Seven Nights A'Dippin'

"Gotta say, this feels nice," she said.

"Yeah, it does," I said. To be honest, I hadn't expected it to be much different from regular swimming. But the feel of freedom, the way the water flowed over my cock and balls...yeah, it was different. "I had no idea."

"If I could get over the thought of people seeing my skinny, little girl body, I might even want to do this again."

I hadn't realized Eve had any body image issue. Granted, she didn't flaunt her body like Becky, but I thought she looked great. Slim body, small but nice breasts, great smile.

"I don't think anyone thinks that when they see you," I said. "You're very attractive."

Eve appeared to blush but gave me a dismissive frown. "No, I'm not. I'm a stick."

Ugh. I didn't want to go down this path with her. It made me very uncomfortable, but I understood. I, too, judged myself against other guys and often felt myself lacking. Not tall, not buff, not tanned...whatever.

"Not fat doesn't mean you're a stick," I said, hoping that was a safe way to approach it. "Trust me, you're not just attractive. You're beautiful."

Her eyes flashed up at me, expression unreadable. "No one's ever said that."

I'm sure that wasn't true, but her parents probably didn't count. Had no one ever really said that before?

I shrugged. "I guess I'm just the first to state the obvious, then."

Eve cracked a smile, then splashed me in the face before kicking back and swimming away from me. As I wiped the water from my eyes, I caught just a fleeting glimpse of her breasts before she plunged back into the water. Apparently, she'd eased up about the chance of getting caught if she was making that much noise.

I swam vaguely in Eve's direction and she circled around to where I'd set up my phone on its tripod.

"Ready to get this done?"

I shrugged. Honestly, I was enjoying myself and in no hurry, but I didn't want to press my luck and get caught, either. "Sure. Sticking to the plan?"

She nodded.

"I guess there's no getting around this," she said, backing up to the side of the pool and reaching back. "Just try not to stare."

Eve met my eyes and then hoisted herself up to a sitting position on the side of the pool. She was truly beautiful, particularly in the dim blue lights with water running down her body. And her breasts -- yes, her bare breasts, for the first time -- small and perfect. They were just large enough to curve underneath and were topped with surprisingly large, puffy areolas. I looked but didn't gawk.

She kept her legs together, but I still caught a brief glimpse of dark hair. I suspected it was a trimmed strip, since there wasn't much in evidence.

I smiled and moved my focus back to her face. "Like I said."

She smiled shyly and rolled her eyes, but didn't splash me. "Whatever. I'm sure you say that to all the naked girls."

I rolled my own eyes back at her. "Yeah, like I see so many of those."

Eve gave me a look that, again, was unreadable. She had a knack for those.

"My turn, I guess," I said.

Somehow, despite her bare body being on full display, I'd managed not to spring a full-blown erection. With Eve having gone first, I couldn't afford to act nervous. I just had to get on with it.

Like Eve, I hopped backward up on the side of the pool into a sitting position, beside her but with a little bit of space. My cock was perfectly conspicuous between my legs and I could tell Eve was looking. I had no idea what she was thinking -- curious, bored, appalled, repulsed? Disappointed? I hadn't been in the cool water quite long enough to have gone full-on shrinkage, so at least that was something for first impressions.

"Hi," Eve said.

I looked at her and she was looking at me, in the eye. She smiled. I smiled.

"Hi."

"We're naked."

I agreed.

"And the world didn't blow up."

"Nope."

We just sat there, grinning like fools. For all the nervous lead-up, I couldn't have been happier. Me and Eve, naked together. In a strictly platonic way, sure, but still...

"Maybe we should take that picture," she said.

"Right. I have to turn it back on."

I got up, aware that my nakedness was a bit more conspicuous now that I was dangling in the cooler night air, and hurried over to my phone. Once it was on and in camera mode, I adjusted it to frame Eve with the gap that I would fill. In the screen, I could see her looking back at me. Okay, fair is fair -- I was just as curious to see her body.

"Okay, ready," I said, walking back to the side of the pool, no longer particularly concerned about her checking me out. For her part, she kept her eyes up before looking away as I sat beside her.

She said, "So, now what?"

"Just say 'smile,'" I said, and even as the word left my mouth I heard my phone's shutter sound.

Eve laughed. "Smile!" The phone clicked again. "Easy."

