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  SWEET LITTLE DAISY MAE

  “My Life As An Exhibitionist”

  By Lexi Cummings

  and

  Steven Vane

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  SWEET LITTLE DAISY MAE

  “My Life as an Exhibitionist”

  Part 1- Discovering my sexual destiny in George’s bottom drawer!

  (The following is a story that will not only titillate but will pull at your heartstrings as well. Daisy Mae Brown grew up on a farm in the Midwest far from the nearest town and the only child of Abner and Kate Brown. She was home schooled and had little contact with people other than their neighbors, the Higgins. Without need for modesty it wasn’t uncommon to find her naked much of the time while playing or doing chores around the farm. When she reached adulthood she moved in with the Higgins family for reasons that she will explain later. This is her story in her own words.)

  Chapter 1- Growing up naked and free.

  The first time that anyone besides my family or the Higgins saw my privates was early on a Saturday morning soon after I came to live with Marge and George Higgins. I lost both of my parents as well as our house in a fire on the night of my eighteenth birthday and the Higgins were nice enough to take me in.

  I was in the living room watching TV wearing only my bedtime t-shirt as usual when there was a knock on the back door. It was the cable man coming to make some repairs, as we were getting bad reception from time to time. Marge let him in through the kitchen and explained the problem before pointing the way to the living room where I was watching TV on the couch.

  I was engrossed in some silly show as usual when he entered the room alone. He was a young man probably around twenty wearing a shirt with the company logo and a pair of blue jeans. I sat in my usual position with my feet up on the couch and my knees pulled up against my chest. My arms were wrapped around my legs as my chin rested on top of my knees. He walked into the room and was standing between me and the TV before he stopped and turned toward me.

  "Hi there............ Oh my!" His eyes were as wide as saucers and a broad grin appeared on his face as he looked down at me.

  I didn't think much about it at the time but, because of the way that I was sitting, he had a perfect view of my vagina and butt. It was as if they were framed for his viewing. He started to look nervous as he tried to look away but couldn't. I didn't understand what the problem was.

  "I'm sorry. Should I move?" I asked as I started to adjust my position.

  "Oh no. Please don't. You're fine just like that." He said quickly trying to keep me from spoiling his view. "How old are you?"

  I look much younger than I actually am because I’m so small and I do get a little self conscious sometimes about it.

  "I just turned eighteen is that OK?" I snapped back.

  "Oh that's great! I was afraid that you were a lot younger than that. Eighteen is good."

  He smiled at me and I know that I must have started blushing. He was kind of cute.

  He turned to look at the TV and then back to me.

  "Would you like to help me?" He asked.

  "Sure, what can I do?" I asked. I went to shift my position and he motioned for me to stay still.

  "I'm going to be working behind the TV and I need someone to use the remote control while I make some adjustments. "

  He had me hold the remote as went behind the set.

  "When I say to I need you to point the remote at the TV and push the input button down there in the corner. Can you do that?"

  "Sure I can."

  "OK now. Push it."

  Well, I just did what I usually do. I opened my legs and pointed the remote with my arm extended straight out ahead toward the TV. When he peered back from around the TV he looked like he was in total shock.

  "OH GOD!" He said very loudly.

  I had neglected to mention that I am very flexible and when I opened my legs to point the remote between them my legs spread to the point where my knees were touching the cushions on either side of me. My vagina was opened like a flower and I don't think that he was ready for that.

  "Is everything alright in there. Need any help?" George asked from the kitchen and it sounded as though he was coming our way.

  "No no no! We're, I mean, I'm doing just fine here. Almost done really!" He said in an anxious tone.

  "OK then but if the girl is bothering you then feel free to send her away."

  "No bother sir. Really." He said as he tried to signal for me to cover up.

  I didn't understand what it was exactly that he wanted me to do so in my nervousness I pulled my knees up under my shirt and when he looked back again my stretched out shirt was just not long enough to cover my now exposed breasts. By that time I think that I had to be at least a "C" cup and between my vagina as well as my firm titties looking straight at him he just couldn't contain himself any longer.

