Adam and Vivian Naked In School (teen, MF, ScFi, size)
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Preface - A Few Preliminary Comments
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This is yet another story in the Naked In School universe
invented by Karen Wagner. However, it departs in several
ways from most stories in that genre:
o It occurs further in the future. I think solving AIDS
and all other STD's is going to take a little while.
o Given the future setting, scientific progress isn't
confined to STDs. There's much more capability to sculpt the
body, for example, and cell phones have evolved into very
advanced PDAs worn on the wrist (which, BTW, solves the
problem of not having pockets).
o People routinely appear naked in all segments of
society.
o There are no live demonstrations in biology or sex
education class.
o There are no modeling session in art class.
o School isn't even in session. It's the last week of
summer vacation.
o Because it's summer vacation, no one gets called to the
principal's office and told to strip. The pressure to be
naked is primarily social.
o Running around naked for a week doesn't solve anyone's
long term life problems.
Despite lack of these elements, I believe this story is a
legitimate sequel, ten or fifteen years out, to Karen's
original story. Karen's story, after all, features:
o The teacher and all students being naked for swim
class.
o 40 contestants competing for Miss Nude Central High in
an assembly held during school hours.
o All Central High cheerleaders and girl's athletic teams
performing naked.
o At the college and professional levels, all
cheerleaders and female athletes performing naked.
o Businesswomen going to work naked.
o Nakedness in shopping malls not only permitted, but
encouraged with shopper discounts and specialty stores.
o Stores and shops encouraging or requiring sales people
to be naked.
Thanks, Karen, for this fascinating premise.
Prolog - How It All Started
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In January, 2025, Central University was just another
private college with declining enrollment. The school had
discontinued football three years earlier, and basketball
seemed next to go. The team had lost five straight games and
it's overall record was 4 and 12.
The nation was at peace; the economy was rolling; and
medical science had eradicated all sexually-transmitted
diseases, including AIDS. Social mores were relaxing. In
that climate, the CU cheerleaders desperately proposed this
incentive: After every victory, they'd cheer the next game
topless.
The effect was immediate: Central University won its next
game. As the final buzzer sounded, all seven cheerleaders
threw their sweaters and bras to the players, performed a
five minute drill, and followed the players into the locker
room. As promised, they cheered the next game bare-breasted,
then another. The team was on a 3-0 streak, so to speak.
Tickets promptly sold out for the rest of the season.
Everyone was happy except, of course, the local guardians of
morality. A coalition of conservative groups quickly sued
the college, demanding an immediate cover-up. Pending trial,
the judge issued a restraining order against the
cheerleaders and the team went 1-3 over its next four games.
During preparation, the judge spent many long hours
reviewing video tapes and other evidence of the alleged
crime. Then, at trial, the judge asked that the evidence be
displayed in the courtroom. The cheerleaders accordingly
stood and removed their tops. The judge examined each girl
carefully, then announced his famous decision: "I see
nothing obscene before me."
The cheerleaders were so ecstatic they left their tops in
the courtroom. Emerging topless, they faced a huge crowd of
newspaper and television cameras. Bouncing with excitement,
the captain announced that if the team clinched a winning
season, the squad would cheer any remaining games completely
naked.
The newspapers and TV stations ate it up. With the judge's
ruling to support them, the media had no compunctions about
showing the girls outside the courtroom, on the basketball
court, or anywhere else they happened to be. Central
University played the rest of their season on national
television. The cheerleaders became celebrities, appearing
frequently on talk shows and entertainment nightlies, always
in half uniform. Somebody sold a million frontless T-shirts
imprinted CU Gone Wild across the collarbone.
The team pulled a game above .500 with one game remaining in
the season. In celebration, the cheerleaders tossed their
remaining clothes into the crowd and performed their first
naked victory dance. (OK, they did have ribbons in their
hair: school colors, of course!)
The moral guardians filed more lawsuits, but each judge or
jury shared the same view of the evidence: Nothing obscene.
By the time the guardians relented, the courts had ruled the
entire country clothing-optional.
Summer 2025 became the summer of skin. Naked Pro Beach
Volleyball was first, followed by Women's Naked Basketball
Association and the National Women's Naked Soccer League.
Sponsors urged women track, golf, and tennis players to
complete naked because it was the only way they got
exposure. Ratings had never been so high.
It took a few years, but performing naked eventually
permeated cheerleading and women's sports, at both the
college and professional levels. Dance troupes, movies, TV
shows, and even the news were among the next to go. In
response to repeated demands by women, men began appearing
naked as well. High schools instituted Naked In School
programs to help students acclimate to the new standards.
Even in private life and local streets, no one could be
arrested or asked to leave any time or any place, despite
how little (if anything) they might be wearing. This led to
some interesting situations...
Monday - Pool Games
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It was the last week of summer vacation but for that one
day, at least, life was good. I was at the pool soaking up
rays with my two friends, Ben Daire and Dan Thatte. Dan's
new girlfriend Teah Schurt was with us. My name is Adam
Jonson.
The three of us guys had been together all through high
school. Dan was the shortest, maybe 5' 10" or so, and he was
definitely the ladies man. He had a slender build and a
friendly disposition that girls just went for. At 6' 2" I
was the tallest and the bulkiest, because I spent so much
time working out for the swim team. I was OK with girls but
I'd never dated a lot. Ben was the gadget man of the group
and also the skinniest, even though he was six feet tall. He
liked girls but was awkward with them. We were all beginning
our Senior years.
Teah was starting her junior year. She was a little shorter
than Dan, and quite thin. Her hair was light brown and hung
to her shoulder blades. Somehow, she never got a tan and
never got burnt. She was pleasant but shy, meticulous about
her appearance, a bit sheltered and innocent. Except that
nobody could be that innocent.
The breeze was warm and the air was sweet. It was just a
perfect lazy, hazy, crazy day of summer. I tipped my hat
over my face and felt the sun caress my shoulders.
It was the biggest swim meet of the year: the conference
finals. Attendance at swim meets was usually sparse, but for
this event the whole school has showed up to watch. The
announcer called my event, 200 Meter Individual Medley, and
then my name, Adam Jonson, Bald Mountain High School. I
confidently strode out of the locker room and onto the
starting block.
Then suddenly, everyone was laughing! I looked around
without a clue, and the crowd laughed harder! Then, I
realized the awful truth. Somehow, in the excitement of the
meet, I'd forgotten my suit! Every cell in my body wanted to
rush back into the locker room, but the starter had already
called the event! I had no choice but to mount the block and
wait for the starting signal.
An eternity later, the signal blew and I jumped into the
relative safety of the water. My entry was almost perfect -
hardly a splash - but this provided the crowd a perfectly
clear view of my butt! They, as I began my butterfly, I
realized my naked ass would be clearly visible and pulsing
with each stroke!
But someone else was in my lane! A girl with spiky black
hair and olive skin, naked from head to toe except for a
pair of swim goggles! I lunged forward, hoping against all
hope to avoid a collision, and then she dived! I began
swimming over her, then she grabbed my dick and held on for
dear life!
This was the biggest meet of the year. I had to continue! So
I kicked and stroked as hard as I could, dragging her along
until it was time for my turnaround. Then, lady luck stepped
in. The naked girl couldn't match my turnaround and I left
her behind.
Except that she'd given me the biggest erection of my life!
And this leg was the backstroke! My dick was poking above
the water like a periscope, and the crowd was chanting,
"Stroke, stroke, stroke," in unison with my swimming! If
only I could make the turnaround and start the breaststroke!
A least then, only my butt would be on display.
Turnaround! Incredibly, I still held the lead! Swimming
breaststroke, my butt was even more exposed than during the
butterfly, but I held the lead! Then the naked chick was
there again, floating on her back, legs open, right in front
of me! There was no time to go around! I'd have to run her
over!
Oh no! As I tried to slide over her body, my dick got stuck
in her! There was no shaking her off; she was grabbing my
neck! Desperately I spun a few times, hoping she would lose
her grip. And she did!
Now it was time for the last turnaround and then freestyle.
The naked chick tried to grab me again but I passed her so
fast that she had no chance. I was swimming like a jet ski!
Then, the starting block loomed just within my reach! I
tapped it, and the crowd roared because not only had I won;
I'd set a new conference record!
Ecstatic, I leapt out of the pool and strutted over to
receive my medal. Only to remember once again that I'd
forgotten my suit! The laughter was cruel and unceasing! How
would I ever live this down?
The naked chick was holding my trophy! Apparently, she was
the presenter! And from the way she was approaching me, I
think she was planning more than a peck on the cheek! My
dick was bigger than the trophy!
Then, Ben was talking. "Looks like you're having a good time
there, bud," he remarked. I pulled my hat off of my face and
glanced over at him.
"Uh, you want another towel?" Ben asked.
"I haven't been in the water," I reminded him.
"Maybe you shoulda been," he observed. "At least sit up,
OK?"
I looked down at my briefs, saw the problem, and sat up.
Then I put the towel on my lap. It wasn't a good day for
wearing Speedos.
"So, what time are you supposed to show up for
registration?" Ben wanted to know.
"Thanks, I've been trying not to think about school. It's in
the afternoon, though. One o'clock, I think. Why?"
"Mine's in the morning. I thought maybe I could bum a ride,
but no big deal. Dan, what about you?"
"Morning. I'll pick you up on the way."
"Me too," said Teah.
"You, too," said Dan.
"Is that bitch Vivian still over there?" I asked no one in
particular, hoping I wouldn't have to shift around to look.
She'd be on the east deck, of course, where the naked kids
hung out. We were on the west.
"Yeah, it looks like she's playing cards with that friend of
hers Crystal and that guy who rode up on the Harley. Maybe
that'll keep her busy," Ben volunteered. He was more into
watching the shenanigans over there than I was. I mean, some
of those kids were so flipping flagrant. Then there was
Vivian.
"What time is it?"
"Quarter to four. Whatsa matter, too hard to turn around?"
"No, I'm getting up to take a few dives," I replied. And so,
after a few preliminary checks, I stood up, stretched, and
headed for the diving boards. At least the lines weren't
long.
A moment later, I felt two objects press against my back.
Then came a dreaded female voice: "Hey, watch who you're
bumping into, Yonson. This ain't The Program, you know." I
hate it when people pronounce my name that way.
"I didn't bump into you. You bumped into me," I responded
without turning around. "Anyway, why are you in this line?
This is for the high dive."
"I keep lookin' for the big one, you know? Hey, watch out,
you're about to bump me again. Whatsa matter Yonson, you
need to make room for sumthin' up there?" she taunted. "Turn
around; lemme see."
"No, I wasn't making room for anything. I didn't even move,"
I replied. "Look, I'm trying to prepare for this dive. Let
me think, OK?"
"What, now you can't think when I'm around? Or is it all the
time? Would it help if I jumped up and down in front of
you?"
"Yeah, maybe it would," I answered, spotting my pal Ethan at
the head of the line. Ethan was on the swim team with me.
"Hey Ethan," I called. "Come here a minute, would you? You
can trade places with this spiky, black-haired, naked person
who bumps into people from behind."
Vivian somehow missed the comeback and seconds later she was
climbing the ladder to the high dive. She was firm and taut,
I'll give her that. She was muscular as well, though a bit
too much for my taste. And fairly tall: about 5' 10". Ethan
seemed to enjoy the view, but I just looked around.
"Has she ever dived from up there?" Ethan asked after she
reached the platform.
"Damned if I know," I replied. "Seems like it'd rip her tits
off, even if they are as hard as a football."
"How'd you know that?" Ethan asked. "You two been feeling
each other up?"
"Hardly. I mean, they have that shape, and you can see it
when she walks. And she keeps bumping into me."
"Why, does she like you?"
"Get real," I replied. "OK, let's see this. Here she goes."
Vivian started her run down the board and kept going until
she was treading air. Then, she grabbed her knees and made a
tremendous splash as her naked butt hit the water. Some
drops landed on Ethan and me.
"Damn, I hope she was clean," I remarked.
"She looked pretty good climbing the ladder," Ethan noted,
clearly knowing he shouldn't have. I mean, that wasn't
really the point.
When my turn on the board came, I hung my toes on the end of
the board, sprung, and spun a clean double roll. Vivian was
nowhere around, so I went a couple more times and then
headed back to Dan and Ben.
"You guys ready to go?" I asked. "They'll be closing in a
few minutes."
"Yea, I guess," said the others and we headed to our
respective locker rooms. I was just about to pull off my
Speedos when I heard the dreaded female voice behind me.
"So, you gonna take a shower or a pee, Yonson?" it asked.
"What are you doing in here, Vivichelli?" I asked in return.
"This isn't The Program, you know."
"It's OK now," she said. "Ever since that Equal Access
thing."
She was referring to the Equal Access To Facilities Act, a
piece of legislation that was supposed to make exclusive
men's clubs illegal. But a couple of court decisions later,
every public washroom in the state was unisex. It had
something to do with sporting events, and the lines at the
women's washroom always being longer.
"Well, unless you plan to get dressed, it seems you have no
further business here. See ya!"
"I might have to pee," she replied. "Like, in a few minutes.
I can feel it coming on."
"Never mind, I'll drive home in my suit," I decided. Dan and
Ben followed me out as Vivian headed toward the open
showers.
We had to wait a few minutes for Teah to finish in the
locker room formerly known as Women's, then we all piled in
the car and headed out.
"Does that chick like you?" asked Ben as we left the parking
lot.
"No, I think she hates me," I replied. "Why else would she
keep bugging me all the time?"
"Not one of The Program's greater success stories, eh?" said
Ben.
"She was never in The Program," Dan explained. "She just
showed up naked on the first day of school last year. I
don't think she's worn anything since."
"How can she do that?" I wondered aloud.
"Well, some people just like it. I'm sure she has her
reasons," Teah said. "Maybe she just likes intimidating
people that way."
"Maybe," I allowed. "But if she's gotta be weird, I wish
she'd just get a nose ring or whatever."
* * * * *
By the time I got home, my skin was itching from pool
chlorine. My mom gave me a funny look because I still had my
Speedos on, but I just ran upstairs, grabbed some clean
clothes from my room, and headed into the bathroom for a
shower. After getting dressed, I opened the bathroom door,
rinsed out my suit, and hung it on the shower rod to dry.
I found my mom downstairs in the kitchen, working on dinner
and watching the evening news. A naked man and a naked women
were standing in front of the news desk, reading stories
about the President, Congress, and the economy of Bulgaria.
After that, a naked chick stood in front of a map explaining
the weather, then a naked guy talked over film clips of
naked people playing tennis and golf. It's all about
ratings, I guess.
"Don't forget you have school registration tomorrow," Mom
reminded me.
"Yeah, I know. I'm ready."
"And you have your six-month checkup with Doctor Polk on
Wednesday," she continued.
"Yeah, I know."
"Are you going to revise any factors?"
"What for?"
"Well, I though maybe you'd want body hair again, or more
muscles, or, you know, bigger, or something."
"You know I hate shaving myself for swim meets," I told Mom.
"I mean, yeah, it seems kind of fem not having pubic hair,
but the rest of the team is the same way, and not that many
guys see me in gym. And as to muscles, I'm already at the
limit for competition."
"Are you as big as you want to be?" she asked.
"Yeah, coach says 6 foot 2 is a good height."
Mom paused.
"Oh that," I blushed. "I really don't think about it. Do you
think I'm small? How would you know?"
"Oh, I haven't been peeking or anything, at least not at
you," she replied. "But some of the young men I see on TV,
or even around town, seem pretty huge these days. Your dad
had it done, you know."
"Dad had his thing blown up?" That didn't seem right at all.
"You make it sound like a firecracker in a bratwurst," she
giggled. "I mean, your father and I never had a problem with
each other; it's just a change. He's had to start wearing
different pants. I'm surprised you didn't notice."
"No, Mom, I don't keep an eye on Dad's pants or, for that
matter, his crotch. That's between you two. I mean, would he
want you talking to me about this?"
"He probably wouldn't mind, but let's not tell him, OK? I
want you to get contraception, though."
"Why? I'm not having sex with anyone, and I don't think it's
gonna happen in the next six months."
"Well, if you don't want to make any babies in the next six
months, then you shouldn't have any objections to making
sure of that. It's just safer. I mean, you're going to get
AIDS and STD protection, right? Just in case that mad moment
or evil toilet seat comes along? Why is that different from
getting pregnancy protection?"
"OK; you win; I'll tell the doctor," I promised. "Anything
else? You want me to grow tits or anything?"
"No, dear, of course not. I know some boys have done that,
but on most of them it looks silly. Just take care of
yourself."
I wanted to ask her which boys with tits looked sensible,
but another thought prevailed.
"Uh. Mom, when did you last go to the doctor?"
"It was a couple of months ago. Same time as your dad. Why
do you ask?"
"Did you, uh, ."
"Nothing major, dear. The doctor thought I should decrease
fat retention, and I decided to improve my musculature a
bit. My skin tone has improved. That and, well, a few things
to please your father."
I raised my eyebrows.
"Well, I nuked my body hair, same as you've done, and my
breasts are firming up quite a bit. What's wrong?"
"I hope your, ah, don't end up hard as football, that's all.
Sorry, I shouldn't have said that."
"Oh no, that's OK. I mean, we were just talking. Anyway, I
know what you mean, and I didn't sign up for that. The
doctor only recommends it for women who jump around a lot,
like cheerleaders and athletes. I just went far enough so I
don't need to wear a bra anymore."
This was getting just too weird. Fortunately, Effie and
Jeffie broke the spell by getting home from their friends'
house. Effie and Jeffie were twins, both 13 at the time, and
as similar as a developing boy and girl could possibly be.
To emphasize this, they always wore identical hair styles
and clothes. This led to some interesting situations when
Effie wanted to wear a skirt, or a dress, or patent leather
shoes. The battle over swimsuits was an annual event but
somehow the family survived.
The twins arrived just before my dad, which was good because
Dad didn't like to wait for dinner. I guess we were a pretty
normal family, and did all the normal stuff together. Except
that now I kept trying to size my dad's dick.
After dinner Dad watched Monday Night football, which had
grown weird since the players started wearing only a cup,
shoes, pads, and helmets. Certain guys, like the kickers,
didn't even wear that, and for safety reasons, nobody wore
spikes. Of course there were naked cheerleaders too, and
commercials with naked people drinking beer, naked people
driving cars, and naked people taking vacations. The naked
women selling tampons and douches were the worst. The
Shafters were leading the Cummers 24-7 at the half, so I
just did my weights, went to bed, and jacked out. So much
for ratings.
Tuesday - Registration, a Coke, and Work
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The next morning I ate a light breakfast, then went to the Y
for an hour of laps. There were only a few other swimmers
and like myself, most of them were on swim teams. Everyone
wore suits and used separate locker rooms. I enjoyed the
sheer normalcy of it.
After heading back to the locker room, I found that my PDA
had a message waiting. So, after showering and getting
dressed, I strapped it onto my wrist and told it to read the
message.
Hi Adam, this is Ben. I'm at registration here with Dan
and Teah. Nadia is here too. We saw Vivian and Crystal
leave earlier, so you probably won't run into them this
afternoon. Man, this is going to be some kind of weird
school year. When you get here, be sure to pick up the
list of new rules. Uh, we're all going to lunch now;
talk to you later. Oh man.
Well, thanks Ben, I thought. Raise my curiosity but tell me
nothing. Such is life. I showered, went home for lunch, ate
a sandwich, checked my clothes, grabbed my keys, and headed
for school. The parking lot was full and I had to leave the
car on a side street three blocks away.
Registration was in the new gym, which seemed to be a really
nice building except that the air conditioning wasn't
working. As a result, the place was hot, stuffy, and smelled
like, well, a gym.
Maybe it was the lack of air conditioning or maybe it was
something else, but there seemed to be more people strutting
around naked than usual. Ms. Sprite, the girl's swim team
coach, and a couple of other people who looked like teachers
were even naked. I got in line to pickup my schedule from a
girl with clothes, then tried to avoid textbook and supply
tables being worked by naked students. I was gratified to
learn that I did need some gym clothes.
I was almost done when I sensed a tap on my shoulder and a
feminine voice behind me.
"Hi, Adam," she said. "Did you get one of these?" It was
Nadia Blosser, a girl Dan dated as a sophomore. But that was
before Nadia did time in The Program and later adopted a
short skirt and nipple shields as normal attire. Today's was
a red and black pleated tartan. Skirt, that is. Unlike most
girls, she also carried a purse. It was black, with a
shoulder strap.
"Uh, no, what?" I asked, concentrating on her face. That,
however, was difficult because Nadia was about a foot
shorter than me. She had nice shoulders, a cute perky hair
style, and a pack of handouts.
"This is a list of new rules for the year. You need to read
it before the first day of class. By the way, how's Dan
doing?"
"Oh, he's fine," I told her. "He's still got the same PDA
address. You could call him."
"No, that's over. I just wondered if he kept the piercing."
"I never knew he had one. Well, thanks for the set of
rules."
"I'm almost done here. Would you like to get a Coke
somewhere?"
"Do you a shirt or something you could wear?"
"No, after I got pierced I gave away all my tops and bras.
They kept getting snagged. Are you sure that's a problem?"
"Maybe some other time, eh? I hafta work out."
Checkout was uneventful. A sophomore girl wearing a cotton
blouse and slacks rang up the total. I told my PDA to
transmit the credit memo my mom had authorized, and the
checkout girl charged it.
After being in the hot stuffy gym for an hour, being outside
was truly a breath of fresh air. So, I found a bench, dumped
my load of books and supplies, and started reading the new
rules.
o Parking passes this year will be yellow rather than
red.
o The school nurse will no longer be present from 8:00 AM
to 4:00PM every day, The new hours are 7:30 AM to 3:30 PM.
