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Measuring time?!?! I hope so!

I just noticed that Drwhofan thanked all the chapters of this story, as well as some thanks from Reader.
Always glad to see when one of my previous unfinished stories is getting attention.

The Steven character is a collaboration with another writer. There is a Steven character in another story posted during the last several months,
but I'll leave that up to the readers to try to figure out what story that is.

We plan to have updates to both stories with Steven soon.

The Strange Girl
Chapter 10.


Going back by the pool again, Steven walking ahead of Myra, Joyce and Clarisse are both still sunning themselves. Lying on their backs the two
girls in matching red bikinis make too tempting a visual treat for Steven not to turn his head to look at their prone bodies. He had almost forgotten those girls were at the pool, his mind so occupied with other things. He was just coming down from the excitement of watching a Japanese
softcore porn animation video on Myra's DVD player. Steven slowed down as he gawked at the two girls. Their reclined deck chairs are only a foot away from him and he can look down at their oh so gorgeous curves and rounded parts. They have sunglasses on, but most likely Clarisse and Joyce have their eyes closed. Hopefully their eyes are closed.

Steven couldn't help but stare at the nearly naked pair of first year college students, thinking it would be awesome to sign up for an art class at
their school. Steven imagines sitting in the front row when the instructor announces, "I need a volunteer for a model". The bigger breasted babe
of the two girls, Joyce, immediately raises her hand to volunteer. Upon getting to the front of the class, Joyce wastes no time in taking off her button up blue n white striped blouse, revealing her knockers barely concealed in a red satin top. After stripping off her designer jeans, Joyce asks the instructor a very good question, "Should I take my top off?" Of course the instructor agrees a nude drawing is what the students need to
work on. Joyce steps up to the chair that Steven is sitting in. Turning around the hot college chic say, "Would you unhook me please."
Steven reaches up to unclasp the dainty hook that hold the straps together. He can't get it to unfasten on the first attempt, but taking his time
he can feel the softness of the girl's skin with the top side of his fingers as he fumbles with the bra hook.

Steven feels a sudden pushing on his chest, a hard shove. His mind comes to reality just in time to see the blue sky up above as his body falls
into the swimming pool.

Spitting water and sputtering as he comes up, Steven looks at the pool deck to see a laughing Myra. Clarisse and Joyce have sat up on their
deck chairs, having been rousted out of their lazy sunbathing slumber. Both girls join Myra in laughing as Steven grips the edge of the pool.

"That wasn't funny, Myra," is all Steven can say. He's pissed off and thrilled at the same time. It's so classic...getting pushed into the pool
that way, right when he was so focused on something. Angry, but sort of laughing (all one can do is just laugh it off, right) Steven climbs out of
the water. He shakes his fairly long hair like he's a shaggy dog that just got finished with bath time, spraying water in every direction, wanting
some of that spray to land on Myra.

Myra has no complaints about any water droplets that may have landed on her. She continues to laugh. It's Joyce who has something to say.

"Those volleyball shorts really look nice on you. Are you wearing underwear under those."

Clarisse lowers her sunglasses as she gets a look at the shorts Steven has on. Steven looks down at himself, cursing inwardly at how could
it be that he forgot what he was wearing. These tight shorts were showing too much of his bulge to begin with. Seeing the effect of the water
logging, the front of the shorts are fully pressed against his penis. The whole thing is outlined, the length and direction it's facing can be seen
as well as two separate outward bulges, the shorts tight enough to splay his balls apart from each other. This is what happens to boys when they
are wearing ballet tights. The shorts are not see through, but the three college age girls can basically see the size of his genitalia. It's a bit too
late, but Steven clamps his hands over his crotch.

"If I may make an observation," Clarisse says as she slides her sunglasses back up, "shouldn't a girl your age be wearing a top? Is that appropriate swimwear?"

Joyce giggles and Steven can feel himself blushing. He's just been called a girl again. "Will you stop saying that. I'm not a girl. This is so silly,"
Steven pleads, while feeling so silly himself as he holds his hands over his crotch like a little boy who can't find the bathroom.

