"Go on, go on. No one's looking."
Betty quiveringly drew in a deep breath and held it in her lungs. Why was her friend asking her to do this? Was it part of some kind of game? It seemed so weird, but she couldn't bring it upon herself to protest. It was hard to say no to Eugenia.
She exhaled, then clutched the sides of her skirt and began to lift it up. A gust of March air brushed her ankles, flapping the hosiery cuffed around them. As she pulled further, she felt the wind on her calves. Her wide eyes darted furtively around the garden.
"Go on," the girl urged again from behind her. She stared down, watching the crucifix around her neck dangle. Her bare feet sunk more deeply into the soil as she bent forward and lifted her skirt all the way up.
Following the rustle of the trees, another gust of air swept over her, causing small goosebumps to rise on her bare and now fully exposed bottom.
"Gosh, you really have a magnificent bum," Eugenia cooed behind her. "It's so awfully plump for a girl so slender as you. And perfectly round."
"Um. Yeah...listen, Eugenia—"
"Kind of unusual, really. It reminds me of those big bouncy rumps I've seen on some of those negress cocottes down in the quarter, only yours is as white as the moon. Haha."
Betty gulped, unsure of what to say. She simply watched her little golden cross bob back and forth, wondering if what she was doing was sinful.
It certainly felt so, even though she couldn't figure exactly how. What would her father think? Her mother? They were only a few yards away. She could hardly bear to imagine what they'd say if they caught her.
"Show me," Eugenia ordered quite tersely. "I wanna see it."
"I...you are seeing it, aren't you?" Betty asked, flustered. "You said you wanted to see my backside."
"That's not what I said. I said I want to see your bum hole. That means I want to see what's between those chubby cheeks of yours, love. Got it?"
"Eugenia!" Betty said, shivering. "That's filthy. Why would you want me to do that?"
"God! Don't be such a prude. I'm just curious, is all. It's not every day you see someone's bum hole, is it? Unless you're one of those arse doctors, what you call 'em. Proctors?"
"Proctologists," Betty corrected, finding her friend's unrefined and perverse manner increasingly difficult to tolerate. "Eugenia...this feels wrong. Maybe you can just find a book on the subject if you're so curious about—"
"Oh, hush. Just spread those big bum cheeks of yours already, before someone catches us."
With a deep sigh, Betty finally complied, hoping to resolve this as quickly as possible. Shutting her eyes tightly, she reached back and spread her ample buttocks by a quarter inch.
"Tsk-tsk! Come on, Betty. I still can't see it, your crack is so bloody deep. Spread it wider," she heard from behind her. Betty pushed her tongue between her teeth and bit down anxiously. She then pulled her fleshy globes apart a few notches farther, hoping this was satisfactory.
She blinked her eyes and paused, waiting for a reaction. Her legs wobbled the minute she heard a suppressed snigger, and her face went almost crimson. She could feel the cold air fanning her exposed anus, and she felt incredibly foolish.
"My word, Betty. It's lovely!" Eugenia tittered. "It looks like a tiny pink star."
"Oh...thank you, I suppose," Betty said, her long dark hair blowing into her eyes. "So we're done now, right? You've seen it, so—"
"You ever wonder how all those poofters do it?"
