Sharing a Changing Cubicle at the Pool (Part 3 - 12 Jan)

[NudeBaG]

Nah!
It was perfect!
Can’t wait for this to continue!
So hot!
Obviously, Hannah is gonna strip Cam in front of Ellie!
Will she be impressed? Amused? Both?

[DrWhoFanJ]

PART 2: OF COURSE, YOU REALISE THIS MEANS WAR

Hannah got up from the bench and set her swimsuit down in its place. Cameron was sitting there bewildered, looking like he didn’t know what to do. She decided to take the initiative and start changing while he figured it out. Taking care not to lift the hem of her dress too far, she reached one arm up underneath it so she could take her knickers off while maintaining her cover.

Cameron was holding his swim shorts in his lap, taking stock of his resources. He had the shorts, and he had the jeans and underwear he was wearing. All he had to do was switch between them without Hannie seeing anything. He had a turquoise band around his wrist too, which they’d all been given in reception to indicate their time slot in the water, but that was no help.

He could do this. The shorts were quite large. He could hold them in front of him as a shield while he eased off his jeans and underwear in the same way Hannah was doing with her dress and knickers. Then he could swap his shorts for his jeans and use them as a new shield while he got the shorts on. No problem.

Something was bothering him though, something he’d forgotten. Before he could remember what it was, he became distracted by Hannah’s dress rising up her thighs at the side of his vision, as she grabbed her knickers to begin their descent. She noticed him looking at her. “Quit staring and get your kit off already,” she told him, working them down her legs and off her feet.

But Cameron was transfixed by the appearance of such an intimate garment. It wasn’t much to look at, but he hadn’t ever seen Hannie's underwear before. She always made sure of that, keeping her laundry in her bedroom just as he did with his. Her knickers were white and plain with a small pink bow attached.

Cameron sniggered. “Nice little girl undies, Han!” causing her to blush. She'd know he was going to see them but felt embarrassed by his comment nonetheless. She quickly put them into the bag on her right-hand side, so they were out of his sight. He grinned at her discomfort.

Then another thought entered his mind, a hungrier one. Hannie now had nothing on below the waist under her dress. If he were to pull it up, he wouldn’t merely see her girly undies, like he had tried to do that morning. He would see the secret girly parts those undies usually contained. No, he mustn’t! She would surely retaliate, and he had to get changed too. It was tempting (so VERY tempting) but it wasn’t worth the risk.

Cameron decided he’d better get on with what he had to do here instead. He unfastened his belt and the top button of his jeans. Holding his shorts up to block Hannie's view, in case she was watching, he undid the zip. And stopped. He was suddenly reminded of what was bothering him and it was the underwear he’d put on that morning.

They weren’t any of his boxers, which were all in the laundry. He had been forced to wear some of the only clean underwear he had available. It was far more revealing than the style he preferred. He wouldn’t normally be seen dead in it, but he’d figured at the time that it hardly mattered. No one would know. But now they might. He did his zip back up again. This was going to take more care than he’d first envisaged, if he was to avoid Hannie discovering a quite embarrassing secret.

Right now, she was concentrating on keeping her own secrets. She felt very unprotected without any fabric between her legs. She picked up her swimsuit, anxious to put it on so she would feel more secure in front of Cam. She lifted it out in front of her and, keeping her knees low, stepped one foot into it.

Sensing an opportunity that may never come again slipping away from him, temptation finally proved too much for Cameron. No longer caring about any possible future consequences for his own modesty, and while Hannah's hands were busy with her swimsuit, he leaned over. He grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it sharply upwards, leaning down further to take a peek at what was underneath. Hannah shrieked.

She wasn’t the only one. A short distance away, Mary was going through the similar motion of stepping into her own swimsuit when she heard a different girl from Hannah shriek from the cubicle that was next to her, and a woman’s voice exclaim, “Oh my!”