They all just got a complete eyeful of his boy parts. Why do the female half of humanity have to be so sarcastic and have to tease boys all the
time? What gives them the right? Myra comes to Steven's side of things, sort of.

"Stevie's tits aren't that developed. I'm sure she can go around with no top on. I don't think anyone is going to complain to the management," then she shocks Steven by grabbing him by the arm, dragging him in between the two deck chairs that Clarisse and Joyce are sunning themselves on.

Myra stops Steven, gets him turned around and pushes him down onto the deck chair Clarisse is on. The college girl moved her legs just in
time as Steven gets his behind plunked down on the deck chair. Sitting down next to him on the right side, Clarise sitting on the left, Myra reaches
over with her hand and she begins rubbing Steven's right nipple.

"He doesn't have much in the way of breast tissue development, but the nipples are well on their way to becoming plump and firm. Grab hold
of that other nipple, Clarisse...now feel how much elevation there is. Very wide areola considering how flat the chest still is...yes, come on
over here Joyce. I'll move so you can sit down and get a feel of Stevie's budding mammogenesis. I think in less than six months Stevie will be wearing an A cup."

Steven tries to get up, but the two push him back down and they go back to copping a feel of Steven's barely budded man-boobs. He wants
to slap their groping hands away, but isn't this exactly what he wanted, to have some close and personal attention of one or more teenage girls?
If asked, wouldn't he have been willing to part with some real money to have two college chicks rubbing their hands on his body? Isn't this the
dream of every teenage boy? Well, teenage boys dream of being touched someplace a little to the south of the nipples. The nuts is closer to the right location, but a chest massage is a good start, right?

"Stevie has such sweet perky nipples," Joyce says, as she switches from chest rubbing to titty tweaking, pinching it between two fingertips.

"Don't look down, but I think Stevie has something else that is developing," Clarisse say, as her hand slides from the chest to the tummy.

The Strange Girl
Chapter 11.


The weirdest thing about finding himself in the middle of playful titty torture by the two college babes Clarisse and Joyce is neither girl had ever spoken to (or hardly even noticed) Steven before this moment. During the several previous times Steven was in the pool while Clarisse and Joyce sunned themselves or sat on the edge of the pool he was ignored, while these same girls flirted with any good-looking guy who was nineteen to mid-twenties. No matter how much the younger teens ran and jumped around in an attempt to show off their newly gained masculinity it was never
enough to get any acknowledgement from the two High-N-Mighty sexpots. If Steven was by himself, as he carried loads of clothes to and from
the laundry room, he most likely would have been ignored.

It must be the association he has at the moment with the "Mysterious" Myra. What is it about Myra that these college girls respond to? They are
teasing and tickling him, calling him Myra's new toy and giving him all sorts of teasing comments, mostly about how young he looks.

"This one is so ticklish. But she looks like she's still in Junior High"
"She follows Myra around like a lost little puppy. Has she been potty trained?"
"You are all wet. Did you fall into the pool, or did you go wee wee?"

All that tickling and teasing is super annoying but such a turn on at the same time. Steven's attempts at fending off the fumbling fingertips
from his nippies has only been half-hearted. He tells them to stop but secretly is sort of liking the attention...but uh oh, the girls have noticed
something going on in the wet volleyball shorts. It's something Steven can feel happening but can't stop.

"Don't look down, but I think Stevie has something else that is developing," Clarisse says, as her hand slides from the chest to the tummy.

Steven looks down at this crotch, sees his dick is bulging out, having pushed its way over toward his right hip. The girls could see his length
earlier because the wet shorts reveal everything, and now they can see some growth has occurred, fueled by the stimulation on his barely muscled chest and nubby like nips. Clarisse's hand is sliding down toward that expanding bulge in the shorts, tips of her fingers sliding along the skin of
his stomach, momentarily stopping at the belly button to playfully stick a finger into it, then continuing on down to the waistband of the shorts.

