Tanner stood up in disbelief and waited for the incredibly stunning girl to surface from the rippling pond; his mind was riding backseat to his overwhelmed emotions as he longed for any contact at all from her. When Britta surfaced, Tanner’s face was split by an enormous, white smile; the white of his smile was soon overcome by the red color of his cheeks as he noticed the direction of her stare…she was looking directly at his growing erection.
“The water looks great!”, he called back to her, stalling. Then it came, and he somehow knew it would, “…you're gonna have to fulfill some requirements. One of them is skinny dipping.” He stared at her perfect breasts, visible, just below the clear pond water; Tanner’s body betrayed him by making his erection harder than it had ever been.
The young virgin was a good swimmer and decided to go with the old saying, ‘nothing ventured, nothing gained’. “Okay, Britta, I’m coming in!”, he called, nervously. He pulled the white polo over his head and exposed a slender, yet finely muscled torso, that was also well tanned; Tanner had never belonged to a gym or owned any workout equipment…his muscled were all from working around the yard and doing chores. Now came the moment of truth…no female had ever seen him naked, well, as an adult. How strange it was that he felt so embarrassed to expose his naked body to this girl. He knew he was impressive down below…Keith had told him so and he had measured himself against Keith. He had also seen other boys in school. So, what was he so nervous about? Okay…nervous or not, he had to do something.
Tanner pulled his cargo shorts and boxer briefs down in one jerking motion and stepped out of them as he heard and felt the slap of his turgid penis against his flat abs. “GERONIMOOOOOOOOOOOO!”, he yelled as he ran and dived into the water. Coming up behind Britta, he tapped her on the shoulder, “You’re right, the water is wonderful!”, he exclaimed, looking in her eyes and trying not to glance down at her breasts…too often. As a matter of fact, her breasts were like a third person to Tanner; he was trying to be nonchalant and still stand close, but far enough back from her not to bump into her breasts.