I yawned. This was pretty boring stuff, and I wondered what
Ben had got so excited about.
o In accordance with the Equal Access To Facilities Act,
all school washrooms and locker rooms will be gender
neutral.
o The blanket prohibition on personal displays of
affection is abolished. However, such displays must not
occur during class and must not disrupt any class.
o All previous dress codes are abolished.
o BMHS will continue and expand its affiliation with the
Naked At School Association.
Now I could understand why Ben had been upset. If some
people thought it was cool to be naked, fine, let them find
somewhere to be naked and stay there. Let the rest of us be
normal. The proof was in the numbers: even though every
crowd contained its percentage of naked people, most still
preferred wearing clothes. Why wasn't that good enough?
As I mulled this over, I notice more printing on the back of
the handout. Here's what it said:
Dress Policy for Activities
o Each spring, the members of the cheerleading, pom-pom,
and majorette squads (other than seniors) will vote on the
issue of uniforms for the coming year. As a result of last
spring's vote, all three squads will be naked this year.
Whoa. Last year it was just the cheerleaders. It was
unbelievable how things were going to hell.
o Members of other performing organizations, such as
band, choir, and debate, will vote on uniforms and dress
prior to their first public event. Drama will vote for each
production.
Pfew! Thank goodness I wasn't affiliated with any of those.
o After consultation with many college scouts and
recruiters, the East Central Athletic Conference has decided
that all competitors must, to the maximum extent possible,
be naked. However, in the case of contact sports like
football and wrestling, some equipment may be allowed, and
some rules may be altered.
No! I mean, swimming was hardly a contact sport! Did they
really expect me to swim naked? Maybe there was still some
kind of exception! There had to be!
o In general, practice for all student activities will
follow the dress code of the performance or competition.
Example: If cheerleaders are naked for games, they must be
naked for practice as well.
Oh shit. They want us to practice naked as well!
o Teachers, coaches, and staff will follow the same dress
code as students.
Example: If cheerleaders are to be naked for practice, the
cheerleading coach must also be naked.
That explains Ms. Sprite being naked this afternoon, I
decided with a sick feeling in my stomach. Or did it? This
was school registration, not swim practice! I dreaded going
back into that overheated gym, and I had no idea how to deal
with a naked teacher. But I needed answers, and that meant I
had to go back. So, I picked up my load of stuff and headed
back in.
Only to find Nadia Blosser guarding the entrance. "Adam, did
you forget something?" she asked.
"No, I just need to talk with Ms. Sprite," I replied. "Do
you know where she is?"
"Uh, you can't bring that stuff back in, Adam. They'll
charge you for it again when you leave," Nadia explained.
"Is everything OK?"
"Yeah, I just need to talk with Ms. Sprite. Is there
somewhere I can put this stuff?"
"Well, you could put it in your locker," Nadia suggested.
"Your schedule shows your locker number and you just bought
a lock, right?"
Duh. Like I couldn't think of that. "How did you know I
bought a lock? Where you watching me?"
"No, silly. Everyone has to buy a new lock this year. Here
let me see where your locker is, and if I see Ms. Sprite,
I'll tell her you're looking for her. Are you sure you don't
want a Coke?"
Naturally, my locker was in the gym building. They do that
for athletes. I told Nadia I'd think about the Coke and
headed toward my new locker.
* * * * *
I found the locker and was fitting my stuff into it when I
head the slap of naked feet behind me. Fortunately, it was
Ms. Sprite and not Vivian Vivichelli. But she was still
naked.
"Were you looking for me, Adam?" she asked.
"Uh, could we go somewhere and talk?" I asked. "And, uh, do
you have any clothes?"
"My office isn't furnished yet but we can sit in the quad,"
she replied. "Sorry about the clothes, but I need to get
used to this just as much as you do. I left every thing at
home. Now, what's up?"
"Is Mr. Bythos around?"
"No, Adam, and he won't be. Finish putting that stuff in
your locker and I'll be waiting in the quad. Is that OK?"
I guessed that it was. It took me a few minutes to finish
putting everything away, and then I followed the direction
Ms. Sprite had gone.
The quad was an open, rectangular area near the center of
the campus. There were lots of sidewalks leading here and
there, but grassy areas with benches as well. Ms. Sprite was
seated on one of the benches, with one ankle on her knee and
one arm along the backrest. I sat on the next bench,
diagonally across from her.
"Oh, hi, Adam. It's a beautiful day, isn't it?"
"Uh, yeah. Could you be, like, not sprawled out so much?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. It really is a beautiful day and I was just
enjoying the breeze. Is this better?" She crossed her legs
and folded her hands.
"Uh, yes, sorry too. Uh, Ms. Sprite, do they really expect
me to be naked during swim meets?"
"I'm afraid so, Adam. I'm sure you watch college swim meets
on television, and the swimmers are always naked these days.
Otherwise, the TV ratings drop to zero and the colleges
can't afford to keep up the teams. So now, the college
scouts want to see high school swimmers complete naked. A
swimmer who chokes up or doesn't look good naked is a poor
prospect."
"Well, I've never wanted to be naked, and it embarrasses me
to look at naked people. Doesn't that count for anything?"
"Not when it comes to television and college scouts,
apparently. Adam, listen to me. I don't like this any more
than you do. There was no public nakedness when I grew up.
Not in grade school; not in high school; not in college.
They taught us, especially the girls, that showing your body
was demeaning. Everyone was supposed to admire our brains,
and they couldn't do that if they saw our bodies. Does that
make sense?"
"Well, yeah, that's almost exactly how I feel. Except that I
think people can be naked and smart at the same time."
"Well, that's part of this crazy age we live in. In more and
more jobs, you have to look good and be naked in addition to
being capable in all the traditional ways. But those other
capabilities still count. And I think people realize that."
"Maybe I'll just quit the team," I mused.
"I'd hate to see that, Adam. You're a talented swimmer, and
I think you can get a full scholarship. Would you really
give that up over a pair of Speedos?"
"I dunno. I'll think about it. What happened to Mr. Bythos?"
"He'd rather have pants than a job, I guess. I'm not sure
where he's going to find work, though. The same thing is
happening everywhere."
"Is there a new coach yet?"
"For now, it's just me for both the girls and boys teams.
But the school is still looking. We have enough swimmers
that we really need two coaches. Anything else?"
"Is the pool going to be open Tuesday morning for workouts?"
"I don't know. They're still checking the equipment and the
water quality. Should I send you a message if it's ready?"
"Yeah, that'd be great."
"Anything else?"
"No, that's all."
"OK, Adam, but here's some advice from me. It's very nice
that you keep looking into my eyes, but it's OK to look at
the rest of me, too. Otherwise, I'm going through all this
anxiety for nothing. OK?" And with that, she got up and
offered me her hand.
All right, I'm human. I gave here a good up-and-down, and
instantly developed a massive erection. "Thanks," I offered.
"I think I'll sit here a while and think about it."
"Stand up, Adam."
"I'm embarrassed."
"I know. Stand up, stick your hands in your pants, and
arrange yourself. C'mon now. I'm married, you know. There's
nothing new to me in there."
Maybe it was because she's a coach, but somehow I got up and
did what she wanted. At least, it got her tits out of my
face.
"You have a lot of potential, Adam," she said. "Don't let a
little patch of fabric hold you back." And with that, she
turned around and walked back to the gym. I watched her butt
jiggle and got even stiffer, but I also thought about what
she said.
* * * * *
I stood alone in the quad for a few moments, but eventually
it felt safe to walk again. I got the stuff out of my locker
and began walking to the car.
"Last chance for that Coke," came a voice from (where else)
behind me. I turned around.
"Hi, Nadia," I said. "OK, you talked me into it. Let's go."
"Do you want me to wear your gym shirt or something?" she
asked.
I sighed. "No, my mom would get pissed if you snagged it," I
replied.
"Can I carry some of that?" Nadia wanted to know. "Or are
you too macho?"
"What? Uh, no, this is kind of awkward. I mean, yes, can you
take a couple of these bags? I don't think they'll chafe or
anything."
"Are you sure you're OK with me?" Nadia wanted to know. "I
just thought, you know, we used to see each other a little
bit. Because of Dan. But he and I are both over that."
It was obvious Nadia was picking up some kind of negative
vibes from me. Scratch it up to ignorance, but I thought I
should explain myself.
"Uh, look Nadia, it's not Dan. I'm just not used to being
with someone who doesn't wear all the normal clothing,
that's all. I'll get over it."
"So why today?"
"Well, because you asked me, and I used to know you, and I
need to get over this if I'm going to stay on the swim team.
I hope you don't mind."
"You were never in The Program, were you?"
"No."
"Well, it gets you over those hurdles. You could try it any
time, you know."
"What, The Program? They have to call you down to the
office."
"No, being naked. You could try it right now, if you wanted.
I'll do it too, if you want."
"I don't think I'm ready for that today," I replied. "Or for
you to do that today."
"How about your shirt, then? Would you take off your shirt?
I mean, you do that for swimming. That should be OK, right?"
"Yeah, OK, if you want me to," I assented. By then we were
at the car, so I opened the trunk, dropped in all my school
stuff, and then peeled off my shirt and threw that in too.
Then, I opened the door for Nadia. She threw in her purse
and sat down, then we were off.
"You're very smooth," Nadia remarked.
"What, for getting talked out of my shirt?"
"No, your skin. Did you nuke your body hair?"
"Yeah, most of the swimmers do that. It saves shaving."
"So, all you guys are smoothies? How cool!"
"What makes you think that?"
"I don't like guys with pubic hair. They feel rough."
I couldn't believe she said that. "Nadia, what makes you
think that getting rid of other body hair gets rid of pubic
hair?"
"I have the same factor in my injection," she replied.
"Here, see?"
At that, she flashed me. For the second time in a day, I did
the human thing and looked. For a second. No panties. No
hair. Just lips. And something metal. I returned my eyes to
the road.
"So, where do you want to go?" I asked. "Raul's? Wolfgang's?
Bubbas?"
"Raul's is OK," Nadia replied. We were only a few blocks
away, so there was little to say as I headed that direction
and pulled into the parking lot.
Raul's strongly resembled a classic hole-in-the-wall Mexican
cantina. In fact, it had been exactly that before losing its
liquor license. That's when they cleaned the place up,
brought in some fake dirt, and started catering to the high
school crowd. We sat on two bar stools positioned at a tall
caf‚ table.
"So," I began, "It's been a while since we talked. What's
been happening?"
"Well, I broke up with Dan. You knew that, right? Then I
hung out with my girlfriends for a while; then it was summer
and I started helping at the hospital. I used to talk with
some of the guys there, but they were really too old for me.
Then I did my Junior year and here I am! Oh yeah, last fall
I was in The Program."
"What do you do at the hospital?"
"I'm a candy-striper. I visit the patients; I give them
newspapers and books; I hand out peppermint candies;
sometimes I just talk with them and try to cheer them up.
It's obvious, of course, but some of those people get really
bummed out. I can't cure them but maybe I can brighten their
day."
"Are you dressed like that?"
"Pretty much. The hospital gives me a little red and white
hat to wear, and I have a red and white pleated skirt that
goes with it."
"Yeah, I suppose that would spread some cheer," I commented.
"How did you like being in The Program."
"Oh, the first couple of days were tense but then I got used
to it. In fact, I even got to like it. I learned a lot about
myself. The next week I felt like some kind of mousey
wallflower wrapped in a flour bag. So, that weekend, I got
pierced and tossed my tops."
A waitress appeared wearing a flower in her hair and a
peasant blouse. She gave us each a napkin and asked what we
wanted.
"Small Coke for me," said Nadia.
"Large mineral water," I decided.
Small tip, thought the waitress, and off she walked swaying
her hips. A naked Aztec guy was tattooed on her butt.
"So, you going with anybody now?" Nadia asked casually.
"No, are you?" I answered automatically.
"I dated some guys over the summer but I never got close
with any of them. You gonna be on the swim team again this
year?"
I was surprised she knew about that. Not many students paid
attention to the swim team. "Well, yeah, assuming I can
stand doing it naked. The conference decided that all
competitions will be naked this year, and the school says if
you compete naked, you have to practice naked."
"Well, that makes sense," Nadia opined.
"What, competing naked? How?"
"No, I meant having practice the same as competition. Why
did the conference make that rule?"
"Because the college athletes all compete naked now, and the
scouts want to see their prospects that way."
"Is that a big deal?"
"Well, for me it is. I've just always worn clothes, you
know? I'm used to it. Why should I be naked and have other
people looking at me?"
The senorita brought our drinks. I scanned the bill into my
PDA and added a dollar tip. She winked.
"You know, Adam, you really look OK. In fact, you look
great. I bet you'd look great without those shorts, too."
Suddenly I remembered not having a shirt on. I felt awkward
as hell, but the shirt was in the car and running out to get
it seemed even more awkward than sitting there without it.
"Oh, did I freak you out?" Nadia apologized. "I'm sorry. So
who are these college scouts and how can they tell the
conference what rules to make?"
"Well, if you want an athletic scholarship, you have to
impress the scouts. So if a scout says he'd like to see
something, it usually happens."
Nadia paused, then said, "I wish I had a way of getting a
scholarship. My aunt and uncle don't have the money for
college."
"Are your grades good?"
"Well, yeah, I usually get A's except for Math and Science,
and for those I get B's."
"Have you talked to Ms. Watt? She the college counselor."
"Yeah, but I don't think she likes me?"
"Why not?"
"Because I don't wear a blouse. She gets huffy when I show
up for an appointment."
Nadia kicked off one shoe, then lifted her heel onto the
seat of my bar stool. Her foot was right between my legs. I
could smell it, but somehow it smelled good.
"What about Mr. Weir? Have you talked with him?" I
suggested.
"I think he likes me too much?"
"Because you don't wear a blouse?"
"Yeah."
"Well, you could always wear a blouse."
"I don't have any. And anyway, wearing a blouse just once is
more provocative than never wearing one at all."
"Well, don't give up, OK? Maybe they do like you; they just
have a funny way of showing it. And even if they don't like
you, getting you into college is their job, and they have to
do it. You're pretty limber, aren't you?"
"I used to take dance, and I still do stretching exercises,"
she explained. Then, she scooted a few inches closer and
wiggled her toes.
"What are you doing?" I suddenly asked. It was a stupid
question but I didn't know what else to say.
"Stretching exercises. Do you mind?"
"It's kind of embarrassing."
"You think I'm embarrassing you?" she asked.
"No, I'm afraid of embarrassing myself. And I don't want to
get a reputation for doing things like, in public."
"Oh, so you might get an erection. And that's a bad thing.
Especially coming from me."
"No, I'm embarrassed because of myself, not because of you.
I like you. Lots of people like you. And yeah, I realize
some guys like showing off their erections so much that they
go naked all the time. I'm just not like that. I'm sorry if
I hurt your feelings."
"You like me?"
"Well, yeah. I always liked you when you were dating Dan. I
like sitting here talking to you."
"Why didn't you say something over all this time?"
I stared at her face for a moment, not sure what to say.
Then we both said it together: "No blouse."
"So why today? And why did you say No the first couple of
times?"
"I guess I planned to be part of the fully dressed crowd for
the rest of my life," I explained. "Then all of a sudden, it
was swim naked or don't swim at all. I guess I needed
someone to talk to other than my folks or my friends -
someone on the naked side. I hope you don't feel used."
"No, Adam, I'm flattered you would come to me. And I hope we
can be friends. How'm I doing over there."
With a shock, I realized that her foot was fully against my
crotch, and that I had a mild erection. A mild erection that
quickly became raging.
"Uh, you're doing pretty good," I remarked. "You should
probably stop, though."
"Why, you still think you're going to embarrass yourself?"
"It's a distinct possibility. Is my face red?"
"A little. And your nipples are stiff. Do you want to get
out of those shorts? Shall I ask the waitress for some
tissues?"
"No, I don't think so."
"You could just pull away, you know."
"Do you always do things like this on the first Coke date?"
"No. You wanna go in the back room or you wanna sit here and
talk?"
"You know, actually, I'm going to be late for work. I better
order something to eat on the way and then get going." With
that, I motioned the waitress.
"How about me?"
"You hungry?"
"No."
"You need a ride?"
"Yeah, that'll work. Can you do it and drive at the same
time?"
The waitress arrived with a box of tissues. I ordered a
burrito for myself and asked Nadia again if she wanted
anything to eat.
"Just that ride," she replied. Suddenly, I found myself
running an instant replay of the conversation. Nadia kept
wiggling her toes.
"I need to tell my mom I'll be missing dinner," I explained,
raising my PDA. Nadia shot me a glance signaling that she
understood. "Hey, Mom!" I dialed.
"Hi Adam," she replied after a few seconds. "What's up?"
"I'm going straight to work from here, Mom. I'll grab
something to eat on the way. Is something wrong with your
video?"
Nadia kept wiggling her toes.
"I'm at the office, and there seems to be some sort of
problem here. I can see you, though. Since when did you
start going to Raul's?" My PDA, of course, had transmitted
my location.
"I'm having a Coke with Nadia Blosser. You remember her,
don't you? She and Dan used to date."
The toe wiggling intensified.
"I'm not sure do I remember her. Can you send me a picture?"
Without thinking, I turned to PDA toward Nadia. "Oh, yes;
now I remember her face," Mom's voice intoned. "Are you two
having a nice time?"
Nadia kept wiggling her toes.
"Yeah, Mom; we're talking about old times. See you later,
OK?"
"OK, dear. Call again if you go anywhere after work. Bye."
And the connection ended.
"Uh, look; I really do have to get to work," I told Nadia.
"And this is all kind of fast for me. All I expected was a
Coke between old friends."
Nadia just stared at me and kept wiggling her toes. I stared
back and then we both stared for a minute or two. She
reached across the table with both hands, and I took them.
"I don't know what to say," I finally said.
"You're doing OK," she responded.
"I guess that burrito will be ready in a few minutes."
"Yeah."
"So where do you live?"
"Over on Westport street. But my car is still at school. Can
you take me there?"
"Yeah, I can do that."
"You still want me to stop?"
"Yes and no."
Another minute passed.
"Well, here comes your burrito," Nadia observed. "I'll go
pee while you pay."
The waitress signaled my PDA with another four dollar
charge, and I made it five. Then she touched the box of
tissues and raised an eyebrow. I motioned for her to remove
the box and idly watched her Aztec guy flex his muscles as
she returned to her station.
Carefully, oh so carefully I stood. I was dieing to arrange
myself, but a sense of decorum prevailed. Fortunately,
another minute or two passed before Nadia emerged from the
washroom.
"Ready to go?" she asked. I was, and told her so, and we
did. When we got to the car, I started to put my shirt back
on.
"Don't, OK?" Nadia asked, so I didn't.
"It was nice talking with you," I told her.
"Yeah, it was good," Nadia replied. "Where do you work?"
"Game Gear and Garb. It's a sporting goods store over on
Western."
"Oh yeah, I know that place. So, swim team, sporting goods,
that goes together, huh?"
"Yeah, I guess that helped me get the job," I admitted.
"Well, here's the parking lot. Is that your car?"
"Lucky guess," Nadia responded.
There was only one car left in the lot. I pulled up along
side, then got out of the car to say goodbye. When I opened
her door, she surprised me with a hug. I hugged back, and it
was very strange to feel her nipple shields against my
stomach, her breasts against the sides of my arms, and her
bare back beneath my hands.
"Well, I'm gonna be late for work," I stated once again.
"Can't have that," Nadia admitted. "Keep in touch, OK?"
"Deal," I agreed, then she got in her car and drove off. I
put on my shirt and headed over to Gear and Garb.
* * * * *
By some incredible accident I arrived at work just in time.
But after I clocked in, Mr. Sudstrom, the owner, called me
aside. I thought I was in some kind of trouble.
"Adam, I heard a rumor today that Bald Mountain is doing
away with sports uniforms. Have you heard anything like
that?"
"Well, yeah, at registration today, they gave everyone a
list of new school rules. And it said that all the teams in
the East Central Athletic Conference will be competing
naked."
"Oh, that's terrible," he fretted. "Every month I'm selling
less clothing than the same month a year ago. And now, none
of the athletes will be buying anything. What about
practice?"
"Same as competition."
"Yeah, I was afraid of that. Oh, this is awful."
"What about everybody else? Like people who play for fun, or
for their health?"
"You guys are the trend-setters. People see you playing
naked, they want to play naked. All right, I need to
concentrate that much more on equipment. Take your drawer
and relieve Jenna at the checkout, would you?"
Of course, I would and did. It only took a moment for us to
change cash drawers and then Jenna was gone. I can't say I
blamed her; her shift was over fair and square.
It was a pretty normal evening. Business was slow until six
thirty, then a steady flow of customers bought tennis
racquets, golf clubs, bats, mitts, shoes, and various kinds
of balls. Only about one customer in twenty or thirty was
naked, or even partially so.
Everything truly seemed right with the world until Vivian
Vivichelli appeared shortly before closing. She was dressed
(not) in her usual fashion of spiky black hairstyle and a
pair of sandals. She paused without speaking near the
checkout counter, then headed toward the golf section. A
moment later, the customer service light in that department
began flashing.
"Adam, would you get that?" boomed Mr. Sudstrom's voice over
the PA. "I'll watch the door from here." With some dread, I
headed back toward the golf section.
"I'm interested in a mashie niblick," Vivian announced.
"That would be a seven iron with a wooden shaft," I
explained. "We don't have any wooden shafts."
"Would you like one?"
"No, Vivian."
"How about you mash, I'll nibble?"
"No."
"You nibble, I'll mash?"
"No."
"Well, what kind of iron do you have?"
"Wilson, McGregor, Hogan, Titlist, Ping," I explained.
"What kind of shaft do you have?"
"Steel."
"Those pants must be baggier than they look."
"Look, Vivian; do you want to buy any golf clubs or not?"
"Let me see, ah, what did you call it?.. a seven iron."
"OK, Vivian. This is a popular club for women. It might be a
little long for you, though."
