|I was so happy all day, yesterday. It was such a treat not to have to worry about clothes! I was a little embarrassed in French class, I’ll admit, but I sat cross-legged like all the other girls, and hoped I wasn’t the only one not wearing panties. At least the other kids in my class knew I was wearing body paint, and so it was expected that I wouldn’t be wearing any actual clothes.
The boys were more interested than ever in my body paint, and that made me feel good. Quite a few of them were curious to know whether there was any paint between my legs. I told them there wasn’t, but they didn’t believe me, so I had to show them. Boys are funny that way.
On Saturday, I slept in, and eventually my dad came into my room to wake me up. “Get dressed,” he said.
I opened my eyes, and noticed my legs were apart, so I snapped them together. Then, as my head cleared, I noticed he was laughing about the idea of me getting dressed, and so I started laughing, too. It was nice not to have to worry about clothes.
Dave called, and asked me out, which was a pleasant surprise. He picked me up, and we went to see a movie. Despite my being naked, he was a gentleman. Everything felt exciting to me — for example, the fabric of the seat of the movie theater against my naked butt and my bare back. I let him know it was OK to put his hand on my knee by spreading my legs apart, so my leg rubbed up against his. He gently stroked my inner thigh, starting at my knee, and gradually going higher and higher. I leaned my head against his shoulder, and let him have his way with me, enjoying his gentle stroking. He kissed me when he noticed how excited I was. I leaned back in my chair, and spread my legs even wider. I kissed him when I came.
Later, we kissed goodnight, and I came again. I love being naked, and fully clothed (well almost fully clothed) at the same time.
Today’s pretty girl is — well, two pretty girls. Very nice indeed.