The Best Thing

The Best Thing 5

By Elixir Soup

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We stayed almost exclusively in your treehouse, or "clubhouse" as you called it. That wasn't so bad. But the option to eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner up there wasn't presented to me. Three meals a day, I was surrounded by flapping boy-things of boys older than me, twitching girl-things of girls older than me, bouncing boobies of girls older than me (making me jealous of the breasts I was afraid I'd never have), and the bouncing booties of people of both genders older than me. My face was covered by a near constant blush the entire first twenty-four hour sleepover come that Saturday.

That first sleepover, though... Up in the treehouse... I'll never forget that night...

I was cold... I don't know why. It was Florida. Maybe it was loneliness and a need for human affection masquerading as coldness. You glanced over at the little girl in her PJs, curled up in her sleeping bag and shivering.

"Cold, Rosie? Wanna share my blanket?" You offered.

I was taken aback by it at first, but... it was such an odd gesture of tenderness, I agreed without a word. I emerged from my slipping back and climbed into the small inflatable matress you were lying on, under your blanket. Your body was warm, toned in the right places yet soft in the even right-er places. You pulled me into your arms, lying on your back, and I rested my head on your bare chest. Your heartbeat... it was so soothing. You arm wrapped around my shoulder and that's when I felt more content and happy than I'd ever remembered being.

I was truly comfortably warm... For the first time in my life...

Granted, it was awkward come morning when I wet the bedsheets and you jumped up with a raging morning wood... I have to admit, the sight of your boy-thing raging and bouncing at the same time is possibly even more hypnotic than normal and bouncing...

Ugh... I have to wonder how early I had become such a pervert. Was the perversion always inside of me, or did you wake it up inside of me, Arden?

After an embarrassing naked surrounded by naked people, we went on our first outing with your mom. It was at this time that I came face-to-face with the entire Flowers family's tendency to have their clothes disappear in public.

Mrs. Flowers had taken the both of us to the mall. She forced you to wear respectable clothes, but you got by with just a tank top, a pair of baggy cargo shorts, and a pair of sandals. I was wearing my usual conservative dress, a big ribbon tying my hair in a high-set pony tail, and some cute sandals...

We stopped by a children's clothing store, called Child's Play, and while I was distracted with the pretty skirts and dresses for little girls far thinner than me, I saw you beckon me over to the changing room.

"Pst! Rosie! Rosie!"

Even if I hadn't known your unmistakable voice, I would've known by the nickname that only you called me by. I ran to the changing room, but you weren't there... I instead found you poking your head out of a round clothes rack.

"Arden? What's going on?" I asked.

"Shhh! Keep quiet and get in here."

To my surprise, you grabbed me by the chest of my dress. I thought I felt you feel me up, but it was probably only my hopeful imagination. You pulled me into the ring of hanging clothes and that's when I saw you were... completely naked.

"Arden? What happened to your-"

A hand clasped over my mouth. Your hand. I felt myself blush.

"Shush. I was just trying on some clothes, honest. When I found they didn't fit me, I left both mine and the new clothes in the changing room. When I went back, they were all gone."

At the time, I was surprised. But as I found out, this was a regular occurrence for you. For the second, and by far not the last time, I swallowed my embarrassment, and came to a decision. At the time, I was willling to endure anything to protect you. Reaching under my skirt, I lowered my own cartoon undies, blushing when I felt my elbow brush against a very hard boy-thing. I held them out for you, blushing.

"W-W-Wear these, Arden," I squeaked.

That smile... I'd strip off my panties and go commando for a week just to see that smile.

"Thanks, Rosie!" You slipped the panties on, and I was surprised by how well they fit you. I hadn't noticed the first time, but I noticed this time, and all other times. They fit you surprisingly well.

We returned to Mrs. Flowers, who gave us a mere glance over. This confused me, but evidently, Mrs. Flowers was used to such antics from all of her kids. You were only a unique case in that you did it much more frequently.

"Shall we go to Burger Fiefdom for some food, kids?" Mrs. Flowers suggested.

I muttered a shy "Thank you, Mrs. Flowers..." while you only pumped your hand in the air and shouted in enthusiasm. It was actually you and my favorite burger join, but then again, we had a lot of favorites in common. We loved it for both the great burgers and the medieval knights theme...

As we sat down, Mrs. Flowers went to get our food. Somehow... she knew exactly what I wanted, though she later told me you had ordered for the both of us. It was when the food arrived that I dropped a napkin reaching for the ketchup, and I lowered my hand to find...

B-B-Boy thing! Hard boy-thing!