"I'll be the judge of that," she advised. "How should I hold
it?"
"Left hand high, right hand low, thumbs down and lined up
with the blade."
"Like this?"
"No, that would be the position for a baseball bat. You set
the club face on the floor."
"I'm not into that."
"It's called addressing the ball."
"You mean like, Oh! Hello Mr. Ball! Wanna go to heaven?"
"No. Do you want me to show you?"
"OK."
"So give me the club."
She refused. "When my friend took golf lessons, the
instructor stood behind her and held her hands."
"That's not gonna happen."
"Your boss is watching from the window up there," Vivian
observed. "What about customer service? Isn't the customer
always right?"
Oh brother. "OK, just this once. Here, move out in the
aisle." She made me hold her shoulders and steer her into
position.
Cautiously, I approached her from behind and reached around
to grasp her hands. Cautiously, I guided the club face onto
the floor. I could see over her shoulder, but not over her
tits. Her naked butt was against my pants. And my dick was
getting very hard!"
"I think I'm starting to get it," Vivian decided. "Where do
we go from here?"
"The backswing."
"Right here in the store? What kind of girl do you think I
am?"
"No, lean on your right foot, lift your left heel, and move
the club over your right shoulder."
"I saw a movie where people did that."
"Well, I hope it was a golf movie. No, keep your wrist
straight. Up, up, OK. Now, the power stroke."
"I could use some of that."
"Keeping your wrists straight, straighten your arms and
direct the club face toward the ball. Shift your weight onto
your left foot. Follow through until the club is over your
shoulder."
"The people in that movie did the same thing."
"Well, look; I don't want you to hit me in the head, so I'm
going to step away and let you try that. OK?"
"OK."
I swear, she tripped me. I looked around later, and there
were no lumps in the carpet or anything. All I know is that
suddenly, I was laying on the floor, and she was on top of
me. Our faces were inches apart. The rest of us was, well, I
hate to think how close the rest of us was.
"Do I get a point or anything?" Vivian wanted to know.
"No, I think you get a one stroke penalty."
"Right now?"
"No, when hell freezes over. Get off of me, OK?"
"Why? The store is closed. Your boss locked the front door."
"Well then, he's waiting to leave. Get off of me."
"No, he watching us. Hi, Mr. Boss!"
After that, I didn't care. I rolled out from under Vivian,
stood up, and spotted Mr. Sudstrom not ten feet away, at the
end of the aisle."
"Is the golf lesson over?" he asked with a smile.
"Yes, definitely," I assured him. The smile faded.
"Well then, young lady, I'll let you out." And with that, he
led Vivian to the front door and opened it.
"I'm very sorry about that," I told Mr. Sudstrom when he
returned. "That girl has been bothering me all summer."
"Oh, that's all right," he reassured me. "At least she
picked a time when business was slow. You know, though: I
think she likes you."
"That not possible," I remarked, and then I clocked out,
went home, did my weights, and crashed.
Wednesday - The Doctor, Weekend Plans, and Mom's Bombshell
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The next morning I went to swim practice at the Y as usual.
The Y, however, had started to get whacky. In particular,
Ethan and his girlfriend Caitlin were undressing near the
center of the locker room formerly known as Men's. Caitlin
was on the girl's swim team at Inner Outlands High School.
"Hi, Ethan. Hi Caitlin," I greeted them, "What's up?"
"Just practice," answered Ethan. And with that, he and
Caitlin strolled out naked toward the pool.
I just stood and thought about that for a moment or two,
then changed into my suit and started my laps. I didn't know
Caitlin very well except that she was a good swimmer and
built like it. Solid shoulders, well-muscled all over, trim
and taunt. She had attractive blonde hair cut short like
most girl swimmers. And also like most swimmers, she was
sleek and hairless everywhere else.
For the next hour I did laps as usual, concentrating mostly
on my strokes and breathing. But even so, I couldn't help
notice that several other swimmers were, like Ethan and
Caitlin, practicing naked. It was hard to imagine everyone
doing it, and even harder to imagine myself swimming and
walking on deck completely naked.
When I finished my laps, Ethan and Caitlin followed me to
the locker room. I went to fetch my locker basket, but they
proceeded directly to the showers. Based on their giggles,
they were at least washing each other and probably more. A
few other swimmers went in and showered as usual.
I sat and waited for Ethan and Caitlin to finish, get
dressed, and leave before I stripped down and headed for the
showers myself. Two more girls entered the locker room while
I was dressing, but I just minded my business and left.
* * * * *
From the Y, I drove directly to the medical building for my
doctor's appointment.
"Hi, Adam. Ready for your appointment?" the receptionist
asked.
Her name was Holly Dooley, and like receptionists almost
everywhere, she worked naked. A glass wall divided her
office from the waiting room, and the reception counter was
glass as well. Holly had been Dr. Polk's receptionist ever
since I was a little kid. Back then, of course, the wall was
solid and Holly wore normal clothes. I liked things better
that way but despite everything, Holly seemed completely at
ease.
"Sure," I replied, checking out her haircut. It was some
kind of buzz cut.
"OK, you're next in line. Please have a seat," she
encouraged.
A few moments later, Nurse Riesing called my name. To my
surprise, she was also completely naked. Well, except for
her nursing hat.
"Hi, Adam," she began after leading me to the examining
room. "You'll need to take off your clothes for the
examination."
"Don't I get a robe, or a gown, or something?" I asked.
"I can get you a gown if you want," she replied, pulling on
some latex gloves. "But most people don't bother any more.
I'm not sure we have one your size."
"OK, then, skip it," I agreed reluctantly. But while I was
undressing, I snuck a good look at Nurse Riesing and started
to get a massive erection. She was much better looking that
anyone her age ought to be. I knew she was older than my
mom, for example.
"My, aren't we healthy today?" observed Nurse Riesing.
"Perhaps this is an opportune moment for a sperm sample.
Would you like me to take it from you?"
"Is this a test?" I wondered aloud.
"Yes, exactly," said the nurse. "I'll take that as
affirmative." And within seconds, she was massaging my penis
and holding a bottle near the tip. In an instant I not only
filled the bottle, but spurted the overflow onto Nurse
Riesing!
"I hope I passed," I stated upon recovering. "I'm not gay or
anything."
"Oh no, it's not like that, " she assured me while opening a
towelette. "We need to make sure you're shooting blanks, so
that no girls get pregnant by accident. There, all clean. I
used to spoil more uniforms that way."
"I don't have contraception in my injection," I told her. "I
was going to ask for it today."
"That's OK, we'll process the sample anyway. And it was fun
taking it, wasn't it? Now, I need to take your blood, some
urine, and your vitals." Seconds later, she was jabbing my
forearm with a syringe, then she took my blood pressure and
temperature. Finally, she held something that looked like a
Mason jar with a handle in front of my penis.
"OK, go," she urged.
"You want me to pee right here?" I asked incredulously.
"Sure, as long as you're naked anyway," she replied. "We
could use the lavatory down the hall but I'd still have to
watch you."
"I don't think I can go like this," I had to insist.
"OK, please step on the scale. Looks like 6 feet, 2 inches,
181 pounds," she announced. It was all very clinical, but
even so it was unsettling to move around the office naked,
especially with a naked woman present.
"Now, let's shoot for 180, shall we?" And once again, there
was the Mason jar thing.
"I really don't think."
"Oh nonsense! Turn your head to the left and cough."
"Doesn't Doctor Polk usually do that?"
"What goes on between me and the doctor is none of your
concern. Now turn!"
Turn I did, but Nurse Reising didn't perform the examination
I expected. Instead, she grabbed my abs and gave them a
strong inward push. I went.
"Very good, Adam," she exclaimed with some delight. Then,
she then picked up a clipboard.
"OK, Adam, you told me one factor you want to change. Here's
a checklist of others you might want. Look it over, check
each one you might want, and then Doctor Polk will talk to
you. Is that OK?"
I said that it was and with that, Nurse Riesing took her
leave. I turned my attention to the checklist.
Common diseases Mandatory Includes AIDS and STD
Contraception (Male) Yes/No
Contraception (Female) Yes/No
Hair (Cranial) -5 . . . . 0 . . . . +5 0 = birth normal
Hair (Body) -5 . . . . 0 . . . . +5
Fat Retention -5 . . . . 0 . . . . +5
Cellulite -5 . . . . 0 . . . . +5
Water Retention -5 . . . . 0 . . . . +5
Musculature -5 . . . . 0 . . . . +5
Breast Size -5 . . . . 0 . . . . +5
Breast Firmness -5 . . . . 0 . . . . +5
Penis Size -5 . . . . 0 . . . . +5
Skin Renewal -5 . . . . 0 . . . . +5
Pigmentation -5 . . . . 0 . . . . +5
Libido -5 . . . . 0 . . . . +5
The first item, disease immunity, was obvious as well as
mandatory. Male Contraception: I had to get that in order to
satisfy my mom. Even though I kept the hair on my head
short, I didn't want it gone. Body hair: No, I didn't want
to start shaving for meets. My Fat Retention, Water
Retention, and Musculature were already tuned for maximum
performance within the limits allowed for competition. I
didn't want breasts. As to the remaining items, I decided to
ask the doctor about them.
I was prepared (or should I say braced) for Doctor Polk to
be as naked as Nurse Reising, but he was wearing some kind
of skin suit with a lab coat over it.
"Good morning, Adam," he began. "How's it going?"
"OK, I guess."
"That's fine, just fine," Doctor Polk stated with some
enthusiasm. "I see the nurse has taken your measurements and
fluids; that's fine, just fine. Are you feeling OK?"
"Pretty good," I replied.
"Good, that's fine, just fine. Let's have a look at you,
eh?" And with that, he checked eyes, ears, heart, lungs, and
reflexes using all the usual implements, recording each
result in his database.
"It says here you're due to review injection factors," he
noted. I already knew that. "Of course, we'll recalculate
everything based on today's tests, but do you want to make
any other changes? Let me see your checklist, there."
I have him the checklist.
"Hmmm, male contraception: Yes, I'm sure you'll be needing
that sooner or later. In fact, I'm surprised you don't have
it already. Fine, just fine. Anything else? I see you left
some of the questions blank."
"Well, yeah, uh, maybe penis size. My, uh, mom suggested
it."
"A lot of young guys are doing it," Doctor Polk said.
"Actually, a lot of older guys are doing it, too. Ahem. You
seem to have a pretty good head start, though. How much
bigger do you want?"
"I'm not real sure," I responded. "But my mom thinks I ought
to do it, and I just found out yesterday that swim team is
going to be naked this year. I wouldn't want to look, uh,
small."
"Do you generally wear pants?" the doctor asked.
"Uh, yeah," What kind of question was that?
"And you dive at the start of a race, right?"
"Yes."
"Well, given those factors, you probably shouldn't get too
aggressive for now. Hmm. Maybe a +3, how does that sound?"
I had no idea what +3 meant, except that it was the middle
of a one to five scale.
"Yeah, OK. What's Cellulite?"
"That's that wrinkly stuff that forms behind the thighs and
butt. You got wrinkly thighs and butt?
"I dunno."
"Stand up and turnaround. You don't," judged the doctor.
"What about Skin Renewal?"
"Well, basically, we trick the body into growing a new skin.
People are usually 35 or 40 years old before they need that.
Nurse Reising had it, for example, and now she has the skin
of a 25-year-old. But your skin looks fine for now."
"Is it the same deal with Pigmentation?" I wondered.
"Well, that controls how dark your skin will be. -5 is an
albino; +5 is pretty much the blackest guy on Earth. Do you
have trouble with sunburn?"
"Sometimes"
"Well, how about +1, then? That'll cut down on the sunburn
and give you a nice overall tan."
"Uh, I always wear a suit at the pool, or the beach, or
whatever," I interjected.
"Well, even so, this will give you a permanent, uniform,
overall tan. Is that what you want?"
"Yeah, OK, " I replied. "What's Libido?"
"Oh, that means sex drive. How many hours a day are you
erect?"
This was getting weird; I sure wasn't going to admit having
a hard on for several hours a day. The words, "Fifteen or
twenty minutes," somehow escaped my lips.
"Oh my, that's way below average, especially with the way
people dress these days. We'll need to fix that. How about
stamina?"
"What do you mean?"
"Can you cum as frequently as you'd like? And what about the
quantity?"
"The quantity?
"Do you want bigger loads?"
How do you answer a question like that? "I don't cum too
often, or very much," I explained.
"Say no more," said Doctor Polk. "OK, anything else?"
"Like what?" I mean, we'd reached the end of the list.
"Well, there are always new things coming out. Pointed ears;
vampire fangs; that sort of thing. No? I didn't think so. I
can't prescribe the psychiatric stuff but I can give you a
recommendation if you're having a problem. Depressed?
Inhibited? Excitable? Overly angry? Trouble sleeping? No?
Well, if there's nothing else, it's been good to see you
again. Schedule your injection for Friday and if nothing
comes up, I'll see you again in six months. OK?"
"Fine with me," I said. "Can I get dressed now?"
"Oh, that's right, you said you wear clothes. Sure, go ahead
and get dressed. See you in six months," he said, and then I
was alone.
After he left I put on my clothes and headed toward to the
receptionist's window. Nurse Reising was chatting with a lab
technician in the hallway, and I nearly ran into her. Holly
gave me an appointment at 9:00 AM Friday and I headed out to
the car.
* * * * *
I was just walking across the parking lot when my PDA
signaled a call from Dan, "What's up?" I answered.
"Hey, Adam, listen. My aunt and uncle were supposed to be
visiting this weekend, but now they can't make it. So my
folks say we can have the cottage. You wanna drive up to the
lake for the weekend?"
"Oh man, that'd be great," I replied. "I gotta ask my mom,
though. She or my dad might have something planned. Who else
is coming?"
"Ben is coming for sure, and Teah says she'll come as long
as she's not the only girl. Is there anyone you can ask?"
"What about Ben?"
"Ben's not a girl."
"No; I mean, is Ben bringing anyone?"
"We're working on that. So, you gonna ask your mom?"
"No Dan, I don't date my mother."
"For permission."
"Definitely. I'll call you back."
Now, I could have called my mom in a matter of seconds. In
retrospect, I probably should have. Things might have turned
out different. But since I was only a few blocks from her
real estate office, I decided to surprise her with a visit
just because I hadn't done it for a while.
Within minutes I was at the office. Then I was at the naked
receptionist, who told me my mom was at her desk. Then I
went back to find her. And witnessed the most shocking
revelation of my young life! My mom's head was on the body
of a naked woman!
"Mom?" I asked incredulously.
The naked body jerked, then dropped its pencil. "Hi, Adam,"
the head answered nervously. "Well, I guess this is quite a
surprise."
"Mom, is that you? And where are your clothes?"
"Yes, Adam, it's me, and my clothes are out in the car.
Let's go in the conference room and talk about it, OK?"
I said sure, it was OK, even though it wasn't. I was in such
a state of shock that I just followed her lead. But I
regretted that decision the moment she stood up and began
leading me to the conference room. I mean, there was my
mother's naked back, naked butt, naked thighs, and naked
everything strolling though a public place, with me just a
few feet behind! I tried keeping my eyes on the back of her
head but then I kept bumping into things. And worse, the
more I though about not looking at her, the bigger and
harder my dick became! And this was my mother!
Mom ushered me into the conference room, closed the door,
and sat down. Her boobs were kind of resting on the
conference table. How could I look? How could I not look?
How could this be happening?
"Adam, first I want to apologize for the way this happened.
Obviously, at some point, I was going to tell you about
this, but I knew it would upset you and I kept putting it
off."
"How long have you been doing this? Is it every day? And
why? Does Dad know?"
"OK, Adam, here's the story. I've been selling real estate
for quite a while, and our family has a good income because
of it. I used to sell about 50 houses a year, which is about
one a week. Well, last year I sold 35. Then in the first
three months of this year, I sold 5. And it's not because of
a lousy market; housing sales generally are up."
"There was no mystery why this was happening. We had 18
agents, of which 15 were dressing conservatively and 3 were
going naked. All 15 conservative agents had declining sales,
and all the naked agents had increasing sales. The national
office confirmed the same trend; most home buyers enjoy
having a naked agent to look at."
"Well, you can like the facts or dislike the facts, but you
can't deny them. Four more agents started working naked, and
all four had banner sales the first month. So your dad and I
talked it over, and I changed my injection factors, and here
I am. Sales are great, by the way. It's kind of embarrassing
sometimes but I'm gradually getting over that."
I was stunned. "So, you get up in the morning, get dressed,
send us kids to school, then drive over here and take your
clothes off?"
"Yes, that's about it."
"How do your clothes end up in the car?"
"I take `em off in the parking lot and throw `em in the
trunk. We found out it freaks the clients if we open a
closet and they see our clothes hanging there."
"So you strip right there in the parking lot?"
"Look, Adam, I know this is hard for you. But think about
it. A client comes to the office, we get introduced, we talk
about their needs, and then select some properties. Then we
walk out to the car, drive to property, and I show them
around. So I'm naked in the parking lot anyway. What
difference does it make?"
"And Dad thinks all this is OK?"
"Adam, your dad is an airline pilot. Every day he works with
naked flight attendants, naked tickets agents, and now even
naked security agents. Occasionally he gets a naked co-
pilot. So he understands the place of nakedness in the
workplace. What's the matter, Adam? I haven't seen you fret
like this since the third grade."
"You're my MOM! Where am I supposed to look?"
"Adam, look wherever you like. Hundreds of people see me
naked every day. You're my son. I bore you; I nursed you; I
gave you baths; I changed your dirty diapers. It's as
natural as life can be. Now, what brought you here in the
first place?"
"Dan wants to know if I can go up to the lake with him this
weekend."
"Adam, stop staring out that window and look at me. I mean,
these are just boobs, that's all. You sucked on `em several
times a day for almost two years. I realize you probably
don't remember that, but it's your loss, not my problem.
Surely you see boobs every day. That girl you were with
yesterday was showing. Now, who else is going?"
"Dan's inviting Ben and Teah as well as me," I replied. "But
he's hoping Ben and I can find some girls to come along,
because Teah doesn't want to be the only one."
"You asked for contraception this morning, right?"
"Yes,"
"And you're getting your injection before you leave?"
"Yes. But I'm not planning on doing anything."
"Well, fine, then. Your dad's going to be flying all weekend
anyway. Are you coming home Monday night?"
"Yeah, I suppose."
"Well, I want you home by dark. That'll reduce the risk of
an accident and anyway, Tuesday is the first day of school.
You'll need your sleep. Is that OK?"
"Yes, Mom. Thanks."
"Now, give me a hug."
"What! Mom, you're naked!"
"Really? I hadn't noticed. Come on now, we'll still have one
layer of clothing between us," and with that, she stood up.
I suppose a lot of it was her injection, but once I took a
good look at her, I realized she really was a fairly
attractive and professional-looking naked real estate agent.
So I gave her a big hug, felt her back, and gave her a kiss
on the neck.
"Whoa, cowboy," exclaimed Mom after a moment. That's when I
realized I was hard. "I think you're getting used to this
idea."
I stammered.
"Do you have to be at work, or do you have time for lunch?"
Mom asked.
"I better get to work," I replied. Despite myself, I felt
like hugging her again. Maybe even giving her a pat on the
butt. But instead, I turned to leave.
"Am I supposed to keep this a secret?" I asked before
opening the door.
"No, not especially. I mean, every day I work, people see me
naked. But don't tell Effie and Jeffie, OK? I'll let them
know in my own way."
"Is it working?"
"Well, I sold seven homes last month."
This was just too weird for words.
* * * * *
I was in a dark mood as I left the real estate office.
People were giving me funny looks but I didn't care; I just
wanted to get out of there. As quickly as I could, I jumped
in the car and pulled out of my parking space. That's when I
remembered having a call to make.
There was a bank next to the real estate office so, feeling
stupid, I pulled into the parking lot and told my PDA to
call Nadia. A few seconds, her face appeared on-screen. She
was wearing her candy-striper hat.
"Hi Nadia, it's Adam," I stated redundantly. "You at the
hospital?"
"Yeah, can you wait a minute? I'm just finishing with this
patient."
"Sure," I replied, then the screen went black. After a
couple of minutes delay, Nadia's smiling face and text
information reappeared.
"Adam, you there? What's up?"
"Dan's family has a cottage on Dhrystone Lake and some of us
are going there for the Labor Day weekend. I thought maybe
you'd like to come along."
"That's kind of major for a first date, don't you think?"
"Well, we had that Coke date. And this is kind of a group
thing, not really a date."
"Who else is going?"
"Dan and Ben. Dan's friend Teah is coming too, if she won't
be the only girl. Are you OK with that? Dan and Teah, I
mean."
"Oh, Dan and I were over long ago. What about Ben?"
"He's not a girl."
"No, I mean, is he bringing anyone? Wait; you're not asking
me just so Teah will go with Dan, are you?"
"I really don't know about Ben. He doesn't have a steady
girlfriend right now but I suppose he knows some people to
ask. And no, I'm asking because we seemed to hit it off
yesterday. You won't be Dan's meal ticket."
"What's the cottage like?"
"There's a couple of bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen, and
a screen porch. It's right on the lake. You can go swimming
or hiking. Dan's family has a boat that's good for water
skiing or for just cruising around. It's nice."
"Is this for all three days?"
"That's the plan for now. We'd leave on Friday, and my mom
wants me to be home by dark Monday. That's because of the
traffic and because of school starting Thursday."
"OK. Adam, I'm pretty sure I want to go, but let me think
about this and talk to my aunt. Is that OK?"
"Sure."
"Where are you going to be later on today?"
"I'm working at Gear and Garb until closing. That's 8:00
PM."
"OK, I'll get back to you today. Hey, thanks, Adam. You're a
great guy."
"I like you too," I replied, then I disconnected.
* * * * *
As I'd been speaking, various people entered and left the
real estate office: some naked and some clothed. Men, too.
