The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over Amy’s backyard pool. Laughter echoed from the water as Amy and her three friends—Sarah, Jess, and Mia—splashed around, their voices carrying a playful edge. Gina sat on the edge of a lounge chair, her jeans and T-shirt suddenly out of place. She fiddled with the hem of her shirt, watching the others with a mix of envy and nervousness. The air smelled of chlorine and sunscreen, and the distant hum of neighborhood lawnmowers reminded her how open this space was—no tall fence, just a low hedge that did little to shield them from prying eyes.

Gina’s cheeks flushed as she realized her mistake. Everyone else had come prepared, stripping off their outer clothes earlier to reveal colorful bikinis that hugged their bodies. Amy’s red two-piece accentuated her confident curves, while Sarah’s black one gleamed wet from the pool. Gina hadn’t even thought about swimwear; she’d just shown up like it was a casual hangout. Now, as the girls floated and chatted, she felt the weight of their occasional glances.

“Hey, Gina! Why aren’t you in here with us?” Amy called from the shallow end, her voice laced with mock innocence. She treaded water, her dark hair slicked back, eyes sparkling with that familiar glint Gina had learned to recognize too late.

Gina shifted on the chair, her heart picking up speed. “I ... I didn’t bring a bikini,” she admitted, her voice soft, barely audible over the splashes. She looked down at her lap, wishing the ground would swallow her. Stupid, she thought. Of course, it was a pool party. Why hadn’t she checked?

Amy exchanged a quick look with the others, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Come on, it’s not a big deal. Just go in your underwear, Gina. We’re all friends here.” Her tone was encouraging, but Gina caught the underlying tease, the way Amy’s friends stifled giggles.

Gina hesitated, her fingers trembling as they gripped the button of her shorts. The backyard felt exposed under the afternoon light—neighbors could be gardening or walking dogs, and the thought sent a shiver through her despite the heat. But the girls were watching, their expectant faces making her feel even smaller.

“Okay ... I guess,” she mumbled, standing up slowly.

She unbuttoned her shorts first, the denim sliding down her long, toned legs with a soft rasp. The fabric pooled at her ankles, and she stepped out of them, kicking them aside onto the chair. Her plain white panties came into view, simple cotton that clung slightly to her skin from the humidity.

They rode up just enough to outline the curve of her ass, and Gina’s face burned as she crossed her arms over her chest. The air brushed against her bare thighs, cool and intrusive, making her hyper-aware of every inch of skin now on display. She wasn’t athletic like the others, but her legs were smooth and firm from casual walks, and she knew they drew eyes—though usually not like this.

“Looking good, Gina!” Jess called from the pool, her voice dripping with feigned admiration.

Mia laughed, adding, “Yeah, don’t be shy. Jump in!”

But Gina felt their stares like pinpricks, lingering on her exposed lower half. Her panties felt too thin, too revealing under the sunlight, and a flutter of something naughty twisted in her stomach—embarrassment mixed with an unwelcome thrill.

Amy swam closer to the edge, resting her arms on the tile. “See? No one’s judging. Now lose the shirt. You can’t swim fully dressed.” Her command was casual, but it carried that pushy edge, the one that always made Gina comply without thinking.

Gina’s hands shook as she gripped the bottom of her t-shirt. The girls’ encouragement rang in her ears, “Come on, it’s fine!” from Sarah, another giggle from Jess.

She pulled the shirt up slowly, the fabric dragging over her tight tummy, revealing the soft plane of her abdomen, smooth and untouched by the sun. Higher it went, past her ribs, until her perky D-cup breasts bounced free, encased in the matching plain white bra. The cups strained slightly against their fullness, the lace edges unadorned and straightforward, but they did little to hide the way her nipples hardened from the sudden exposure to the breeze.

She dropped the shirt beside her shorts, standing there in just her underwear, arms instinctively trying to cover herself. Her skin prickled with goosebumps, the sun warming her midriff while the pool’s ripples mocked her vulnerability. Gina’s mind raced. What if someone sees? The neighbors’ houses loomed just beyond the hedge, windows glinting. But the girls’ cheers pulled her back, their teasing voices blending into a chorus that made her pulse throb.

“Wow, Gina, those tits are killer!” Amy said, her eyes raking over Gina’s body without shame. “You’re holding out on us. Get in the water before you burn.”

