Caught my crush naked at her pool party

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This happened one summer.  I was 14 and so was Ella, my crush.  I had been flirting with her for some time, but never having a serious girlfriend I didn’t know how to approach her.  One day I ran into her in the mall.  She said she was having a little pool party on Saturday and it would be great if I would come.  I accepted the invitation and hoped to spend some quality time with her.

When I arrived, I was greeted by her older brother Eddie.  He’s about 17 and star of the high school football team, to give you an idea.  He told I could leave my change of clothes in the bathhouse.

I slipped out of my jeans, with my swim shorts underneath, and went looking for Ella.  She was busy with some other guests so I went to grab something to eat at the snack table.  Ella finally came up to me and thanked me for coming.  She was wearing a tight one-piece that really showed her still developing figure.  She then suggested we have a swim together.  After about 15 minutes she said she had to pay attention to some other guests, so I was left alone.  I swam, talked to some other kids, got some sun, then the party started breaking up.  Eddie suggested I go change to my dry clothes in the bathhouse before the line forms.  I go to the bathhouse, open the door, and there is Ella standing stark naked!

I am shocked and a bit embarrassed for Ella.  I try to mumble an apology, but nothing comes out.  I quickly close the door with my face turning red.  The door soon opens and Ella runs out with a towel around her crying.

Eddie comes over with a look on his face which makes me think he is about to kill me.  I stutter as I try to explain it was an accident.  But Eddie puts his arm around me and says, “That was no accident.  Ella always locks the door when she’s changing in the bathhouse.  She left it unlocked because she wanted you to see her naked.”  I blink my eyes in disbelief.  “Why?,” I asked.  Eddie said she wanted me to see how good looking she was.  I told him I already thought she was good looking.  Eddie explained, “Girls give out a lot of shit which we guys will never understand.  Your choices are to live a life without women, or put up with the shit without asking questions.”  Eddie told me to go up to Ella’s room, tell her I was sorry and that I didn’t see anything (although I did see it all!).

I followed Eddie’s advice, only talking to Ella through the door.  I ask her to forgive me and she opens the door.  She looks like she had been crying hard.  Her eyes were wet and red.  She said it was alright.  It was an accident, but she was just too embarrassed.

Eddie is waiting downstairs and asks me how it went.  I told him he had to be wrong because if Ella had wanted me to see her naked, she would not be crying so hard.  Eddie grabs me by the neck and drags me into the kitchen.  He tells me to open the fridge and look at the second shelf.   There he points to half an onion in plastic wrap.  “Where do you think the other half of the onion is?,” he asks.  Eddie then tells me to call Ella tonight or tomorrow and ask her out for a date.  I did and Ella accepted.

It did not workout romantically for Ella and me.  We broke up after 8 months, but we became good friends.  After our breakup, she actually set me up with her best friend Judi.  I set her up with a cousin of my mine.  We all went our separate ways for college.  But when I returned during a break, I was reunited with Judi.  She told me she was invited to Eddie’s wedding and wanted to take me as her date.  There I was reunited with Ella.  Ella and I danced during the reception, when Ella confessed that years earlier my seeing her naked was not an accident.  I told her I already knew that as Eddie told me.  Ella’s mouth dropped.  When she recovered she said, “Eddie is lucky this is his wedding day, or I would kill him for telling you that!”

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Attempted Pantsing — Fighting Back

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This story involves an attempted pantsing with me, a boy, as the target.  I was 15 when this happened.  The others involved were three sisters, Megan who was my classmate, May who was 13, and their 9-year-old sister Mavis.  (No kidding!)

I had a crush on Megan and May.  These two girls are mega cute.  They always seemed to have a crush on me as well.  We flirted with each other all the time.  Sometimes we would do things together, either all three, or just me and one of the two.  It always just fell short of being a date.  I guess I was afraid of hurting one if I went out with the other, and each girl was afraid to hurt her sister.