Naked, I mean. Nothing but sandals and a briefcase. Then Mom
came out, naked as the day she was born except for a pair of
sandals. Two more naked women followed, then a naked guy and
a guy in clothes. Talking and joking, they all piled into a
large SUV. The naked guy was behind the wheel, and he pulled
out of the lot. I suppose they were going to lunch.
I saw it; I believed it; and I still couldn't cope with it.
My mom was running around town naked, socializing with other
naked people, and it was supposed to be OK. Except that it
wasn't, at least not for me.
I was at a complete loss. I laid back in the car seat,
exhaled, and silently watched the clouds go by. The clouds
were high and white, and they caught the sunlight perfectly.
The wind pushed them slowly across my field of vision.
Occasionally, a bird flew by.
A rap on the car door broke my concentration. "You can't
sleep here like that," a voice from behind announced. "Do
you have any weapons?"
"No," I replied, placing my hands on the steering wheel.
"Please get out of the car, sir," the voice commanded. "And
do it slowly, please."
I did, and faced my accuser. It was a middle-aged guy
wearing a dark blue service hat, a shoulder holster, black
running shoes, and nothing in between. The hat had a badge
above the visor. The holster strap displayed a name tag
reading Flagg. "Are you a cop?" I asked incredulously.
"No, I'm the bank guard," Flagg replied. "What are you doing
dressed like that?"
"This is how I always dress," I explained. It was a t-shirt
and shorts. What could be wrong with that?
"Sorry sir, but I'll need to take you in," Flagg replied.
"Please put your hands on top of the patrol car. I'll just
be a minute."
I did, then Flagg fetched a bedsheet from the trunk and
wrapped it around me. The sheet was printed with the picture
of a naked guy, so passers by would see him instead of me in
my clothes. Then, he made a call on his PDA.
Moments later, two more guards emerged from the bank. They
were both women, both tall, both heavily muscled, and both
naked. Flagg pushed me into the back seat of his patrol car,
then one of the women sat on each side of me. Flagg got
behind the wheel and started driving.
"What did I do?" I asked.
"Anything you say can and will be used against you," warned
the woman on my left. After that, I just sat back, enjoyed
the ride, and tried to ignore the two naked women probing my
shorts for evidence.
To my great surprise, Flagg didn't drive me to the police
station; he drove me to school! The hallways were packed
with students and teachers, all completely naked!
The two female guards steered me into the office and there
were my mom, my coach Ms. Sprite, the school nurse Ms.
Nystrom, the assistant principal Mr. Sippling, and Nadia
Blosser! And they were all naked! Nadia didn't even have her
skirt! The guards made me sit in a straight-backed chair,
then Mom began her lecture.
"Adam, you need to stop this behavior," she insisted. "At a
bank, for goodness sake. Adam, people don't like it when you
hide yourself from them. They feel rejected. It's antisocial
of you."
"Did anyone else go along with this?" Assistant Sippling
asked.
"No, I was a lone assailant, sitting there in my car,
minding my own business," I explained.
"But Flagg here saw you! Anyone else walking by would also
have seen you hiding yourself," Nurse Nystrom observed,
standing with her breast just inches from my face. "It's
just not healthy to conceal yourself in, you know, clothing,
or anything else. You could be arrested for indecent
concealment!"
"Now Adam, I hate to do this, but we'll need to administer
the usual treatment once again," Mr. Sippling announced.
"Hopefully, this time it'll make an impression. Let's go."
The guards made me stand up, then they dragged me though a
series of doors. Suddenly, I was on the auditorium stage and
the room was packed! Every seat had a naked student or
teacher, and more were standing along the walls and the
doorways. Some were laughing, some were jeering, and some
were chanting, "Aaa-dam! Aaa-dam! Aaa-dam!"
The two female guards held me by the arms and made me face
the audience. Flagg ripped away my sheet and the crowd
roared all the more.
"Does someone have a scissors?" asked Assistant Sippling.
Someone had a scissors, all right; it was Vivian Vivichelli,
entering from stage left! As the two guards held me in
place, Vivian deftly sliced from my shirt from my waist to
my neck until it fell away! Then, she sliced my shorts from
hem to waist! My precious clothes became rags and fell from
my body in tatters. How would I ever repair them? How would
I ever find more?
Standing in front of the whole school, wearing only my
underwear, I nearly passed out. But Vivian continued
cutting! In no time at all, my last vestige of coverage was
eliminated!
Then began the real treatment! The two female guards pointed
my naked dick at the audience, then held me in place while
Mom began massaging my neck and shoulders!
Ms. Sprite and Nurse Nystrom were next; slowly and
exquisitely they rubbed their big nipples against my tiny
ones. The crowd howled and roared. I was so embarrassed that
I forced my eyes shut and tried to ignore incessant cheers
and touts. Then, Sprite and Nystrom began sucking my nipples
and rubbing my butt cheeks! As my dick rose, so did the
raucous noise of the audience. "More! More! More!" they
chanted.
Nadia responded with enthusiasm. Working from behind me, she
stroked my balls and smeared something gooey around my
asshole!
Vivian strutted around the stage, toying with the audience
and raising her arms to beg their applause. Then, with great
fanfare, she dropped to her knees in front of me and began
kissing my cock. The crowd went wild and despite myself, so
did I! My head felt like it was going to explode and so did
my cock! I could feel my erection pulse with each heartbeat,
and the heartbeats were getting aster and faster!
Vivian held her arms outward, then wrapped her lips around
my raging cock. I was in agony. Then, she began sucking me
harder than seemed humanly possible. And simultaneously she
began massaging the bottom of my cock with her tongue!
I'd never been so embarrassed in my life! How did I get
myself into these situations? I felt like I was going to
explode! And then I did, all over Vivian! I filled her mouth
far beyond her capacity to swallow. The excess spewed into
her hair, down her chin and across her breasts. It oozed
over her abs, flowed across her pussy, and trickled down her
legs onto the floor. One of the guards stepped in a pool of
it and almost lost her balance. Still kneeling with my cock
in her mouth, Vivian extended her arms andsignaled thumbs up
with both hands. Incredibly, the din of the crowd reached a
new peak.
Eventually, of course, I was spent. The crowd stood in awe.
Then Vivian stood up, turned around, displayed her cum-
covered body, and raised her arms in victory. The audience
roared and then began the chant, "Viv-ian! Viv-ian! Viv-
ian!" I was beside myself. How would I ever live this down?
"You see, Adam, being naked is natural and enjoyable," said
Mom.
"If you wouldn't insist on wearing clothes, you wouldn't
have to endure these sessions," explained Nurse Nystrom.
"You can't sleep here," said Flagg.
"Huh?"
"You can't sleep in the bank parking lot," he repeated,
still behind me. "On a warm day like this, you could
suffocate. Are you waiting for someone?"
I could do with a bit of Vivian, I thought. Despite myself.
"Ah, no, I'll be moving along," I told the guard.
"Well, drive safely and have a nice day," he said. Then he
stepped aside and watched as I backed out of my spot and
pulled away. He in his long-sleeved blue shirt and dark
pants.
* * * * *
By getting lunch at a drive-through and eating at red
lights, I managed to arrive at work only a few minutes late.
Mr. Sudstrom didn't make an issue of it.
The customers that afternoon were refreshingly normal. A
mother and daughter bought new tennis racquets. A hiker
bought global positioning software for his PDA. Two guys
bought rock-climbing gear. A businessman bought two dozen
expensive golf balls. We had a run on picnic coolers and
water jugs. Everyone wore normal, casual clothes.
Dan called at about 3:00 PM and suggested getting together
on Thursday to plan our lake trip. We decided to meet for
lunch at his house.
A little before 4:00 PM Nadia dropped by to tell me she'd be
coming along. She was wearing a little white tennis skirt
and a white shoulder bag.
With that taken care of, I called Jenna and asked if she
could work my hours over the weekend. She agreed.
At 5:00 I punched out and headed home.
* * * * *
When I got home, Mom and Dad were watching television in the
living room. It was one those dumb Westerns where most of
the cowboys and all of the saloon girls are naked. Ratings,
apparently, were more important than historical accuracy.
Mom herself, I noted with relief, was wearing normal house
clothes.
"Adam, is that you?" Mom called. "Would you come here for a
few minutes?
"Yeah, what?"
"Would you call Effie and Jeffie?"
I did. Then, when everyone was in the living room, Mom
began.
"Kids, there's something I need to tell you. It's not bad,
and no one's in trouble. But a few things are changing and I
need to tell you about them."
The twins listened attentively.
"Uh, well, I'm sure you kids have noticed that almost every
commercial or advertisement these days has naked people in
it. The people who buy things like to look at naked people,
and so if you want to get their attention, you have to be
naked."
The twins listened attentively.
"Well, as you know, I sell houses for a living. The longer I
wore clothes, the harder it became to sell houses. Finally,
I was selling so few houses that we had trouble paying our
bills. And so, although it was very difficult for me, I
started selling houses naked."
The twins continued listening attentively, as if they were
still waiting for the big announcement. Mom seemed a little
flustered at their reaction, or lack thereof, but she
continued.
"Because the house buyers always see me naked, I'm selling
more houses than ever, now."
The twins were still waiting for the bombshell.
"Well, up until now, I've always worn clothes when I left
the house, then taken them off when I got the office. But
that's getting to be a nuisance, so I'm thinking about
getting naked before I leave home."
Effie and Jeffie continued waiting and listening.
"That means you might see me naked when I'm leaving for
work, or getting home."
The twins remained silent and attentive until they realized
Mom was done talking. Then Effie asked, "Are you going to
get naked now?"
Mom obviously hadn't planned on this reaction. But Dad
motioned her to get on (or, so to speak, off) with it and
Mom stepped out of her housedress. As it turned out, that
was all she had on.
"You have nice tits," Effie remarked. I don't think Jeffie
or I could have gotten away with a remark like that, but
Effie did because she's a girl.
"Is that all?" Jeffie asked, as if he'd expected something
important.
"Yes, that's all," Mom announced. "I just though you kinds
should be prepared."
"Can we go to school naked?" Effie suddenly asked.
"Your dad and I will have to talk about that," Mom replied.
"Was anyone else in your class naked last year?"
"Yes, five or six," replied Effie and Jeffie, almost in
unison.
"What about other places?" asked Effie.
"My friend Scott goes naked everywhere," Jeffie added.
"Brandy and Randy always go naked," Effie remarked.
"Your dad and I will talk about it," Mom decided. "OK,
that's all.
"Kewl," said both Effie and Jeffie, exchanging significant
glances. Then both of them ran upstairs.
"Are you OK with this, Adam?" Dad asked. "You seemed the
most uncomfortable."
"It's hard for me, Dad. Our family has always worn clothes.
I've always worn clothes. My friends have always worn
clothes. Naked people embarrass me, and I can't imagine
being naked myself. Does that make me a prude, or shy, or a
loser, or what?"
"No, Adam it makes you none of those things. But being
around naked people and being naked yourself is becoming
part of our society. I think everyone needs to learn how to
live with it."
"Well, how would you like it if somebody forced you to be
naked, Dad?"
"I don't know, but I might find out sooner than you think,"
he replied. "Now, finish anything you need to do and get
your rest, eh? Your mom and I have some things to discuss."
I did my weights, then spent the rest of the evening in my
room, wondering what the world was coming to.
Thursday - More Workouts and More Plans
---------------------------------------
The next morning I woke up as usual and headed down to the Y
for workouts. As I neared the locker rooms, I saw Ethan and
Caitlin enter what used to be Men's, with three more girls
and two naked guys right behind them. No one seemed to be
using the former Women's room, however, so with some
trepidation, that's where I went.
Inside, the former Women's room wasn't much different from
the former Men's. Of course there were no urinals, but the
tiles, lockers, and benches were the same. The showers had
partitions rather than being open.
As usual I took a basket, unrolled my towel, and began
changing into my suit. Then, an unusually tall girl parked
beside me and began removing her clothes. I'd seen her
practicing but we'd never spoken.
"I don't think I've seen you in here before," she remarked.
There I stood in my underwear, looking straight ahead and
eye-to-eye with her. She was fully 6' 2".
It took all my will power not to panic. I mean, there I was,
caught in the Women's locker room! But somehow I managed to
avoid turning beet red. Finally, I managed to stammer, "It
was getting weird in the other room."
"You mean boys and girls changing together? It goes on over
here as well," she replied casually. She had a gorgeous face
and silky auburn hair, much longer than most swimmers.
Without fanfare she removed her blouse and shorts.
"Lately, they've been doing a lot more than change clothes,"
I explained. By now, she was removing her bra and looking me
straight in the eye. "Uh, hi, my name is Adam Jonson, by the
way. I go to Bald Mountain."
"Hi, Adam, I'm Heather Quinn. I swim for Outer Midlands High
School. I think I've seen you at some of the meets."
Casually she dropped her panties and tossed them into her
basket. "Are you going to finished getting undressed?"
"Uh, yeah," I replied. Then, I turned a little away from her
and dropped my shorts. "Are you putting on a suit?"
"I haven't decided," Heather replied. "Do you think I
should?"
"I wish everybody still wore a suit. Seeing naked people, or
worse yet, being naked, just embarrasses me. I guess that
makes me a wimp."
"Well, to tell you truth, it bothers me a bit, too," she
responded, still completely naked and showing no signs of
stress. "I brought a suit just in case, so I guess I'll wear
it. Is this your suit? And are you going to take off your
underwear?"
"Uh, yeah." This was getting weird but somehow I got my
boxers off and tossed them in my basket. "Can I have my suit
now?"
"Here, let me help you with it," Heather offered. Then, she
sat on the changing bench, spread her fingers inside my
suit, and held the waistband open for me.
"You want to dress me?"
"Sure, why not? You're the one who wants to wear a suit. And
this is the only way I'm giving it to you."
I tried stepping into one leg hole and wobbled. Then, to
make natters worse, two more tall girls entered the room:
one blonde and clothed, the other brunette and naked. And of
course, they took an immediate interest in watching Heather
dress me.
"Hold my shoulders," Heather instructed. "And say hello to
Ginger and Jasmine. They swim for Outer Midlands, too. Oh,
and we all play volleyball. We're actually better at
volleyball"
"I'm Jasmine," said the blonde with clothes.
"That makes me Ginger," explained the naked brunette.
Somehow, after steadying myself, I got one leg through the
hole. But with Heather seated and leaning forward, her face
was only inches from my dick! And with each passing moment,
my dick was getting closer!"
"He has a nice one, don't you think?" observed the naked
Ginger.
"How does it feel?" Jasmine wanted to know. Stripping
rapidly, she was moments away from being naked herself.
Embarrassing as hell, I wanted to say, but then Heather
began sliding one finger of her free hand up and down my
member. "He feels nice," she observed. "Nice and hard and
smooth."
"Can I try?" asked Jasmine.
"Sure," Heather replied, serving up my cock by lifting it
from beneath. Jasmine copped a feel.
"Can we finish this?" I asked with some anxiety.
Heather continued stroking me. "What do you say, girls?" she
asked.
"Never on the first date," Ginger replied.
"Bad luck, Adam; it's time for the other leg and no, not the
middle one," Heather proclaimed. Somehow I got my other leg
through the hole, then all three girls joined in pulling my
suit up. Thank goodness it wasn't on backwards; we'd have
been forced to repeat the procedure.
"Is that comfy, Adam, or should we help you with that third
leg?" Jasmine wanted to know. She was completely naked now.
I was speechless.
"No, me next," Heather urged, handing me her suit.
I was dumbfounded. I was frozen. I was feeling the inside of
a girl's swimsuit. A very thin lycra suit that weighed at
most a few ounces. With bra supports.
"Uh, OK," I stammered. Then I stuck both hands inside the
suit and held it open for her.
This time, it was Heather standing and me seated. As she
stepped one leg into her suit, there was no way to avoid
seeing and smelling her pussy. Unlike most swimmers, she had
pubic hair. Not much, but enough for effect. Her scent was
powerful and exotic. I almost reached out to touch her as
she'd touched me, but she stopped me by stepping into the
other leg hole. Her legs were fantastic: long, thin, well
muscled, and smooth. Very smooth.
"Well, pull up the straps," Heather commanded me. So I stood
and pulled one strap over each shoulder.
"That's not comfy," she complained. "Arrange me."
"Where?"
"My tits. The suit is pinching them."
This couldn't be happening. But somehow, I slipped one hand
inside her left cup and used the other to relax the fabric.
Her breast was extremely firm, much as I supposed Vivian's
to be, and much like those of other female athletes.
Eventually, the fit seemed satisfactory, so I repeated the
procedure on her other side.
"Now me," said Ginger, the one who'd walked in naked.
"Where's your suit?" I asked, wondering if this was a trick
question.
"I'll get it," she replied, then she sauntered over to a
rental basket.
"What about you, Jasmine? Do you need help with your suit as
well?"
"No, I didn't bring one. My loss, unless you want to
pretend. Or loan me yours."
"I'm kind of in a hurry to start my laps," I sputtered.
"Lapping on the first date isn't my style," she shot back.
"But you're fast for a swim guy, aren't you? Oh, here's
Ginger." And suddenly, my head was inside a girl's bathing
suit! The business end!
Dutifully and carefully I pulled the suit off my head and
held it open for Ginger. She, however, stood with her back
to me. This meant that that I had to rotate her suit 180
degrees and reach around her to hold it. But more
significantly it meant that my face was rubbing her butt!
"That's good, but could you not breathe so heavily?" Ginger
asked. "I feel a strange draft."
"I'll try," I promised but the situation inside my suit was
getting desperate. I'm not sure what was erotic about having
my chin in some girl's butt crack but there it was. Oh yeah,
it certainly was!
Eventually Ginger got her legs through the proper openings
and I pulled up her suit. At that point, I couldn't resist
feeling her hips and dragging my fingertips up her sides.
Then I hooked her shoulder straps and adjusted her bra cups.
And adjusted them. And adjusted them. And adjusted them.
Like Heather's, they were firm as footballs but I was
starting to view that in a more positive manner.
Ginger, meanwhile, had started rocking her butt across my
hips. OK, across my cock. Heather and Jasmine seemed amused
at this, and began massaging my shoulders and butt.
The tension inside my suit grew and grew. Oh baby, did it
grow! Ginger writhed against me harder and harder, then
Heather worked her hand inside my suit and it was all over.
All over me; all over my suit; all over Ginger; and all over
Ginger's suit. I was weak. I was ashamed. I was afraid. I
was in heaven.
"Hey, no stopping," Ginger objected. "I'm still not comfy."
Then she turned around and put my hand over her mons.
"Here," she instructed.
At that point I was so gone it didn't matter. I sat on the
changing bench, stretched the fabric of Ginger's suit
downward, and turned her sideways. Then, I worked opened the
leg hole and probed inside. I was certainly no expert at
pussies, but I was pretty sure they weren't as warm and
juicy as Ginger's all the time. Slowly and carefully, with
my eyes closed, I began exploring her sex.
"Not there, higher," Ginger instructed. "Yeah, there. No,
deeper. Not so hard. Yes. Faster. Slower. That's it. That's
it. That's it! That's it! Oh!" she screamed, or words to
that effect. She garbled the last part. She stiffened. She
shook. She screamed. The echo reverberated throughout the
room. By the time she quieted down, she'd drawn a
considerable audience (considerable, that is, for 7:00 AM on
a Thursday morning at the Y). They applauded, though I
wasn't sure for whom. I pretty much kept to myself.
"What do you think?" Heather asked Jasmine.
"I'd give him a five point six," Jasmine replied.
"No, I mean, do we want next?"
"Naw, we better swim some laps. That's what we came for."
"This suit is ruined," Ginger observed truthfully. The back
was stained with semen and the front with pussy juice.
Ginger stepped out of the suit, threw it in the trash, and
remarked, "Well, it was on its last legs anyway. Let's go."
With that, the three volleyball players and one swimsuit
left the locker room and began their laps. Their audience
left as well, leaving me sitting on the changing bench with
slop on my hands, slop on my thighs, and slop in my suit. I
couldn't believe what had just happened, and what I'd just
done. I was ashamed more than anything else. But I still
needed to do my laps.
After a few moments reflection (and a quick check that no
one was watching) I dashed to the shower and washed myself
down. Frantically, I pulled off my suit, washed my dick, and
gave the suit a good rinse. When I put the suit back on, it
was wet - and therefore a uniform color - all over.
I was expecting more cheers and jeers when I entered the
pool area, but everyone was busy with their workouts. So, I
launched myself into the water and began my routine.
The water was just what I needed. Methodically I swam my
laps, concentrating entirely on my movements, my breathing,
my poise, and the flow of water around me. I barely knew
anyone else was there or, for that matter, that the rest of
the world existed. I was in my zone. It was great.
When the set was over I grabbed a towel and headed to the
bleachers for a rest. I was sitting sideways, staring at the
wall when Ginger came and sat beside me.
"I hope we didn't go too far with that," she began.
"Waddya mean?"
"Well, us girls were just goofing around, you know, just
having fun. I hope you don't feel bad about it. Are you
going to look at me?"
Of course, I knew she'd still be naked. But I kept my eyes
level and turned to see her face. She was quite attractive,
actually, especially all wet. It made her hair look sleek,
and it accentuated her nose and cheeks.
"No, it's OK. That was my first time in, uh, that locker
room. Is this sort of thing typical in there?"
"No, guys hardly ever use that room. I mean, it doesn't make
any difference any more; there's no such thing as Men's and
Women's. But most guys still go to the locker room that used
to be theirs. What made you switch, by the way? Do you mind
my asking?"
"Well, this is going to sound stupid, but there was too much
funny business going on over there," I explained.
"Didn't work, huh? Do you always stare into a girl's eyes
like that?"
"No, it's just that I don't know where else to look. I don't
want to get caught looking where I shouldn't."
