When I was 14, there was a black boy called Philip in my class who liked me. He was the only one who wasn't white. He used to find excuses to talk to me and I didn't mind although he was a bit weird sometimes in the things he said. One day, out of the blue but quite seriously, he said he really wanted to see me without any clothes on. I laughed it off and said I'd do it for his birthday. Naturally, I had no intention of showing myself to him, not because he was black but it seemed such a bizarre thing to ask. However, when a month later he came to me and said it was his birthday in two days, I realised he'd taken me seriously and I was in a trap. Before I could make an excuse, he reminded me in a very serious voice, you promised. I said okay but that he had to respect me and not try anything I wouldn't allow. I won't have sex with you, I warned him. So that was the deal and I knew my mom and dad were invited out on Sunday afternoon so we could be alone at my house. Phillip was so sweet when he turned up looking very solemn in his best suit. He'd brought me chocolates and a bunch of flowers. I'd got cokes ready but in the event we didn't drink them. I was wearing my school uniform – blouse and skirt – with bra and white cotton panties underneath and I was barefoot. I wasn't all that nervous about getting naked although I'd never done it with a boy before but I was still worried about whether I could trust him, having no desire to be raped. I reminded him that he'd promised to behave and he frowned and nodded vigorously. I didn't do anything naff like a striptease, I just took my clothes off while he watched wide-eyed and stood naked in front of him. You're so beautiful, he said. I knew you would be. I don't usually consider myself to be beautiful but I think I'm okay. I'm five foot six and sturdily built. I like my breasts which are not too large and not too small and have a shapely waist and hips. At 14, I didn't shave down there because my mom wouldn't allow it so had a bush of dark pubes that weren't quite thick enough to hide my slit. I was pleased that Phillip was pleased and I saw that I had nothing to fear. He just wanted to look at my nude body. I obeyed when he asked me walk up and down the room with my breasts swaying slightly so that he could see me from all angles. Next, he wanted me lie on the carpet. He knelt in front of me and spread my knees, exposing my vagina. This is something I'd done only for our doctor and I had to stop my instinct to cover myself with my hand. I was aware of my vagina's oystery odour and of Phillip being aware of it too but I wasn't embarrassed. He asked me to pull my vagina lips apart and I did so so that he could see my clit and my vaginal orifice itself. It wasn't sexually arousing for me. It was more like the sensation of being at the doctor and being examined but I liked Phillip seeing me. Of my own volition, I hooked my hands under me knees and raised my spread legs so that he could see my anus as well as my vagina. He didn't try to touch me, he just stared and kept telling me I was beautiful. Phillip asked me to masturbate in front of him but there I refused. Some secrets must remain, I said. But I stayed naked while we drank our cokes and then let him watch me dress and he left shortly afterwards. As far as I know, he never told anyone what I had done for him.