Mary turned her head and saw the cause, which was obvious. Her younger son was crouched on the floor, peering under the gap between the base of the partition and the ground. Chris had supposed to have been keeping himself to himself. Mary had changed him into his trunks (much better suited for swimming in than those silly knee-length shorts Cam insisted on wearing) and armbands and told him to wait while she changed too. He must’ve gotten bored and decided to explore his surroundings.

She quickly dropped her swimsuit and grabbed hold of him around the waist. “Christopher! You mustn’t do that. Other people are in there.” She lifted him and set him upright on his feet. “Sorry!” she shouted through the partition. “Just keep your boy under control,” came the angry answer from the other woman. “We’re naked in here.” Mary rolled her eyes. The silly woman was overreacting. Chris was only little and hadn’t meant anything by it.

He looked up at his mother curiously. “Why’s it matter if they’re nakey?” he asked. Well exactly, Mary thought, it doesn’t. But instead she told him, “People don’t usually like to be naked around other people, dear. That’s why we wear swimming costumes and why we have these cubicles to change in. That was naughty of you just now. You must leave people alone when they're changing.”

Chris considered it. “But that mummy and girl were nakey together. And YOU’RE nakey with me.” He was completely unfazed by his mother’s nudity. It was the most normal thing in the world to him. As it should be, she reasoned. He was far too young to be worried about concepts like prudishness and being ashamed of your body. She shrugged. “Well, it doesn’t matter so much when it’s people in your own family. It’s different when it’s other people.”

He was at an age when every answer leads to another question. “So why didn’t Cam-cam and Hannie want to be nakey?” Mary had to think for a moment about how to answer that one, decided to steer away from the subject. “They’d just had a silly fight, dear. If they weren’t fighting, it wouldn’t matter. They are silly, aren’t they?”

It wasn’t quite a lie, and the boy seemed satisfied by it. He giggled at their silliness for fighting. Mary chuckled too, for different reasons. She wondered how the two subjects of their conversation were getting on. Even though Mary had had only a moment to sort out the items between their separate kit bags, it was no accident that she’d left the two of them without any towels. They didn’t need them BEFORE swimming after all.

She could be wicked sometimes, Mary knew that. Obviously, Cam and Hannie would both want towels to hide behind while they changed. She had chosen to give them no such luxury. Let them see each other naked, realise it wasn’t such a big deal, and get it all out of their system. A public changing room, away from her, was better than any situation she might engineer at home. There they might both scream bloody murder. Here they just had to get on with it. Hopefully it might bring them closer together.

If that was what Mary hoped for, it wasn’t working out so far. Hannah was absolutely furious with her stepbrother. “Get off me!” she shouted, causing everyone in the surrounding cubicles to wonder what was happening. She pulled the bottom of her dress down as hard as she could and shoved Cameron’s head away.

Her quick reactions had stopped him in the nick of time. It had been far too close a call. Cam had lifted the hem of her long dress almost all the way to the top of her thighs. Any higher and he would’ve actually seen her vulva! The prospect horrified Hannah. Such a thing was unthinkable. She quickly pulled her swimsuit up under her dress before he had a chance to try it again. The top half of the suit would have to remain bunched around her waist for now, but the important thing was her most private area was securely covered.

Cameron dismissed her anger with a laugh. “Hey, you’re the one who said no truce. I only wanted to see if you have a hairless little girl slit to go with your little girl undies. You don't need to worry, I didn’t see anything anyway. More’s the pity.”

Disgusted with him, she said nothing more and concentrated on her next job, unfastening her bra from inside her dress. Knowing that he was pushing his luck, Cameron reasoned he had better get on with his own changing while she was occupied. He draped his shorts carefully so they covered both his front and the hip on the side Hannie could see. Then he unzipped his jeans for a second time, lifted his bottom slightly from the bench, and slid them carefully down his legs and off his feet.

Hannah eyed his legs. About time he started undressing, she thought, but he was too well-covered to see anything interesting to her. She removed her bra and moved to add it to the bag of clothes. She thought she was safe while Cam was busy with his own clothing, but it seemed he was incorrigible. He recklessly jumped forward again and grabbed the bra out of her hands. He turned it over, fascinated by the foreign white object with its pair of cups and all its straps holding them together. Heedless of his own precarious underwear situation, he left his shorts draped casually over his lap.