Joyce leaned over and is looking straight down at it. "Stevie...I think something may have slithered into your shorts when you fell into the
swimming pool. Maybe a snake crawled up your leg opening."

"It looks like the snake is trying to crawl its way out, looking for an exit. Maybe you should take these off," and Clarisse's hand moves down to
touch the lengthy protrusion. For several seconds she slides her fingers from the middle base of the bulge to the bulbous end. Back and forth...
back and forth the flingers slide along Steven's erected shaft.

Joyce is laughing and she places her hand at the leg opening of the shorts, the hand looking like it's about to make an attempt at ingress.
Steven looks up at Myra with a pleading expression on his face as these two girls look like they just might strip him of his shorts. As much as he
hates wearing this thing out in public, he still doesn't want to be made naked. Jumping into the pool will be his only escape, but it's two big
girls holding down one fourteen year old boy. "Help, help" Steven yells out, knowing he has no chance without Myra coming to the rescue.

"I hate to break this up, but Stevie has some work to do in the laundry room...now you two let go...let go of that leg Clarisse," Myra says, as
she grabs hold of Steven by the arms and a tug-of-war ensues.

Steven is partway lifted up, and using his own leg power, his body is breaking the grasp of the two groping girls. He feels their hands sliding from
the front part of his shorts toward the rear. Steven is just about to make his break when he feels a set of fingers slide down into the back, grabbing
hold of the volleyball shorts. The shorts slide halfway down his ass as he makes one more Myra assisted lunge to break their grasp.

Finally getting away from Clarisse and Joyce, Steven and Myra run for the laundry room. Steven hangs onto the front of the shorts to keep them
from falling down, his butt mostly hanging out as he runs the short distance. Only yanking up the back end once he and Myra are inside the
confines of the laundry facility.

"Wow, that was close. I had no idea Joyce and Clarisse could be so voracious for a puppy like you," Myra says as she scopes out the shorts for damage. Myra tugs on the back waistband of the shorts. "Once you get them going they can be insatiable. I think the shorts got a little stretched out, but no big deal. Let's check on your clothes."

The first machine with Steven's laundry in it, the undies load, has finished. The second machine is in spin cycle and will be done shortly. Myra
assists with getting the items of multicolored and shaped undergarments out of the washing machine and into a dryer. Once again, she makes
colorful commentary on any item she thinks belongs to Steven.

"Are these cute boxers with the race cars on it...is this yours?" Myra asks as she holds up a pair with cars from the Pixar movie on it. Turns out
the Pokémon boxer briefs wasn't the only old pair that Steven sometimes squeezes into.

"Will you show me some of your undies?" Steven says, getting bolder. All this talk about his undies, while he's wearing tight and wet volleyball
shorts got him in high spirits, or maybe his hard and high-spirited dick is leading the witness. Several times Myra glanced down at the front of
the shorts, making Steven want to cover up, but he has to get the clothes moved to the dryer. Anyway, being seen in this hard state by Myra
is arousing in itself. It's almost like streaking, or flashing someone. It's exhilarating. Steven wonders if he'd have the chance to come back to
the pool with Myra at some late time at night for a swim without suits on.

The second load of Steven's clothes stops spinning. Again Myra helps putting the laundry load into the dryer, the boring stuff this time, nothing to
be said about it. By this time Steven has calmed down some.

"The python that swam up your shorts just looks like a garter snake now," Myra says with a twinkle in her eye, and sure enough the hardon has
abated.

"Well, the clothes are in the dyer. What next? Do we wait here for half an hour?" Steven asks, as he's still sort of afraid of going out by the pool
again.

Myra looks out the window toward the pool. "It looks like Clarisse and Joyce are gone. You're safe to move about now. Let's go back to my place.
I'm sure we can think of something to do."

There's a snake in his pants! He let's hope that Steven doesn't carry a revolver that can shoot as well! Hopefully everyone can see that snake eventually!

The Strange Girl
Chapter 12.


