stood behind her.

“Samantha and Harry decided they didn’t want to wear their clothes this afternoon,” Mrs Davies told Isobel, causing the girl to lean to one side on her chair to see behind Sam. “HARRY is naked too?” she asked, and then immediately squealed with excitement as she saw it was true.

Harry wished he could melt into the floor. He assessed the situation. He should be able to sit down at the table without revealing his privates. Then, with his chair pulled into the table and his legs tight together, he figured no one would be able to see anything important. He would have to endure teasing from Asha, and no doubt Isobel, but maybe this wasn’t so bad after all.

Mrs Davies had other ideas, however. “Both of you need to wash your hands before you eat,” she said sternly to Sam and Harry. “Given where those hands have been, it’s not hygienic for you to be handling food with them.” She took a seat at one end of the table. Asha took the seat next to her and watched Sam and Harry expectantly.

Sam had come this far and was not about to let her mother win this battle of wills. She would not show her embarrassment or admit she had been wrong. “Okay, Mum,” she said sweetly, dropping any attempt to cover herself. Sam washed her hands at the kitchen sink and took a seat at the opposite end of the kitchen table to her mother.

Isobel was on the side of the table to Sam’s right. “What are you doing?” Isobel asked in a stage whisper. “You do know that there’s a BOY here?” Sam ruffled her sister’s hair. “Yeah, Izzy, I had noticed that Harry’s a boy,” she said with a grin.

Harry reluctantly went to wash his hands at the sink too, knowing it meant showing off the whole back of his body from head to toe, to everyone in the room. “Nice buns, Harry!” Asha laughed appreciatively, turning in her chair so she could watch him. “Asha…” said Mrs Davies warningly, but without conviction. She was watching Harry too, and thinking the same thing.

Gesturing to the foot in front of them, Asha tried her best to look innocent. “What?” she said. “I was telling Harry these buns look nice. He should hurry up and eat some of them.” Everyone around the table laughed, including Mrs Davies. Asha’s explanation wasn’t fooling anyone.

Harry scowled as he dried his hands with a tea towel. Now he had to face the dilemma of how to get to the table without anyone seeing his front as well as his back. He didn’t imagine Mrs Davies would let him use her tea towel for cover. He crossed his hands together and held them slightly in front of his privates, not quite touching himself down there. It didn’t hide his boy parts perfectly, but it would have to do. He turned around. Isobel stared, seeing his body (albeit partially covered) from the front for the first time.

“I didn’t ask you to wash your hands just so you could get them all nasty again,” Mrs Davies said with a sigh. “I’m not touching anything!” Harry insisted, but Sam’s mother wasn’t having it. “Wash them again, then keep them by your sides while you come and sit down,” she commanded. She wondered if she was pushing the boy too far, but she reasoned that all he had to do to save himself was confess. If Harry admitted he had been up to things he shouldn’t have been with her daughter, Mrs Davies would allow him to go and get dressed. If he didn’t, well, they would all see what he had between his young legs. That was a win too, in a different way.

It hadn’t occurred to Harry that there was a way to escape his fate, and he might not have chosen it anyway. There were two empty seats remaining at the table. One was on the far side, where he would be between Isobel, next to him, and Mrs Davies, across the corner from him. The other seat was on the nearest side, next to Asha and across the corner from Sam. That was obviously the better option, although it still wasn’t good. Asha beamed at him, knowing he would choose the nearer seat. She tapped a hand on it expectantly.

There was nothing else for it. Harry was going to have to expose his most private parts to all four females in the room. They weren’t anonymous girls and women either, like those who had seen him when his mother took him swimming. He had known all four of them for years. Harry psyched himself up in preparation as he rewashed his hands at the sink.

At least he could make it quick. He dried his hands, then turned and ran for the seat, his willy and balls flapping about as he moved. It felt humiliating. Asha, Sam, Isobel and even Mrs Davies all stared at everything he had. Asha and Isobel laughed out loud, unable to conceal their glee at what they were witnessing. Sam covered her mouth with one hand, but her eyes were sparkling with delight. Mrs Davies tried, not wholly successfully, to control a quiet smirk.

