Peggy Bares All

Written by Uncle Pan

Peggy Newman is ten years old. She is an athletic girl, she takes swimming and gymnastics in school, and is a compulsive monkey bars climber when she is at the park. Peggy has a nice body for a ten year old, neither too plump nor too skinny. It's just about right, she decides as she gazes at her image in the full length mirror in her bathroom. She particularly enjoys studying herself in the mirror after her bath while she is naked, tiny water droplets still running down her body. She likes to check on her growth, noting any progress of her little titties, or any growth in the area of her hips, and of course looking for the first signs of pubic hair, signs that have yet to appear.

Her skin is pale, peaches and cream in color, with just a slight pinkish aura and it is completely without blemishes. Her waist, which used to be solid, is starting to slim down a bit, and her hips are beginning to show a noticeable flair. Her titties are right on the edge of growth, her nipples pink and swollen, looking just like miniature wild strawberries, perched on slightly raised mounds of flesh on her upper chest. But as she perused her image she is most fascinated with those lips which lie almost hidden between her legs. As yet completely hairless they are full, and clam shaped, and she had discovered years ago that playing with them can bring her exquisite pleasure. She wonders about this in the scheme of things, but is hesitant to ask her mother or father about it, and so remains incognizant of its true meaning and place in the overall picture.

Because Peggy enjoys looking at her naked body in the mirror she sometimes wishes she could show it to others. She especially has in mind a fourteen year old boy, Richard Holtzman, who lives across the street from her. She has known Rick ever since her parents had moved here when she was four, and when Rick was younger they frequently played together. Now that he was two years into teenage they had very little in common, and so these days they didn't have all that much to do with one another. Peggy had felt the desire to show her naked body so strongly she had gone so far as to ask her mother, Tanya, about getting being around others, feeling that her mother would probably reject the notion out of hand. To her surprise her mother did not reject the idea outright, though she suggested Peggy use caution, pointing out that getting naked in front of others was something she needed to be very careful about, for there were some who might misconstrue her motives and others might try to take advantage of her. And there were always the many who would think less of her since in this society the prevailing attitude about nudity was one of shame.

Peggy's closest friend is Gretchen Walton. Gretchen lives next door to her and is a year younger. She is a somewhat rounder child, not yet showing any of the slimming of the waist or flaring of the hips which will undoubtedly come as she approaches maturity. Gretchen has developed slower than had Peggy, mentally as well as physically, and as a result Gretchen usually follows Peggy's lead pretty consistently.

Rick Holtzman, Peggy's across the street neighbor, is a good looking lad recently arrived at fourteen. He is tall with a good build, thanks to his playing sports in school, and in the park in summers. At fourteen he is taking a renewed interest in the feminine gender. Years ago, when his neighbor across the street, Peggy Newman, had first moved in he had spent his summers playing with her. In the summertime the Newman's had outfitted their backyard with one of those plastic pools, and Peggy used to spend a great deal of time playing in it. She would occasionally be clad in a bathing suit, but more often would be wearing only water soaked panties, or many times wearing nothing at all. This had begun with Peggy was four and had continued the next few years, until she had reached the ages six or seven. Rick had played with Peggy in the pool, but had been rather selfconscious about getting naked himself, afraid that his pecker would get hard thereby embarrassing him, and so he usually went in with his underwear on. Little Peggy had been the very first female that Rick had ever gotten to see naked, and she had seemed so beautiful in her altogether that it had made a deep impression on him that remains until this day.

Several years later, when Rick happened upon the fine art of masturbation, much of his early inspiration had come from his memories of little Peggy swimming naked in her backyard pool. He never realized exactly why this seemed to work for him, it just did and he never questioned that fact. Even these days, although he has magazines like Playboy and Penthouse for inspiration he occasionally hearkens back to his memories of little Peggy bare in her pool, and this is particularly true when he gets himself off before sleep at night when turning on a light to view a magazine would be highly inconvenient.

Lately Rick has been noticing that Peggy has grown to near adulthood, and who these days always seems to be with her friend Gretchen. The two seem almost inseparable, two sides of a coin. Whenever he sees them Rick always nods and says hi to the girls, and occasionally they might even exchange a few words. Peggy, remembering her early pool romps in Rick's company, always looks upon their meetings warmly. Gretchen having had no history with Rick since by the time she had moved next door to Peggy Rick had grown beyond an age where he and Peggy had much in common, she was more or less indifferent to the boy.

One summer's day Peggy and Gretchen were at the park, Peggy happily scaling the monkey bars while Gretchen was on the swings, when Rick climbed up to have a talk with Peggy. Once on top he struck up a conversation. "Where's your shadow?" he said, grinning. Peggy looked at him strangely, then laughed and said, "she doesn't like to climb. She'd rather swing on the swings. 'More gain for less pain,' she's always saying.

"So how've you been?" Rick asked. "Oh, fine," said Peggy. "Do you still have that little pool in your backyard?" Rick asked. She laughed, "no, I seriously outgrew it, and we put it out for heavy trash several years ago. I miss it, though, it was fun playing out in my backyard in that pool." "Yeah," said Rick, "I remember. We had a lot of fun in that little pool. And I remember how beautiful you looked playing naked in that pool. I had never paid any attention to girls and how they were built until then. But I've been a great admirer of girls ever since. Of course, unfortunately I don't get to admire them the way I used to admire you. Most girls would rather die than let a boy see them naked. It's a shame, too. If girls knew just how pretty they are when they're naked, they'd fall all over themselves getting out of their clothes."

"You know," said Peggy, "you're right. I like to look at myself in the mirror when I come out of the bath, to check out what parts of me are beginning to grow. And maybe it's just my ego talking but I think I'm really pretty when I'm naked. I also really enjoy the feeling of being naked, my skin, my pores get to breathe freely. And there are no elastic panty waistbands to cut off my circulation. And whenever I look at myself these days I think back to those times in my backyard when I was little. They were great times. I used to especially like it when you were over swimming with me. You wouldn't get all the way naked like I did, but your underwear was pretty much see-thru once it got wet, and so it didn't hide very much. And I was amazed at how big your thing would get back then. It must be really something to see these days."

"I had no idea you noticed me back then," he said. "It was pretty silly of me to insist on wearing my undies, particularly when you didn't have anything on, but us guys can get pretty self-conscious about our dicks, and especially when they get hard. We're always scared they'll embarrass us. And of course around you back then I was always hard. I had no idea why, I just was."

"I really miss that. I would love to be able to do stuff like that again. It's just that there's not really any place to do it these days. I mean if we did it at the public pool we'd get arrested for indecent exposure."

"I know a place where we could do it. It's a spot along Jone's Creek a couple of miles from here. There's pool about forty feet by thirty, the water is up to your chin, and there's even a rope you can swing out on and splash into the water. And hardly anybody knows about it, so there's almost never anybody there. 'Wanna come? We could take a picnic lunch and hike there. Then we could swim and cool off, then eat our lunch? What do you say?"

"Gee, that sounds great. I'd really like to. I'm not sure about Gretchen, though. She's sort of self-conscious about her body."

"Well, let's just not tell her about the swimming. We can tell her that we just want to hike along the creek. Tell her it'll be good for her. Kids don't get enough exercise these days, particularly girls. And from the looks of Gretchen she's one of them that don't."

"That's a great idea. I'll talk her into coming, and I won't say anything about swimming. That way she won't think to bring a bathing suit along. I can't guarantee that she'll go in naked, but if we both go in I'd be willing to bet she will too, 'cause she hates being left out of things. So, when should we go?" ......(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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