Steven's clothes are in the dryer, his body has dried off after the dunking in the pool, but his hair is still damp and so are the volleyball shorts.
Even though the two college girls are no longer at the swimming pool, Steven feels a little uneasy. Mainly it's the shorts he's wearing. On
other trips across the pool area he had a basket of clothes to cover his frontside with. All of Myra's clothes are in her apartment now, and
there is no coverage besides his hands. Holding hands in front of his crotch feels too silly while walking such a long distance, so Steven switches
to holding his arms normally for walking. And sure enough, the apartment manager makes this the moment to put some flyers in all the slots
on the mail wall next to the pool. Mrs. Ledbetter, whose looks have seen better days, stands at the far side of the swimming pool, carrying a handful
of flyers. She gives Steven a double take, then hands a flyer to Myra. Steven can't help it. He places his hands in front of his groin.

"Were you swimming in those shorts," Mrs. Ledbetter asks. "Are you sure that is appropriate attire? Board shorts are acceptable. I don't know
about these."

Oh great, busted for wearing the wrong kind of shorts in the pool. What is the penalty for such an offence? Steven has no clue.

"Excuse me, but are Speedo suits considered acceptable swimwear for the apartment pool?" Myra asks the manager.

"Speedo suits?...um, um..." the manager starts to stutter. "Unfortunately, a Speedo is considered acceptable according to the company guidelines."

"And how is this any different from a Speedo?" Myra asks, using a slightly overly sarcastic voice. "Stevie's balls are not going to show more in these
shorts than in a Speedo, which actually shows off a boy's butt even better than this does....Show her your butt, Steven. This doesn't look lewd at
all now does it?" Myra smiles like she's got a good point in this argument.

"Do these shorts have a crotch liner? Do they have a draw string? If not then he needs to be wearing underwear under the shorts. Are you wearing
any underwear under there Steven?"

Steven just wants to get out of there. This discussion on whether or not he's wearing regulation swimwear is turning into a losing battle. Steven
can imagine the manager marching him up to his apartment, banging on the door, and asking whoever answers why this boy is allowed to jump
in the pool in such a state that violates the dress code.

Myra steps up to the manager and she whispers something that Steven can't hear. At first Mrs. Ledbetter looks shocked. Then she thinks on it
and she must have changed her mind about something, as her mouth switches over to a smile...and then she gets serious again.

"Steven, I'm going to have to inspect your swim attire, to make sure it meets our standards for swimming here. Now you just hold still and I shall
inspect them. And put your hands to your sides."

Steven can feel his hands trembling slightly, but he does as he is told, standing still while Mrs. Ledbetter steps up to him. The first thing the manager does is rub a hand all over the backside of the shorts, pressing firmly on his ass cheeks. Steven looks over at Myra and she is pressing her lips together, suppressing a laugh it seems. Myra looks like she's about to bust a bubble, so desperately wanting to laugh out loud. Mrs. Ledbetter walks around him all the way and comes back to the frontside. Without warning she grabs and yanks the front of the shorts outward. Steven, in total shock, looks downward. The front of the shorts are pulled out far enough that he can fully see his penis lying there pointing toward the right. If he can see his dick so clearly then so can Mrs. Ledbetter.

"These are not regulation shorts young man," the manager says with a stern voice, but Steven can see the manager's eyes are full of merriment.
"You need to change these shorts before you get back into the swimming pool. If I see you wearing these in the pool again I'll be filing a notice
of rules violation. Do you understand me, Steven?" and with that the manager lets go of the front of the shorts, which snap back with a pop.
"Now move along you two. I got work to do. Now don't forget about the party. I want to see everybody there," and Mrs. Ledbetter moves on
toward the mail wall.

Myra bursts out laughing. Steven is not laughing as he moves alongside her. He's stunned, he's shocked...Mrs. Ledbetter the manager of the
apartment complex just looked at his cock. At least he wasn't hard up at the moment. That would have been a disaster if he had an erection
and it popped up out of the shorts when Mrs. Ledbetter pulled the waistband outward.

