My name is Roxanne. I'm 23 years old. I have shoulder-length auburn hair, green eyes, and a body I'm proud of. I work out to keep fit and trim and Mother Nature has done her part for me as well, gracing me with a figure that turns a lot of heads. Want numbers? Okay. I don't think the numbers are as important as how a woman carries them, but for those who get off on numbers, mine are 35-25-36 and my bra, when I wear one, is a B cup. I usually just wear a cotton top under my blouse or sweater instead. I'm 5'6" tall and weight 120 pounds.
When I was 21, I had a boyfriend named Rick who was as fond of showing me off as I am of showing myself off. I love to tease. Always have. I suppose some people might have a problem with this. Sometimes I have a problem with it myself and tell myself to stop. But I can't for very long. It's just the way I'm wired, I guess. Well, there are worse vices.
I'm what you would consider an 'innocent' tease. I don't go out pantyless in tiny skirts or wear blouses unbuttoned to my waist. I believe it's a bigger turn-on for guys when they get a glimpse of something they think they're not supposed to be seeing, so I always try to give them that impression. When I undress in front of a window, the shade is always partially pulled down so it doesn't look like I'm trying to be seen. I don't sit in restaurants in a dress with my legs spread wide. I'm subtle. I'm restrained. When you catch a glimpse of my inner thigh you will always believe it was a total accident. You will never suspect I meant for it to happen. I just find it sexier that way.
Rick knew all about me because I told him one night when we were drunk. Otherwise, he never would have known. The night we met he caught a brief 'accidental' glimpse down my shirt and couldn't stop thinking about me afterwards. Anyway, once the truth was out, he admitted that the idea of me letting other guys catch glimpses turned him on and we began to fantasize about scenarios we could use that would show me off and yet maintain my innocence. He agreed that guys enjoyed glimpses of nude innocence much more than glimpses of lewdness. I'm not saying that all guys would agree with us. To each his own. Anyway, it was the day that Rick met the son of one of our neighbors that this story really begins.
The kid's name was Sam. He was 18 and starting his junior year. Very cute, great body, sweet. I'd seen him mowing the lawn and taking out the trash but had never spoken to him. Neither had Rick until that day when Sam and a friend were playing frisbee and it drifted into our yard. Rick flipped it back, they started to talk, and the rest is history, as they say. They became friends of a sort, in the way that 23-year-old guys and 18-year-old guys can be friends. Not really close, you know, but they played some Ultimate Frisbee together, some hoops, did some biking; that sort of thing. Often there were other friends of Sam's included.
So, one weekend afternoon I was out on the deck sunning and reading when Rick came home from riding early along with Sam and two of his friends. He didn't usually bring them to our house and he usually stayed out longer so I was completely surprised when I heard them come in the front door. I was lying out on the lounger in a somewhat modest two-piece bathing suit and decided the best thing to do was stay where I was. I didn't want to go into the house dressed like that and run into a roomfull of men. I wasn't thinking that way at the time. I was just thinking about relaxing. Showing off just didn't even occur to me.
But they all came out on the deck and joined me, first Rick to say 'hi' and then shortly after Sam and then his two friends. I'd met Sam by then, and he'd always acted like a real gentleman, polite, well-spoken, not the kind of kid who stares at your chest while he's talking to you. But, then, he'd never seen me in a bikini before. Rick noticed right away that the boys' radar had been activated and before I knew it he had invited them all to sit down at the table which was right across from my lounger. They were happy to oblige, and the three of them sat there sipping their sodas and ogling my breasts while we all pretended to be talking. It was a bit of turn-on for me, but it was not my ideal turn-on situation. The whole thing was a bit obvious and I felt a little too self-concious to really be able to relax and enjoy it. But it got me thinking, and Rick too, and that's when we began talking about various scenarios that could we enjoy more.
We launched stage one a week later. Rick invited Sam and the other two guys (Dave and John) to go to the movies with us, but at the last minute I begged off complaining of a headache. While they were gone, I bathed, shaved, powdered, shampooed, moisturized, perfumed,etc. You know. The works. I wanted to look my best. Then I put on a pair of plain white panties cut high on my hips, and a cotton dress that buttoned all the way from hem to collar leaving just a few buttons undone. And that was it. Then I turned on the TV and lay down on the living room couch and waited. When I heard the key in the door I lay my head down on the throw pillow, made sure my long hair was neatly arranged and that the hem of my dress was resting just above my knees and shut my eyes. Then I heard them come in. Rick had brought all three boys home, just as we had planned.