So one Friday at school, Megan and May came up to me in the hall.  They both had these weird smiles on their faces, which I just wrote up to some silly girl thing.  Megan said she was having trouble with a math assignment and asked if I could drop by their house after school to help her.  I said sure, not suspecting anything.  When we got to their house after school, Mavis was there with a friend.  They also had a smile on their faces, but I let it go.  I followed Megan up to her room, and the other girls followed.  I asked why and they said just to hang out.  No one else was home.

When we got to Megan’s room, May suddenly grabbed me from behind and held my arms.  Megan went for my pants.  The other girls stood there giggling.  I told Megan to stop, but she unbuckled my belt and then went for the button above my fly.  I instinctively fought back.  I sent my elbow into May’s gut knocking her to the floor.  I then grabbed Megan by the collar.  She had this look of shock in her face as I threw her against the wall.

I told the girls to cut it out, but they were determined now more than ever.  I turned my attention to May, who was getting up off the floor.  Now Megan grabbed me from behind telling May to go for my pants.  Megan is stronger than May, so she was able to hold me long enough for May to get her hands on my zipper.  But I broke Megan’s grip.  I am not proud of what happened next, but I gave May a punch in the mouth sending her to the floor again.  I then grabbed Megan one more time, by the throat, throwing her even harder into the wall.  I swear I was not even thinking about what I was doing.

By this time the two younger girls had retreated to the furthest part of the room.  Instead of giggling with anticipation of my humiliation, they were now crying in fear.  May was also crying, but with a split lip that was bleeding pretty bad.   Megan just stood against the wall in shock.

I calmed down enough to tell Megan to get a cold, wet wash cloth so we can stop May’s lip from bleeding.  I had to tell her three times before she responded.  I fixed my pants up and told the other two girls to get an ice pack.  I sat May down on the bed.  When Megan returned, I sat down next to May and put pressure to stop the bleeding.  It took a while.  May’s shirt was full of blood, but she would live.  The others returned with the ice pack, and I told May to lay down and put the pack on her lip.

The girls were all sniffling trying to keep from crying.  By this time they were very apologetic.  I asked them what the hell they thought they were doing.  It seems that it was Mavis’ birthday, and for a gift they were going to let her see a naked boy.  They chose me.   I told them they were just plain stupid and that there probably are guys who would show themselves without all the fuss.  Again they apologized.

I said it was alright, although I was still pretty angry.  I told May to make up some story for her parents as to why she had a busted lip, only leave me out of it.  She said she would tell them she fell.  She ended up getting stiches.

Later that night, safe at home, I really started feeling bad about the way I acted.  True it was the girls’ fault, but I probably didn’t need to hit May that hard.  It wasn’t like me at all.  I hate fighting.   I felt ashamed and decided to apologize to May and Megan on Monday at school.  But when they saw me they still looked scared.  They turned away and avoided me.  This was a bit over a year ago, and all three sisters still avoid me.  Whenever I do see them, they just stare at me with fear in their eyes and walk away.  It’s a pity.  I really did like Megan and May.