"What party? And what did you whisper to her?"

Myra shows the flyer to Steven. It's a reminder of the Fourth of July party at the pool. Myra laughs again, showing Steven a printed line
near the bottom of the sheet. WEAR PROPER SWIMWEAR

"But what did you say to Mrs. Ledbetter?"

"Oh not much. I just suggested that if she satisfied her curiosity on whether or not those shorts have a crotch liner, by looking at the liner area
directly, then we can just move on and forget the whole thing. Well, she agreed to check, and she let you go with a warning. How about that!"

"Can apartment managers really do that? Do strip searches?" Steven can still feel his hands shaking.

"I don't know...she just did. But all's well that ends well. Let's get moving before she comes back this way again."

Steven isn't sure if he should laugh or cry. Being seen that way makes him want to do both. Well, getting marched off to see his mother about
bad behavior would have been worse, right? Would Steven have voluntarily shown his dick to the apartment manager in exchange for getting
off with a warning? Hmmm, that is a good question. The strange thing is...thirty seconds after Mrs. Ledbetter shockingly looked at his dick,
just pulled out the shorts and looked down at it...Steven has an erection he didn't a minute ago...and Myra is looking right down at the bulge out
of that erection at the front of the IMPROPER SWIMWEAR, her face just beaming. Why o why did he get excited about being looked at?
Why did he get a hardon because he got looked at? Steven always thought he was a shy boy.

Steven covers his crotch with his hands. "Yeah, let's get out of here."

What a boxing day special, two teenfan chapters in a row. Really liking what is happening to Steven currently. It's only a matter of time before his swimwear gets even more inappropriate. I cannot wait.

The Strange Girl
Chapter 13.


The walk back to Myra's apartment was mostly uneventful. The two older men are still at the tennis court, and they stopped playing long
enough to look Steven over for half a minute. Old guys as well as young boys can tell Myra's volleyball shorts are an unusual sight on what is
obviously a boy. Steven spent the whole time looking around, trying to see if anybody he knows is out and about. That is his worst fear, that
one of the other guys or gals his age, one that he knows by name, would come running around the next corner.

"I got some old tennis rackets. Do you want to come back and play doubles with those guys. I'm sure we can take them, a young fit lad like you."

What a shocking suggestion. Play tennis against those geezers? There is no doubt that he could run circles around them, but he's no good at tennis.

"Hell no. I never learned how to play tennis. Tennis is for sissies, that's what my dad always said."

"What kind of sports did you watch with your dad when you were younger?"

"I watched basketball, football, and pro-wrestling."

"Oh sweet, you like wrestling. Believe it or not I did wrestling during my junior high days," Myra says and she stops to pose with a flexed bicep,
her arm looking very strong, the muscle quite pronounced...for a girl that is. "My dad showed me old matches from the 80s on Youtube, matches
he watched when he was a kid. I had a crush on Ric Flair. He had the most spectacular hair."

Steven had seen some matches where Ric Flair showed up in the program, but that Ric Flair was an old dude, a grampa who still said he could go
out there and whip the pants off the young whippersnappers (Flair's words not Steven's).

The two walk on and climb the stairs to the apartment, the four freaking flights of stairs. Steven can't see Myra's legs, not in those pajama
bottoms she's wearing. But if her shoulders and arms are any indication, then her legs must be fabulous. Going up all these flights of stairs
every day would have some effect on muscle tone.

Inside the apartment Steven was about to plop his ass down on the couch in the living room, but he remembered just in the nick of time the
shorts are still damp. For some strange reason Myra starts jogging in place. She jogs while lifting her arms up and down. Then she bends over
and she stretches her legs.

"What are you up to?" Steven asks.

"What was your favorite wrestling hold?" Myra asks, and she gets a funny twinkle in the eye like she just thought of something naughty but
won't share the thought.

"My favorite hold? Umm, wrestlers really don't do holds very much. It's more like choreographed gymnastics and stunts with chairs and shit...
hitting people with tables."