"What's your name? Adam?"
"Yes."
"Adam, you've already seen and touched pretty much all there
is. If you want to look again, look. I don't mind looking at
you, either. You're quite a hunk, you know."
"Yeah, people tell me that occasionally. I just work on my
swimming, that's all." The pool water glistening on her tits
gave them a certain radiance.
"Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just glad to see
me?" Ginger asked.
"I'm sorry," I apologized.
"Sorry? About what?" Then she moved closer to me, so our
legs were touching. Our smooth, wet, slippery legs.
"Well, I mean, about making myself, uh, obvious."
"Obvious? I'm the one who's walking around naked, Adam. If
anyone should feel obvious, it's me."
"So, do you?"
"Well, yeah, this is pretty new for me. If it weren't for
this naked rule about volleyball, I probably wouldn't do it
and we wouldn't be having this conversation. But since I do
have to walk around naked, I expect to get reactions from
guys. It would be depressing if I didn't. Anyway, won't you
be competing naked yourself?"
"That's what they tell me."
"What about practice? We have to be naked for practice as
well."
"Same here."
"So, what's with the suit? Are you shy?"
"Yeah, I guess. I just grew up always wearing clothes, you
know? Everybody in my family wore clothes, everybody in my
school, everybody in church. People even wore clothes on
television, at least until recently."
"Well, I hope you get past this, Adam. I can see you're a
great swimmer. It would be a shame if a little thing like a
swimsuit kept you out of competition. Anyway, I hope you're
not angry with us for what happened in the locker room."
"No, it's OK. It was going to happen sometime, I guess."
"What? Adam, was that the first time for you?"
"Uh, with a girl."
"Are you gay, then?"
"No."
"Oh. Ohmigosh. Oh, Adam, I'm sorry. Are you sure it's OK?"
"Yeah, it was kind of tense for me, but it was fun, too.
Thank you."
"You wanna do it again?"
"Not today, that's for sure."
"OK, that's fine. Can I give you my number anyway?"
"My PDA is in my locker basket."
"Well, let's go in the locker room and exchange numbers
then. I'll give you Heather's and Jasmine's too. The three
of us always hang around together, and none of us are
exclusive with guys."
"OK, but no funny business this time."
Ginger promised everything would be up and up, which I
presumed to mean nothing arousing would happen. And it
didn't. Until after we'd exchanged numbers and she gave me a
big hug. But that was only for a moment, then we each headed
back to the pool for another set. A small crowd had gathered
around the locker room door, but we just passed them by.
* * * * *
The three girls worked out for another forty-five minutes,
then packed up and headed wherever they were going for the
day. I swam until pool time was up, and was therefore one of
the last to leave. I had the locker room to myself except
for some guy and his girlfriend showering together in the
last stall. I left quietly, taking time only to read a
notice someone had posted on both sides of the locker room
door.
ATTENTION
Both locker rooms at the YPCA will be closed for
renovation starting Friday before Labor Day. This
is to remove the wall which currently divides the
locker room in half, and to implement a new floor
plan.
Please remove all personal items, including those
stored in rental baskets, by closing time
Thursday.
Members who wear clothing during Y activities, or
while traveling to or from the Y, may change in
the hallway, the parking lot, or regular activity
areas.
Fortunately, I thought, school was about to start and the
new gym would have its own pool. But I did clear out my
rental basket.
I was on my way home when my PDA announced a call from Dan.
I told it to accept the call using the car speakers.
"Adam, it's Dan," he began. Of course, I knew that, but some
customs never change. And anyway, using the car speakers
disabled the incoming video, so I wouldn't be distracted
from the road.
"What's up?"
"I was hoping you could show up early today. We've been
getting low output from our hydrogen still and I want to
make sure we have enough fuel for the trip Friday."
I'd become somewhat of an expert on hydrogen stills the
previous summer, when I worked as a helper for my uncle's
still company. At least, I knew more than Dan did.
"How's fifteen or twenty minutes?" I asked.
"Great. See you then, then," he replied, and then he closed
the connection.
Not ten seconds later, the PDA announced a call from
Heather. I told the PDA to accept that one, too.
"Dan, it's Heather," she began. "I was just talking with
Ginger. I'm really sorry if we freaked you out."
"It's OK," I replied.
"No, I mean, we thought you came in that locker room to mess
around. And now it seems you came there because you didn't
want to mess around."
"That's OK, Heather. I guess it's going to start happening
everywhere."
"Well, thanks, but I'm still sorry. Hey look, are you doing
anything this weekend?"
"I'm going up to Dhrystone Lake with some friends."
"That's fantastic! So are we! Jasmine's family has a summer
house and a boat. Maybe we could meet up!"
"Maybe, but I'm supposed to be with my friends."
"OK, well, anyway, I'm going to send you the comm number and
address of Jasmine's summer house. Is that OK?"
"Sure. Look, thanks for calling. Yeah, I'm doing fine. No, I
don't hate you. Or Ginger. Or Jasmine. Maybe some other
time. OK, goodbye. Uh huh. OK, goodbye. Bye. I have to
disconnect. Yes. Bye." And then I hit the Disconnect button.
The message with Jasmine's contact information arrived a
minute later. So, at the next red light, I looked up the
address and number of Dan's cottage and sent it to Heather.
I wasn't sure I liked doing that, but fair is fair.
The problem with Dan's hydrogen still turned out to be a
dirty filter. That happens a lot. Hydrogen stills are simple
devices that require very little maintenance - so little
that people forget about it. But after a while, efficiency
drops and you don't get enough hydrogen for the fuel cells
that run your house and car. Any why buy hydrogen from the
energy companies when solar power is free?
Teah and Nadia showed up almost exactly on time, just a few
minutes apart. Teah was wearing a camisole top and shorts;
Nadia had a blue plaid skirt, red nipple shields, and her
white purse. I tossed my shirt into my car.
Ben, as usual, was about twenty minutes late. Like Dan, he
made a fashion statement out of a t-shirt and floppy shorts.
After some hellos, we went inside. Dan put a bowl of chips
on the kitchen table and everyone made sandwiches at the
kitchen counter.
Dan actually started the meeting. "Well, I guess the plan is
to leave tomorrow morning, after rush hour, and get to the
cottage in the afternoon. That'll beat most of the traffic
driving up. Then on Monday, we'll leave around noon and get
home before dark. Is that OK for everyone?"
There were no objections, but Ben asked who was driving.
"I'll have to drive the SUV," Dan answered. "We'll need the
trailer hitch and four wheel drive to get the boat in and
out of the water."
"Is the SUV big enough for all of us?" Teah wondered. "It'd
be more fun with everyone in the same car."
"Are we talking about five passengers or six?" Dan asked.
"Five," said Ben, talking with his mouth full. Then he
swallowed. "I asked a few girls but they all had family
events they were supposed to attend. You know, weenie roast
with grandpa, that sort of thing."
"If you have space, I'm sure my cousin would like to come
along," Nadia volunteered. "When I told her what we were
doing, she seemed very interested."
"Is she OK?" Teah asked.
"Oh yeah, we have lots of fun together," Nadia reassured
her. "She the same age as me. And this is a group event,
right?"
"Well, Teah and I are together, but yeah, it's mostly about
all of us hanging around together," said Dan. "Is your
cousin a good swimmer? That's important around the lake, you
know."
"Like a fish."
"Shall we call it six, then?"
Everyone agreed, then Teah asked Dan if the SUV could hold
six people.
"Yes, but it's a little tight," he replied. "We'll have to
sit three people in front and three people in back, and
there won't be much luggage space. Either everyone travels
light or we take two cars. What's it going to be?"
Everyone agreed to travel light, meaning one suitcase or
duffel bag per person.
"What about food?" Nadia asked.
"Don't bring any, unless you want some water or whatever for
the trip," Dan advised. "We don't have room for anything
else. Once we're at the lake, we can eat out or go to the
grocery store. I know some places."
"What about activities? Do we need to bring anything?" Nadia
asked.
"We can go to the beach, which is about a half a mile away,
or go boat riding, or water skiing, or hiking, or we can go
into Precipice Flats. That's the nearest town. It has
restaurants and shops and stuff. Or we can just hang around
the cottage, swim off the dock, and play badminton.
Everything is casual, and you don't need to bring any
equipment. Anything else?"
"What time?" I asked.
"How about nine o'clock?" Dan suggested. But at this, Ben
groaned and Teah rolled her eyes. And I mentioned my
doctor's appointment.
"OK, how about ten o'clock?" Dan proposed, and this worked
for everyone.
When we'd all finished eating, we got up and wandered
outside. Ben had to go to work, and Teah had shopping to do.
Nadia seemed anxious to go as well, so Dan said goodbye and
went inside.
"Are you sure you're OK with Ben and Teah?" I asked Nadia.
"Yes, I keep telling you that's over," she said. "This is
just the first time I've done anything like this."
"You never took a weekend trip?"
"Oh sure, with my family, but never with people my own age.
I think this is going to be great, Adam. Thanks for letting
me in."
"Are you sure about your cousin?" I asked.
"Oh yes, she's going to love it. And I'm sure everyone will
like her. She's really vivacious."
"That's a strange word."
"What, vivacious? It means energetic and full of life."
"I know, but it's not a word people use every day. Sorry, I
shouldn't have mentioned it. Will you forgive me?"
In response she hugged me and puckered up for a kiss. So I
picked her up, set her on the door step, and kissed her
back. The texture of her naked back was tantalizing, and the
press of her nipple shields was exotic. I felt one of her
hands on my back, and the other slowly working its way from
my butt to my crotch. It shocked me when her tongue met
mine, but I quickly learned to enjoy. I worked one hand
under her skirt and gently touched her commando butt. Then,
her PDA made a noise and Nadia loosened her grip.
"I'm supposed to be at the hospital in twenty minutes," she
explained. "But I guarantee you, this weekend trip is going
to be a good one. See you tomorrow, OK?"
"Yeah, tomorrow. Hey look, I hope I didn't do anything just
now that I shouldn't have."
"If you want to apologize, Adam, make it for what you didn't
do. See you tomorrow." And with that, she got in her car,
did something with a tissue, and drove away.
I stood there for a few moment, then Dan came out of the
house. "Looks like you're getting along pretty well with old
Nadia, Adam," he remarked.
"Are you OK with her and me?" I asked.
"Oh yeah, it's been like two years since I dated Nadia. And
she's changed a lot. I don't know how much of that is
strictly from The Program, but she's changed, that's for
sure. And I'm with Teah now, so whatever you two want to do,
that's fine with me."
"She mentioned something about you having a piercing. Is
that right?"
"Don't go there, Adam. It's not something I just flaunt
around. Just take my advice and think carefully about
anything that girl wants you to do. Hey, I gotta go to the
store for some stuff. Thanks for dropping by, eh? Good luck
with Nadia, but I gotta run." And with that, he jumped in
his car and drove away.
* * * * *
Something curious was going on with Nadia or her cousin, but
for the life of me I couldn't figure out what. So, I put on
my shirt, got in the car, and drove home to pack.
Effie and Jeffie were sitting naked on the living room
floor, chatting with another pair of naked twins named
Brandy and Randy. Like Effie and Jeffie, these twins were
virtually identical except for their sex organs. I watched
them both for a few moments, then Jeffie threw me a look and
I went upstairs to my room.
Finding a duffel bag was no problem, but deciding which
clothes to pack was a larger issue. I picked out a couple of
swimsuits, a couple pairs of shorts, a few t-shirts, and
some jeans and a windbreaker in case it got chilly. When it
came to underwear and socks, however, I was critically
short. Fortunately, this was an easy problem; I scooped up
my pile of dirty stuff, carried it downstairs, and popped it
in the washer. I did weights until the load finished, then
threw it in the washer.
The four twins had gone outside by then, so I snapped on the
TV and looked for a movie. Eventually I found a science
fiction flick so old that even the captain's assistant and
the alien women wore clothes. The plot was trite but oh
well.
Mom got home from work at five o'clock and found me in the
living room. I guess I jumped when I looked up and saw her
standing naked in the entryway.
"Adam, is everything OK?"
"Uh, yeah, you just surprised me, that's all." I clicked the
Pause button and locked onto her eyes.
"Are you sure there's nothing you want to talk about?"
"Not just now, Mom. In fact, not at all. Did you have a good
day?" Running around naked, I silently added.
"Three day weekends are always busy, Adam. I've got buyers
anxious to close and sellers eager to unload. I'll be
working long hours all weekend. You're going to be at the
lake and Dad's going to be flying. I wonder sometimes if our
family is growing up or just thinning out. Where are the
twins?"
"They were with Brandy and Randy. Didn't you see them
outside?"
"No, they must have gone somewhere."
"Were they naked?"
"Yeah, all four of them. All day."
"I'm not surprised, really. I just hope they're OK, and that
they'll call. Well, I better start dinner."
"Are you going to get dressed?"
"Yes, as soon as dinner is started. Enjoy your movie. If you
see or hear from the twins, tell them to come home, would
you?" And with that, she turned and headed into the kitchen.
I tried to avoid peeking at her butt but wasn't entirely
successful.
I returned to my movie but for some reason Mom's rattling of
kitchen utensils overpowered the sound track. Somehow I got
fixated on the idea of food scraps sticking to Mom's body. A
piece of lettuce on her abs. A spot of mayonnaise on her
tit. Strawberry jelly at the corner of her mouth. Mom
holding the maypole with Brandy, Randy, and the twins
dancing around her. Dad wearing some nylon contraption that
was halfway between a parachute harness and the top half of
a gladiator outfit.
"Dad, what the hell is that?" I asked, flabbergasted.
"This is the new pilot's uniform. Can you believe it? I
don't know how they come up with these things."
"Aren't there any pants?"
"No, they claim this is what the passengers want. Are you
OK, Adam?"
"What about you, Dad? Are you OK like that?"
"Well, I've known this was coming since Memorial Day. They
gave us a few months to see the doctor and change any
factors we wanted."
That's when I took a good look at Dad, and not just the
uniform. He was really buffed out, with bodybuilder muscles,
washboard abs, and a perfect allover tan. His dick and
balls, however, were HUGE, even if he didn't have a sight
erection. Which he did.
"This is what you need to fly an airplane?" I questioned.
"That's what they say. Just between you and me, Adam, the
whole thing makes no sense to me. The passengers only see me
a few seconds out of a three hour flight, and the rest of
the time I'm in restricted areas of the airport. And the
passengers already have the flight attendants to look at.
But this is what the airline wants and so that's the way it
is.
"But no pants?"
"That's what they want, and I gotta tell you, it seems
pretty weird. But it's comfortable, too. I probably overdid
some of those injection factors, but I was having more and
more trouble finding pants that could hold everything
without pinching."
At that point, Mom came out of the kitchen, still naked, and
welcomed Dad with the usual hug and kiss. Almost
immediately, Dad's erection changed from slight to raging!
"Your Dad seems to have developed a hair trigger," Mom
commented, not letting go of him but turning her attention
to me. "We'll be back in a few minutes. If anything starts
boiling over, just turn off the boner. Oops I meant the
burner. OK?"
"Sure," I replied, then I watched them spring up the stairs,
bosoms and boner bobbing boisterously. Then I noticed I was
erect as well. As a precaution before the twins got home, I
hit the Pause button and headed for the hall bathroom.
* * * * *
I was on the beach of a beautiful tropical island. The
afternoon sun was warm and waves were lapping gently at the
sand. I was wearing a tank top and surfer shorts. The breeze
carried the scent of exotic tropical spices and fruits. As I
walked along the beach, I spotted fabulous tropical birds,
crabs, lizards, and other fascinating creatures.
After rounding a point on the shoreline, I saw a bamboo
beach shack. It was built on a raft that was tied with heavy
rope to a tree near the shore. The roof was thatched with
palm fronds, and the walls were only three or four feet
high. This left windows on all sides to admit the breeze. An
opening on the ocean side served as a door.
As I approached the shack, I saw a monkey and a couple of
parrots on the roof. A woman had apparently been lying
inside the shack, but she stood up when I approached.
"Hello, Adam, I've been expecting you," she said. It was Ms.
Sprite, the girl's swim coach, and she was completely naked,
just as she'd been Tuesday at registration. She walked
across the sand and lightly stroked my shoulders. Then she
pulled me closer to her, pressing my body against her head
to toe. Her fingers found the inside of my shirt and stroked
my back.
"This way," she said, then pulled me toward the shack.
Inside were two tall glasses of some tropical mixture; it
was sweet and tart and exotic, all at once. Then she slowly
removed my shirt, danced her fingers around my body, and ran
her lips across my nipples until they almost hurt. I kissed
her hair and her forehead while my hands explored her back
and sides.
Slowly, deliciously, she guided one hand down my abs and
into my shorts. The other she slipped inside the rear,
sending a tremor of sensation through my butt. Slowly,
slowly she lowered my waistband until it was at my hips, at
my thighs, at my knees, on the floor. My cock was squeezed
between our abs, and she began rocking from side to side.
The pressure was exquisite. She backed me onto the bed,
pushing me down so I lay on my back. For a second I took in
her splendor: naked, sweaty, breathing heavily, pulsing with
erotic need. Then she threw herself on me, engaging my
raging member in her pussy. Over and over she rocked against
me, her silken breasts slipping across my sweating chest and
her slick, muscular pussy squeezing my cock in all the right
places. Again and again she pounded her sex against me, and
I began to cum in rhythm with her.
On and on the pounding continued. I was a sticky mess but
gave it little thought. On and on she pounded. On and on I
pumped. Then I heard a pounding like the bathroom door and a
voice very much like Mom's.
"Adam? I thought you were going to watch for things boiling
over! In another minute or two, these beans would have been
burnt!"
"Sorry," I apologized.
"Well, I caught them just in time. Will you be done in five
minutes?"
"Yes, Mom."
"OK, good. Dinner will be ready."
* * * * *
Mom and Dad, to my great relief, had returned to their
normal mode of dress. Mom was wearing a sleeveless blouse,
bra, walking shorts, and presumably panties. Dad had a polo
shirt and some baggy denim cut-offs. The twins were home but
hadn't dressed. Dinner was tossed salad, hamburgers, pasta
salad, and of course beans. I took my usual place at the
table.
"So, Adam, I hear you have plans for the weekend," Dad
began, passing the burgers.
"Yeah, Ben and I are going up to the lake with Dan. We're
going to be at Dan's cottage." I took my usual two burgers.
"And three girls," added Mom. As usual, she took a hamburger
patty but no bun.
"Anyone I know?" asked Dad.
"Teah Schurt, Nadia Blosser, and Nadia's cousin," I replied.
"You might remember Nadia; she dated Dan a couple of years
ago." I grabbed some pasta salad and beans as they passed.
"Was she that short little girl?" Dad asked before starting
on his beans.
"Yes, that's the one," I replied, after swallowing my
mouthful of pasta salad.
"Is she with you or Ben?"
"Me." He'd caught me with my mouth full again.
"Well, you might as well go and have a good time. Your
mother and I will both be working."
"What time are you leaving, dear?" Mom asked while loading
up her fork.
I swallowed a bite of hamburger. "Ten o'clock. I'll drive
over to Dan's house from the doctor's, and then leave my car
there. We'll all ride up in Dan's SUV."
"Sounds like fun," Dad said. "Be careful and come home safe,
OK?"
"OK." Ha! Nothing in my mouth. Perfect timing!
"Can we have a sleepover Saturday night?" asked Effie.
"It's up to you, dear," Dad said. "I won't be here."
"All right, but only eight of you," Mom allowed. "And don't
invite any other twins this time. Both of you should have
friends other than twins."
Effie was disappointed at this, but at least she got some of
what she asked for. We all finished eating, then I helped
carry off the dishes and finished my movie. Later, I
gathered my laundry, finished my packing, did my weights,
put on my pajamas, set the alarm for 8:00 AM, and went to
bed.
Friday - Nurse Klaus and the Lake
---------------------------------
As it turned out I only slept until 7:00 AM, but even that
was really late for me. I think the sunlight woke me up; it
was usually dark when I got up for workouts.
Noises and pleasant aromas were coming from the kitchen,
both irresistible. I sat up in bed, stretched, went to the
bathroom, checked that my pajama bottoms were closed, and
headed downstairs.
Dad, apparently, had already left for his flight. The
newspaper and some dirty dishes were at his place, but no
sign of Dad himself. Effie and Jeffie were scooping up
scrambled eggs naked as jaybirds and grinning like the
Cheshire cat. Mom was wearing one of Dad's denim shirts but
hadn't bothered to button it.
"This is a rare treat," Mom greeted me. "Welcome to
breakfast at the Jonson house. What would you like?"
Clothes for you or a blindfold for me, I thought. I mean,
how do you talk to a naked mother? But oh well, she seemed
to be having her fun and I didn't want to start an argument
over it.
"How about an omelet?" Mom asked. "That used to be one of
your favorites."
Omelets had seemed kind of greasy and cholesterol-laden to
me lately, and I'd been avoiding them. She was right about
them being an old favorite, though.
"OK, sure," I decided.
"Mom says we can have a sleepover tonight," Effie announced.
"Who's coming?" I asked, taking my usual seat at the table.
It didn't help. Effie's undeveloped titties were still in
plain view.
"Well, let's see. There's Tonya, and Wendy, and Melissa, and
Amelia, and Kate, and Sam, and Bill."
"Aren't Sam and Bill boy's names?" I wondered.
"They're friends of mine. I invited them," Jeffie explained.
"It's sounds like some pajama party, doesn't it?" Mom asked.
"Mom," Effie began with a huff. "It's not a pajama party!"
"Oh, of course. Well, I didn't mean anything by it. Adam,
are you still leaving for the lake at ten o'clock?"
"Yup."
"Who's Nadia's cousin? Do you know?"
"No, but Nadia says she's OK."
Effie and Jeffie started ticking each other and nearly
spilled Effie's milk.
