Bikini bottoms
My mania for bikinis did not improve as I got older. When I was in 7th grade, I used to hang out at a community pool during the summer. I was with a group of "older" boys who had a little group of 4th and 5th grade boys who would do anything we told them to do. We mostly had them deliver messages to girls we wanted to flirt with and get us Cokes.
All the popular girls (the feather queens, we called them) sat over in this one area. There was a 7th grader named Heidi, I think, who was friends with one of the feather queens, but was really on the outside because she was still kind of immature (although her body was racing right along) and she didn't really have it mentally together with boys, which is to say she was shy and self-conscious.
Some of the older boys started talking about Heidi one day, and dared one of the younger boys to call her over to talk to us and then pull down her bikini bottoms. I think it really embarrassed the girl because she thought we were really trying to talk with her when, in reality, we were curious if she had blonde pubic hair because her skin was pale and her hair was really light. It was carrot red, a color that none of us had supposed.
Now days we would have had a digital camera ready, but this was a long time ago.
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