My childhood friend Cindy and I met up last month for the first time in 12 years. We are both 56 years old now and talked about everything. Then we began talking about the year her father ran the rec. center in our neighborhood. We were both 13 at the time and Cindy would help him prepare for the Saturday afternoon basketball games. Most of the boys were our age and many in our classes at school. Cindy's dad would give her keys to open the equipment room before the game started. She didn't tell me about it right away but the back wall had a crack in the plaster and she could see into the boys locker room. She peeked in for a couple weeks before she told me about it and the rest of that year we both watched the boys naked. We saw so many boys we knew naked but almost every week it was a different team. We saw probably hundreds of other boys naked that year that we didn't know. We sat and chatted about it for a long time and although we we two brazen young girls we still laughed about it. Cindy does't live here in town anymore and I began telling her of some of the boys we watched shower and saw naked all the time who still live here. There are five men in town who I still see occassionally that Cindy and I saw naked lots of times that year. It never ended until Cindys dad took a job a out of state. At our age we actually sat and tried to figure how many naked boys we saw during that time. All we could come up with is hundreds because we sometimes were able to watch some of the older boys. I asked Cindy if she ever told others about it and she said she has even told her husband what we did. The only one I ever told what Cindy and I did is my cousin Teresa but never told my husband about it. We got together a second time while she was here and talked about it again. We just giggled like little girls saying to each other remember this boy or that boy and how big or little their penis was. I told Cindy I don't think about it much unless I see one of the men we used to see in the locker room every Saturday. We never got caught and none of those boys ever knew what we were doing. The only one I see often is Stephen who only lives down the road from me and I also know his wife very well. The other four men who still live here I seldom see. There we were, two old ladies sitting in a diner trying to remember the names of the boys we saw naked. It was fun though seeing Cindy again.