"Cut that out, the two of you," scolded Mom. "If you want to
horse around, go outside or in the family room. Now, finish
your breakfast."
The twins gulped down what remained of their breakfasts,
then ran out the back door and into the yard. I could hear
them running around and giggling through the open window.
Mom served up my omelet and sat down across from me. She was
slightly more covered than Effie, but only around the
shoulders.
"It's nice seeing you in the morning, Adam," she said. "We
always seem to be in such a rush. Are you OK, Adam? Look at
me."
"Yeah, I'm OK," I reassured her, locking onto her eyes.
"It's this, isn't it?" she asked, fastening the top few
buttons on Dad's shirt. "I guess I'm getting a bit too
casual about it. But every day you see the same thing on
television, or on the street, or even in school, don't you?"
"Yeah, I guess. But you're my mother. It's harder to
ignore." I cut myself a piece of the omelet.
"Are you shy, Adam? I don't know why! You're a great looking
guy. You're tall. You're blond. You're on the swim team. You
have muscles. Is there some reason you're insecure?"
"Like what?"
"Well, like, do you feel, you know, small? Because if you,
maybe you can still get your factors adjusted. Lots of
people do it. You already know your dad did it."
"No Mom, that's not it." The omelet, however, was fantastic.
"Are you having trouble with erections? You know, Jeremy
Zeller had that problem. Something exciting would happen,
like a girl kissing him, and he stayed limp as an empty
balloon! Now he's erect most of the time. Yuki says he looks
great and feels much better about himself."
Yuki was Jeremy's mother. What a busybody!
"No, Mom. I'm just used to wearing clothes, and I'm used to
other people wearing clothes. Being naked or seeing naked
people: it's just embarrassing, that's all."
"Would you like to have sex? After your injection, of
course."
"Mom, are you trying to seduce me? And, are you protected?"
I regretted those words the moment I spoke them.
"What? No, Adam, I don't think that would be appropriate. At
least without discussing it with. And yes, I'm protected.
That's a very personal question, but since you asked, there
it is. Never depend on your partner, though. Some girl could
always be mistaken, or lying."
I couldn't believe what she'd just said. But once again, I
said something I instantly regretted: "Without discussing it
with who?"
"Oh, forget I said that. It was some crazy thing I read at
the hairdresser's. Mothers helping their boys get over
shyness. Or are you trying to seduce me?"
"No, Mom, not at all. No, don't ever think that. Just, no."
"Well, don't forget your doctor's appointment this morning.
They called yesterday afternoon to remind us. That's quite a
package you're got there."
In panic mode I checked my pajama bottoms, but they were
shut. "Huh?"
"Oh, I meant your injection. I hope it makes you happy."
"What? I didn't ask for a happy shot, Mom. Oh. Did you
change something?"
"No, dear, not at all. I did go over your factors with Nurse
Reising, through, and a few of them surprised me. But
they're fine. Are you done?"
My plate was empty, so yeah, I was done. Fortunately, I
remembered to say, "Thanks Mom; it was great!"
"Well, I suppose you need to take your shower and get ready.
You're going straight from the doctor's to Dan's house,
right?"
"Yeah, there's no time to come home."
"Well, have great trip and a great weekend, then," she
wished, giving me a kiss. Then she picked up Dad's dishes,
hung his shirt on the chair back, and drove off to work.
* * * * *
Showering and dressing were uneventful, unless you want to
count the twin's friends Errol and Carroll showing up naked
and all four of them playing tag in the lawn sprinkler. The
front lawn sprinkler. But I just put the last of my stuff in
my duffel bag, double-checked to make sure I hadn't
forgotten anything, and then headed to the doctor's office.
I said goodbye to the twins as I backed out of the drive. If
you ask me, Jeffie looked pretty gross doing cartwheels but
maybe things seem different when you're thirteen.
At the doctor's office, Holly Dooley led me directly to a
treatment room, then after a few minutes Nurse Klaus walked
in. I didn't really hate the guy; he just gave me the
creeps. He was big, blond, blue-eyed, bulging with muscles,
near zero body fat, and totally naked. In addition, as
usual, his huge cock and balls were erect.
Like Nurse Reising, Klaus insisted that I get naked. I
thought this was a bit much for just a shot, but Klaus also
took new semen, urine and blood samples. That was the part I
hated most. It was embarrassing enough when Nurse Reising
did it.
Then Klaus had me bend over and take the horse needle in the
butt. I'm sure you know how large those injections can be.
Then, he gave me a lecture that he must have delivered
hundreds of time before. He spoke in a slow, deep, almost
robotic monotone. His giant, swollen, nearly horizontal cock
bobbled every time he gestured or took a breath.
"Adam, blease be on da alert for any unusual reaction do
your injection. Dis includz headaches, dizziness, blurred
vision, dry moud, schleeplessness, nahcolepsy, anxiety,
depression, irregulah bowel moofment, unusual coloration,
unexpegded vaid change, erekdile dyzvuntion, and hiccups. If
you experienz deese effects to a moderate degree, blease
make an appoindment heah ad da ovvice. If you experienz
severe effects, repoard to any hoshpital or trauma center.
Do you understand deese precautions?"
"Yes," I replied. I mean, the chance anything happening was
near zero.
"Now Adam, some of deese changes ah goink to appear rapidly.
Viddin 24 hours, yoah body should schtop produzing schperm.
Dat's only a tiny percentage of vahd comes out venn you cum,
zo you schouldn't notiz any differenz. Bud you woned be
vully prodegted until you flusch da exisding schperm oud of
your zystem. Do you underschtand vahd I'm talking aboud?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Dat meanz vait a day and denn drain yourself before halfing
vaginal seggs vid anyvun."
"I understand."
"Now, as do da rest of dis, yoah schkin schould dahken
viddin a day or zo, and settle down completely viddin a
veek. Deese libido changes may appeah preddy fasd. Deese
odder dings infolf gwoad of soft tissue, vich can schtaht
pretty quickly, but take several monds to complede. Do you
half any questions?"
"My mom didn't change anything, did she? I mean, since I was
here on Wednesday."
"Let me see. No, bud I hope you half lots of girl friends.
You gonna need dem. You vair hosen? Dad's pantz."
"Yes, all the time."
"Vell, I hope dad's nod a broblem. Anyding elz?"
There wasn't, so I thanked Klaus, got dressed, and went out
to my car. It was already ten minutes to ten, so I took my
shirt back off and stuffed it into my duffel bag.
* * * * *
Nadia and Ben were already at Dan's house when I arrived.
Nadia seemed to be having a friendly conversation with Ben,
and Dan was loading supplies into the SUV. A suitcase and
two duffel bags lay on the drive.
"Hi, guys," I greeted all three. "Is everything ready to
go?"
"We're just waiting for Teah and my cousin," Nadia replied.
"Do we have enough fuel?" I asked Dan.
"Yep, full tank. Changing that filter yesterday did the
trick. There, that's all the equipment. You can load in your
stuff now."
We did, and clearly we were correct in traveling light. With
four bags loaded, there was only space for two more. Teah's
mother dropped her off a few minutes later. Teah looked very
nice wearing a light yellow, cotton sun dress. Dan loaded
her stuff into the tailgate.
It was 10:15. "Do you know where your cousin is?" Dan asked
Nadia.
"I'll call her," she replied walking out to the sidewalk. I
didn't understand why calling her cousin had to be a private
conversion but oh well, who can figure out girls?
Eventually, Nadia finished her call and returned to the
group. "She's on her way," Nadia announced.
"Why don't we wait in back?" Dan suggested. "The deck is
really comfortable this time of day. I'll get some drinks."
Five minutes later I heard a car pull up, then the sound of
car doors opening and closing, and then the sound of luggage
hitting the driveway.
"It sounds like you cousin is here," Dan announced. "Let's
go!"
Nothing could have prepared me for the scene I witnessed in
Dan's driveway. There was Vivian Vivicelli, spikey-haired
and naked as ever, and she had spread all our luggage, plus
five large duffels of her own, all across the driveway.
"Is this your cousin?" I asked Nadia excitedly.
"Well, yeah. Listen, everyone: this is my cousin Vivian.
Vivian, this is Adam, Ben, Dan, and Teah." Then, she sensed
something and looked at me directly. "Do you two know each
other?"
"After a fashion," I replied, still in shock.
"Hi, Vivian, nice to have you along," Dan greeted her. "Uh,
look, the vehicle only has space for one bag per person. Can
you just pick out one bag of stuff to bring and leave the
rest in the garage there?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. Nadia never explained that to me," Vivian
replied politely, sweet and deadly as a killer queen bee.
"No wonder I had so much trouble fitting everything in. If
you all want to go back and relax, I'll get this
straightened out in just a few minutes."
Dan, Teah, and Ben headed back to the deck. I walked Nadia
into the back yard as well, but steered her into a different
corner.
"Why didn't you tell me Vivian was your cousin? And how can
she be? You two don't look anything alike."
"Look, I'm sorry, Adam; I guess there's something going on
with you two, but I didn't know that. And she's not a close
cousin; my first dad's second wife's sister-in-law's brother
adopted her. But it's OK, Adam. Vivian and I know each other
very well and we're never jealous of each other or anything.
If you're seeing both of us, that's OK."
"It's not that, Nadia. Look, the two of you are quite a bit
different. I like you, but I don't like Vivian. It's as
simple as that. Does Vivian have to go?"
"Well, I guess not, but if she stays home she'll be alone
for the weekend. The rest of the family all went on trips.
So if she stays home, I should stay home."
"Well, then, Teah would stay home and Dan would be pissed at
me," I realized. "And if I stayed home, you'd stay home, so
Vivian would stay home, so Teah would stay home, and the
whole trip would fall apart."
"Adam, look, I'm sorry. I really didn't know this was going
to be a problem."
I stared at a tree trunk and considered the situation for a
while. Dan, Teah, and Ben were having a great time already,
talking and laughing without a care in the world. And I was
really looking forward to a three-day weekend on the lake.
"Well, OK, I just wish I'd known about this earlier. I guess
I'll have to deal with it." And at that, Nadia gave me a big
hug. She scraped my ribs with her nipple shields but even
that was kind of fun.
"OK, I'm ready," Vivian announced from the driveway.
"All right, travelers; let's move out!" Dan exhorted, and we
all headed for the SUV.
Of course, nothing can ever be easy. Dan was driving and
Teah sat next to him. Ben took the passenger's side, and I
ended up squeezed in back between Nadia and Vivian. There
was really no time to complain. Before we even closed the
doors, Dan was backing our of the driveway.
* * * * *
Dan headed directly for the freeway and I tried to figure
out what I'd done to deserve my fate. There I was, sitting
between two girls in a cramped back seat, and for clothes we
had one pair of shorts and one miniskirt among us. It was
going to be skin against skin for the next three hours, at
least.
"So, Vivian, tell us about yourself," Teah suggested.
"Oh, there's not much to tell. I'm going to be a senior at
Bald Mountain. I'm living with my aunt, at least that's what
I call her. I'm not on any sports teams or anything."
"What do you like to do? Are you in choir, or band, or
anything?"
"I had an uncle who gave me piano lessons, but he lost his
job and I had to move in with my aunt. But that was a few
years ago, and I stopped playing. Mostly I just go to
school, do my homework, and hang out with people."
"Are you always naked? I've seen you around, and you always
seem to be."
"Yeah, I was kinda thinking about it when I was a sophomore
and livin' with my uncle in Edgerton. Then at the end of the
school year, my uncle got in trouble, lost his job, and had
to move. Everything happened so fast that I just threw my
clothes away rather than pack `em. When Aunt Marjorie took
me in, I just told her that's the way I was. It took her and
the neighbors a few weeks to get used to it but now
everything's cool."
"It would be hard for me to throw my clothes away," Teah
remarked.
"It's not like I had any good stuff," Vivian explained.
"Other girls would get fancy new stuff and I'd get hand-me-
downs."
"So, it sounds like you really move around a lot."
"Yeah, my first mother's sense of family was kind of loose,
and so was my dad's. So they drifted apart, and then I lived
with my mom's sister, I think, and then she got a new
boyfriend or something, but her first husband took me in,
and things just went from there. I still know where most of
them are. There's like three or four of them living within a
few blocks of my aunt. I get around."
"Isn't it hard, constantly moving around and living with
different parents?"
"I dunno. Maybe. I learned to take care of myself. I'm
tryin' to get a scholarship so I can settle down and go to
college, you know."
"Do you have good grades?"
"Yeah, you could say that. I'm not bankin' on my swimmin'
like Yonson here."
"Yonson? Oh, you mean Adam. Well Adam, if you don't get a
swimming scholarship, you'll still go to college, won't
you?"
"I guess. My parents have the money. I just want to win the
scholarship, that's all."
"Like a trophy, huh?" Vivian asked.
"I guess."
Dan pulled onto the freeway and set the cruise control.
Driving conditions were clear and the traffic wasn't too bad
yet. Nadia set her hand on my thigh.
"What about you, Nadia?" Teah asked. I hoped she wasn't
going to play two thousand and twenty questions all the way
to the lake.
"I'm a senior at Bald Mountain as well," she began. "I
always lived with the same aunt and uncle; lucky I guess.
I'm not in any sports, but I help out at the school office.
I'm a candy striper at the hospital, too."
"So are you and Vivian pretty close?"
"No, we're more like old friends than best friends. I've
seen her most of my life at family things like weddings and
funerals. We don't spend a lot of time together, but we know
each other pretty well."
"Do you always dress like that?"
"Pretty much. I didn't used to, of course. I was just a
little wallflower, way below anybody's radar. Then I was in
The Program for a week, and got lots of attention, and
decided I liked it. But I still wanted to change my look
everyday, and I thought being totally naked made me look
baby short. So I tried this and it's working pretty good."
She was gently squeezing my leg, now. "What about you,
Teah?"
"I'm just me. I'll be a junior this year. I like English and
History, and I enjoy singing in the choir. I like to paint.
I work at an art supply store."
"Do you always dress like that?" Vivian asked. Of course,
she would taunt someone that way. Vivian moved her hand onto
my thigh, and I moved it away.
"Yes, I dress like most people do, and like my family. My
folks would have a fit if I started walking around like you
two. But, you know, I'm OK with being naked, if that's what
you want. It's just not for me." Vivian's hand was back.
Nadia's was still softly squeezing.
"Were you ever in The Program?" Nadia asked.
"No, and I hope they never call me. I'm sure I'd be
humiliated," Teah replied.
"I survived," Nadia said. "But I hear it's going to be
universal this year. You can't finish without doing time in
The Program."
"Well, I hope you're wrong, or that they change their minds.
That's all I can say."
"You guys been hanging together a long time?" Vivian asked.
"Since grade school," Ben stated. "Adam's the jock, I'm the
whiz, and Dan's the ladies man."
"Do you have a job, Vivian?" Teah asked.
"I deliver pizzas," Vivian replied.
"You deliver pizzas naked?" Ben exclaimed.
"No, they're wearing a box. Sorry, I get that question all
the time. Yeah, I never did buy any clothes. I'm savin' up."
"For college?"
"Yeah. I get some pretty good tips from deliverin' those
pizzas, though. It's more than I could make as a library
aide or somethin' like that."
"Do you get propositioned?"
"Yeah, but I blow `em off. I mean, you know, I walk away, I
don't. Just because I'm naked, that doesn't mean I'm easy."
After a while we ran out of things to talk about and Dan
told the sound system to play some music. We rode on for
another hour, commenting occasionally about a billboard or
an unusual scene along the road, but otherwise just
listening to the music and watching the scenery. Neither
Nadia nor Vivian would take their hands off me, but at least
they didn't go for the crotch. Dan, at least, seemed to know
something was going on. He kept looking at me in the rear
view mirror and smiling. Then finally, he took an exit and
pulled into the parking lot of the World Famous Pamela's Pit
Stop (Honest, that's what the sign said.)
* * * * *
"This is just about the halfway point, guys," Dan informed
us. "It's a good place to get out, walk around, buy a drink,
take a potty break, or whatever. I'll wait with the vehicle
until one of you comes back. Go for it."
To tell you the truth, I wasn't that anxious to stand up.
First, it would take some serious maneuvering to do so
without impaling myself. Second, I was sure my erection
would be very obvious, even through my shorts. Fortunately,
Nadia and Vivian got out right away, providing me with a few
moments to think about math problems and get myself down to
half mast.
When I finally did get out, Dan was holding things up.
"Hold up, people; we need to sync up. I'm going to open a
PDA channel called Thatte's Cottage, and load it with the
address of the cottage, a map of the area, my number, and my
folk's numbers. If you put in your numbers and your folks'
as well, then we can all reach each other or call home if
something goes wrong."
This seemed like a reasonable idea, except that it meant
giving Vivian my number. But I did it anyway, as did
everyone else. When we finished, I told Nadia I thought I
should wear a shirt to go inside.
"Nah. If it's no shirt, no shoes, no service, we're both in
trouble, so what's the difference? Anyway, rules like that
haven't been legal for years. Can you tuck in those boxers?"
I looked down and saw that my underwear was indeed riding
higher than my shorts. "I suppose, but they'd just ride up
again. The boxers have an elastic waist and the shorts
don't. Why?"
"I just never liked it, that's all. I never liked my panties
to show, either, and that's one of the reasons I stopped
wearing them."
I stopped and looked at her, unsure of her meaning.
"Why don't you take `em off?" Nadia asked innocently.
"Here?"
"Well, you could if you want; I mean, anywhere is OK these
days. But I suppose you'd prefer the restroom. C'mon, let's
go find it."
The restroom, as usual, was near the restaurant. There were
two doors, one marked Lavatory and the other marked Out.
Inside it was one large room, with sinks, stalls, and
urinals around the walls. In the center were changing tables
and an attendant selling diapers, razors, mirrors, tampons,
aspirins, vibrators, condoms, aphrodisiacs and so forth. You
could see where a wall had previously divided the area in
half.
The stalls had no doors and walls that were only waist high.
Nevertheless, I headed for one before dropping my shorts,
removing my boxers, and then quickly pulling up my shorts
again. Nadia, meanwhile, had sat in the next stall to pee. I
saw Vivian doing her business at the other side of the room.
I peed as well, then discovered Nadia waiting for me outside
the stall.
"Give `em to me," she ordered.
"They're still good," I explained. "I'll just put `em in my
duffel bag."
"Naw, they're ugly. Don't wear `em again. Just give `em to
me." So I did, and she threw them in a trash bin.
"Much better," she remarked, running her finger somewhere
below the small of my back and the top of my butt. Now, are
you going to buy me something to drink?"
I'd sort of expected that. We found a line of vending
machines outside the restaurant, then Nadia made her
selection, I approved the purchase on my PDA, and her can of
iced tea rolled down the chute. Vivian was hanging around
too, holding a small bag of stuff she'd bought. Of course, I
had to buy her a drink as well; she selected a box of juice.
I took mineral water for myself.
* * * * *
Ben was already back at the SUV, but the four of had to wait
a few minutes for Dan and Teah to return. Finally we were
all ready to go and Dan pulled back onto the freeway.
No sooner had we resumed than Nadia and Vivian began
stroking my thighs again. This time, however, they weren't
so careful about avoiding the space between them.
Dan had put on some music again, and Ben was reading a book.
Teah was talking about some experience years ago at girl
scout camp. Vivian was suddenly working on my waist snap,
and Nadia at my zipper. I wasn't wearing a belt. Moments
later, my dick spring out. I motioned for them to stop, but
of course they wouldn't. I didn't want to say anything out
loud; I just wanted Nadia and Vivian to stop before Dan,
Teah, or Ben noticed anything as going on.
Vivian reached into the bag of stuff she'd bought and pulled
out a large condom. Nadia was working on my shaft by then,
and Vivian put the condom over just the tip of my cock. With
the condom in place, Nadia intensified her efforts and
Vivian resumed stroking not only my thighs, but my balls as
well.
Dan glanced in the mirror a few times, but generally didn't
make eye contact. When he did, he generally seemed amused,
though it was hard to tell. Teah was still rambling on about
the girl scouts. A family with little kids passed us, but I
suppose all they saw was our heads and shoulders. At least,
I hoped so.
The situation with my cock was getting critical. I glared at
Nadia, hoping she's stop, but instead she sped up! Then
suddenly I was spurting, spurting, oh baby was I spurting! I
managed to suppress any heavy breathing, grunts, shouts, or
other sounds but even so Dan (and slightly later Ben) knew
something was up. Of course, neither of them could turn all
the way around and look without alerting Teah, so they
didn't.
When I was spent, Nadia removed the condom and tied the end
as if it were a water balloon. Vivian, meanwhile, washed me
with a moist towlette and then pulled up my zipper. Nadia
opened the window and threw out the condom. Fortunately, no
one was cumming.
"Are you three OK back there?" asked Teah at long last.
"Uh, yeah, I was just looking for my water bottle," I
replied. "I think it's rolling around somewhere."
Teah turned around at that point and noticed that my face
was flushed and my waist snap was open. A wave of
understanding crossed her face, then she turned around and
faced forward without a word.
Nadia, at that point, cleared her throat as if something was
wrong. I, of course, turned to look. Her legs were spread as
wide as the available space would allow, and her skirt was
bunched up around her waist. Her eyes, however, were staring
out the window. Then Vivian cleared her throat and I
discovered her legs were equally spread. Teah had resumed
talking about girl scouts. Nadia flapped her skirt audibly,
then Vivian put my hand inside her thigh. A moment later,
Nadia guided my hand between her legs as well.
Now, I must tell you, I was a bit conflicted at that moment.
I certainly wasn't in the habit of giving girls hand jobs,
and I had no idea how my friends in the front seat would
react if they figured out what I was doing. Which they
probably would. Then again, I owed the girls a favor, and
just the day before I'd learned a few things from Ginger in
the locker room at the Y. But the thought of touching
Vivian, especially in a private area, revolted me. But she'd
touched me moments before, and it wasn't half bad.