  Sweating profusely he picked up his tools and headed for the kitchen. I noticed a large bulge in the front of his tight jeans when he stood and put his tool box there to block my view. He left in a rush as he shot by Marge and George and out the door.

  "All set sir. Gotta go!"

  He was gone in a flash and I still had no idea what had just happ
ened. I didn't understand at that time how a man would get excited by just looking at my body but I started to learn as the next year progressed. I probably should tell you a little about myself first.

  My life story might not be as erotic or sexy as some others that you have read but sometimes life is just what it is!

  I was sitting around thinking the other day about things that have happened in my life along with the fact that I have barely shared any of it with anyone else up until now. My concern has always been that people that I know would feel that I was a little weird or something. By telling it to you I know that I would feel better getting it off my chest since you may never know who I really am otherwise.

  You see, I am an exhibitionist. I know that now. Even though I may not have been born this way, as you read, you might understand how I came to be one.

  My name is Daisy Mae Brown. I'm a very small girl, I mean woman, at only 4'8" tall and a mere 92 pounds. I am an adult (honest!). I have long natural blond hair and blue eyes. My Maesurements are 34C-22-32. I don’t know why I felt the need to tell you that. They say that I have the face of a 15 year old girl. People have a hard time believing that I am as old as I am but when they see my body they can't deny that I must be older than I look

  I was born and raised as an only child to Abner and Kate Brown. We didn’t have much money and lived on a farm out in the country. The only people that we saw regular were our neighbors George and Marge and their daughter, my best friend, Becky. They lived down the road a piece but we would see each other all the time.

  Becky was about three years younger than me but we played together and when I needed schooling I would walk down to their house where Marge would teach us. She had a college degree and was pretty smart. They were like real family to me.

  When I was home I didn’t dress like most people. I never did like to wear clothes too much and ever since I was little I would always take them off and run around the farm naked. Sure Ma and Pa used to get on me about it and tell me that it just wasn’t proper and all but nobody ever came around, except the Higgins, and they didn’t care either. So, you can see that it has always been just part of my life and felt natural to me.

  A few years ago Becky took ill. After a time the Higgins couldn’t afford the doctor bills and had to sell their farm to pay off some debts. They moved closer to town so that Becky could get the care she needed but she died anyway. I was devastated.

  Things didn’t get much better after that.

  On the night of my eighteenth birthday there was a fire that burned down my house. I got out through my bedroom window but Ma and Pa didn’t make it. By the time anyone saw flames and came to put the fire out it was too late. The house and everything in it were gone. I was left with nothing.

  As soon as Marge and George heard about the fire they came to get me. Being eighteen and all nobody had a right to tell me what I could and couldn’t do so I moved in with them. The old farm went to the bank to pay off debts so I didn’t have much choice anyway.

  When I got to their house it wasn't quite what I expected as the car drove into a trailer park. It was a double wide with flowers in the window box and a nicely landscaped lawn. They would always get upset when anyone called it a trailer preferring to use the term mobile home. I have never seen so many people living so close together before but it was still going to be home for me.

  "Would you like to see your new room Daisy Mae?" Marge asked as she got up from her sea and took my hand.

  "Yes ma'am." I replied nearly jumping to my feet.

  We walked down the narrow hall and she opened the door to my room. It was all set up with a small canopy bed, cute pictures on the walls, and stuffed animals all around. It was Becky’s room and it looked as though she was still living there.

  "Like it?" She asked.

  I nodded my head.

  "She was looking forward to going to school with the other kids but never made it. Leukemia. She went quickly after we moved here. We never had the heart to throw out her things." She choked up and left the room.

  I remained and looked around. I could tell that everything was probably left as it was before Becky died. Now I would be replacing her.

  Later in the day George came home from work. He was also in his mid forties, balding, and had a Santa like belly. When he walked into the house he saw me sitting at the table and quickly came to give me a big bear hug. We talked for a while and I found that he was a hard working man and that he too was devastated when they lost their daughter.

  "How old are you now Daisy Mae?" he asked.

  "I'm eighteen."

  He had a puzzled look on his face.

  "Funny. You really don't look much older than Becky did."

  "I know. I get that all of the time. I'm eighteen. Really!"

