Patty By Michael K Smith

READ THIS INTRODUCTION FIRST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well, it’s here; the third chapter in the story. Now, this one is a little different than the previous chapters. I will say now it is about Alex playing one of her erotic little jokes, and it is less romantic than the previous ones. Remember that every one of these chapters is different!!!!!!!!
If you don’t like this one, you may adore the next one, and vice versa. Don’t start hating the entire book because you don’t like one chapter. I will even mention that one of them, not this one, has a short thing involving pee. If this isn’t your thing, skip it over, but it is still a romantic paragraph about accepting the flaws as well as perfections of a person you love. I have warned you!

I own none of this! It belongs to a man named Michael K. Smith, and I have no rights to it except that on his website he gives explicit permission to repost his stories as long as we give him credit for them.. I am simply uploading it because of my deep love for it. For me, it turns other erotic fiction to mindless drabble. If this is your first time reading this book, then I suggest you start with the beginning so you aren’t left behind. It’s you choice, but that’s what I suggest. And now, enjoy:
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Patty
by Michael K. Smith







[From Chapter 5; set in 1971; he’s 16, she’s 15.]



One comfortably warm afternoon in October, I was taking a nap in my room, having exhausted myself with several hours of freestyle practice. There was no one else in the house, so the sound of the front door opening and closing, followed by girlish giggles on the stair, half woke me. Then some part of my brain registered that the giggling was a conversation between two different voices and I came fully awake, though some instinct kept me from moving.

I recognized the other voice as belonging to Patty Jensen, who was also on the swim team and was one of Alex’s best girl friends. Patty was a cute little blonde with large, blue, innocent eyes, a snub nose, and a wide, sensuous mouth filled with very white teeth. Her pale, wavy hair swung against the nape of her neck in a ponytail and she tanned nicely. She was shorter than Alex by a couple of inches but somewhat meatier (my unconsidered opinion before that afternoon); she had been one of the first girls in Alex’s class to buy a bra because she actually needed it.

Yet she was both a popular date and well-liked by the other girls in her group — no small achievement. She seemed to be smitten with the idea of love and sex but was still uneasy about the reality. She also exuded pheromones uncontrollably and the reaction and attention of the boys who wandered within range often bewildered her.

Alex ushered Patty into her room across the hall and gave her door a halfhearted shove; it stood open a foot, but privacy was not something we had ever taken seriously Upstairs. I lay on my bed in my cutoffs, casually eavesdropping, until I picked up the words “bikini” and “sexy.” What in the world was going on?

I rose quietly, silently opened my own door, and slipped into the hall. In ordinary circumstances, I wasn’t the Peeping Tom type. I never joined in when my gym class found new ways to intrude in the girls’ locker room. Why should I? I could see all the skin I wanted at home. But this was a different situation and a different girl, and in most ways I was still no different from any other fifteen-year-old boy.

I peered through Alex’s doorjamb to see where the two were. I could watch Alex openly at any time and she wouldn’t mind, but Patty was definitely an “outsider,” even though she had been invited Upstairs. They were sitting crosslegged, side by side on Alex’s brass bed, dumping out the contents of two small shopping bags labeled MALIBU BIKINI SHOP.

I knew that place; even the limbless manikins in the window were exciting! In each bag was a small bundle wrapped in tissue, and each bundle was unwrapped to reveal two remarkably tiny strips of brightly colored cloth.

Patty was smoothing out her new neon-red bikini on the bedspread in front of her. “My dad would kill me if he saw me wearing this at the beach!”

She giggled and lifted the cups of the halter top so they looked like two miniature tents. Without realizing it, she tugged a little at the tips of her bra and compared the result.

Alex’s suit was just as brilliant a shade of cerulean blue, which I knew would contrast electrically with her hair and eyes.

“Well? Let’s try ’em on!” said Alex, scrambling off the bed.

“Here?” Patty looked dubious.

“Of course, ‘here’,” Alex laughed. “You’re going to wear that Do-It-Now suit at the beach in front of thousands of ravenous boys, aren’t you? Don’t you want to know what it really looks like on you first? Especially since they wouldn’t let us try them on at the store?” She was already unzipping her jeans.

“I have a full-length mirror in my room at home,” Patty pointed out.

“Uh-huh. And what was it you just said about your father? Besides, we need to help each other adjust the fit, for maximum effect!” Her voice was muffled by the knit top she was pulling off over her head, and then she was standing there in bra and panties, a hand on one hip, waiting for her friend to catch up.