“Give it back!” she hissed. He laughed again, delighted by a newfound revelation. “It’s padded! I knew you had small tits, Han, but I guess you don’t have any at all. You really are an underdeveloped little girl, aren’t you?” She snatched the undergarment back from him, fuming. “Oh, come on, don’t get mad,” he told her.

Hannie wasn’t getting mad, she was getting even. She threw her training bra into the bag where Cam’s t-shirt and her knickers had already gone. He hadn’t given her any warning of that second little stunt and she wouldn’t give him any warning either. She turned to face him again and immediately snatched the shorts right out of his lap before he renewed his hold on them.

She laughed as hard as he had done once she saw what he’d been hiding. She couldn’t believe it, Cam was wearing a tight-fitting pair of briefs! They were bright green and extremely childish-looking. In fact, they looked just like some of the pairs Chris owned. Better still, they did little to conceal the package lurking inside. There was that strange lump boys had down there, and she was seeing it on Cam for the very first time. This was more than he'd managed to see on her.

Her stepbrother yelped, and bent over double to cover himself, burying both hands in his crotch for extra protection. He felt suddenly exposed. “Not so funny now, is it?” She threw back his own words from a minute earlier, mocking him. “Nice little boy undies, Cam! Did your mummy buy them for you?”

“Shut up, you know she did.” Red-faced and still hunched over, he reached for the jeans piled on the floor at his feet, to use as cover instead of his shorts. But Hannie was quicker than him once again. She picked them up before he could get to them. Then she dropped them securely in the bag with the other clothes. The bag which was safely on the other side of her from her now semi-nude cubicle buddy.

“Give those back!” he cried, hands still buried in his lap, echoing her demand from a moment before. “Not a chance,” she replied. “You can’t keep your hands off my stuff. Why should I keep mine off yours?” She still had possession of his swim shorts too, and mused about holding onto them unless he handed over those tight little briefs first. Then he would be left with nothing but a coloured wristband and his own bare body.

But Cameron was determined to get his swimming costume back. He stood up and leaned across to grab it from Hannah. He kept one hand cupped over his bulge as he did so. He really didn’t want her to get any better look at THAT than she’d already had. She had already seen too much. There was nothing he could do to keep the rest of his embarrassingly childish briefs hidden, but the damage on that front had already been done anyway.

Even with only one arm free, he was too strong for her to fend off entirely. She giggled at the sight of him fighting her in only his tight green underpants, but relinquished control of the shorts. He looked so much scrawnier than when he was in the baggy clothes he normally wore, although he had some muscles, to be fair, as he had just proved.

Cameron glared daggers at her. It wasn’t fair, he thought. This was so much worse than what he had done to Hannah. When he had seen both pieces of her underwear, they were already off her body and she was covered by her dress. (This reasoning conveniently overlooked how he’d tried to lift that dress to see a lot more.) He was still WEARING his underwear.

Holding his shorts in front of himself again, he continued fighting her, now trying to get control of the bag which held his jeans. Hannah couldn’t fight as hard as him, but she could fight smarter. Rather than try to hold him away from the bag, she dived for his shorts again. He jumped, giving up on the bag and holding them tighter. “That’s the first intelligent thing you’ve done,” she complimented him. “You’ll leave the bag alone, unless you want to lose those again.”

They stood silently facing each other, a stand-off while they both paused for breath and Cameron re-evaluated the situation. There was nothing else for it. Still glowering at Hannah, he pulled down his briefs behind his shorts. He felt the indoor air around his bottom as he uncovered it, and felt his genitals flop loose against the fabric of his shorts as they were freed from the tight confines of his briefs. He pushed his underwear further down his legs until he felt no further resistance from them, then let go. They pooled on the floor around his feet.

Hannah watched him quietly, not moving a muscle, but waiting, hoping to see what was behind those shorts. He was fully naked now. After all those attempts to catch him at home, she finally had him completely bare before her.

