NAKED GAMES Before we moved to the townhouses, we lived in an apartment complex. I was there all through elementary school. Separating the 'B' building from the 'C' building was a big courtyard, in the center of which were three giant rocks. We called them the 'boulders'. Over in the 'C' building lived a mother and her two daughters, the same ages as myself and Howard. They adored us and would, in the summer, wake up very early and lie on the boulders in the sun until Howard and I showed up. Rita was the one my age and her sister Anne was three years younger. Anne was the bolder one and it was she who pulled her shorts down one day on the rock to show us her 'seesee'. That was our first glimpse of that odd, neat cleft, but we knew we wanted to see more. One day some older boys(seventh-graders maybe) came over and brought the four of us to the storage room(there was one in each building. No ventilation and only a single bare bulb. That room became a sauna in those humid Pennsylvania summers.) "All of you, get naked. You two first." They did, and stretched out on some cardboard next to each other, touching. "Now you." We did and stood there. "You're gonna have to get boners if you want to hump them... Nah, try it anyway. Lie down on top." One of the older boys was masturbating behind a box. We lay down on the girls, squishing ourselves against them. "Now put it in." We tried, but they kept slipping out. I wondered how anyone ever 'humped'. I reached down and tried rubbing the head in that smooth cleft, hoping to find a clue. "Wait," said Rita, and she spit in her hand and rubbed some into herself. "Now do what you were doing. I'm gonna get the good feeling." Anne looked over and spit in her hand as well. She rubbed the drool into herself but also around Howard. Rita, seeing the effect that had on my brother, did the same with me. "Watch," said Rita, sliding a finger in and out of her mouth, "you're up too high. Watch." She poked it in and it disappeared up to a knuckle. "Wow," said a seventh grader. So she guided it in and I didn't move, not wanting to lose this place. "They're humping." More like sleeping, only we happened to be connected. "Someone's coming. Shit. Get dressed." After this, naked games became a regular part of our routine: Howard and I, over at the girls' apartment, while their mother was at work and their grandmother slept. Often, we would sit on the couch and watch them. First, Rita would rub naked on Anne until she got the good feeling. Then, they would switch and Anne would be the man. We would sit, also naked, on the couch and they would watch, trying to remember what gave us boners. Boners were important because then they could come over to the couch and straddle us or lick us. They especially liked licking us because, as the rules of naked games go, you are then obliged to reciprocate. We did, sometimes adding ice cream or honey, sometimes the eraser end of pencils, or fingers. They always got the best feelings when either we were licking them like ice cream cones or they themselves were. The best was the one day we discovered that there was a guy in our building that read lots of dirty magazines. Instead of tossing them in the dumpster he would tie them in neat bundles and set them on the concrete there. We had a field day with them. They were all pretty hardcore and explicit, much dirtier than the Playboys we would buy for our 'uncle'. The older boys would read them with us down at the creek, checking us often for boners. My favorite was this one that showed all the girls tied up in an assortment of ridiculous poses. We showed this one to Rita and Anne and the next thing we knew we were all stealing twine and Scotch tape from the local Seven-Eleven. Anne liked being tied up the most. Her favorite was if we had lots and lots of twine, and criss-crossed her body with it, pulling it tight up between her legs so that no matter what or how she moved, it would tighten and scrape her there. Tied like this we would then play with her sister in fromt of her, one of us licking her 'bagina', the other in back playing with her heidyhole. After doing like this for a long time, Anne would be nearly completely exhausted. And then the three of us would attend to her. Between her legs would be very sensitive and tender and only her sister was allowed to touch her there, so we would find some vaseline and take turns behind her. We moved away when I was in seventh grade.