Patty looked up a bit shyly and surveyed the sleekness of Alex’s body. I made a bet with myself that she admired my sister’s trimness — but that she also thought her own breasts would even up the score. If she could work up the nerve to strip.

“Well,. . .” Patty stood up slowly but then began rapidly shucking off her jeans and sweatshirt before she lost momentum. Both girls were facing generally in my direction and I was careful to stand back from the door crack a few inches. Patty seemed momentarily shocked when Alex dropped and stepped out of her panties. I was merely surprised; when had that happened?

My sister’s curly red-brown pubic thatch had been trimmed and regimented. Her crotch was now shaved bare at the sides and she was completely naked between her legs, obviously so she would only show at the beach what she intended to show. The effect was to make her appear even slimmer than she was, and a bit more vulnerable as well. I liked the effect. Alex stood calmly naked, waiting for Patty to finish undressing — she was giving her encouragement by example, I thought.

Patty dropped her bra and bent over to push down her panties. Her breasts swung out invitingly and I stored the image away as a mental polaroid for the next time I needed a fantasy. She stood up and took a breath.

Little Patty actually had a much nicer body than I had given her credit for. She had some extra flesh but it was smooth and lightly tanned; she was becoming voluptuous, not fat or flabby. I should have realized that anyone who could make the swim team in the first place would be in top physical condition.

The wider flair of her hips made her look like an Earth-mother-in-training and her stomach was flat and muscular. Her legs were proportioned to her lesser height. She wasn’t a natural blonde, though. Her pubic hair was a rich brown mat that entirely concealed her crotch and much of her groin. Her shoulders were broader than Alex’s, and while her breasts were much fuller than my sister’s, her small pink nipples stood up right where they should. She might be a little overbalanced, but there was no sag. I immediately revised my opinion of her looks.

Alex gave her friend’s breasts a grin and a nod of approval. “You have really nice tits, Patty. Not like these. . . .” She cupped and lifted her own pair as Patty blushed at the intimate compliment and then lifted her own breasts. They filled both hands. I knew quite well that my sister was perfectly happy with the shape of her own body; she was just putting Patty at ease.

I also noticed that Patty seemed to follow Alex’s lead in many of her physical movements. I began to suspect that she regarded my sister as a model of gracefulness and poise. (I certainly did.)

Then both girls turned back to the bed and began sorting out their new beach assault weapons. Patty had a rather larger ass than Alex, but it fit right in with the rest of her equipment. Alex got her suit on first.

The bottom part was cut as low in front as she could get away with; if she hadn’t trimmed her pubic hair it would have curled over the hem. The top of the suit was a simple elastic bandeau that went on over her head. She didn’t need straps for support — but Patty certainly did.

Patty’s suit had a halter top with one shoelace-sized string around the back and another behind her neck. The bottom part had string ties at the sides that could gather the suit in from a conservative three-inch-wide band to a very narrow connecting strip. And the narrower the strip, I saw, the lower the suit would ride on her hips.

They each examined themselves in the long mirror and then stepped back and studied each other critically, measuring psychological effect and searching for the smallest flaws. I had to admit it: They were different types, but both girls were sexy and beautiful. I had personal preferences, but I could also think of a dozen guys just in my home room who would go to serious lengths for a chance to cuddle up with Patty at the beach.

Patty put her hands out to her sides and shrugged helplessly. “What can I say, Alex? You look terrific!” Alex blushed at her friend’s honest compliment but also managed to look pleased with herself.

“Hey, I just thought of something,” Alex said, and reached up to the top shelf of her closet to pull down a shoebox. When she stretched on tiptoe like that, the bottom of her bikini seemed about to slither down to her ankles. She was going to have to be careful in volleyball games, I thought.

After a moment she dug out the pair of deep green satin shoes I had bought her to go with her country club dress. “I got these as a gift last summer to go with a party dress. I think you were on vacation with your folks.”

She slipped on the shoes and became instantly sexier. High heels are undoubtedly bad for a woman’s feet, but they can sure do wonders for the long curves of her legs.

Alex put her hands on her hips and thrust out her chest. She began strutting across the room, swinging her ass and pointing her toes with each step. Patty was laughing in delight and clapping.

“That’s great, Alex, really! You ought to enter a beauty contest some day — you got the moves down perfect!”

I was smiling, too.