This is a very solid contender for the best chapter ever posted on this site. You got the level of tension so perfect that the cliffhanger itself was absolutely exquisitely placed. I can even place myself directly in Cameron’s (lack of) shoes and imagine how terrified I’d be (and that’s saying something given my status as a lifelong exhibitionist!)!

[BareB4U]

PART 3: A DESPERATE DANCE

Mary, meanwhile, had finished getting into her swimsuit. She had also packed up her and Chris’s clothes and their towels, and was leading Chris to the lockers so she could stow everything away. They passed the cubicle she had shoved Cam and Hannie into earlier along the way. Mary glanced across and saw the door was still closed. She could see two pairs of bare feet through the gap underneath it, and considered shouting at them both to hurry up.

But she hesitated. Something was up. Cam and Hannie’s feet weren’t moving. Mary stepped a little nearer. There was noise from other people in the cubicles and aisles all around them, but even so, she should be able to hear voices or sounds of movement from Cameron and Hannah through the thin panel door. She couldn’t. As far as she could tell, they were just standing there, facing each other. Then she saw Cam’s underpants drop silently to the floor around his feet and heard a quiet gasp from Hannah.

Mary smiled and moved away, not wanting to disturb this watershed moment for the two adolescents. She thought about what Hannie must be seeing right now. It had been several years since Mary last saw her elder son in the nude. She wondered how his body was developing. Maybe she’d find a way to ask Hannie about it when they were home again, a little girl-to-girl chat. She wondered if her stepdaughter was nude also right now. Was Mary's boy getting to know his stepsister better, just as Hannie was getting to know him?

Inside the cubicle, Cameron and Hannah remained in a silent stand-off. In addition to gripping his swimming shorts firmly in hand, Cameron now pressed his whole arm tightly across them, to make extra sure Hannie couldn’t snatch them away from him again. His modesty depended on it. But Hannah wasn’t interested in trying the same tactic for a third time. Cam was slow, but he did learn eventually and Hannah knew he’d be ready for it.

Very slowly and cautiously, Cameron moved back from her, stepping out of his flimsy briefs. He’d just have to manage without his jeans. His briefs wouldn’t provide much of a substitute shield to hold up in front of himself while putting his shorts on, but they would have to do. Except that was not going to be an option for him. As soon as his feet left his briefs, Hannah sprang into action, swooped down and snatched them up from the floor.

“Hey, I still need those!” Cameron objected, trying to take them back. Hannah held them over his head, playing keep-away. Cam reached up to grab them. Okay, she thought, maybe he never learned. He could be really dumb sometimes. “Watch out below!” she teased playfully, reaching downward with her other arm. He’d left himself wide open for another assault on his shorts.

Cameron just managed to save the situation, yelping again as he jumped backwards out of Hannah’s reach, holding tightly to his remaining garment with both hands.

Smugly, Hannah turned over Cameron’s briefs to examine them closely, just as he had done with her training bra. She held the briefs by the waistband and shook them so that they fell into shape, the shape of a boy’s crotch. She gazed disdainfully at the front, trying to picturing again what Cameron looked like in them. This served him right for the embarrassment he had caused her with his comments and handling of her own underwear. Hannah was satisfied she had gotten even, justice served.

Now it was time to get better than even. With Cameron’s underpants lost to him, along with all his other clothes, how was he going to get his swim shorts on? He would have to lower the shorts to climb into them, and he had nothing else for cover. Cameron was wondering the same thing. He couldn’t risk trying to fight Hannah again to get anything back from her, not like this.

Leaving him to wallow in his state of undress, Hannah turned her back and pulled her dress off over her head. Despite what Cameron had said to her, she DID have budding breasts, although they weren’t very obvious yet. Hannah was both proud and ashamed of her growing chest. She took satisfaction that Cameron would be able to tell its existence in a minute or two, once he could see she had bumps under the front of her swimsuit. There was however, no world in which she wanted him to see those bumps in the flesh beforehand. She kept her ears pricked and paid close attention to the edge of her vision, hyper-alert for any signs of movement from Cameron behind her.

