Chapter 3

Chris gently took Jennifer’s hand and led her to stand up in front of them. Chris and Mark then moved to also stand, the two and Jennifer looking at the other. She knew they wanted to see her naked, but not even her parents had seen her in the nude since she was just a little kid. She looked at one then the other, Chris with his playful grin and Mark with his ever-present smirk with danger lurking just behind his eyes.

Chris started, “So first things first. Remove your shoes.”

She blinked, looking down at her school-issued mary-janes. She had almost forgotten that she was even wearing shoes and had honestly expected them to want her to take her shirt off first. She nodded and used the arch in her feet to push the shoes off, leaving white bobby socks with frills that folded back down. She picked them up evenly and set them aside at the base of the recliner then moved back to where she was standing.

She stood there for a few moments not doing or saying anything besides meeting their eyes with a frown. Chris waited patiently for her to proceed but when it became clear she wasn’t quite following he leaned forward slightly with a grin “Now you pick a piece of clothing for us to remove, then we’ll pick another one for you.”

Jennifer bit her lip to keep from crying and sighed slowly and deep. She saw that Mark had already taken off his shoes and she just wanted to get this over with so she went with... “Shirt.”

Chris and Mark exchanged a look sharing grins and both removed their shirts, tossing them to the ground unceremoniously. Mark then spoke up “Skirt.”

What surprised Jennifer at first was that they were both fairly thin, but not unattractively so. They looked like the boyband types that were on the posters on her bedroom wall. She wondered as she mindlessly unbuttoned her skirt, zipped them down and pushed it down her legs is if she would be doing this willingly under different circumstances. If she had gone to see a concert where Chris was the lead singer and he pointed her out of the crowd and the burly security guys brought her back stage...

She blinked and realized she had her folded up skirt in her hands and was about to place them down on the recliner that her shoes were next to. She looked down at herself and couldn’t see her uncovered legs due to the shirt that was no longer tucked save for her shins, but as soon as she moved back into place and seeing the look on Chris and Mark’s faces that they could see plenty. She shyly and slowly inched her hands around to her front to cover up as much of the plain red/white/pink striped cotton panties as she could.

Chris watched her cover up a little and let it go for now. She’d learn to not be so bashful in time, so there was little worry in how she handled her little bit of privacy that she had at the moment. She’d be taking it off in a moment anyways.

Jennifer was quiet for another minute, looking down at the floor being unable to meet their eyes, before realizing that it was her turn “Err, uh-uhm ... shoes.”

Chris let out a mockingly whiney “Aww...” and kicked his shoes off. He looked up at Mark, then down at his bare feet, then back up at him. They exchanged a shrug and looked back at Jennifer together. Since it was Chris’ turn, he spoke, “Shirt.”

Jennifer closed her eyes, trying to remember what little fantasy she had just gotten lost into. It had made taking her skirt off much easier but for the life of her she couldn’t find it again. Ah, a boy. Just think of a boy. Brian Knight.

The first chair base in the school’s chorus class. He was really nice to her especially it felt sometimes and she thought he liked her. He was the kind of guy that was liked by most of the student body but never really hung out with any one cliche. In that way he had made the reputation of kind of a mystery to the girls.

She opened her eyes and found herself pushing her shirt down her arms. Her 32B cup white plain bra was on display and she instantly moved her shirt around to hide them, though also instantly felt a little foolish for doing so and lowered her shirt. She had to accept in her mind that she was very likely to lose her virginity before the day was out. Showing her bra and, inevitably, her breasts seemed a small thing in comparison.

She sighed and folded up her shirt, setting it aside with the her growing pile of clothes. She moved back into place wearing only her white bra, bobby socks and colorful panties, meeting Chris’ gaze for a moment, “Pants.” Since that was really the only thing they were still wearing besides their underwear.

The two males both unbuttoned, unzipped and pushed their pants down their legs, Mark sitting down to take his pants off his feet while Chris just stepped on the pants bunched at his heels and lifted his feet. Tossing aside their pants, they both stood back up to reveal boxers.

Chris’ were grey and a little more form fitting due to their sew design than Mark’s, whose were just plain cotton and dark green. She felt her stomach flutter as they were both quite tented - which both excited and scared her.

Chris gestured for Mark to go ahead with the next piece. He could only choose the bra or the panties, and he knew Chris wanted so badly to see his prize, so... “Bra.” Chris frowned at him but let it slide. He’d get to see her in another few moments anyways.

She sighed and reached behind her hesitantly, her fingers fumbling with the clasp at first but she eventually got it. While she was embarrassed to finally actually be showing what she considered some of her private parts, she really had nothing much to speak of. At least as far as she was concerned.

The two males were practically holding their breath, and it was not a wasted effort. Her breasts, while not much to speak of, were golden to their standards. Small mounds, just less than a hand full, with perky little nipples that stiffened when they hit the cool air. Mark enjoyed the sight because he knew he’d get to torture those little nipples later. Chris loved her breasts because the areola and her nipples were the same color as her skin. Such perfect soft curves that appeared tipped, not nippled at the center. He couldn’t wait to touch and suck on them.

She lowered the bra down her arms and, looking at the pile of clothes on the recliner, tosses the bra over there. She looked down at her body and saw her breasts and flat belly ... then the only other clothes she wore ... her panties. She looked at the two and gulped. Now was it “Uh ... ahem...”

Chris and Mark both grinned at her nervousness.

“Uhmm ... your ... boxers.”

They both gripped their thumbs into the waistbands of their boxers and manuevered the waistband around their members before sliding them down their legs and stepping out of them. Jennifer gasped when they came into view. It was the first time she had ever really seen one that wasn’t on a computer or in a Sex Ed textbook.

Both men’s dicks were pointing straight out and they seem to not move for a few moments as if posing. They knew she wasn’t very experienced and that this was likely the first time ever seeing a man’s privates. As far as men and their dick’s go, the two were just a bit above par.

Both had roughly about six to six-and-a-half inches. She had an epiphany then that it wasn’t really the length so much as the girth that scared her. They were both just long enough around that she might only just touch fingertips if she gripped it.

As curious as well as frightened that she might have been, her focus was broken when Mark nodded with his head “The panties.”

She blinked and looked up at Mark then down at her panties. She seem to just stare at them for longer then was needed and Mark was sooooo hoping that she was considering disobeying them so he could hurt her. So far she had done everything she was told so he really hadn’t gotten to do anything to her.

He would get his time tonight after Chris was done with her and went to bed, but damnit that felt like such a long time from now. He agreed to even not fuck her until Chris had properly broken her in. They wanted her to remain healthy if not even desperate to stay, but he was firmly under the belief that he needed to scare her into not running away, not treating her nicely.

She finally hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and hesitated again a moment before quickly pushing them down as if to just get it over with. She stood back up and daintily stepped out of them before picking them up and tossing them with the rest of her clothes. Her mound was slightly pronounced with just a light layer of fuzz barely hiding two lips tight together. She hadn’t yet begun her full swing into puberty but it certainly was starting to show.