Harry tried to ignore their reactions to his indecent display. All four of them now knew what he looked like down there, and they could never unsee it. Blushing furiously, he sat down and clamped his legs tightly together, hoping to quickly conceal his boy parts from the eight eyes staring at them.

He wasn’t entirely successful. His legs hid his balls and the tip of his penis, but half of the shaft, up to wear it connected to his lower body, was still visible, sticking out above his thighs. With a bit of adjustment, Harry could’ve poked it down between them and hidden it completely, but having run the gauntlet and sat down, he didn’t dare risk being sent back to the sink to wash his hands for a third time.

“Haha, that’s so funny looking!” Isobel cackled, from across the table. Harry glared at her, angry and embarrassed at his loss of dignity. “Less of that please, Isobel,” her mother warned, but she was still smirking. “Harry’s a perfectly normal little boy,” Mrs Davies continued. Harry noticed Asha snigger quietly at the word ‘little’ and winced. Sat next to him, Asha had a good view of the small tube of flesh that was still partially showing between his legs. “Cocktail sausage, Harry?” she asked him innocently, offering him a bowl of them.

Sam thought that Asha, Isobel and her mother were all being unnecessarily mean to Harry, but she was glad the attention wasn’t on herself. She reached under the corner of the table and rested a hand on Harry’s bare knee to comfort him. They looked up at one another, then down at each other’s laps. Both held their legs tight together.

It was easier for Sam to conceal her privates, and she might as well be Barbie doll smooth down there, for all that Harry could see. Sam however could see about an inch of Harry’s willy poking out between his thighs. He HAD to be aware of that, Sam thought. She looked away, to spare him further embarrassment. Her eyes met Asha’s as she looked up. Clearly Asha had been studying the same sight between Harry's legs. She flashed Sam a knowing smile.

The meal passed with polite conversation. No one mentioned again directly that Sam and Harry were both naked. Asha continued to steal glances at the half penis she could see. Harry felt very self-conscious about it every time he saw her looking. Isobel seemed to have developed a sudden clumsiness, and kept dropping things on the floor. She would get down to pick them up, giving her the opportunity to look at Harry under the table. To her frustration, she wasn’t able to see very much. His legs were pressed too tightly together.

Once they had finished eating, Mrs Davies asked them to help tidy the leftover food and dishes away. Harry and Sam looked uneasy. This would mean getting up from the table and carrying things, which wouldn’t leave their hands free for other important purposes. Mrs Davies decided she should show them at least some pity. She wouldn’t let them go off and get dressed yet, but she would reduce the size of their audience. She suggested Asha go with Isobel back to the living room so that Isobel could finish watching her movie.

“No, I want to stay and help!” Isobel protested, talking to her mother but looking at Harry. “Hmm, on second thought, why don’t you go upstairs,” Mrs Davies replied. She didn’t trust the two girls not to hang around and peek through the doorway.

They listened out for the sounds of footsteps going upstairs. Once Harry was sure they were gone, he reluctantly got up from the table, baring his private parts to Sam’s mother again. Sam got up too and, between the three of them, they made light work of tidying up, feigning normality and pretending that two of them weren’t nude as the day they were born.

As they tidied in the kitchen, none of them heard a knock at the front door. Asha and Isobel, who were busy scheming together upstairs, didn’t hear it either.

Having got a better look, Mrs Davies decided Harry’s hairless, little boy parts were kind of cute, and probably not a threat to her daughter’s honour after all, at least not for a few years. “I hope you two might think twice about doing something like this again,” she told Sam and Harry. “You’re not really going to tell my mum about this, are you?” Harry asked her. Mrs Davies thought about it. “I haven’t decided,” she told him honestly. “But whatever I do or don’t tell her depends on how well you behave for the rest of the afternoon. Now go and get dressed, both of you. I need to get back to work.”

They left the kitchen quickly, Sam in the lead and Harry following close behind. As they got to the living room, they were surprised to see John outside, tapping on the window. What was her neighbour doing, Sam thought, then shrieked loudly as she realised he could see her naked through the window. She hurriedly adopted her ‘Venus’ pose again, but John was already looking away, seeming surprised and flustered.