Cameron knew he should make the most of this moment to quickly get his own swimsuit on, but his nerves paralysed him. If he did that, Hannie would turn back to face him while his dick was exposed, he just knew she would. Instead he stared, helpless, taking in the unfamiliar sight of Hannie’s bare back and the swimsuit that was still gathered about her waist. He wanted very badly to see her from the front too, to see what she actually did or didn’t have there. But he didn’t dare make a move in his current state.

He watched Hannah as she worked her swimming costume up the rest of her body. She tucked her small breasts safely inside it and lifted the straps over her shoulders. She turned round to face Cameron again, now covered and properly dressed for swimming. His eyes scanned her up and down, taking a couple of seconds to appraise her figure. He himself hadn’t budged and was still holding his shorts tightly against his groin. “Hurry up, Cam,” she chuckled. “I’m ready, why aren’t you?”

Cameron sighed. He was out of other options. He cupped himself with one hand and took a deep breath. Then, as reluctantly as anything he had ever done in his life, he shakily lowered his shorts away from his front to begin the act of putting them on. Hannah gasped as he revealed even more of himself to her than she had already seen. He was an uninterrupted expanse of skin from head to toe. She could see all of Cameron’s pubic region except the most important bits. His hand was the only small shield he had left. Would it hold?

Out in the pool area, Cameron’s two female classmates were swimming lengths together. Ellie glided to the shallow end and stopped there. She rested her arms on the poolside, daydreaming to herself as she looked over towards the changing village. Mia finished swimming her own length and pulled up alongside her friend.

“Just think, Cameron’s getting all nude in there right now,” Ellie told Mia with a wistful smile.
Mia snorted at her friend’s fantasy. “What if he is? I suppose you want to go over there and get all nude with him?” Even the thought of that made Ellie blush. “No!” she replied, sounding scandalised, but splashing Mia playfully. “Of course I don’t! But he IS a boy…”

“He’s a very dumb and immature boy,” Mia retorted dismissively, splashing Ellie in return. “You saw how he came in with his family, didn’t you? He can’t even come to the pool without his mummy. Look, isn’t that his mum and brother coming out now?” Mia pointed to a pear-shaped blonde woman holding a small boy by the hand. Ellie looked for a sign of Cameron near the two figures, but couldn’t see him.

“I don’t care,” she told Mia. “Cam is cute-looking, admit it. Plus he makes me laugh.”
“Videos of cats falling off tables are cute and make me laugh. Doesn’t mean I want to get au naturel with them.”
“That wasn’t a denial. And I SAID I didn’t want to get nude with him! It’s just fun to imagine him being like that, so nearby.”

Ellie didn't wait for another response. She pushed off from the end of the pool to start swimming another length, signalling the conversation was over. Why did Mia always have to be like this whenever Ellie showed interest in a boy? It wasn’t like any boys were going to come between their friendship. There was plenty of time for both.

“Whatever,” Mia muttered, pushing off the wall too and following Ellie.

Unlike Ellie, back in the changing village, Hannah didn’t need to imagine anything. She had the real deal. This is brilliant, she thought. Cameron was balancing in front of her, totally naked, on one leg. He was flailing around, trying to hook his swim shorts over his left foot, which was lifted in the air. He had only his left hand to work with. His right was on guard duty, clamped tightly over his genitals. The turquoise band around his right wrist was the only thing he had on, its bright colour only serving to emphasise this fact and to draw more attention to the area he was barely covering, a neon signal between his thighs.

Cameron was less pleased than Hannah was with the situation. This is so demeaning, he thought. His damn shorts, baggy as they were, kept getting twisted and he struggled to get his foot in the correct leg hole. He kept missing it. His nerves were making him shake all over, which didn’t help his coordination. He hopped around as he tried again and again. He knew he looked ridiculous and could see Hannah revelling in his discomfort. “Woo!” she taunted him with glee. “Look, Cam’s all nekkid! How does it feel to be nekkid in front of me, Cam?”

