My heart was pounding with excitement as I ran to obey. When I returned, she opened the door to her bedroom, and motioned for me to enter.

"Take off your clothes!"

I was still flushed with emotion, but I was recovering my composure, and as I stripped off my clothing, my eyes were devouring the delectable spectacle of her nudity. Pretty as she was dressed, she was a hundred times prettier naked. How different she looked from those flat chested little girls with their small bottoms* their

bodies, except in one single detail, little different from those of boys! Her full round hips, her narrow waist, her maturely symmetrical legs and thighs, her breasts so big and white, with their luscious carmine nipples. Even as I looked, those luscious strawberry-like tips seemed to be changing in form. They were puffing out, taking on a deeper hue, projecting themselves forward seductively.

And, charm of charms, that fascinating profusion of dark ringlets of hair which formed as true and perfect a triangle at the base of her stomach as though drawn by rule and pen. Plainly visible under the inverted point of the triangle, could be seen the clean-cut incision of her sex as it curved gracefully inward between white, round thighs. Observing my trembling excitation and wide-eyed wonder, she broke into laughter, and throwing her arms about me began to kiss me, exclaiming:

"Haven't you ever seen a woman naked before, darling?"

"Yes.. 1.. that is.. girls…." I answered, my voice trailing off in confusion.

"Girls?" she prompted, "What girls?" "Why., ah.. lots of them, girls in school!" "School girls?" she repeated, in surprise, "What do you mean, darling? Girls don't take off their clothes at school, do they?"

"No, no! After school I mean, in the park,

"You surely don't mean they take off their clothes in places where boys can see them naked, do you?"