NOTE : All persons in this fictionized account of the adventures of Jon as he began his ventures into exhibitionism. it would be best to read them back to back.
Chapter 4 -- The Virgin Pledge
As the football season wound down, I asked my parents to hire Caroline to tutor me in two subjects that I had fallen behind in. Arrangements were made, but Caroline was already tutoring Kate, who was in those same two classes. All three of us had the same study period after lunch and so it made sense for us to use my apartment to meet for lunch and do our schoolwork, being so close to the school. Two 75 minute periods back-to-back -- two and a half hours gave us plenty of time to both study and relax.
I had known Caroline and Kate since elementary school and our parents all attended the same church. The two of them had both taken public "virginity pledges" to save themselves for marriage, ruling out pre-marital sex. Our parents trusted us when we assured them that our relationships were purely platonic.
They could not have been more diametrically opposed physically. Caroline had a robust figure : a thick torso over her ample butt and shapely legs, she stood at about 5'8". With large and firm breasts whose nipples appeared perpetually erect (Marjorie and the mean girls called her "Nips" behind her back). She was proud of her impressive rack. Kate, on the other hand, stood at only 5'1" tall and 115 pounds. She had a petite and lithe body -- small compact breasts, a slim waist and muscular legs and a tight butt, courtesy of high school gymnastics. Literally half my size.
The two of them weren't part of the crowd that I hung out with. Caroline was 20 and a year older than both Kate and I. She was finishing high school this year and was president of the student council. She had also founded a club they called the Pledge -- a small cohort of six likeminded senior women. They met in the school library on Thursdays and organized community service activities. They had all taken a virginity pledge as well (hence the "Pledge") and had to have reached their 18th birthday by the beginning of the school year in order to qualify for membership. They all came across as very sincere and mature and were well regarded by the school staff and the community.
My apartment had been party central during football, but when the season was over, only Caroline and Kate were still visiting me on a regular basis. A very regular basis. They both knew where I kept the spare key. If I wasn't at home when either or both dropped by, they were welcome to let themselves in. If I was at home, they were welcome to let themselves in. Our parents appeared to have no problem with the amount of time that the three of us ended up spending with each other.
Initially, our time together was during our mutual lunch and study, but as the semester progressed and we grew closer, they began to drop by at any and all times. The three of us now started our school days at the apartment because it was just a five minute walk to the school. The first thing I did when I got up in the morning was to climb the stairs to the side door and unlock it. Either one of them could arrive at any time.
It was about this time that my brother came home for Thanksgiving (October in Canada) from college. He gave me a box full of Pin Up calendar art that he had collected over the years. They were individually framed and were what were referred to as cheesecake - depictions of often scantily clad curvy women in revealing and embarrassing poses. Dating from the 50's and 60's, garter belts, stockings and high heels were more often than not part of the allure. They seldom showed any more than ample cleavage or frilly panties, but were incredibly sexy for what they didn't show! They weren't X-rated so mom had allowed him to hang them in his bedroom -- he devoted a whole wall (24 prints) in a gallery like setting. I had always admired his collection and it had a profound effect on my developing interest in exhibitionism. I developed a fetish for the leggy stockings and heels look.
Mom had insisted that they had to go now that he was out of the house, so he passed them on to me. I didn't have the wall space to hang 24 framed prints but it quickly dawned on me that displaying six at a time would be plenty and that I could rotate them with the spare ones to keep the show novel. I ended up hanging a couple on the wall by the stairs descending from the side door to greet guests as they arrived, a couple on the dresser near the bed, one beside the loveseat and a final (appropriately themed) one in the separate two-piece washroom.
I hung and displayed the frames on the holiday Monday and was anxious to see Caroline and Kate's reactions the next day -- back to school after a long weekend. Coincidentally, they arrived at the same time and initially had a muted response to the ones that greeted them as they descended the stairs. They both paused and checked out the prints carefully, Kate's cheeks noticeably blushing. Caroline responded first when she noticed the print near the loveseat, but her initial utterance was a stammer. As I had hoped, I had caught them both flat-footed and intrigued at the same time. I hoped that I hadn't overstepped my bounds.
After a good five minutes of carefully scrutinizing the prints I had on display and a quick, simultaneous explanation of where they came from and that they had my mom's blessing, there was an immediate change in the air - an energy that wasn't there before. A weight had been lifted from my shoulders. The ladies were into it! This was my apartment and I wanted them both to be comfortable with my exhibitionism. Casual nudity had developed into an incredible turn-on for me. I wanted them to feel and share with me.
I quickly grew imprudent. I would leave the entrance door unlocked all day with the understanding that they were welcome to enter without knocking. They often caught me in various states of undress or in the shower as they came in unannounced, initially leading to some embarrassed moments on their part. But soon, they came to realize that I wasn't uncomfortable with "getting caught" and that my lack of discretion while dressing or showering was more or less deliberate.
Neither of them were the shy, retiring types either. I caught them stealing glances at me in the mirror above the dresser on more than a few occasions as I would slip behind the mirrored screen/room divider to change or disrobe, their eyes politely "averted" while I did so. It never failed that I would develop an erection as I found an excuse to change this pair of shorts for another or stripped out of my school uniform. I towered over the top of the screen and would establish and maintain eye contact with them while conversing as I disrobed or got changed. With the dresser light on behind me, I knew that the mirrored panels were transparent. This allowed them to see it all, but I would be blissfully "unaware" of my exposure to them as we carried on about unrelated topics. Caroline often used these opportunities to quiz me as part of her tutoring.
Knowing that they were "peeping" on me and that I was able to expose myself to them completely "unknowingly" was an incredible turn on. My stiff cock was hard to hide and my habit of going commando at home meant that I was "inadvertently" exposing myself to them on a regular basis. No doubt, there was an unstated and risquΓ© thrill for all three of us in my indiscretions.
As our comfort level grew and a more casual atmosphere prevailed with us at the apartment (I was loving having my own space!), we began to share intimate details about ourselves, becoming more and more bold in what we divulged with each other. It was uncanny how much the two of them had in common in their shared experiences : neither of them had ever seen a naked man (let alone an erection) up close and personal before or had ever "petted". They had never been seen naked by a male outside of the family. They were truly naΓ―ve about a lot of worldly matters (as was I), but they were willing to share their vulnerabilities with me and discuss topics they knew little about. They were both surprisingly open to discussing sexual matters and our peers with me.
I often steered our conversations to more intimate and sometimes private matters. I began to enhance our discussions by embellishing details, sometimes sharing locker-room boasts by teammates as my own. Despite their professed conservative beliefs and "virgin pledges", they were fascinated by these tales, especially when they involved salacious details about their peers. I was aware of body language and nonverbal signals that I was not only communicating to them but receiving as well.
They were lapping it up, turned on by my comprehensive descriptions. They were well aware that some of my detailed accounts were exaggerations, but they never called me out on them, knowing that I was including spicy details for their titillation. They were particularly taken by my shared reminiscences of my massage sessions with Sarah. They no doubt envied the close intimate contact I was describing in detail to them about Sarah's nuru technique and use of the e.m.s. for her "therapy".