I looked to see my panties gone, and you completely naked in Burger Fiefdom. I leaned in, whispering as quietly as I could.

"What happened to my panties?" I asked.

"Huh? Oh, I guess they were kinda loose on me. They must have fallen on the way here and I walked out of them," you said, shrugging.

Blushing, I was too shocked to say anything. I just continued politely and quietly eating my onion rings, even forgoing the ketchup I had tried to reach for. Little did I know, I would lose many pairs of panties this way over the years. By the time I was ten, I just... stopped wearing them altogether, I had lost so many to you.

Oddly enough, no one in the mall seemed to care that you were completely naked. I don't know if it was your age, or just because everyone knew and loved you. Or, more likely, it was the Flowers' philosophy... Act like you're not the only one naked, and no one will treat you like you are, even if you really are.

We went back to your house and watched some TV. I noticed your mother fanning herself as she went about some housework. She waddled up to his not long after, smiling. "How'd you two like to go to the beach?" She asked. She was meant with a cheer from you, giving her all the confirmation she needed.

It was another hot day in Miami, Florida. I'd packed a casual one piece swimsuit with floral print and a frilly attached skirt, still too afraid to wear anything else, even if it was for you... Though I was rather eager to show off the swimming skills I had picked up to you. I went to my suitcase to retrieve it. I went to find a bag to put it in to bring it to the beach, but when Mrs. Flowers saw me, she giggled.

"Dear, just wear your swimsuit to the beach. It's better than getting changed there," she said.

Huh, she had a point. It might be a bit embarrassing to ride in the car in my swimsuit, but it would certainly be less embarrassing than changing in a rickety changing room. So, heading to the bathroom, I changed into the frilly, flowery, skirted one piece. I grimaced a little at the baby fat around my middle, praying it would go away as I went through puberty. When I emerged from the bathroom, I found Mrs. flowers changed into a matronly black one piece and you... naked.

"I can't find my swimsuit, Mommy," you said.

Mrs. Flowers giggled. "Just wear your underwear," she suggested, much to my shock.

You lit up and ran upstairs, returning holding a pair of simple white cotton briefs. You ran up slipping your foot into them. Then, still a bit shocked, we went out to the bar.

The entire ride there, my eyes were locked to the fly of your undies, knowing, even at that age from my past experience with your white cotton T-shirt, that the second they got wet, they would turn see-through. To me, this was somehow even worse than seeing you naked... Which you'd think I'd have gotten used to after almost a month of seeing you wear next to no clothing.

We got to the beach, and as always, you were full of energy. Curious... I was always so reserved and shy. You let it all hang out there in pretty much every way imaginable. Polar opposites, but... Maybe that's why we were drawn to each other. You were the extra enthusiasm that I lacked. Like a missing puzzle piece, or a thesis and an antithesis merging to making a synthesis.

You dragged me to the water, much to my dread and simultaneous anticipation. But to my relief, and yet, my disappointment, you suggested we make a sand castle.

I was terrible at it. But you were so good. It was one of many things you excelled at. And if the crowd of older girls that was spying at us from across the beach was any indication, it was one of your many skills that got you girls. At times... I felt inadequate.

Then, the moment of truth. You wanted to go swimming. I agreed.

The second you hit the waters, I was with you. And I saw it. Your briefs... Completely see-through. Your thing, curled up like a seashell. I was so busy staring at it, I didn't even notice the wave. I should've known... a six year old just couldn't be a strong enough swimmer for the ocean, especially a short, pudgy one like me.

When I woke up, I was back on the beach, in the shallows, spitting out water. I saw you wading up to my out of the corner of my eyes, and I looked to my side at you. Through blurry eyes... I saw your thing sticking clean out of your briefs. Okay, that's it! I decided I'd had enough of swimming. Forever. I wanted to lay in the sun. I walked out of the bitch, cold and wet, and told your mom as she sat under her umbrella reading that I was going to tan.

"That's fine sweety, but how about Arden put sunblock on your skin?" Mrs. Flowers suggested.

"Good idea, mom!" You agreed.

Swallowing hard, I lay on my stomach and spread my arms and legs for you to do so. I was tired and emotionally drained, so I figured I might as well just let it happen. Your mother squirted some sunblock into your hands and you moved to kneel before me. I instantly felt both dread and anticipation...