Slowly, gently, rhythmically I began to stroke their inner
thighs. Nadia grabbed my hand and moved it even closer to
her. Vivian placed her hand over mine and guided it onto her
slit. She was wet. I slid my other hand over Nadia and found
she was lubricating as well. Slowly and gently, I drew fluid
from their vaginas and spread it onto their clits, just as I
had with Ginger in the locker room. Both girls gasped and
Teah stopped telling her girl scout story. To be frank, it
was getting a little musky back there. Nadia and Vivian
continued looking out the window, although Nadia opened hers
a little bit. Window, that is.
Dan gave me a serious stare in the rear view mirror. I
slowed my ministrations and threw him a puzzled look. Then
Dan's eyebrows shot up and he returned his gaze to the road.
A few seconds later, Teah jerked in her seat as if an insect
had bitten her. Ben looked up from his book and immediately
went bug-eyed. His jaw dropped like a safe thrown out of an
airplane. A big safe.
This continued for another few mile markers, then Dan
spotted an exit coming up. "Ben, would you drive?" he asked.
Ben cleared his throat and replied weakly that he would. Dan
took the exit and a moment later, he and Ben got out of the
vehicle and changed places. Teah made the unmistakable
motion of removing her panties from under her sun dress.
Just before Dan got in the SUV, she threw them out the
doorway.
"Where am I going?" Ben asked.
"Just stay on the freeway until you get to exit 86," Dan
advised, then he and Teah got tangled up in each other.
Ben pulled back on the freeway. Dan and Teah were oblivious.
Nadia and Vivian each put an arm around my shoulders, so the
sides of their breasts rubbed against me. By then I had
three fingers in each girl: my large finger transferring
fluid and rubbing, and the next two stroking their lips.
Vivian was pressing on my hand pretty hard, so I increased
the pressure on Nadia as well.
It was hard to say exactly what Dan and Teah were doing, but
there seemed to be a lot more touching than kissing. The
scent of hot pussy was really getting thick. Then I began a
rotating motion on Nadia and she became the first to cum.
Her back arched, her eyes closed, and she screamed like a
mad woman. Ben nearly swerved out of his lane, but
fortunately recovered in time. Then it was Vivian's turn;
her body stiffened and she came off moaning, not at all like
Nadia's screaming. Both of them came once more, in similar
fashion, and then they relaxed. Vivian produced a box of
tissues from her bag of purchases at the pit stop.
Dan and Teah took a little longer, but eventually they got
each other off, too. Dan was about the reddest-face guy I've
ever seen, and it turned out Teah was a gasper. Ben
displayed more incredulity than most people encounter in a
lifetime.
* * * * *
To his credit, reliable Ben drove safely through all this
pandemonium. At the next exit, though, Nadia told him to get
off the freeway. The area was forested, and Nadia had him
drive down the wooded highway until she spotted a side road.
"Pull in there," she instructed Ben.
"We're going to be late getting to the lake," Dan worried.
"Don't worry, this won't take long," she promised, getting
out of the vehicle.
"Ben and Teah, I think you should come with me," she urged.
"I'm all messy," Teah objected.
"Nobody's going to see you out here," Nadia promised.
Teah wasn't kidding; the whole front of her sun dress was
blotched with fluid. I think she must have used it to clean
up Dan. In any event, and with no conversation at all,
Vivian joined the group. Then within seconds all four
disappeared into the woods.
"What do you suppose this is about?" Dan asked.
"I think Ben is about to get his fair share," I replied.
"But Teah's with me!"
"Yeah, well, right now I think it's more like one for all
and all for one."
"I suppose. Hey, since when are you into back-seat stands,
Adam?"
"Just started today, Dan. How about you and Teah?"
"First time for us, too. I'll tell you what, bud, you're
never in control when Nadia's around, but you're never
bored, either. You need to change clothes?"
"No, not really. Vivian bought a condom for me back at the
pit stop. Can you believe that? She and Nadia must've had
this all planned."
"Yeah, those two are psychic. Or psycho. I guess I don't
need to change, either. Teah took it all on her dress. Who'd
have figured, huh?"
"How much longer until we get to the lake?"
"Maybe an hour. Oh, here they come. Well, Ben looks happy.
Teah looks even messier. I guess at least she kept her dress
on."
Ben was indeed happy. He was also exhausted, and paused to
lean against the vehicle. Dan and Teah started their own
conversation. As for me, I pondered what tortures Nadia and
her evil cousin might concoct next. In seconds they were
upon me.
"We felt sorry for Ben," Nadia explained.
"Why did you take Teah?" I wondered aloud.
"We didn't want you to be jealous. And anyway, she loves
wearing cum."
"What makes you think that?"
"Well, look how messy she was after doing just Dan. And then
with Ben, she insisted on catching him."
"What do you mean?"
"She knelt in from of him and made sure his stuff got all
over her dress," Vivian explained. "Look at her now.
I did, and couldn't believe my eyes. While still talking to
Dan, Teah had lifted the front of her dress to her nose! She
was breathing the vapors! This made for a really lewd scene,
and I don't think Teah was fully aware she'd done it. Then,
she tasted it! I think she'd completely forgotten her lack
of panties.
"You like the taste of pussy, Yonson?" This, of course, was
Vivian.
"I don't really know," I had to admit.
"Well, I guess you never will," she replied vaguely.
By then, Dan and Teah had returned to the SUV. "Let's go,
guys," he urged. "We're supposed to have fun at the lake
this weekend, and at this rate, we'll never get there! Brush
yourselves off before getting in the vehicle, OK?"
* * * * *
All six of us got in our original positions, and then Dan
headed back to the freeway. The scents lingering in the
small space (and in Teah's dress) were getting a bit dank,
so we opened the windows a crack to air things out.
Dan's estimate was accurate; we rolled into Precipice Flats,
the town near the cottage, just an hour after our last stop.
"Do you want to stop for supplies now or come back later?"
Dan asked the group.
"Now," suggested Ben, and that seemed to be the consensus.
"Should we buy something for dinner, or plan on going out?"
Dan asked as he pulled into a local grocery store.
"Is there someplace near the cottage?" Teah asked.
"Yeah, a couple of roadside grills and a buffet," Dan
replied. "They're not too bad."
"Let's do that, then," Nadia proposed, and nobody objected.
By then Dan had parked, so he got out of the vehicle and
asked who wanted to go inside with him. Teah was all set to
go, stained dress and all, but the rest of us talked her out
of it. Instead, Ben and Nadia went in with Dan.
Teah turned around and knelt on the front seat, so she could
face Vivian and me in back. "So, how long have you three
been together?" she asked.
"We're not exactly together," I replied. "I knew Nadia a
couple of years ago, then we had a Coke on Tuesday. Now,
here we are. I had no idea Vivian was coming."
"Are we havin' fun yet?" Vivian asked. I presumed the
question was for Teah.
"Fun? Yes, I guess I am, but not at all the way I expected.
Whooh. I just hope my mother doesn't find out about this."
"I presume she's been aware of it at least since her wedding
day," Vivian remarked.
"No, I mean about me doing things. Oh, that was a joke,
wasn't it? I had no idea this weekend was going to be like
this, but at least I'm protected. You two are protected,
aren't you?"
"I got my injection this morning," I admitted.
"Longer than I can remember," Vivian allowed.
"Do guys do anything to make their cum so delicious?" Teah
asked.
"Like what?" I wondered.
"Well, like eat certain things, or drink scents, or
anything?"
"No, nothing like that," I replied, chucking.
"Do guys think girls smell and taste just as good?"
"Some do, some don't," Vivian commented. "Yonson here isn't
sure, yet."
"So, Vivian, you would just walk into a grocery like that,
naked, and do your shopping?"
"Sure. I'm naked everywhere. So I'm naked in the grocery
store, too."
"Well, that makes sense," Teah remarked. Then, she stopped
talking for a minute, and began scanning the edges of the
parking lot. Eventually, her eyes locked on something and
she turned around. "I'll be right back. I gotta pee," she
announced, and then she was out of the SUV.
It seemed incredible that Teah would go inside a grocery
store with her dress stained and damp as it was, but
apparently she had other plans. She headed straight for a
large panel truck that was parked against the woods! She
stayed behind the truck for a minute or so, then emerged
with her dress in worse condition than before! When she got
back to the vehicle, she grabbed the hem of her dress ,
flopped it a times, and then took her normal position in the
car. The windows were already open. Vivian sniffed and
raised an eyebrow.
Dan, Nadia, and Ben eventually returned with a shopping cart
packed with groceries, bug spray, toilet paper, paper
towels, and who knows what else. The problem, of course, was
fitting it all into the SUV. Everyone but Dan had to get in
first, and then Dan gave each of us a bag or two of stuff to
hold on our lap. This was uncomfortable, but amusing as
well. The leaves from a stalk of celery kept assaulting
Vivian's nipple.
* * * * *
Fortunately, it was only a twenty-minute drive to the
cottage. Dan unlocked the back door and the rest of us
carried in our bags and set them on the kitchen counter.
Then, we looked around. Incredibly, Teah seemed in no hurry
to change.
I'd been to the cottage before, but not recently. It was
smaller than I remembered it, but well maintained. The floor
plan consisted of a kitchen, bathroom, dining area, living
room, sun porch, two bedrooms, and a utility room. The
couches in the living room were sofa beds. The best part, of
course, was the lake, which sparkled under the blue sky and
the sun. Parallel to the house was a garage with two
overhead doors: one facing the driveway and one leading to a
boat launch. Near the launch ramp, a dock extended into the
lake. Outside the house and near the garage were two
showerheads and a concrete slab; Dan explained these were
for rinsing off lake water.
After looking around the property, we assembled in the
living room.
"So who's sleeping where?" Ben asked no one in particular.
"I thought Teah should have the small bedroom," Dan urged.
"Maybe then Nadia and Vivian should take the large bedroom,"
suggested Ben.
"I'd rather sleep here," Nadia countered. "That way, I can
hear the lake all night. I've never been near a lake before.
I think the sound of the waves would be relaxing."
"Me, too. I was thinkin' the same thing," Vivian echoed.
Dan scratched his head. "Well, Ben. do you want to take the
large bedroom with me, then? It's a queen-sized mattress, so
we shouldn't be bumping into each other all night. Nadia and
Vivian, that doesn't give you any closet space or changing
facilities, but I guess that's OK."
Nadia and Vivian could have said, "Like a steel trap," but
they didn't need to. Their expressions said it all.
Dan recovered and continued, "Is that OK with you, Adam?
That window seat over there pulls out, so there are three
beds in here."
I wasn't thrilled about spending three nights in the same
room with Vivian but, in the interest of domestic
tranquility, I agreed. Then, Dan went outside and started
unloading the SUV. Nadia and Teah took their suitcases
first, then Dan asked me to take some life vests into the
garage and toss them in the boat. He followed me with some
seat cushions and a ski line.
Ben and Vivian were taking their bags inside as we returned.
Dan then removed his bag and a box of boat parts, and the
luggage area was empty.
"Did you see my bag?" I asked him.
"No, I didn't. Are you sure it's not in the back seat or
something?"
I looked all through the vehicle, and there was no sign of
my duffel bag. The whole situation seemed impossible; I knew
I'd loaded that bag.
"Maybe one of the others brought it in for you," Dan
suggested.
That had to be the answer, I thought. Relieved, I went
inside and called out, "Did somebody bring in my bag?" but
there was no response.
With no alternative, I began a room-to-room search. Teah,
Ben, Nadia, and Vivian each denied seeing or bringing in my
bag, and it certainly wasn't sitting around anywhere. I went
back outside and look all around the area where we'd been
unloading, and it wasn't there either!
I was livid. I was frustrated. I was ready to do weights for
about six hours. I sat on a stump, watched the lake, and
tried to figure out what to do. Then, I went inside. I found
Nadia and Vivian in a corner of the living room, having a
whispered conversation.
"Vivian, are you sure you haven't seen my bag?" I asked.
"It was a Bald Mountain sports bag, right?" she replied.
"Yes, that's right."
"Well, I remember seeing it and taking it out when I was
trying to fit all my stuff in, but I'm sure I put it back."
Suddenly, I was sick to my stomach. "What was in all those
bags of yours, anyway? Don't tell me it was clothes."
"No, it wasn't clothes. It was just towels in case we ran
short, and some blankets in case it got cold at night, and
my favorite pillow, and a teddy bear I was going to give Dan
for taking us. But don't tell him about the teddy bear, OK?
I'll give it to him when we get home."
Every cell in my body wanted to accuse Vivian of swiping my
clothes. And I was sure Nadia had played some part in it,
too. But I couldn't prove a thing, and there I was for the
three-day weekend with nothing to wear but a single pair of
shorts!
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" I confronted Nadia.
"Oh yes! The lake, the cottage, the fresh air, swimming,
boating, . What's not to enjoy?"
"You know what I mean," I retaliated. By then, the other
three had come into the living room to see what was going
on.
"I'm stuck here with nothing to wear for the whole weekend
but this pair of shorts," I explained.
"Maybe Dan or I have something that would fit you," Ben
suggested.
"I'd appreciate that, but neither of you are exactly my
size."
"Maybe you could get something in Precipice Flats," Teah
suggested.
"There aren't any real clothing stores in Precipice Flats,"
Dan regretted to inform us. "You could get a t-shirt at one
of the gift shops maybe, but that's about it. There's a mall
in Wheatfield Beach, but that's over an hour's drive each
way. And we don't have enough fuel to go today. You can't
leave a hydrogen still running when no one's around, and I
just started it a few minutes ago."
"Well, I gotta get some clothes," I persisted.
"I know. So how about this: today, just keep wearing those
shorts. That's probably what you would've done anyway. Then
later tomorrow morning, or maybe after lunch, we'll probably
go out anyway, and then you can find something else. Sorry,
man, but we're not in a big city here, you know? Things are
spread out and they're not twenty-four by seven."
"OK, tomorrow," I agreed reluctantly.
"What about the rest of the afternoon?" Ben asked.
"Well, are we all unpacked?" Dan asked.
Now as one, Nadia, Vivian, and I threw icy stares. Ben and
Teah said they were OK for the moment.
"Well, we can hang out here, or go swimming off the dock, or
go swimming at the beach, or hike around the area. Or we
could take the boat out for a ride or water skiing. Or
whatever. I should tell you, though, that today's probably
the only day that'll be good for water skiing. Saturday,
Sunday, and Monday, the lake will be too crowded." Of
course, water skiing was the consensus.
* * * * *
Dan, Teah, and Ben all changed into swimsuits. I was just
glad Teah got out of that dress. Her new outfit was a
conservative one-piece suit with a blue floral pattern. Ben
had gray surfer shorts. Dan was the raciest with a pair of
dark green skin shorts. Nadia wore a little beach wrap-
around and Vivian, well, she was Vivian.
Ben and I opened both garage doors. The boat was a twenty
foot inboard, with the hydrogen tanks, fuel cell, and drive
motors aligned from bow to stern. Dan had us throw in a
number of items from the garage, such as more life vests,
some tow ropes, sun block, and skis. Meanwhile, the girls
brought out towels and a cooler full of drinks.
Dan backed the SUV up to the boat, then the three of us
worked together to connect the hitch.. When that was done,
Dan backed the trailer down the launch ramp. When the boat
was near floating, Ben crawled in with one end of a line and
I took the other end to the dock. Dan freed the clamps that
held the boat to the trailer, then freed the winch as well.
When the boat floated free, I pulled it to the dock and
secured it.
Dan pulled the trailer and the SUV back to level ground and
then, after closing the garage doors, he returned to the
dock and his camp counselor persona.
"There's sun block in the boat, everyone, and you really do
need it. There's no shade out there on the water, and you
get double-exposed because the UV reflects off the surface.
Also, everyone needs to wear a life vest at all times. If
you don't the rangers will write you a ticket."
Ben, at that point, tossed me two bottles of sun block and
kept one for himself. I tossed one bottle to Dan. A moment
later, after finding a vest that fit him, Ben threw the rest
of the vests onto the dock.
In no time at all, Nadia was standing in front of me, facing
away and dropping her skirt.
"Do me, wouldja?" she asked. "I can't reach."
"Couldn't you and Vivian do each other?" I pleaded.
"I don't like it when girls touch me," Nadia explained.
I didn't want to touch that remark, either, so I dutifully
began applying lotion to her back. She actually had a pretty
good back. I'd noticed it and even touched it before, of
course, but this time, slobbering her with lotion and
working it into her skin, I really had time to admire her
muscle tone and smoothness.
"Keep going," she urged.
"I think you can reach the rest yourself," I replied.
"Are you shy?"
So what guy wants to agree with that? Not me, surely, so I
carefully lubed up her butt, thighs, and calves. Her butt
was at least as good as her back: firm, round, pert, and
shapely all without being too large. The backs of her thighs
were smooth and muscular. Of course, as soon as I finished
her calves, she turned around and held out her arms. And so
it was that I worked lotion into her thighs, pussy, abs,
breasts, shoulders, and arms.
This gave me an opportunity to examine the rings in her
pussy lips at close quarters. They weren't much different
than earrings, really, except that they were pierced through
her outer lips. For the life of me I couldn't imagine why
anyone would do that to themselves, but I guess she had her
reasons. At least, she made me look. The rest of her pussy
was hairlessly smooth and compact, with inner lips that
didn't protrude at all.
When I got to her breasts, she ordered me to remove and
replace the nipple shields. She had a barbell post pierced
horizontally through each nipple, and the barbells kept the
shields in place. I had to pinch her nipples so the shield
could slip over one end of the barbell, then the other. Of
course, after lubing her breast, I had to repeat the
procedure to get the shield back in place. Nadia had me pick
up and hold her skirt while she stepped into it, urging me
not to get too much lotion on the fabric. But it was a
polyester that seemed unlikely to stain.
By the time I finished Nadia, Dan, Ben, and Teah were done
as well, In fact, they'd formed an audience. Nadia gave them
a little curtsy, then stepped aside as Vivian took her
place.
I should have expected that, of course, but I still couldn't
believe it was happening. "Does anyone else want to try
this?" I asked, turning around and offering the bottle.
Dan seemed interested for a moment, then Teah kicked him.
Ben was engaged in a closer examination of Nadia's nipple
shields. And so I began the terrible task. I was about to
run my hands over every loathsome inch of Vivian
Vivichelli's body.
I started, as before, with the shoulders and back. Vivian
was really too muscular for my taste, but it did give her
back an interesting texture. Her olive skin was smooth and
sleek, and the underlying tissue was firm and well defined.
Of course, her butt and thighs were muscular as well. The
butt had those dimples that body builders get, and the
thighs were firm and well defined. The thickest part was
near the middle, and not at the top. Her calf muscles were a
little manly.
In front, her thighs looked a little heavy, because of the
muscles, but she had no extra thickness around the waist.
Her abs were washboard; what else can I say? Her lower abs
were very trim, and her mons protruded without looking stuck
on.
Though lightly covered with hair, the lips of her pussy were
at once firm and delicately-formed. The inner lips protruded
just a little bit. It looked like a pretty large opening, to
tell the truth.
Her breasts were as firm as I expected. They were quite
conical, with no fold of skin beneath them. When I applied
lotion to the underside, there was very little give. Her
nipples were dark brown, well defined, and erect. The top
corner of her shoulders had little dimples. Even her neck
muscles were pronounced.
Her facial expression was confident, inquisitive, and
intimidating. With lips slightly parted, she watched me like
a hawk but gave no reaction.
With eyes locked, I rubbed more lotion onto her breasts.
This caused a quick breath and an eye movement almost too
slight to notice. Hah, made you blink, I thought. I began
rubbing the cream in circles around her nipples, then I
pinched and rolled the edges until she made a small sound. A
passing motorboat slowed down and the passengers waved.
Bit by bit I dropped one hand lower, then tested her
arousal. She was obviously lubricated with more than
sunblock, but not heavily so. Eyes still locked, I stepped a
few inches to the side and opened her slit. As I had with
Ginger at the Y, I transferred fluid from her vagina to her
clitty. This time, however, my longest finger probed deep
inside her and my thumb did the work outside.
Slowly and forcibly I continued working her delicate tissue.
Although her gaze never wavered, she began undulating in
rhythm with my hand. Her vagina loosened further and I
closed my hand, driving the inner wall in the direction of
her stiff clitoris. Her entire body stiffened, then she
gasped, then her hips shook and she cried out, "Yes," over
and over again. On and on it went, until it seemed she might
fall over. To stabilize her, I moved my upper hand to her
back. All the while, our eyes remained locked. Finally, her
orgasm subsided and she stood still.
"Too bad you wear pants, Yonson," she spat. And it was true:
I had an erection that could beat a space shuttle ready for
launch. "Where'd you learn that?"
"Bathroom wall," I replied.
"How deep is the water out here?" she asked Ben.
"Six feet."
"I hope this stuff is waterproof, Yonson. Otherwise, you'll
need to start over." And with that, she jumped into the
lake.
The other four stood transfixed. "Well?" I asked.
"It's waterproof," Dan replied.
Unceremoniously I rubbed what was left of the sun block over
my chest, arms, and legs. Ben quickly oiled my back, then I
tried on a life vest. Dan helped me adjust it.
A minute later, Vivian did her Bond girl imitation, climbing
the dock ladder and then stretching while the sun glittered
off her wet skin. Dan tossed me a vest, and I in turn tossed
it to Vivian. It was a new women's model that didn't weigh
on the breasts, but even so Vivian had a lot of trouble
adjusting it to be comfortable. But she never asked for help
and never got any. Nadia has less trouble but I helped her
anyway.
* * * * *
"So much for preliminaries," announced Dan, stepping into
the boat and taking the captain's position. "Let's go!" So
naturally we all got in, Dan started the engine, and off we
went.