"Yup."

"Let's see what you got," she said, getting up.

I hurried to follow, getting a nice look at her cute butt in the process. I scooped up my phone and opened the gallery to look at the two shots. They were predictably dark, but it had done a decent enough job to make it clear it was the two of us and that we were, yes, naked. Only our butt cracks showed with our backs to the camera, but that was enough. With the pool lighting behind us, it was actually a pretty cool picture.

"Nice," Eve said. "I like it."

"Just have to do some editing and send it off to get credit."

"Nah. I don't think we need to edit that one," she said. "I won't lose any sleep over a little crack showing. If you don't mind, anyway."

I shrugged. "Okay with me. Makes this a lot easier."

I made sure the photo had the proper time and georosa-blanca.ru attached. Eve, watching on, was now brushing up against my arm with the side of her breast. That got my attention, though I did my best not to glance down at her hard nipple.

I sent the picture off to Max and turned off my phone. I felt my cock begin to swell in response to Eve's close contact, which got me very nervous that it would offend her, so I stepped toward my towel to keep my back to her while I took my time dislodging the phone from the tripod.

Eve said, "Much as I'm tempted to swim some more, we probably shouldn't press our luck."

I glanced back, noting she was doing nothing to hide her full nakedness from me as she walked over. Damn, she was cute. It did nothing to slow my growing problem.

"Yeah, you're probably right," I said.

Phone set aside, I snatched up my towel and began drying, doing my best to keep myself covered without acting like I was doing it intentionally. I doubted my acting skills were very convincing, but she didn't say anything. I kept my focus on getting dry and dressed while she did the same the same. By the time I had my shorts on and glanced her way, Eve had her bottoms on and was already tying her top. No more show until tomorrow, though she did look very cute in that bikini.

We double-checked to be sure we hadn't left any incriminating evidence, then snuck back out the way we came. The neighborhood was just as quiet as it had been on the way in and we walked the block back to my garage.

"One down, six to go," Eve said. "Thanks again for doing this with me."

"No problem. It's been fun so far."

"Fingers crossed the rest can be so easy."

"Yeah, well..."

Eve nodded, knowing it would only get trickier. "Talk to ya tomorrow?"

I'd kinda hoped she would want to hang out and talk, but it was getting late and we both had summer jobs. At least I had tomorrow night to look forward to.

"Tomorrow."

#

Night 2 (Vs. the Killer)

We'd texted back throughout the day and agreed to try one of the more potentially challenging targets, keeping the easier ones for fallbacks. With six pools and six nights, we couldn't afford to skip any. Picking the order was all the choice we had going for us.

We also weren't in a competitive position to skip because team Becky had already pulled off their second day. According to Chuck, he'd come up with a clever idea that had worked...once, at least. He wouldn't tell me what it was, though. Bastard.

Eve figured Becky's house would be the toughest, simply because her friend's competitive streak would lead her to watch it as much as possible. For that reason, we made it our primary target for the night if we thought we could hit it.

Becky's backed up a sparser bit of woods, so at eleven o'clock it was easy enough for us to sneak up on it from behind without being seen. Before we even got there, though, we could tell it was a no-go. Becky and Chuck were out back, swimming, and every light imaginable was turned on. It was bright enough to be a movie set.

"Plan B?" Eve sounded frustrated at the set-back.

"You bring the treats?"

Eve uncovered a plastic baggie she'd wrapped in her towel. "Better. Bacon."

I smiled. "Onward."

Plan B was a house in the middle of the Bear Creek loop, meaning it had neighbors on both sides as well as behind, each separated by privacy fences. Only one neighbor's house was two stories and would have a view in, but thankfully it looked dark as we closed in. The owner's house had a couple of dim lights on, barely visible through the curtains. Occupied, but hopefully in bed.

Here was the catch -- my scouting report confirmed they were the owners and regular walkers of Killer -- a mutt of no more than thirty pounds. The name was clearly a joke, but I knew it liked to bark and it was kept outdoors. We wouldn't be able to sneak in without waking it, which would bring the owners and it'd be game over. Hence, bacon. A happy dog would, hopefully, be a quiet dog. If not, we were in trouble.