Cameron did his best to shut her out of his mind. Her taunts were making it hard to focus on the task at hand. He was painfully aware of his nakedness without needing to be told. Although Hannah had been the one to call off their truce, Cameron regretted escalating things by mocking her underwear and trying to see her vagina. He had failed to see anything significant, and now the tables were turned. Hannie was safely dressed in her black swimsuit and he was the one at risk of being seen.

Cameron felt extremely aware of his private parts pressing against his hand, bare skin against bare skin. He was also aware of how his hand was the only thing KEEPING them private. He wasn’t at all sure they would stay that way. The smart choice, the more dignified choice, would be to simply give up and pull his shorts on quickly. Doing so would allow Hannie to see him for a few short seconds, but he should pretend it was no big deal and ignore any taunts from her until she got bored. But he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. No girl had seen his dick before. It would be unbearable if his very annoying stepsister were to be the first. She would tease him about it forever and he knew he would break under that. No, he couldn’t possibly let her see. He just couldn’t!

So Cameron persevered instead. He tried and failed again to get the shorts over his foot one-handed. This wasn’t working. He changed tactic, turning sideways to Hannah (but not so far that she could steal a peak at his rear) so he could sit back down on the bench. That meant he didn’t need to worry about keeping his balance, making it easier to straighten his shorts out left-handed. His right hand remained firmly over his crotch.

Hannah took a step closer. Cameron looked up at her and recoiled. She was staring down triumphantly, watching keenly, knowing that the slightest slip would mean she'd see his goodies and it would all be over for him. She considered trying to pull Cameron’s arm away, but knew he was too strong for that. He wasn’t likely to give up the vice-like grip he maintained on his remaining modesty. Besides, it was fun to simply watch him struggle.

With Hannah looming over him, Cameron went through a desperate yet methodical dance on the bench. Right hand over privates, use left hand to slip shorts over left foot. Left foot to the floor, both hands over privates. Remove right hand from privates, keeping left hand in place to guard them. Use right hand to slip shorts over right foot. Pull right side of shorts up past right knee with right hand. Return both hands to privates again. Repeat move with left hand and shorts over other knee.

While Hannah was watching this comical (and strangely mesmerising) performance closely, waiting for a mistake, she realised she couldn’t see a single hair anywhere below Cameron’s head. And to think HE had had the nerve to suggest SHE didn’t have any hair yet, and had mocked her padded bra. “Sorry Cam, who were you saying was underdeveloped? Look at you, totally hairless!”

Cameron looked down urgently at his lap, checked his hand was still covering everything it should be. It was. “Shut up! You don’t know that. You don’t know anything!”

Hannah was pushing his buttons and she knew it. She kept pushing, trying to fluster him into making a fatal mistake. “Dude, if you’re covering a patch of pubes with that hand as well as all of your bits, you can’t be any bigger than Chris down there. So which is it, are you bald or are you tiny? Or both?”

Cameron’s composure was very ruffled now. “Just… just shut up!” He avoided meeting Hannie’s eye. He wasn't out of danger yet and tried to concentrate on the task he still had to complete. He manoeuvred his swim shorts up his legs as far as they could go while he was still sitting down. It wasn’t possible to pull the shorts up and over his bottom from this position without lifting himself up. If he were to lift himself up the necessary couple of inches off the bench, as he had done when he’d slipped his jeans off, he would need to deploy an arm that was needed to defend himself against another attack from Hannie.

No, too risky. Standing up was the only way to go. Cameron’s shorts were up far enough in front of him that they just about concealed his crotch (and the hand covering it). Thank goodness, he thought. He lifted his left hand free from inside his shorts, being careful not to accidentally drag his dick up and out along with it in the process. That would be a particularly ignominious end to all his efforts to keep his member covered.

Cameron pushed Hannah backwards slightly to give himself room to stand up. She didn’t seem bothered by his rough-handling, even though he used more force against her swimsuit-clad belly than was strictly necessary. She willingly took a step back, her gaze still fixed at where the top of his shorts met his thighs.