  Seeing that I never had any proper schooling they had to put me back a couple of grades if I wanted a diploma. It took a bit to get used school and being with the other students.

  The Higgins were a different matter. They became the loving family that I expected them to be. I became very close with Marge and we were inseparable when I was home. They were very protective of me as I was to come right home after school and spend most of my time inside of the house. This didn't bother me much because I never did have any friends before and loved the bond that I had with her.

  I was able to fit into Becky’s clothes without a problem and it didn’t bother me to wear clothes that were designed for a younger girl. They were already familiar with how I dressed around the farm and didn’t try to change things considering my frame of mind at the time. For bed I wore what amounted to only a t-shirt, as usual, and I would stay that way most of the time until I had to go out. I miss the days when I could go naked about the farm.

  Let me say this before it goes on much further, Marge and George never molested or physically abused me. They never touched me in an inappropriate way so there was not anything sexual in our relationship. That is not to say that things didn't get eerily close with George before I moved on.

  As I said, from the time that I moved in at age eighteen to the time that I headed off to college it was just normal for me to walk around the house half naked. By the time that I had turned sixteen I started puberty. My body was late in every way. I looked like I was twelve but my breasts started blooming at a very slow rate. Still enjoying the freedom it was hard for me to wear a woman's bra.

  The hair on my vagina was light and wispy and hard to make out when I looked in a mirror so if you were to see me bottomless it would look as though there was nothing covering it.

  Chapter 2 – Living with George.

  Marge developed cervical cancer and the following year was a nightmare. She passed away on my nineteenth birthday making what could have been one of the happiest days of my life into one of my worst. I had come to hate all birthdays from that point on.

  George and I had a very hard time dealing with the loss as she was everything to us. I did my best to fill her shoes and help around the house. We became very close and although, as I said before, he had never molested me he began to look at me differently. My body was now becoming fully developed and even with the fact that I was small my boobs became very noticeable.

  In school I was sent down to the guidance counselor to speak with her about the fact that I did not wear a bra. She told me that I was becoming a distraction to both the students and the faculty and to avoid this being a problem I would have to start to wear one before I would be allowed to return to class. I was given a note which explained this to George when he got home from work that night. Even though he understood it saddened him that his new "little girl" had grown up. He took me to a store that night to be Measured and buy some.

  That is how I discovered that my chest size was a 34C. The clerk had me remove my top so that she could take my Measurement. Her eyes seemed to light up when she saw how big they were for such a tiny girl.

  "You say that you have never worn a bra before?" She asked as she stood behind me
and reached around the front for the other end of the tape.

  "No ma'am. This will be my first." I said as I felt the woman's fingers fumble around my nipples as she tried to grasp the other end.

  "You have beautiful breasts. I can't believe how they stand up on their own without support. I'm sure that your boyfriend must like them a lot." She chuckled.

  "Oh I don't have a boyfriend." I looked down embarrassed.

  "Girlfriend maybe?" She looked into my eyes and smiled.

  "No. Just my George."

  The woman just looked at me puzzled.

  "Just George huh?" She paused. "Well lets go see what we can find in your size."

  I tried a couple on and decided on something that didn't feel too stiff as my boobs had never been restrained before. When I walked out of the dressing room wearing one under my top George noticed right away and a sad look came over his face. I think that he felt that I was grown up now and would be leaving him too. That didn't happen for almost another year.

  As I said before he started looking at me a little differently than before. On nights that he went out to play poker with the guys he would come home late. I could hear him come into my room very quietly as I pretended to be asleep. I could make out his silhouette standing above me with the light from the hallway behind him. There was a strong smell of liquor and cigars on him as he looked down upon me.

  Ever so slowly he would take my covers all the way down and bunch them at my feet. I still slept wearing just the t-shirt and with the covers off he could see my vagina perfectly. He would look down at my near naked body for a few minutes. I could see one of his hands at the front of his pants but I couldn't make out just what he was doing. After a few minutes he carefully place the cover back over me and tucked me in. Then he would bend and give me a kiss on the forehead and quietly leave. I knew that I could have just told him that I was awake but I didn't think that he wanted me to be.