With the coast clear out front, we snuck around the side of the house and took cover in the near total darkness over there. I'd half expected the dog to already be on our scent and barking like mad. Instead, it was quiet. I peered through the gaps in the fence and saw almost nothing. Unlike the pool last night, this one's lights were off, and there were no other backyard lights on here or in any adjacent neighbor's yard. It was great cover but creepy.

"I don't really want to go in without knowing where the dog is," I said.

I think Eve nodded in the dark, but I couldn't be sure. I just heard her open up the baggie. She whistled softly and almost immediately we heard the jangle of dog rosa-blanca.ru from the yard. No barking, amazingly.

She had to whistle yet again to get the dog's full attention, and it predictably barked at us as it ran full tilt toward the fence. I fought the urge to just bail, thinking this would be impossible to pull off, but Eve grabbed my arm and pressed up against the fence. A moment later, the barking stopped and I could hear the dog sniffing.

"Hey guy," Eve whispered. "I bet a big boy like you likes bacon. Right? Want a taste?"

While Eve won the favor of Killer, I focused on their backyard for any change in lights or noises that could indicate the owners were checking on what had riled the dog. Nothing happened, though, and I figured they were probably so used to the odd bark that they couldn't be bothered unless the dog wouldn't shut up.

"Yup, we have a bacon lover," Eve said.

With my eyes adjusted somewhat to the dark, I could see her reaching in through the gap by the fence gate and petting Killer. Good sign. I just hoped she'd brought enough bacon.

"Undress here," she said. "That way, if we have to bail, we can just grab it on the way out. And don't forget your phone."

I'd been nervous last night, but for a totally different reason. Tonight, we were under considerably greater risk of getting caught and the dog was still a wild card. Eve seemed confident, though, or was so hell-bent on winning this contest that she wouldn't risk missing a night. I could barely make her out, but it was obvious she'd already shed her t-shirt and was working on her bikini.

I stripped out of my clothes, concern about my nakedness and interest in Eve the last thing on my mind. I rolled it all up in my towel and then made certain I had my phone attached to the tripod. I risked a quick turn on to ensure the flash was set along with the voice trigger on the shutter release.

"Good?" Eve asked, brushing up against my arm.

"Yeah."

"Here goes nothing." Eve eased the gate door open with minimal squeaking. Thankfully, with another bite of bacon in its mouth, Killer happily let us in without making any more noise than soft chewy and the rhythmic sway of his tail. Eve bent down and scratched him beneath the chin while I softly closed the gate behind us.

I surveyed the pool area and it was damn dark. I saw a lawn chair not far from the pool that looked promising, so I affixed the flexible legs of the tripod to it and did my best to make sure the phone was pointed in the right direction.

I turned to let Eve know I was ready, but she was already climbing down a ladder into the pool. Killer waited patiently by the edge for her. Nice. As soon as she was clear, I followed suit.

From the back, the house had the same couple dim, obscured lights. Possibly something in the kitchen and an upstairs room. No sign of anyone coming or watching, though.

"Same picture as last night?" Eve asked, having snuck up on me so quietly I started in surprise.

"Yeah. And quick, before my phone times out."

We both climbed up on the side, backs to the camera, and almost immediately Killer was trying to squeeze in between us. I couldn't help but smile and Eve wrapped an arm around him. Shame she wasn't doing that to me. If it kept him quiet, though, who was I to complain?

I triggered the voice shutter and the flash was disturbingly bright. Killer didn't seem to even notice, thankfully, and I didn't want to risk more shots than necessary. I hopped up and quickly pulled up the picture. Far brighter and more explicit shot of our backsides than last night thanks to the flash, but it was all we needed. Killer's backside and tail was a nice touch.

"Done," I said.

By the time I had the tripod off the chair, Eve was heading around to the gate with Killer at her heels. She fed him the last of the bacon and gave him another neck rub. "Such a good boy. I bet you want to come with us tomorrow night, huh? You'll have to ask Rand."

I shook my head. "We'll see."

Eve chuckled softly and then closed the gate, having to use a hand to keep Killer from following us. We fumbled in the dark to find our clothes, but soon we were dressed and back in the neighborhood, headed to the garage.

"Two for two," Eve said, offering a fist bump which I returned.

"Got lucky, but I'll take it."

Again, Eve left after we got the photo sent off to Max. I was bummed we had been so rushed and that I hadn't gotten much chance to see her naked again. There would be more nights to come, surely, and hopefully at least one would give us a chance to just hang out and enjoy the experience.