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Wedgied at the Beach

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A few months ago I was at the beach, and right before leaving, I went into one of the stands where my ex-girlfriend works at (I’m a bisexual female). I was still angry at her over our relationship (She dumped me because I cheated on her, but she WAS a pain in the butt), so to try and get revenge I stole a bunch of things from her stand, stuck them under my boobs and in my bag and ran off. She chased me, and a beach security guard/policewoman saw me and also started chasing me. I saw a fence right in front of where my car was parked, if I could get over this fence, I was a free woman! If I couldn’t, jail awaited. I hopped on and tried to climb it. I was 99.999% sure I was getting over it once I got to the top, and I could feel my freedom being secured on I got over the first side, so I stood up, turned around and yelled “Bye, girls!” to the policewoman and my ex, blew them a kiss and wave and jumped off the fence. However, I did not jump far enough and my bikini panties got caught on the tip of the fence, leaving me dangling with a wedgie. I hung there trying to break free and tried everything. Once, I seriously even tried farting to blow the panties loose, but nothing worked, and my butt was immediately aching with pain. The officer climbed to the other side and helped me down, whilst my ex stood there laughing hysterically. I thought I had been punished enough after that humiliation, but the policewoman then said to me “Miss, you’re under arrest. Put your hands behind your back” and then *CLICK**CLICK* went the handcuffs. “You’ll be going to jail today for theft and this and that blah blah blah”. Later, my ex drew pictures of me dangling in pain and sent them to me when  I was in jail, and my cellmate asked what it was about. I told her nothing, but she also saw the note on the back that explained what happened. She quickly told all the other girls how I got arrested and they died laughing. All my dignity was officially gone. My entire time there, I was known as “wedgie girl”. (Sorry for any English errors, I’m from a non English county in Europe, lol)

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Cameltoe shame

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So this happened last year. People tell me that i’m cute , but everyone else of my friends get called ”hot” or ”gorgeous”. So I decided to wear more ”sexy” and trendy clothes. This one day , i really liked my outfit. I was wearing black leggings with a cropped top and a vest. I felt so confident and everyone was staring at me the whole day and in my head is was like : dayum i will dress like that everyday. I came home with my friend and passed in front of a mirror to realise : i had the biggest cameltoe of my life and it surely was there at school. I never dressed with leggings again, or i make sure that i have  a shirt to cover my crotch…

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Thong wedgie

Thong wedgie

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Hi.  My name is Barry and my true story happened last year when I was dating Jenna.  She and I were out hiking in the summer.  We had plans to go out to a dance club later that night.  After we had been hiking for like four hours, we decided to go back to her place to shower and prepare to go out.  The problem was that I forgot to bring a change of underwear.  Normally I wear bikini undies but had just forgot to bring a pair to Jenna’s house.  My apartment was like 20 minutes away and I was going to run over to my house and meet up with Jenna and her friends at the club.  Jenna wanted me to drive to the club with her so told me to just wear a pair of her panties.  Since I normally wear bikini undies, I told Jenna to get out a pair of bikini panties for me while I was in the shower.  When my shower was finished, I was surprised to find a tiger-print thong placed for me in the shelf in the bathroom.  I tried it on and it actually fit, it was very tiny and snug…but it fit.  I figured it would be a little secret that just Jenna and I would share.  When I came out of the bathroom, Jenna stood there smiling.  I gave her a little glare and she giggled.  When we got to the club, I had completely forgotten that I was wearing a thong panty under my jeans.  Obviously, Jenna had told her girlfriends (Taylor and Syndi) about the panties.  While I was talking with Syndi, Taylor sneaked up behind me and grabbed that thong and delivered a very quick and firm wedgie…exposing the tiger-print thong.  The three of us were laughing so hard that we all fell on the floor.  I was so embarrassed and my face was bright red.  Taylor and Syndi teased me all night by calling me “tiger” and “t-back Barry”.  They even had the DJ at the club dedicate a song to me entitled “Tiger”.  It was so embarrassing.  Both of those girls ask me periodically if I am wearing panties and what color they are.  And, of course, when the song “Roar” came out they had fun with that by asking me to give my best roar to them, since I was a tiger.  I just glare at them and they giggle.  I say, “ha ha, very funny” and they giggle more.  Ugggh.  It is so embarrassing.

