Three Scenes

Author's Note: The following three scenes are not intended to be part of a larger story. I apologize if the last one, in particular, ends abruptly. The point of this exercise was to invent a scene and then write about it in three different ways, to demonstrate varying levels and styles of eroticism, as well as to play with perspective and the reader's expectations. My hope is that you will be able to enjoy it in this way.

Scene 1: Chaste



Carly was only 12. But she was growing every day. Compared to her friends, she wasn't getting the kind of attention from boys that she had hoped for. She had been growing up, but she had yet to grow out. Still, it was only a matter of time. That's what she kept telling herself. That's why she had bought a bikini when her friends had all gone out shopping for this summer's fashions the other day. But she was nervous about wearing it. So, she decided to try it out in her parents' backyard pool first, before wearing it in front of anyone else. Her mother was inside doing chores, her little brother at a friend's house for the afternoon, and her dad at work. It was the perfect opportunity.



She stepped through the sliding glass door onto the back patio, still modestly wrapped in a rather large beach towel. She could feel her nerves tingling. She was excited, but still reluctant to unwrap the towel. So she walked over to the pool, still protected by her cotton armor. Dipping her toes in the water, she discovered it a pleasant temperature. "Alright, this is it," she told herself. "No point if I can't even do it on my own." She unwrapped the towel and let it drop to her feet.



Naturally, she felt quite naked, with the majority of her skin exposed. She thought to herself, "I may as well be in my underwear! How am I ever gonna wear this around boys?" She had to admit, despite her feelings of inferiority, the bikini did do a good job of accentuating what little development she had to show off. "Just wait till I grow into it a little more!" With this renewed vigor, she dove into the pool for a swim. She couldn't help noticing the tactile improvement of having less on her body while moving through the water. "I could get used to this!"



After a good long swim, Carly climbed out of the pool quite confidently. At this point, she had practically forgotten how little was covering her body. But the cool air on her damp skin quickly reminded her. She retreated to her towel for comfort, but wasn't finished drying herself off when her brother, having just arrived home, stepped out onto the patio. With a mocking tone, he shouted out, "Carly's wearing a bikini! She's half naked!" Carly gave him a mean look. "It's not my fault if you don't appreciate my keen fashion sense." And with that, she stuck her tongue out at him; he returned the affection and scampered back inside.



With newfound determination, Carly reassured herself. "I don't care how developed the other girls are; if I wear this to the pool, the boys won't be able to help themselves!" And so she returned inside, her towel draped casually over her head and shoulders.