#

Night 3 (Vs. the Witnesses)

I'll admit it -- the third night of our challenge was the worst of my fears realized, but the outcome was nothing I could have imagined.

Eve came over just before eleven and, like the night before, we'd planned on scouting Becky's pool first. Again, Becky and Chuck were outside and the lights were bright. I had a sneaky feeling they'd be using that to their advantage if at all possible. It left us only a few more days to come up with a plan.

In the meantime, we went to one of our fallback options. This was a quiet house a few doors down from Becky's backing up to the woods and with almost no visibility from the neighbors. There were two cars parked in the driveway and a few indoor lights were on, but otherwise it was quiet. We peeked into the backyard over the fence and found their pool had dim lights and there were no other outdoor lights on. It made for good cover, albeit a bit more challenging for us to see where we were going.

We were both still nervous as there was that perpetual risk of getting caught. Occupied houses had a way of doing that to trespassing skinny dippers. The actual getting-naked-in-front-of-a-friend part was no longer the foremost concern in our minds. Well, not mine, anyway. I think the same was true for Eve.

After passing through the gate, we were faced with a heavily landscaped backyard. There were huge bushes and vines and such everywhere. A patio was half obscured by vines and a gazebo in the back corner of the yard was similarly overgrown. It probably looked gorgeous in the daylight, especially if the vines were of the blooming variety.

"Ready?" Eve whispered.

"Yup."

Before I'd even responded, she was undressing. I quickly followed suit, stuffed my phone in its tripod, and joined her by the pool edge. We both peered around once more, focusing in particular on the back windows, but there was no sign of anyone awake. I set my phone on a small table about ten feet away from the pool and made sure it was aimed at the edge where we could hop up and do our now-regular bare backside proof shot.

I finished just in time to catch a glimpse of Eve's cute butt before it vanished under the surface. I slipped into the water quietly just behind her. It was a nice evening and, perhaps by unspoken agreement, we just swam around for a bit, enjoying the freedom of skinny dipping.

Eve pulled up along the side over by the gazebo and rested her elbows on the side. I joined her, leaving just enough space between us to be decent, and she gave me a playful nudge with her elbow.

"I didn't talk to Chuck today," I said. "Did you hear if they got their photo?"

"Yeah," Eve said, letting a hint of irritation seep in. "And I found out how they did it, too. Apparently, they concocted some story about representing a charity that raises money to clothe the poor in various third world countries after natural disasters or some such. Anyway, they claim that they're doing a fundraiser where sponsors have offered so much money per picture they can get with both them and other people in just their underwear. Sort of a cross between sponsoring lap walkers and a political statement of solidarity."

"And people are buying that?"

"At least one did. I don't know how they can do it with a straight face, but..."

"Wow. I'll give them marks for creativity."

"Yeah, well. I guess they had to come up with something to convince others to go along with it."

I nodded. "Wonder how many suckers there are in the neighborhood."

Something caught my attention in the gazebo. It was pitch black over there, between the dark night and vines growing up the sides. Maybe it was just a bug -- there were plenty of those chirping happily away -- but I was sure I'd heard something. And the hairs on the back of my neck said someone or something was watching us.

Eve must have sensed my concern. "What?" she whispered.

Someone coughed politely, clearly letting us know they were in the gazebo and aware of our presence. My heart started pounding a thousand miles an hour. They knew we were there, trespassing, and had seen both of us naked. And we were as far away from our stuff as we could possibly be.

"We were wondering why you were here," a man's voice said. I could hear him standing and caught just a hint of shadow moving against shadow. "So, this is for a dare or something?"

He didn't sound upset. Amused, really, if I had to describe it. That made me slightly less petrified.

"Sorry," Eve said. "We're so sorry. Didn't mean for anyone to see us. But, uh, yeah, it's part of a dare."

The guy stepped out from the shadow of the gazebo and into the only slightly brighter apron of the pavement surrounding the pool. He was maybe in his early thirties, average figure, and completely naked. A moment later, a woman of similar age, joined him. She, too, was naked, and had a curvy figure with full breasts. Both held half empty wine glasses and neither seemed particularly bothered to be standing in front of us in all their moonlit glory, such as it was.