Sam knew with a sinking feeling that she had reacted too late this time. She had been so quick and so determined yesterday at preventing John (and so many other boys) from seeing her full frontal nudity, and now it had happened suddenly and unexpectedly! Sam supposed she deserved it after she had done the same thing to John, but that was little comfort. What she had told him yesterday was true. She really DIDN’T want him to see her fanny, but now he had.

“What was that scream for?” asked Mrs Davies, rushing in from her office. Harry covered his own privates with his hands, for what it was worth. He knew Mrs Davies had already gotten a good look at them, but he felt better covering them. “John was at the window!” Sam said in distress. “He saw me… my… everything!”

There was no one at the window now. John had beaten a hasty retreat. Mrs Davies went to the front door and opened it, to see their teenaged neighbour walking back to his own house. “Did you want something, John?” she asked. He stopped and turned to face her as she stood in the doorway. “I’m sorry, Mrs Davies,” he said apologetically, blushing.

John was not in the habit of spying through the neighbour’s windows. He had only tapped on it after no one answered the front door. How was he supposed to know there would be a naked girl in the Davies’ living room? “I knocked on the door but there was no answer,” he explained. “I was just checking in to see if Samantha was okay after the fall she had yesterday, but I can see that, er, I’ve obviously caught you at a bad time.”

“That’s sweet of you, John,” said Mrs Davies. “It was good of you to look after Samantha yesterday and yes, she’s fine now, at least physically. I think her common sense might have taken a few knocks!” She glared back inside the room at Samantha, who was blushing far more than John was. Turning back to John, she said, “I’m sorry, John, but you’re right. This IS a bad time, but thank you for checking up on Samantha.” John told her, “No problem,” and waved goodbye.

Sam waited until her mother closed the front door before accusing her. “This is all your fault, Mum! I closed the curtains when we were upstairs, so no one could see in. If YOU hadn’t made me and Harry come downstairs like this, John would never have seen me. He saw my girl parts and everything!”

Mrs Davies knew Samantha was right about that. She felt a little guilty at not only failing to protect her daughter’s privacy, but being part of the reason it had just been violated. Nevertheless, Samantha wasn’t exactly innocent in this and Mrs Davies wasn’t going to stand for being spoken back to like that.

“Oh, so you finally admit it DOES matter if a boy sees you naked?” she asked sarcastically. “Maybe you should’ve thought about that before stripping off in front of one! Now get upstairs, both of you.”

“Isobel and Asha are up there somewhere,” Harry pointed out, with some trepidation. “I don’t care,” Mrs Davies told him curtly. She knew she was only losing her temper because she had lost control of the situation, but she figured Harry was as much at fault in all this as Samantha was. “You chose to take all your clothes off in someone else’s house, Harry Woodhouse, and now you have to reap the consequences. I’ve got work to do this afternoon, so you’re going to have to deal with Izzy and Asha on your own. Do it quietly!”

With that, Mrs Davies returned to her office. Subdued, Harry and Sam slowly made their way upstairs, keeping their private parts covered with their hands. “Oh, I can’t believe John just saw my fanny! That was so embarrassing!” Samantha complained. Harry tried to cheer her up. “Do you want a contest on who’s had the more embarrassing last hour?” he asked her, with a rueful smile. “Because I’m going to win.” She laughed at that. He was right, of course.

Unfortunately, Harry’s embarrassing afternoon was far from over yet. The two of them got back to Sam’s bedroom to find Asha and Isobel waiting for them inside, sitting on Sam’s bed. The pile of discarded clothes was notably missing from where they had left it on the same bed. That figures, Harry thought, with a sigh.

“Well, well, well,” Asha said again, just as she had on their first encounter before lunch. “Did I hear your mother say you’d have to deal with us on your own?” She flashed them a wicked grin. Isobel bounced on the bed next to her, while watching Harry closely as he bashfully continued to cover his privates. “Yay, this is going to be FUN!” she squealed excitedly.

Harry doubted it was going to be fun for him.

[NickTwisp]

This story just gets even better. I like how the hunky teenage boy neighbor gets in on the act.