"Exactly, it's all stunts. No real wrestling involved, not like the old days. Here, I'm going to show you some moves."

Myra moves some stuff out of the way, clears a larger space in the middle of the living room. "Come on tuff guy, get down here and see if
you can handle my moves."

Steven, thinking he has a chance at this, him being the guy and all, gets down on his knees and he gets ready to wrestle with Myra. As soon
as they make physical contact Steven knows right away he is outclassed. He is twisted this way and that. He is flipped over one way and then
another. Myra turns Steven into a human pretzel. The moves came fast and furious and Steven can't tell where one hold ends and another
begins. For Steven to try to describe the ordeal it would be difficult.

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EDITOR'S NOTE: The video link will give a good idea of the moves Myra puts poor Steven through. The move at the end is where Steven gives in
and begs to be released.

https://thisvid.com/videos/twinks-wrestle3

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"Please...please let me go," Steven begs and pleads, his legs splayed out wide and locked in place. He can feel his shorts sliding down on the
back side. They been slipping down a little here with one hold locked onto him...then the shorts slip down again as he was placed in another just
as embarrassing wrestling hold. With no ability to move, no way to save himself, Steven is at Myra's mercy. He is unable to wriggle free and when
Myra places a hand onto his tummy and she starts to tickle him Steven can't do nothing but squirm.

"Oh no, not that....please don't tickle me...please stop."

Steven in a precarious situation, shorts falling, tickling ensuing. Let's hope Myra doesn't want a trophy for winning, and let's hope it isnt Stevens shorts. (;

Another amazing lineup of Teenfan chapters!

The Strange Girl
Chapter 14.
Part A: What is that in your shorts?


Steven is in a pickle of a predicament. His body is locked tight with both his legs up in the air spread wide apart. He can't move one way or
the other. To make things worse, Myra is tickling him on his tummy tum tum, her fingertips dancing a jig just above his belly button.

"In case you were wondering, dear Stevie...this move is called a spladle. I have no idea why they call it a spladle. Maybe because your body,
the way your legs are up in the air like that makes you look like a ladle, I don't know."

Steven is squirming his butt end back and forth but he can't get any leverage to try to get out of this hold. All he can do is beg to be released.

"Please stop. I'm ticklish. Sometimes I get hard when I get tickled. Oh shit, shut up Steven." Steven says, realizing he just spoke too much.
He just admitted to his friendly tormentor that he gets an erection when he gets tickled. It happens to him every time.

Myra stops her tickling. For a moment she lays her hand on Steven's stomach, and she rubs the boy's abs up and down. This isn't tickling but it's
not doing anything to stop the level of arousal from increasing.

"Did you just say that being tickled makes you get hard? Yes...I think that's what I heard," and Myra uses two fingers to begin a little finger
walk from Steven's sternum back down to his belly button. "I think I mentioned before I like making use of the scientific method. You just
postulated that when you are tickled (the two fingers play around with the belly button and going round and around it) then you get too excited
down there and something gets hard? What gets hard? I want to know what is happening to you. Please tell me. Please describe your
physiological responses to this stimuli."

Being locked in place, the only thing Steven can do is watch as those two fingers resume their walk farther down his tummy. Myra resumes
a full out assault with the fingers now tickling the lowest part of the abdomen, just above the waistband of the shorts.

"Please stop...I'll do anything. Oh not that. Anything but that."

"Your tummy is so smooth Steven. No treasure trail yet. Nothing but a little fuzziness do I detect with your little bitty hairs. Your tummy isn't getting any harder. You must be referring to something else. Is there something getting hard down there? What is that in your shorts?"

There is is...she's looking down at it. Steven can also see it, his dick getting larger by the second. These still damp girl's volleyball shorts just
don't do much for...for hiding much. What is that mysterious girl doing? Does she actually expect him to say out loud that his dick is getting
erected. He can't recall ever using the word erection in a conversation, not even with his closest buddy Charlie from school.