Your touch... So light. So gentle. You rubbed it into your palms expertly and glided it along my arms and legs as if you weren't even there. I couldn't help but feel relaxed at your tender care, a light moan escaping my mouth when your hands reached under the back of my swimsuit to get my back and your fingertips touched the top curve of my buns... I made no objections as your fingers glided up my inner thighs so close to my own girl-thing... And you came so very, very close to it... I swear, I felt your body heat on my loins from your hands alone.

I said nothing, save for a moan, too enraptured in it to say no to you turning me over to do my front, which I was fully capable of getting myself. Your hands glided over the other sides of my arms and legs like a magnet train over its rails. When your hands got to my sides, reaching up to my exposed underarms, I felt a thumb linger at the side of my chest. My immediate thought was "that's not exposed skin" when I felt your thumb wriggle its way under my suit to get further into my chest, but to be honest, I didn't care...

It was only when you decreed "All done!" that I awoke from my bliss.

I sat up... Looked down at my newly sunblocked body... I was completely naked...

Shrieking in fright, I threw my arms over my girl-thing and chest and made a mad dash for the ocean. I dove right in, crouching down up to my nose, and intended to stay there for the rest of my life.

You, however, came to me.

"What happened to mt swimsuit, Arden?" I squeaked.

"I took it off to apply more sunblock to you, Rosie," you explained calmly.

I blushed. How... How could he have taken off a one piece without me, the wearer, noticing? Did it have something to do with his unseen stripping in public and at schools? Was he magical?

"Well, go get it for me..." I pouted, one of my rare assertive moods.

"Can't. Dunno where it is."

I dunked my head in the water so my scream of frustration would be unheard save for bubbles, sinking up to my ebony ponytail. Of course... If my nudist best friend was constantly misplacing his own publicly shed clothes, he'd have misplaced the ones he shed from his best friend...

"Well, then I'm staying here until you bring me a towel to cover up with." I demanded, though not very strongly.
"Look, Rosie, there's a reason everyone stared at you went you ran for the ocean." They did? My life is over! "It's because you made a big deal out of it."

That made me raise my head from the water. Huh?

"It's only when you act like you're naked that people treat you as such, Rosie. Look at all the other kids around. Most of them are naked, but they don't care or act like it, so no one notices."

You had a point... Plenty of kids younger and even a bit older than the both of us were nude on this beach... And they didn't care, nor did anyone notice it. Heck, I didn't notice it! Was it really all in my head?

"C'mon out. Do this for me? Please? I'll get you a towel the second you feel too embarrassed, Rosie. Promise," you placated.

Memories of my declaration of protection came back... I'd do anything for you, Arden. Not wanting to disappoint you, I decided I would walk back to my towel and sit down, enjoy the sun. Even though I knew from the start that, unlike most men, your word was law to you... I wouldn't take you up on that towel. Not if it meant disappointing you.

I rose from the water, my nude body exposed to the sunshine. I was about to duck back down in embarrassment, but... Your hand latched onto mine, pulling it from its position over my chest. I opened my tightly-clenched eyes and saw you, the ocean rays shining in your sunflower tresses, that beautiful smile on your face, your twinkling sky-blue eyes with the most caring of expressions... I melted. All my fears were gone.

With renewed confidence in my body, I gave your hand a little squeeze, let my other arm drop to my side, and followed you on a leisurely walk back to where our towel lay.

I lay on the towel for the rest of our beach visit. For once, our roles were reversed. I was totally naked... and you were wearing clothes. It may have just been a pair of see-through wet briefs, but it still... felt oddly good. Like I was finally paying you back, evening the score.

Mrs. Flowers woke me from dozing off. "Sweety, here's a few dollars. Could you go buy Arden and yourself a couple popsicles? Orange for Arden, cherry for me, and get whatever flavor you want for yourself."

I gave a small smile at your mother. "Sure thing, Mrs. Flowers." I took the money from her, heading straight for the stand.

The man behind the counter smiled at me in ways I rarely saw people smile at me. "Well hey there, kiddo! Aren't you a cutie."

I blushed, handing him the three dollars. "Um, t-two popsicles, please. Grape, orange, and cherry."

He reached into his cart and handed me the three popsicles, but also gave me one of the dollars back. "You're is free, kiddo."

I blushed, smiling a little. "Th-Thank you, sir."

I ran back to Mrs. Flowers and you, and we ate them. But as I was finishing my popsicle, the last piece fell off the stick. It landed on my belly and as I looked down... I saw that I had just walked to the snack stand and what might have been across the beach completely naked.

Tears welled up in my eyes... If it hadn't been for you suddenly embracing me, I would've broken out crying. Your bare skin... It felt so good against my own bare skin. I felt your thingy through your wet briefs, against my leg, and it was hard. If this was naked cuddling... It was a hint of something that would be an integral part of my life with you later on, and I deeply enjoyed it.