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Ski trip goes wrong

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I’m a boy and am 14. This year me, my faimly, and my best friend’s faimly went to a ski resort for winter vacation. My best friend is a boy and 14 too and he had this really hot older 16 year old sister that I had a crush on since I was 5. At the resort there was this snow tubing thing where you go to the top of hill and either someone pushes you down or you push yourself while  sitting on a tube thing. So me and my were going up and the hill and one time we started fighting and I slipped off the hill. My friend grabbed on to my pants waist band to try to stop me from falling but I ended up sliding straight out of my pants down the hill and slamed in to cushion on the wall. I stood up really embarrased and everyone was laughing and I look up and see my crush who was recording us got the whole thing on camera. I thought this couldn’t get any more embarrassing until someone said I didnt know it was tht cold and I looked down and saw my underwear wasnt there, it had fallen off in the middle of  the hill and because of balls and penis rubbing on the snow and ice they were shrunken up and I had been flashing the crowd this whole time. So I ran as fast as I could into the bathroom my friend then comes in with my pants and underwear but my underwear was soaking wet, so I only put on my pants. After that the 3 of us decided to go inside where it’s like a big mall and we meet up with some other teens. One of them asked did we see anything fun outside, and my friend said yea but it was small, and you know what you can see it right now and pulls down my pants infront of the whole mall. And later that my crush sent the video to whole school. I’m scared to go back Monday. 😨

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Boys saw my boob at the water park!

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So last year (i was in 5th grade) our class went to Kalahari water park . We do this every year after we do our independent studies (its like a science fair). So I was with my two friends in my grad and two guys, one was in fourth grade then and one was in 8th grade. My class has mixed grades in one room. I finally came up with the courage to go on the toilet bowl. The toilet bowl is a ride where at the end you go around then you drop down the hole into water. So when i got out of the water i was so happy and i thought it was so fun. I said “That was awesome!” my friend looked at me and said “Your bathing suit!” I looked down to see that one of the cups of my swimsuit had shifted over and my boob was hanging out. I quickly covered myself and the boys just looked at me like “woah, what…” They both smiled and it was so awkward. I can’t remember what they said but it was just so embarrassing and my friend said your blushing. and i was like what? That was the first time i had ever blushed. So my friends went on the toilet bowl again besides the boy in 8th grade. We waited for them sitting in chairs. He got up and said he was going to go on again and he said “You wanna come with?” and i was like “Shut up!” he laughed then went on. I’m in 6th grade now and i still havn’t told my parents…

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Wedgie tone

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So there’s was this guy I likes and he would always tease me and one day in art he was saying show me some underwear action and I was like no so then two days later he said it again and I said and he said fine Ill just get it myself and pulled my underwear halfway up my back and super glued it to the chair they had to call the janitor and everything

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The Wrong Balls got Kicked

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This happened during my first year in high school.  So I guess I was about 14.  We were playing soccer during PE, the next to last period of the day.  There was a guy named Brandon on the other team.

Brandon was one of those 14-year-olds who could pass for 18.  He was very competitive in sports, but outside of that he was the gentile giant sort.  The only time I ever saw him fight when was when he would defend one of the smaller boys from bullies.  He was not a best friend, but we occasionally hung out together.

So Brandon and I are going for the ball.  We are both about to strike at the same time.  I get there about a second ahead of Brandon.  We both are prepared to give it a good kick.  I get the ball to a teammate, but I slip on the wet grass coming down just as Brandon is trying to follow through with his kick – and Brandon gets me right in the balls.  He couldn’t have aimed it better.  Pain shoots through my body and everything goes white.

My head clears enough to hear voices.  Brandon is shouting saying he is sorry and asking if I am alright.  I can’t say a word.  An assistant coach says I need to be taken to the nurse’s office.  Brandon picks me up and carries me as the assistant leads the way.

When we get to the nurse, she has Brandon put me on an examination table.  I am curled up holding my balls and in great pain.  The coach leaves, but Brandon wants to stay until he knows if I will be alright.  The nurse tells him to have a seat outside.  She then calls Stacy for assistance.

Who is Stacy?  She’s a senior who is majoring in health sciences.  She wants to go into nursing or some other health related profession.  Our school allows health science majors to assist in the nurse’s office rather than take study hall.  Stacy also lives next door to me.   I know her well.  I always had a crush on her, but realized the age difference meant I could only admire her from afar.  But we were still on friendly terms, and we talked casually with each other often.

