She's a Good Girl

Emily wasn’t even sure how she had come to be here. She was out of breath, leaning against a large tree somewhere dark, with the lights and sounds of the fairground behind her.

Of course, she had scuttled out of the hot dog van and ran, directionless, trying to find a private place to think. To escape. To hide. She had nearly taken hold of Jack’s thingy, had come so close to putting it in her mouth, closing her eyes and feeling it throbbing on her tongue. Why had she almost let Abbie talk her into doing that? Why was she still thinking about how hot and hard it would have felt? Why hadn’t she just done it? What had snapped in her mind forcing her to run away?

Now here she was, hiding behind a tree. She was letting Mr Jackson down, she had probably upset Abbie, who seemed so kind and somehow seemed to know her better than she knew herself, and she might have offended Jack. Maybe she was too uptight. Why did everybody else seem to be having fun all the time, but stupid old Emily just tried to be kind and do the right thing and always ended up getting into trouble, feeling like she was letting everybody down? She had been told before that she was pretty, she had in the past looked at herself, naked in the mirror, and known that she had nice legs, a firm round bottom and large pert breasts. She took care over her appearance, going to the hairdresser, doing her make up nicely, even carefully trimming down there. She smelled good. She should have the boys fighting over her, but instead she just always seemed to be getting into embarrassing situations, feeling ashamed and running away from everybody.

‘Emily? God, babe, I’m so sorry.’ Abbie rushed around the tree and hugged her. ‘Oh, shit, you’re crying.’

‘No, I’m okay,’ sobbed Emily, ‘I’m just feeling a bit silly.’

‘I shouldn’t have pushed you,’ Abbie soothed, ‘I was wrong.’

‘You weren’t wrong, I am too uptight! Why shouldn’t I be allowed to have fun? Look at me, running around with no pants on, why does this kind of thing always happen to me? I’m so pathetic.’

‘No you’re not. You are beautiful, funny and kind. Who else would lose their shorts and try to carry on working? None of this is your fault, and you are handling it brilliantly. I think you’ve got the biggest balls of anybody I’ve ever met!’

Emily laughed at this and wrapped her arms around her new friend.

‘I’ve got an idea,’ said Abbie, ‘I’m going to look after you from now on, and I’m going to show you how cool and awesome you are. Take your t-shirt off.’

This didn’t sound like Emily’s idea of being looked after. ‘What?’

‘Give it to me,’ said Abbie, removing her own shirt. She reached back to unclip her bra. ‘I don’t think this will fit you, but try it on anyway.’ Abbie’s breasts were much smaller than Emily’s, but a nice shape with small brown nipples. She unbuttoned her shorts, leaning forward as she slipped them and her white panties down over her slim hips and pulled them off past her boots. She stood naked in front of Emily, bundled her clothes in one hand and held them out. ‘Put these on and give me your shirt.’

Emily pulled the panties on, realising that her t-shirt was still tied in a knot at the back. She paused and blushed, realising suddenly she had been running through the fairground like that, with her bits out! The denim shorts were very tight, and only just made it over her hips. Even sucking her tummy in she could only do the zip up half way, and the waistband would not quite meet in the middle. She looked at Abbie, her nipples were hard now and she was covering her bush with one hand. No, Emily realised, she was stroking herself! She **** herself to look the brunette in the eyes. ‘Why are you doing this?’ she asked.

‘I want you to see that it’s not so bad to lose your clothes,’ Abbie said. ‘Maybe it can even be fun.’ She smiled. ‘Now give me your shirt and put mine on.

Emily complied, pulling the t-shirt up over her head and handing it to Abbie. Despite her friend being naked in front of her she still felt embarrassed at having her boobs out. Sure enough the bra was much too small. ‘Do you want this back?’ she asked.

‘No, stick it in your pocket or something,’ Abbie replied, pulling Emily’s big t-shirt on. Even tied at the back it still just covered her front bottom. She turned, sticking her bum out at Emily. The knot pulled the yellow fabric up to frame her buttocks and she jiggled them. ‘Does my bum look big in this?’

‘I think you should untie it,’ advised Emily.

‘If that's what you think,’ smiled Abbie, ‘I’m leaving it tied.’

‘But everybody will see your bum.’

‘Exactly.’

Abbie’s t-shirt was just as tight as the first one Emily had been issued, and now, without a bra she felt quite exposed. The brunette smiled, now wearing just the big shirt, and reached up under Emily’s top to re-arrange her breasts. ‘Excuse me,’ she said. Abbie’s cool hands felt good as they pushed Emily’s boobs together. ‘Perfect. And don’t worry, nobody will be looking at you until you want them to. Turn around.’ Emily did as she was told. ‘God, your ass looks great in those shorts! Emily, I could just eat you all up! Now,’ Abbie was suddenly serious, ‘do you feel better having all my clothes on?’

‘Sort of, but...’

‘How do you feel knowing that I am only wearing this t-shirt and a stiff breeze could strip me completely naked?’

‘Well…’

‘Perfect!’ Abbie took Emily’s hand and led her back into the fairground. ‘Let’s have some fun!’