I'm not sure... But I could've sworn I heard you say in a barely audible voice... "I'm proud of you, Rosalina" But since you never call me by my actual name, I'm sure I had imagined it...

We never did find my swimsuit, so it looked like the ride home would be me the only naked one in the car. I was a bit mad... but also oddly excited.

As we drove home, Mrs. Flowers looked at us through the mirror. "How about we head to Teddy Chefbear's Pizza for some slices?"

"What?!" I squeaked. "No, no, no, no, no!" After all, I was naked!

"Yes!" You shouted.

"Two to one vote, Rosalina!" Your mother said, grinning.

I was mortified, but when I saw your smile and the bright look in your eyes... I couldn't help but melt all over again.

As we got into Teddy's, I noticed they had a place place. You must've noticed to, because you turned to your mother.

"Hey, Mommy, can we play in the play place while we wait for our pizza?"

"Of course, dear. Just be ready when the pizza comes," she said.

And off you went, your briefs completely see-through from wetness still. For a brief moment... I considered your sunshine smile and sky-blue eyes even better than your boy-thing... And it's a thought I would briefly consider many times since... I've come to no logical conclusion to this day.

As I was still naked, I was a bit reticent to head out and play in the play place, so I instead sat at our table to reserve it while your mother ordered our pizza, but your frantic waving from the ball pit drew my attention...

Eager for your presence by my side again and remembering my vow, I ignored my own stark nakedness and walked as casually yet as urgently as I could to where you waved at me through the netting.

"What's wrong, Arden?" I asked, crossing my arms under my flat, pre-pubescent breasts.

"I can't find my undies..." you whined.

I looked down, and sure enough, your boy-thing was poking up from the sea of balls, and hard, at that. I immediately felt a blush creep to my cheeks. You must have lost them while re-enacting your day of swimming in the ball pit...

"Okay. I'll hop in and help you find them, Arden."

"Thanks, Rosie! You're the best!" I couldn't help my blush from deepening.

I swam through the ball pit, searching for the sight of sea salt water-soaked tighty-whiteys, but found nothing. I felt things, though... My hand brushed your boy-thing. At one time I even gave it a good grab. Though you also grabbed my girl-thing and chest a few times, and I often wonder if either of us was doing it on purpose, even subconsciously. If so, even then we still couldn't keep are hands off each other. Heh!

"Sorry, Arden, I can't find them." I told you, worried about disappointing you.

Instead, you smiled wide and broad. "The secret society is totally nakey now!" you cheered.

I smiled... And any thoughts of disappointing you were gone.

Your mom didn't bat an eye when she saw you walk up completely naked, holding my hand while I looked bashful. We sat and ate our pizza not in total silence, but in total nudity, and pleasant conversation about cartoons and comics. Your mother watched us silently, positively glowing in her black one piece and belly swollen with twins, and I couldn't help but feel like she was feeling some form of motherly pride toward you, me, or both of us.

"Uh, excuse me, folks, I-" It was one of the employees in animal suits, who I thought was a real life giant animal at the time, who had come waddling over to our table, I immediately starting bawling my eyes out with my arms wrapped around my wannabe-chest.

"P-Please don't throw me out for being n-naked in Teddy Chefbear's Pizza, M-Mr. Loxy! I'm sorryyyy!" I begged. You quickly pulled me into your meager lap and soothed me into calmness, though I couldn't help but feel something hard in your lap poking against my bum. This, like many firsts in my childhood, was the first time I sat in your lap, and it would be something I would repeatedly do many times, as it was one of the only ways to actually get you flustered.

"Uh, actually, I just came over to tell you three that you qualify for a free coupon due to a random contest the parlor and playplace was holding," the employee in the fursuit awkwardly explained.

Oh. Well, imagine that. Later that year, it would be the entire Flowers family and my parents with me celebrating my eighth birthday at the coolest place for kids in Miami. However, aside from that beach trip and visit to Teddy's, it would be many years before I was naked in your presence again.

But, let's forget about my eighth birthday party...

Let's move on to when I was eleven years old and just beginning middle school...

It was a very trying time for me while growing up as a young Hispanic girl in Miami.

For you see, though my mother's family's women were known for being quite slight and petite, the women on my father's side were a different story, and I was about to get it worse than another other female in my family, putting me on par-with at first, and then far beyond, most of the Flowers women.

For you see, at age eleven, my first year of middle school...

I... got boobs.

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