The others nodded, splashing water toward her as if to hurry her along, but Gina caught the way Amy’s gaze lingered, satisfied, like she’d orchestrated the perfect prank.

Gina’s breath came in shallow gasps, her body tingling from the exposure. The white fabric of her bra and panties felt stark against her flushed skin, almost transparent in her imagination. She took a tentative step toward the pool, the concrete rough under her bare feet, every movement making her breasts shift and her ass clench. The humiliation burned hot in her chest, but beneath it, a confusing warmth spread low in her belly, urging her closer to the edge. Amy watched with that predatory smile.

Gina was shy at first, but once she jumped into the pool, she felt much more comfortable. Soon enough, Gina was splashing around and laughing with the girls. Her laughter subsided, however, when she realized that her soaking underwear was now completely see-through. Her bubble butt was now in plain view. The fabric was clinging to her perfectly bald slit, and her pink nipples were also making an appearance. She jumped out of the pool quickly.

Gina’s eyes widened as she looked down at her body, now completely exposed. Her skin, once hidden, was on full display, and the cool breeze caressed her nakedness, sending shivers down her spine. She stood there, motionless, feeling vulnerable and excited at the same time. The girls’ eyes roamed over her, taking in every inch of her body, and Gina could feel their gaze like a physical touch.

“You look ... different,” Amy said, her voice carrying a hint of surprise and admiration. “I’ve never seen you like this before. It’s quite the sight.”

Gina’s cheeks flushed, a mix of embarrassment and arousal. She felt her nipples harden further, the pink peaks standing tall, and her breath caught in her throat. The cool air against her sensitive skin sent waves of pleasure-pain, and she bit her lip, unsure of how to react.

“You’re blushing, Gina. It’s adorable,” Jess giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I think we’ve got a little exhibitionist on our hands.”

Gina’s heart raced, and she felt a rush of heat spread through her body. The idea of being an exhibitionist, of showing off her body, had never crossed her mind, but now, in this moment, it felt thrilling. She took a small step forward, her bare feet leaving prints on the concrete, and the girls’ eyes followed her movement, their gazes intense and hungry.

“You know, Gina,” Amy said, her voice low and seductive, “you don’t have to be shy anymore. We’re all friends here, and we want to see more.”

Gina’s breath hitched. She wanted to please Amy, to be accepted by this group, and the thought of being desired by them was intoxicating. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then, with a determined expression, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. The straps fell, and the white lace cupped her breasts, now free and unconstrained.

“Oh my,” Mia whispered, her voice filled with awe. “Look at those beauties. So full, so perfect.”

Gina’s hands trembled as she slowly brought them to her sides, letting her arms fall to her sides, revealing her naked body in its entirety. Her breasts swayed slightly, the weight of them pulling her forward, and her nipples, now fully erect, begged for attention. Her stomach, tight and toned, led down to a triangle of dark hair, a contrast to her pale skin.

“You’re so beautiful, Gina,” Amy said, her voice thick with desire.

Gina’s legs felt weak, and she took another step, this time closer to Amy. She could feel the girls’ eyes on her ass, on her curves, and the knowledge of their attention fueled her confidence. She wanted to give them a show, to prove she was more than just a shy girl.

“What now?” Gina asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “What do you want me to do?”

Amy smiled, a predatory smile that sent a shiver down Gina’s spine. “Well, Gina, I think you know what comes next. We’ve seen your front, now it’s time for the back.”

Gina’s heart pounded. She knew what Amy wanted, and the thought of bending over, of exposing her ass and pussy, made her stomach clench with a mix of fear and anticipation. But she wanted to please, to be part of this game, so she took a deep breath and slowly turned around.

As she presented her back to the girls, she felt their eyes roam over her ass, the firm cheeks now on full display. The white fabric of her panties, once soaked, clung to her skin, outlining her slit and the delicate pussy lips of her groin. Gina’s breath caught as she realized her most intimate parts were on show, and a rush of moisture gathered between her legs.

“Oh, Gina,” Amy purred, her voice filled with satisfaction. “You’re so fucking hot. I could watch you like this all day.”

Gina’s knees weakened, and she felt a surge of desire course through her body. She wanted Amy’s approval. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her pool-soaked panties, the thin fabric clinging stubbornly to her hips. She tugged them down inch by inch, feeling the chilly air rush against her exposed pussy as the material peeled away.