"Oh, look, she fell asleep on the couch again," Rick whispered.
"Should we leave?" Sam asked.
"No, no, that's okay. She probably took one of her headache pills and when she does that, she's out cold for eight hours. She'll never know we're here. Just keep your voices down."
They tiptoed past and into the kitchen where I heard them opening beers.
"Just don't tell your folks I gave you any," Rick told them. They all assured him that their parents were okay with them having occasional beers as long as they weren't going to be driving and that night all they had to do was walk next door because they were all staying at Sam's house.
I had to lay there a while feigning sleep and trying to not get too bored before Rick brought them back into the living room to watch a video. "This is the only TV we've got, except for the little one in the bedroom," he said. "As long as we keep the volume down, she'll sleep right through."
And so they sat. The way the room was set up, the TV was right next to the couch and across from it were the two easy chairs we usually sat in when we watched. Rick brought out two more chairs from the kitchen and set them on either side of the easy chairs so that all four of them were not only facing the TV, they were facing me as well. Finally, I was going to get to have a little fun.
After they'd been sitting there for about five minutes, I rolled onto my side facing away from them and as I did I brought my top knee up towards my waist, pulling the hem of my dress partway up my thigh. I had to wait a while in this position and as I was turned away from them, I took the opportunity to unbutton the top three buttons of my dress down to the top of my breasts. Then, after waiting an appropriate amount of time I rolled back over onto my back, and, acting like I couldn't get comfortable, tossed and turned a little more and ended up on my opposite side, facing them. With my eyes closed, I couldn't see just how high my dress had ridden up my legs, but I guessed it was up a good eight inches above my knees, and with my top 3 buttons undone, the top of my dress was open just to the tops of my breasts. I groaned as if I were dreaming.
"Sorry about that," Rick said. "She must be having a dream."
"No worries, man," Sam answered and the other two boys agreed.
"I do love watching her when she sleeps, though," Rick said. "She looks so innocent."
"Yeah," they muttered.
"And, confidentially," Rick added, "I love looking at her body too. Not that I'm not supposed to. She's my girlfriend. But sometimes I get the feeling that she isn't totally comfortable with me looking at her. When we make love, you know, she usually likes to keep the lights off. So, you know, sometimes when she's asleep. Well, you get the idea."
"No, hey, that's cool," Sam said. "Some chicks are like that."
"Yeah, and, frankly, I figure what she don't know can't hurt her anyway. Though why she would be ashamed of that body is beyond me."
"I hear you," Sam said.
"You guys ever have a girlfriend?" Rick asked. They went around the room. Sam had and claimed he'd had sex regularly with his last one. Dave said he'd had sex a few times but had never gone "all the way" with a girlfriend and John admitted that he was still a virgin and had never had a girlfriend. I think they were a little younger.
"Ever seen a woman naked?" Rick asked John. They all laughed nervously.
"Not in real life," John answered. "Unless you count my cousin Debby when we were four." They all laughed nervously again.
"Well, you don't know what you're missing," Rick said. "You got to get yourself some." The other two boys ragged on John for a while.
"Don't you think Roxanne's got a great body?" Rick asked.
"Shit, yeah," Sam said. "From what I've seen, I'd say she's just about perfect."
As if on cue, I chose that moment to roll back onto my back and as I did I raised one knee - the one furthest from them - so that my dress would slide further down my thigh. I wasn't facing them, so they couldn't see up, but it felt like my raised leg was exposed almost up to my hip.
"Whoops!" Rick said. "There goes nothing. I guess I should fix her dress." He stood up. Then he hesitated.
"That is..."
"What?" said Sam.
"Well, I was just thinking. It's like I said before, what she don't know can't hurt, you know. And believe me, she is out. What do you say we let her sleep like this a while longer while we have another beer? That is, if nobody objects."
Needless to say, nobody objected. Sam offered to go get the beers and he had to walk past the end of the couch to get to the kitchen. As he passed by my feet, he paused.
"Jesus," he said. "Nice legs." Dave and John jumped up immediately and joined him down at the end of the couch. With my one knee raised and my other leg flat on the couch and the hem of my dress slid up to my hip, there was a lot of my flesh showing although I wasn't sure if they could see all the way up to my panties or not.
"Nice," Dave said.