You can quit perving, Cameron thought, it’s too late now. With both arms now free, he took hold of his shorts by either side of the waistband and stood up, pulling them the rest of the way up in one smooth motion as he got to his feet.

Hannah felt her heart miss a beat. Cameron had misjudged his final move slightly. There, at the very last, was the mistake she had been waiting for. As his legs shifted from sitting position to standing, his shorts momentarily came much lower down his front than they had been whilst he was on the bench. As low as his uncovered rear end in fact. And about half an inch TOO low, to keep completely hidden what he had so far been carefully concealing from her.

It was only there for a moment, but there it was nonetheless. Hannah could clearly see about half an inch of a tube of flesh poking above the waistband, the base of his penis where it joined the rest of his body. She also saw a piece of wrinkled skin on either side, which she knew must be the beginnings of his scrotum. The rest remained concealed inside his shorts.

Immediately Hannah wondered how much more of Cameron’s boy parts there were. It was impossible to tell, and it had been hard to judge earlier, from the glance she’d got of the bulge in his underpants. That bulge hadn’t seemed huge to her, but nor had it looked particularly tiny. She wished she had more basis for comparison.

As fast as Cameron’s genitals had made their partial appearance, they were gone again. The shorts were fully up around his waist a second after he got to his feet. He felt a surge of relief at having done it. “There!” he declared triumphantly to Hannah. “You can stop trying to see my dick now, ‘cos you never will!” He waggled his hips back and forth in an obscene manner to emphasise the bright red garment covering them at last. He didn’t seem to have noticed he’d inadvertently shown off more than he intended.

Hannah was still stunned. She could hardly believe her luck. She had seen Cameron’s penis! Okay, so it had only been a very quick glimpse of a very tiny part of his penis, but it had been right there in the open. The sight was now imprinted in her memory.

She thought about correcting his assertion about not seeing it, but he was already leaving. “Now we’re both ready. C’mon, let’s go swim!” Cameron shoved her aside, unlocked the cubicle door and dashed off eagerly in the direction of the swimming pools.

Hannah grinned to herself. No, she wouldn’t correct him, at least not yet. She would bide her time. She had also seen enough to confirm that he was, as she had speculated, completely hairless down there. She filed that piece of information quietly away in her mind for future use too. She knew Cam very well. He was bound to go and find those two girls he had been ogling earlier. Maybe she’d bring it up when he was in front of them both. That would be funny.

Hannah gathered up the bag of clothes and the footwear Cameron had left her to tidy (how typical, she thought), and took them to an empty locker. She put everything in securely and turned the key. Then she slipped the plastic band the key was attached to around her wrist, and made her own way out to the poolside.

Cameron, oblivious to such mundane necessities, was way ahead of her. The dangers of changing in front of Hannie had passed. He was keen to put distance between himself and all that awkwardness. Now was the time to focus on enjoying what still remained of their hour here.

He looked around the poolside, scanning for Ellie, wanting to show off for the girl he liked. He found her treading water in the deep end of the main swimming pool. Mia was with her, of course, but Cameron figured he couldn’t have everything. “Hey, Ellie!” he called out, running over. A lifeguard shouted, “No running!” in warning, but Cameron didn’t care. He whooped for joy as his feet left the ground, bombing into the water directly between Ellie and Mia with a giant splash.

How unfortunate for Cameron that, between his giddy triumph about successfully changing and his eagerness to jump in the water, he had neglected to tie the drawstring on his baggy, red swimming shorts.

[Jeepman89]

Exciting turn of events at the end of this chapter.

[steam train]

A great chapter and your writing really brings out the personality of the characters and their embarrassment.

[NudeBaG]

Amazing!
As expected, Hannah won’t be the only girl getting to see Cameron’s privates

[TeenFan]

The dreaded drawstring disaster...
That Cameron seems to be dim-witted at times, like a 40 Watt light bulb.
There are now three girls who can try to separate Cameron from those red shorts...or will the boy end up embarrassing himself?