The wet cotton slid over her ass cheeks, revealing the smooth curve of her backside and the soft pussy lips between her thighs. A trickle of water from the pool mixed with her growing arousal, making her skin slick and sensitive. She stepped out of the panties, kicking them aside with her bare foot, her heart thumping wildly in her chest. Now fully naked, every part of her body tingled under the girls’ stares—the perky swell of her D-cup breasts, the flat plane of her tight tummy, the baldness of her slit that did little to hide her vulnerability.

Amy’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she scooped up Gina’s discarded bra, panties, shorts, and shirt from the poolside deck. “You just wait right here while I take your clothes to the dryer,” Amy said, her tone casual, almost caring, as she walked toward the house.

The door clicked shut behind her, leaving Gina standing there alone, utterly bare under the late afternoon sun. The breeze whispered over her skin, hardening her nipples into tight peaks and sending a shiver through her core. She felt so silly, so exposed in front of her friends—again. Her arms instinctively crossed over her chest, one hand dropping to shield her pussy, but it only heightened the humiliation, her fingers brushing against the damp warmth there.

Gina stared at the ground, cheeks burning, willing herself to disappear into the concrete. The other girls—Jess, Mia, and a couple more from the party—watched from the pool, their splashes quieting as they took in the sight.

“Hey, Gina! Come back in!” Jess called, her voice laced with teasing laughter. “You’re already naked—what’s the use in drying off now? Jump in and play with us!”

Gina’s mind raced. ‘Well ... I mean ... I guess that makes sense,’ she thought, her gullible nature kicking in despite the knot of embarrassment in her stomach.

The water looked inviting, a way to hide her body, even if just a little. She hesitated, glancing toward the house where Amy had vanished, then slowly uncovered herself. Her hands fell to her sides, breasts bouncing slightly with the movement, and she padded toward the pool’s edge. The girls’ eyes followed her every step, whispers and giggles rippling through them like waves.

“Look at her go,” Mia murmured, not bothering to lower her voice. “So shy, but she does it anyway. Bet she loves the attention deep down.”

Gina’s face flamed hotter, but she couldn’t deny the strange thrill twisting in her gut—the mix of shame and excitement that made her thighs press together. She eased into the water from the shallow end, the cool liquid lapping at her calves, then thighs, finally enveloping her waist. It felt more sensitive now, every ripple caressing her bare skin like a lover’s touch.

She sank lower, up to her neck, arms hugging her chest as she stayed close to the side, trying to cover her breasts and the curve of her hips with crossed limbs. The water soothed her flushed skin but did nothing to ease the pounding of her heart or the way her pussy throbbed faintly from the exposure.

The girls resumed their splashing, tossing glances her way as their bikinis vibrated against the blue water. Gina forced a smile, laughing nervously as droplets hit her face. ‘This isn’t so bad,’ she thought, though her body screamed otherwise—every brush of water against her nipples felt electric, heightening her awareness of her nakedness amid their clothed forms.

Minutes later, the back door swung open, and Amy sauntered out, an inflated beach ball tucked under her arm. Her bikini top strained against her chest as she grinned at the group. “Who’s up for some ball?” she announced, tossing it into the pool with a splash.

The girls cheered, batting it around in lazy volleys. Gina joined tentatively, her hands emerging from the water to tap the ball, careful not to let too much of herself show.

But after a few minutes, Amy swung hard—too hard—and the ball sailed out of the pool, bouncing across the grass toward the far edge of the yard. It rolled near the fence, perilously close to the neighbor’s view.

“Oops!” Amy exclaimed, her innocent tone not quite hiding the smirk. “Gina, could you get the ball for us? You’re the closest.”

Gina froze in the water, her eyes widening. “But Amy!” she whispered urgently, glancing at the others. “I’m ... naked! Everyone can see me!”

Amy pouted, feigning disappointment. “Well, you are the closest, and you’re a guest at my house. I’m drying your clothes that you got wet, remember? But fine, I guess I’ll get it.” She started to climb out, but Gina’s voice stopped her.

“I’ll get it,” Gina sighed, the words tasting like defeat.

After all, Amy was helping her so much, taking care of her clothes, inviting her to the party. She couldn’t let her down. Pushing through the emotional tangle of obligation and dread, Gina turned toward the ladder. Her pulse quickened as she gripped the metal rungs, water streaming off her body in rivulets that traced her curves.