Maddie and Bessie

Written by UnclePan

Bessie Coleman is eight years old. She was at the park with her friend Maddie Pryor, nine, eyeing Maddie as she was sitting on a park bench with her dress riding high, her legs spread wide apart, and her thin, yellow, form fitting panties displaying her private area for any and all to see. On an opposite bench some ten feet away sat a man in his fifties with graying hair, and beside him a somewhat younger man in teeshirt and slacks. Both were pretending to read newspapers, but their eyes were constantly drifting over to the girl sitting so brashly on the bench. Behind the bench where the two men were sitting three boys were throwing a frisbee, but they spent much of the time they weren't actually throwing or catching with their eyes glued on Maddie's underwear.

Bessie quaked in embarrassment. The following conversation took place in loud whispers. "Maddie, close your legs. They can see your panties. That is soo-o-o gross!" Maddie turned her face and gave Bessie a quizzical look. "What's wrong, Bessie? You jealous 'cause they're all looking at me and not you?" Bessie gave Maddie a dirty look. "Anybody can get boys to look at 'em by showing their underwear," she said, "and yours has holes in 'em in the worst possible places." "Is that why those two men on the bench are so busy checking me out? Anyway I itch down there sometimes and I like to scratch when I itch." "Well," said Bessie, "that's no reason to show the world."

"There's nothing wrong with letting guys see your underpants. It's not like you're letting 'em see something they haven't seen before. Most boys have sisters, and those that don't usually get neighbor girls to let 'em see what they're hiding down there. And grown men have surely seen girls' petals before. Most of 'em probably have little girls of their own." "Petals, where'd you get a name like that for a girl's pee place?" "From Jimmy Ralston. He likes to have me lie on his bed with my dress up around my neck and my panties hanging off one foot. Then he likes me to spread my legs real wide while he lies between them and looks at me for hours on end. He's the one who calls it my petals, says it looks just like some exotic flower."

"But it's ugly," said Bessie in disgust. "Who says so?" said Maddie. "Jimmy Ralston sure don't think so, and he's seventeen years old. Plenty old enough to know whether or not something is ugly or pretty." The two men on the bench were straining to hear the girls' conversation, but there was a lot of noise from a nearby baseball game so that only an occasional word drifted over clearly. The older man, suddenly aware that the two girls knew he was looking at the one on the bench, felt a wave of uncomfortableness sweep across him, and folding his newspaper, he stood, adjusted his quite hard root and then walked away. The younger man stayed put for several more minutes before he got up and wandered away. Maddie, having no real interest in the frisbee throwing boys, stood up after the younger man walked away, and she took Bessie's hand in hers. She looked derisively at the frisbee throwers. "Let's go to my house," she told Bessie, "it's no fun doing it with just kids around." As Bessie and Maddie drifted off one way, the frisbee boys went the other way.

When they got to Maddie's house the girls went inside and Maddie got cokes for the two of them. Maddie's mother June was cleaning the living room, she greeted them as they came in but paid no further attention to them. After handing out cokes Maddie led Bessie upstairs to her room. They sat down and drank their cokes in silence for awhile. Finally Bessie could contain her question no longer. "How come you like showing your underpants to boys?" she asked curiously.

Maddie looked at her for a long minute before answering. "Do you got any idea what happens to men when they see a girl's underpants?" Bessie shook her head. "Well, I expect if you will just open your eyes next time and take a good look at the men when they're looking at me you'll understand. It's not hard to see."

"What's not hard to see?"

"Their dicks. They get huge when they see a girl's nooky. It's called a boner. They get them even when our nooky is hiding in our underpants."

"That's ridiculous. It can't be true."

"What'cha wanna bet?"

"Nothing. There's no way to prove it anyway."

"Sure there is. We find a boy, and you sit so's he can see your panties, and you watch him get a tentpole in his pants. Come on, let's go outside. Jimmy Ralston was sitting on his front steps reading when we came by. He gets real big when he sees girls' underwear. Let's go outside and I'll prove it to you." Bessie was reluctant, she didn't want to get proved wrong, and she was very much afraid she was going to be. But on the other hand she couldn't exactly refuse without conceding defeat, so she went along with her friend. ......(cont)

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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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