So that’s Stacy.  The nurse tells her they have to examine my genitals, and will have to remove my shorts.  But that means Stacy will see my package!  I don’t mind the nurse seeing my stuff.  After all she is a nurse.  But Stacy is a neighbor and a friend.  But I am in a position to say nothing.  I feel too much pain.

Stacy helps to straighten me up on the table, removes my hands from my groin, smiles at me, and gives me her hand.  “This may hurt a bit, so squeeze my hand if you need to,” she said.  The nurse quickly yanks off my shorts leaving me naked from the waist down.  She then puts on a pair of gloves and proceeds to feel my balls.  I scream out and squeeze Stacy’s hand as hard as I could.  “I don’t feel any damage,” the nurse said.  She then told Stacy to feel.  Oh, great.  My neighbor not only is going to see my balls, she is going to touch them as well?  Stacy put on a pair of gloves and then had a feel.  Again I screamed in pain.  Both the nurse and Stacy tried to comfort me.  At least I didn’t get an erection.  Actually at that point, I don’t think I could get one.

The nurse tells Stacy to get some ice while she calls my parents.  Stacy covers me with a sheet.  While I am waiting, Brandon appears telling me he has to go, but he will be back with my clothes and stuff after school end.  Stacy then returns, uncovers me and puts an ice pack on my balls.  It stings.  She has me hold it in place while she covers me.  “I know this is embarrassing for you,” she says.  “But we have to treat the swelling before it starts, or else you could have real damage.”

A half hour later, Stacy returns with a fresh ice pack.  She tells me my mom was called, but I need to keep ice on my balls for another hour, which is about the time school lets out.  Stacy says she will drive me home.  Stacy then says she has another class to go to, but another girl will be in to take her place.  The idea of another older girl, who I may know, working with my balls sort of disturbs me.  I think Stacy sensed this, as she asked if I preferred to have her stay with me.  She assured me she could skip the next class, so I asked her to stay.  She’s seen my package now anyway, and I was beginning to feel less embarrassed.

A half hour later, Stacy changes the ice pack again.  This time she inspects my balls closely.  Smiling she says she sees little swelling.  The nurse comes in to look and agrees.  “You’re gonna be fine,” Stacy said with a smile.  A half hour later, Brandon returns with my clothes.  I am still very sore and have trouble moving.  I let both Brandon and Stacy help me get dressed.  Having Stacy see me naked is no longer a problem for me.  I actually begin to feel better having her around.

My mom was home when we arrived.  She said the doctor told her if the pain is not better by morning or if there is any discoloration, to come into his office.  Stacy helps me upstairs, helps me to undress and get into my pajamas, and puts another ice pack on my balls.  I thank her for all her help, and she says, “No problem.  I’ll check back with you tomorrow morning.”

My balls are still sore the next morning, but not nearly as sore as they were that night.  I decide I’d better stay home in bed.  Stacy stops by to see how I am doing.  She asks if I had any swelling or discoloration.  I didn’t think so, but I would like to get another opinion.  I now really don’t mind Stacy inspecting my package.  She is very sensitive to my plight, not to mention professional.  She asks me to lift my penis, and checking sees nothing wrong.  I put my pajama bottoms back up.  I didn’t realize I was doing it, but I gave Stacy a hug and a kiss on her cheek.  I thanked her for everything and for getting me through my ordeal.  I just hope I don’t go through this again!

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My Little Sister’s First Slumber Party, Part 2

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This is part 2 of my sister’s first slumber party.  If you have not read part 1, find it and read that first.  If you cannot find part 1, here is a recap.

