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Show 14 see us naked, that's what she had come for, so when we had coaxed her properly she unhooked the bra and slid the straps down her arms, slowly let the bra fall away to her lap but kept her arms crossed over her chest. There was no sound. Roberta looked bored, we waited, Joan kept her eyes down, and then she lowered her arms and a rustle went through us, a soft unanimous intake of breath. I opened my mouth as if that way I could take in more of the sight, for I had never seen a girl's breasts before and they astonished me. Joan's were small, and so white and nippled that I grew dizzy. I felt strange, dizzy all over. When Joan saw the impression she made, she sat up straighter and pushed out her chest. "Whose turn next?" she said, all business. Off came little Roberta's panties, then Duaine's shorts, then all our shorts, we boys with erections like unjointed fingers, displayed with neither pride nor embarrassment, as straightforward as the ones shown on Dionysus in the old depictions-only much smaller. Joan sat on the apple box, we hopped from one foot to the other, and everybody looked and looked. Joan refused to take off her panties, and though we wailed in disappointment, dimly we understood that it had something to do with us being hairless, but not her, and with groans we gave in. I was feeling a great release, naked to the warm summer air, open to the world. All of us seemed to feel it and gradually the milling around began to take form, gradually we began to circle Joan, moving around her where she sat on the apple box with her small proud breasts, five boys and a little girl, we boys stiffly erect but all self-consciousness slid away from us, and all at once we were dancing, naked children dancing in a circle around the older girl, who accepted our homage as solemnly as a barbaric princess. |