My sister Janie’s slumber party had to be canceled because my parents were called out of town to attend a funeral.  I, the 15-year-old big brother, hate to see Janie disappointed.  So I talk my parents into letting me supervise the party.  The other girls’ parents were willing to trust their daughters to me.  During the party, one girl, Brenda, feels sick.  I give her something for the stomach.  While she rests, the party goes on.  Eventually the girls go to bed.  But I am awakened by my sister at 2 am.  She tells me Brenda just had her first period.

In the days leading up to the party, I made a list of everything what could go wrong – a fire, one of the girls breaking her leg.  I developed plans in advance on how to deal with each emergency.  Brenda having her first menstruation was not on the list.  And quite frankly, it was something I really did not want to deal with.  But I was in charge and I did accept the responsibility.  So with my own stomach bouncing and my heart bounding, I got out of bed, put on my pants and went back with my sister to her room.

It was quite chaotic.  Two of the girls were wondering what was going on.  Two others knew, but all they could say was “gross.”  One pretended to sleep.  (That’s what I should have done!)  Then there was Veronica who kept telling Brenda, “This is great!  Now you get to have boobies!”  And in the middle of the room is Brenda laying on her sleeping bag, curled up in a ball.  I notice blood on the panties of her nighty.  She had obviously been crying.

Meanwhile, I was wishing for that fire.  It would have been easier to deal with.  But someone had to be the adult.  I guess it was me.  I told the girls to settle down.  Then I sat down near Brenda.  Putting my hand gently on her head, I said, “There is nothing to be scared of or ashamed of.  This happens to all girls.”  I hear a big “EEEWWWWW” from the others.  One girl asks, “Is there always that much blood?”  Ignoring her, I tell Brenda this only means she’s about to become a woman.  “That’s right,” says Veronica.  “You get to have boobies!”  This is not going well.  I ask Brenda, “You probably want your mom right now, don’t you?”  Brenda nods yes.  I tell her that Janie and I will call her mom to come pick her up.  I ask the other girls to help clean Brenda up, get her dressed and get her things together.  Veronica keeps talking about boobies.

Janie and I call from our parents’ room.  Brenda’s father answers and when I tell him who I am, he asks if there is anything wrong with Brenda.  I tell him she is fine, but she just had her first period.  Brenda’s dad then breaks into hysterical laughter.  “OOOBoy!  I bet she’s upset!,” he says.  I start praying that he is not the one coming over to pick Brenda up.  Then I hear her mother ask who is on the phone.  “Get a load of this,” I hear her father answer.  “Brenda just had her period!”

Thankfully Brenda’s mom takes the phone.  She promises she will be right over.  As I hang up the phone, one of the girls appears in the doorway holding Brenda’s bloody panties asking what to do with them.  I really don’t want to deal with bloody panties right now – or ever.  I tell her just throw them into the waste can and I will worry about that tomorrow.

Brenda’s mom comes.  Brenda runs to her and hugs her.  Her mom says that her little girl is becoming a woman.  She thanks me and they leave.  The other girls are all hyper right now.  I suggest everyone go back to sleep.  Veronica now mentions Brenda will also get hair between her legs.  They will be talking about this all night.

The girls are still asleep when I wake up in the morning.  Their parents call asking when they can be picked up.  They all heard of the excitement.  I tell them the girls will probably not get up until late.  I will feed them breakfast and they should be ready to leave by noon.  The girls finally get up.  I fix got them eggs, bacon and pancakes.  The topic of conversation is still Brenda and her menstruation.

After the girls all go home, Janie thanks me with a big hug and a kiss.  She says I am the best brother ever.  I tell her she still needs to help me clean up.  As we clean up, the doorbell rings.  It’s Brenda, now all smiles.  She wanted to thank me for last night, which she did with a hug and a kiss.  She then volunteers to help us clean up.  Actually, Janie and Brenda mostly talked as Janie was all full of questions.  Brenda told her she was wearing a pad and offered to show it to Janie.   I was ready for a different topic of conversation.

The things I put myself through just to make my little sister happy.  I guess it was worth it!

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