For starters, Dan gave showed us some nearby points of
interest: the beach near the cottage, the town of Precipice
Flats, an estate owned by a rock star, a cliff where Indian
maidens supposedly jumped to their death if they lost in
love. The entire north shore was part of a national forest
and wildlife preserve, and was therefore off-limits to
developers and vacationers alike.
Next, we each took turns piloting the boat for five or ten
minutes. Other boaters waved at us, and especially at Nadia
and Vivian.
After we tired of just cruising around, Dan headed for a
quiet bay, cut the engine to idle, and shifted the
propellers into neutral. "Anyone want to try skiing?" he
asked.
I, of course, volunteered first. I was easily the best
swimmer and I'd water-skied before. No one had any
objections, so I kicked off my shoes and then Dan and Ben
helped adjust the skis to my feet.
Dan gave everyone a quick lesson in hand signals, then asked
for a spotter. Nadia volunteered. Ben threw the skis behind
the boat and got ready to feed me the tow line. Dan sat at
the wheel, and Nadia took a standing position next to him,
facing backwards and leaning on the instrument panel. I dove
into the water, intending to head for the skis and slip them
on.
Once I was in the water, however, something felt weird. At
first I thought it was the lake water or the waves, but then
I reached down and discovered the awful truth. Somewhere
between the boat and my present position, I'd lost my
shorts!
I kicked and flailed around a bit, hoping to find my shorts,
but there was no sign of them. Then I worked my way back to
the boat, watching and feeling for anything that felt like
fabric. No joy. Finally, I was back at the boat, supporting
myself from the gunwale, still scanning the area.
"Is everything OK?" asked Ben.
"My shorts came off," I admitted. There was no point beating
around the bush.
"Are you sure?" Ben asked.
"What kind of question is that?" I responded, somewhat
annoyed. But just to play out the act, I reached down and
grabbed where my waistband should have been. Of course, no
one in the boat could see through the lake water. I knew
because Vivian kept looking.
"Well, whadya gonna do, man?" Ben asked.
"Whadya mean?"
"Well, you can get in the boat, ski, or tread water for the
rest of your life. Except I don't think treading water is
really an option."
I wasn't about to go water skiing naked, waving (so to
speak) at nearby boats. "Let me in the boat," I decided.
"Don't you need to get used to this?" Nadia inquired. "You
know, for swim team."
"I'll deal with that some other time," I replied.
"When does the team start? You know, like practices, or
meets, or workouts, or anything?"
"Workouts probably start Tuesday or Wednesday," I admitted.
"So, skinny dipping today is a major problem, but in four or
five days, you're going to be fine with it."
"That's the plan. Can I get in the boat now?"
"And three of those days are going to be here at the lake,"
Nadia pointed out.
"Exactly. Is there a towel or something in there?"
At that, everyone looked around the boat. Then Nadia held up
a beach towel.
"Look, Adam, this is a bummer and all that, but there's no
point talking about it all day," Dan urged. "Get the skis,
would you, and let the next person try?"
He was right, of course, so I fetched the skis, handed them
into the boat, and then I climbed into the boat as well. Of
course, Nadia wouldn't toss me the towel! No, I had to
balance my way across the boat and take it from her. For a
moment everyone got an eyeful, then I fastened the towel
around my waist and sat in the back corner.
"Who's next?" Dan asked.
"I'll go," Ben said. He and Dan adjusted the skis and threw
them behind the boat, then Ben jumped in-feet first-and
slipped his feet into the skis. Dan, meanwhile, had taken
the controls.
"Someone needs to throw Ben the tow line," Dan shouted over
the engine noise. None of the girls made a move, so I
gathered my courage, stood up, tossed the line in Ben's
general direction, and immediately lost my towel! And not
only that, but my toss had missed!
First things first, I recovered my towel and quickly put it
on. But of course, it fell back off as I was reeling in the
line for the second toss. Knowing I was beat, I finished
reeling in the line and then threw it to Ben stark naked.
That attempt worked, so I quickly gathered my towel and sat
down again. The others were giggling but I ignored them.
Ben signaled that he was ready, and Dan edged the boat
forward until the line was taut. Then, Dan gunned the
engine, Ben lost his grip, and the line went flying.
Fortunately, I was able to pull in the line from my seated
position. Then, when Dan came about for a second attempt, I
stood up, threw the line to Ben, and promptly lost my towel
again!
We repeated the same cycle, including me losing my towel,
three or four times until Ben finally got up. The boat
pulled him along for about thirty seconds, during which he
crossed the boat's wake and took air a couple of times.
Finally, of course, he wiped and we had to start over again.
Ben had a couple more false starts, but a couple of good
runs as well. Then, Dan asked if any of the girls wanted to
try. There were no takers, so Dan decided to go himself. I
don't think he trusted Ben at the controls, though, because
he asked me to take the wheel.
This meant I had to move from the back of the boat to the
front, but after all Dan had done for us, I didn't want to
keep him out of the water. So, I gathered my courage and
gingerly worked my way to the helm. Somebody pulled at the
towel as I passed Teah and Vivian, but when I turned around
they both smiled innocently.
Dan, meanwhile, dove into the water and put on the skis. I
sat at the controls with Nadia standing next to me, still in
her spotter position.
"You really have nothing to worry about," she remarked,
patting me on the shoulder. "I like the way you look."
"I look the same as always," I told her.
"Yeah, but who knew?"
Just about then, Dan signaled ready and it was time to
drive. After a couple of attempts, I managed to pull him out
of the water without pulling the line out of his hands.
Then, I learned that as his water resistance decreased, I
had to back off and then reaccelerate. Nadia was actually a
pretty good spotter.
"Killer tan you've got there, Adam," she remarked. Following
her gaze revealed two things. First, once again my towel had
slipped away. Second, I had a perfect overall tan!
I wanted more than anything on earth to reach down and pull
up my towel, but Dan was in the middle or a long run and I
had to keep my hands on the wheel.
"I had my pigmentation adjusted this morning," I explained
to Nadia. "I guess that kicks in really fast."
"Are you sure you haven't been sunbathing just a little
bit?" she probed.
"How would. You mean sunbathing naked? No, I can guarantee
you, not even a little bit."
"Well, you need some sun block, then."
Nadia stroked my newly-tanned hip, and I instantly grew
erect. Hugely erect! So much so that Nadia reached down to
touch it! But fortunately, she was keeping an eye on Dan as
well.
"Oh, Dan's down. You better to go back and get him. See,
there!"
Naturally, I cut power, swung the boat around, and pulled up
to where Dan was treading water. "Good run, dude!" exclaimed
Ben.
"Yeah, that was some run. Good driving there, Adam!" Dan
shouted. "Who's next?"
"I'm ready to try," Nadia announced. "Adam needs some sun
block, then I want him to help me with my skis and drive for
me. Adam, stand up."
I really had no desire to stand up at that moment,
especially with my massive erection. But with the towel
constantly slipping off, I probably did need protection from
the sun. So in the end, so to speak, I stood up and let
Nadia butter my behind. Then, she turned me around and
slobbered up my hips and cock. Especially my cock. My
erection, of course, grew even more intense.
Left to her own devices, I think Nadia would have rubbed in
sun block for the rest of the afternoon. I, however, had no
desire to become a spectacle. So the moment she took her
hands off me, I donned my towel and walked to the center of
the boat. The towel, unfortunately, did little to hide my
massive erection.
Dan got back into boat and found a smaller set of skis for
Nadia. Of course, when I knelt down to adjust them, my towel
fell away for the fiftieth time of the afternoon. Nadia got
the premier rod shot, but Dan and Teah were watching as
well. Dan just looked away but Teah was fascinated! She
couldn't take her eyes off me!
With Nadia's skis adjusted, I took my position at the helm,
this time placing the towel across my lap. Dan gave Nadia
some basic instruction, then pronounced her ready. Teah
volunteered to spot.
In a flash, Nadia handed Vivian her wrap around and then
jumped into the water and swam astern. Ben threw Nadia the
line, and when Nadia signaled ready, I accelerated.
I didn't gun the motors as much as I had for Dan but even
so, the tow line flew out of Nadia's hands. We gave it
another try. And another. And another. Finally, after about
the sixth attempt, Dan jumped in the water and swam over to
coach Nadia.
We were all waiting for the Nadia's ready signal when Teah
swiped my towel! "What's up?" I asked, quickly turning my
attention to her.
"You are," Teah explained, and it was true. I was still
erect from before. "I just love the way you look you without
that towel. And you look really foolish with it, you know.
With the, ah, towel, I mean. Oh, Nadia's ready!"
I tried pulling Nadia up once again, and the result was
easily her best attempt so far. But she still lost the line
and we had to cycle through the procedure again.
"You want me to prance around the boat naked?" I asked Teah.
"Well, yeah," she replied. "I really like the way you look.
To see you with clothes, or that foolish towel, and then
now, I mean, I had no idea!"
"Well, I think it's embarrassing. Especially with this
erection you keep staring at."
"Adam, I love the way that looks, too. Ooh, look, you're
oozing." And at that, she touched the head of my cock,
lifted a drop with her finger, and tasted it.
"You're supposed to be here with Dan," I reminded her.
"Yeah, I am, but it's OK to look, isn't it?"
"Touching and tasting aren't part of looking, Teah."
Nadia almost got up, but then she fell forward. She was
getting close.
"What's OK between you and Dan is up to you and Dan," I
remarked. "But I'm not going to shaft one of my best
friends."
"Well, he's bouncing around in the water with Nadia, and
touching her, and she's naked," Teah pointed out.
"Teah, I really don't like being naked."
"But I do. Like you being naked, I mean. And so do Nadia and
Vivian. I can see it. If you won't do it for me, will you do
it for them?" She picked up another drop and had another
taste.
Just then Nadia signaled ready, and this time she got all
the way up. She didn't have a long run, but even so it was a
success. We came about to pick her up, and she decided she'd
had enough and got back in the boat. Vivian returned her
wrap-around.
"Where do you go to the bathroom out here?" Teah asked.
"In the water or over the side," I replied. "There might be
a bucket you could use but it all works out the same."
Teah lifted another drop from my cock head and smeared it on
her swimsuit. Then, she asked no one in particular, "Can I
be next?" And walked away with my towel! She handed it to
Vivian, who promptly used it as a seat cushion.
Dan stayed in the water to coach Teah, and Nadia reclaimed
her position as spotter. Of course, like everyone else, Teah
didn't get up on the first attempt.
"What happened to your towel?" Nadia asked while Teah was
learning the ropes.
"Teah took it. She thinks I look better without it."
"You do," Nadia stated firmly.
"You're not just saying that to mess with me, are you?"
"Adam, I would never do that. Just look at you! If there was
ever a hunka hunka burnin' love, it's gotta be you. You got
the hair, you got the face, you got the pecs, you got the
abs, you got the hard-on; what's not to like?"
Teah got up on the fourth attempt, and again on the fifth.
But that was enough for her, so she and Dan both got back in
the boat.
"Anybody else?" Dan asked.
"I'll go," said Vivian, much to my surprise. "But I want
Yonson here to throw the tow line."
The instant Vivian got up, Teah naturally repossessed my
towel. I could have found another one, I suppose, but
instead I decided to test what Teah had said. I figured if
Nadia and Vivian were putting on an act, I'd see through it.
Vivian swam out to the starting position with surprisingly
strong strokes.
It was pretty weird standing there naked, my hard-on waving
in the breeze, and throwing the tow line to a naked girl in
the water. Nadia and Teah seemed to be enjoying the show;
I'll grant them that much. But then, once she had the rope,
Vivian motioned for me to come out and coach her. She knew I
was no water skiing expert, but I swam out anyway, wondering
what she had in mind.
"I thought you might need to pee," Vivian remarked when I
reached her. "You know, with you doing that statue of
liberty number there on the boat."
"It's hard when I have an erection like this," I admitted.
"Yeah, I know. C'mere." And when I did, she grabbed the
object of our discussion.
"Don't tread water," she instructed me. "Just let the vest
keep you up. You wanna be facing the boat or away?"
"Uh, away," I replied, realizing I was giving her permission
to proceed with some evil plan. Vivian Vivichelli. I
couldn't believe it.
She started by massaging my cock with the hand that already
had it. Then, she pulled me toward her, squeezing my cock
between our abs. With her hand still on my back, she locked
her legs around mine, so that each passing wave rolled us
against each other. It was very odd, feeling blood rush to
my organ with water all around it. The pressure was
mounting, mounting, mounting! A warning spasm drew lake
water into my piss hole: a very strange feeling indeed. I
held Vivian's back, but everything else was out of reach.
She watched the people on the boat at least as much as she
did me.
From time to time, a wave covered us and we had to pause for
air. Then, we seemed to hit some kind of plateau. Vivian
grabbed my thighs, and lifted me until a few inches of my
cock were above water. Then, she pounced.
It was the most fantastic sensation of my young life. Her
wet, slippery mouth engulfed the head of my cock and the
most sensitive part of its base. Then she worked her lips on
me, worked her throat on me, and worked her tongue on my
sensitive spot. The lake water was flowing around my chest,
my back, my butt, my thighs, my balls. A wave rolled over us
but Vivian maintained her pace. Then she grabbed my butt and
I went to heaven. This was surely the most powerful eruption
of my life! On and on it went, me pumping cum and Vivian
swallowing what she could. But I shot more than she could
hold and it ended up on her face, on her neck, on her chest,
and in her hair. On and on I pumped, then finally it was
over. Vivian washed herself off by dunking underwater. I
finally relaxed and took a piss. Then, I looked at Vivian in
a whole new way.
"Bathroom wall," she explained, then she waved at the boat
and signaled ready. Dan was a little slow accelerating the
boat, but Vivian lifted on the first attempt. Then she
completed a five-minute run, including several high jumps
and a couple of flips. By hand signals, she directed Dan
back to my position, then dropped one ski and took another
pass. Finally, she returned to my position, dropped the line
and came to rest a few feet away.
"Lemme guess. Bathroom wall." I suggested.
"Something like that. For a couple of summers, I lived with
an uncle who gave lessons. Of course, other than that, he
was just a beach bum. So, you gonna try again?"
"Those skis aren't adjusted."
"Tell you what, Yonson; I think between the two of us, we
can figure this out. Here, try this." She opened the binding
on one ski about an inch and had me try it on. It was
perfect. I adjusted the other ski and got it on the second
try.
I knew I wasn't going to match Vivian's performance, but I
wanted to come as close as I could. Vivian swam back to the
boat, then I got up on the second try. I completed three
good runs, ending with a pretty good jump and a spectacular
wipeout. The wipeout shook me up a bit and I decided to call
it quits.
"Not too shabby, dude," Dan cheered as I returned to the
boat.
"Go, Adam," shouted Nadia.
"Good run," encouraged Ben.
"You have possibilities, Yonson" remarked Vivian. By then, I
was climbing the ladder into the boat.
"Looking good," gushed Teah, still guarding my towel and
staring at my cock. It was erect again.
"You're sure about that?" I asked.
"Oh yes," said Teah, not speaking exactly to my face.
"Rock on, Adam," said Nadia. "Gotta practice for swim
practice, you know."
"Eh?" said Vivian, raising one eyebrow and shrugging.
"Girls!" remarked Dan, shaking his head. He showed no
inclination to trade his suit for a breeze.
"Not much you can do about it, man," Ben said. "Those shorts
are history, that's for sure."
"We ought to be get moving," Dan urged. "There's no point
getting back and docking the boat after dark. Does anybody
need a little swim before we leave?"
Does anybody need to pee, he meant. Ben jumped directly into
the water, but Teah came up to Dan and whispered a question
in his ear. After receiving a whispered response, she
removed her life vest, jumped in the water, handed Dan her
suit, faced away from us, paused a couple of minutes, then
put on her suit, climbed into the boat, and put on her vest.
It took about forty-five minutes to get back to the cottage,
then another thirty minutes to pull the boat out of the
water and secure it in the garage. Dan assured us this was
necessary because of vandals, thieves, and bad weather.
* * * * *
Pulling the boat out of the water wasn't too weird because
by then it was dusk. Going into the cottage was much
stranger because it was a family place, because the lights
were on, and because Dan, Ben, and Teah were changing for
dinner. Nadia, of course, had probably taken less than ten
seconds to change, and was sitting with Vivian on a living
room couch. I really didn't know what to do, so I just sat
down. I was still erect, now at an upward angle. It seemed
very odd being erect that long, and having everyone know it.
"Maybe I should just skip dinner," I pondered, giving my
member a flick.
"Didn't you have an injection this morning?" Nadia asked. "A
lot of stuff goes on in your system after that. You need
food. And not the junk food we bought at the grocery store
this afternoon."
"We'll, this is weird sitting here naked while the others
get dressed," I remarked.
"Gee, ya think?" questioned Vivian.
"Well, how am I going to walk into a restaurant like this?"
I asked.
"Left, right, left, right?" suggested Vivian.
"It'd be much worse to wear a towel or sheet," Nadia
observed.
"Look, Yonson, I deal with this all the time. It's OK to be
naked. They made it legal. Everywhere. Nobody can kick you
out or make a fuss about it. If they do, you can sic a
lawyer on `em."
"I'd rather just wear clothes. And get rid of this
erection."
"Well, those are the breaks, Yonson. And once a day is my
limit."
"Adam, I'm telling you again, I really like the way you
look," Nadia urged. "Better than with clothes. And that
erection looks fantastic on you. Could it be from your
injection? Maybe you should call the doctor in the morning."
"Is it painful?" Vivian asked.
"No."
"Well then, it's probably from your injection. They can fix
it so being hard all the time isn't bad for you. But did you
ask for that? To be hard all day?"
"No."
"Well, call `em in the morning, then. But I gotta admit, it
looks good on you."
Ben and Dan came in about then, and gave the three of us a
good look. Dan was wearing a Dhrystone Lake polo shirt and
cotton pants; Ben wore a t-shirt and jeans.
"Are you really going through with this, Adam?" Ben asked.
"It's this or go hungry," I explained.
"Aren't you going to feel weird?" he continued.
"Maybe it won't be crowded," I tried convincing myself.
Teah emerged a few minutes later wearing a white knit
sleeveless top and a short denim skirt. Minutes later, we
were in the car, on our way to a restaurant, with three of
us in the back seat wearing a total of one miniskirt. And
the one in the miniskirt sure wasn't me.
* * * * *
For dinner, Dan suggested the local buffet he'd mentioned
earlier. With no real knowledge of the area, the rest of us
agreed.
The place turned out to be Biff's All-You-Can-Eat Buffet,
and of course it was packed with people who'd driven up for
the weekend. Dan dropped the girls and me at the door, then
he and Ben headed for a parking space that was probably in
the next county.
I couldn't believe I was standing outside, stark naked, in a
restaurant parking lot. It helped somewhat to remember that
Vivian was naked, and that Nadia was nearly so. In addition,
a few of the people already waiting from tables were naked.
Not most, not many, but at least a few.
A naked hostess was working the outdoor podium, giving out
places in line. I told her we wanted a table for six.
"Were you planning to go in naked like that?" the hostess
asked. This was a problem I didn't need.
"Well, yeah, there was some confusion and my duffel bag got
left at home," I explained. "Then I lost my shorts on the
lake this afternoon, and I guess there's no place open that
would have something my size, ."
"OK, well, there's a 15% discount for naked patrons,"
explained the hostess. Are all six people naked? We'll check
again at the door."
"Uh, three of us," I claimed, figuring Nadia was close
enough.
The hostess synced my PDA number into the restaurant's
system, then I paid for three naked and three clothed and
went on the waiting list. "Thirty-six minutes," my PDA said.
"I like the way you look," remarked the hostess.
Though the entry doors I saw a tiny lobby filled with hot
sweaty people jostling and bumping into each other. Given my
utterly naked and highly erect condition, that hardly seemed
the place to be. So instead we waited outside, in full view
of anyone driving down the highway.
At least we had company. Among the waiting customers, there
were several as naked as Vivian and me. A few more, like
Nadia, were wearing less than customary outfits. One entire
family was naked. The kids were playing on a jungle gym. I
kept telling myself it was this or give up the swim team.
Dan and Ben showed up about ten minutes later and split the
bill with me. It was a beautiful evening, perhaps
accentuated by the touch of a warm breeze all over my body.
We talked and joked for quite a while about our escapades on
the lake.
Eventually my PDA announced that our table was ready.
Somehow we traversed the crowded lobby with dignity intact,
then the inside hostess checked our reservation.
"It says three naked here," the hostess stated.
"Yeah, there's me and these two girls," I pointed out.
"OK, well miss, you need to get rid of that skirt or pay
full price," the hostess told Nadia.
"I'm sorry," I apologized to Nadia. "I guess I didn't
understand the rules." Then I told the hostess to charge
full price through my PDA.
"No don't," Nadia interrupted, casually removing her skirt.
"I'll just throw this over the back of my chair. It seems
warm in here anyway."
The hostess didn't seem entirely convinced, but nevertheless
she led us to a round table with six chairs. Nadia and
Vivian sat on either side of me, with Dan, Teah, and Ben
across.
Going through the salad bar started like a scene from a
nightmare. There I was, walking through a crowded restaurant
stark naked, getting in line with other people, my flagrant
erection in plain view for all to see. People were staring
at me, too, and I could tell some of them disapproved.
In front of me, however, were Vivian and Nadia with their
tits, pussies, shoulders, backs, butts, and thighs all in
full view. As they reached in for lettuce, toppings, or
dressings their breasts swayed and their legs flexed. And
they were as little concerned as if they were fully clothed.
A pair of girls on the other side of the serving table were
watching me closely and smiling a lot.
As I walked back to our table, an older couple looked up at
me and reacted with a mix of disgust and exasperation. But
then I noticed a few happy naked families, a few naked
couples apparently on dates, a scattering of other naked
people throughout the room. But it still felt awfully weird
when I bumped my dick on the table, and when I set my bare
butt on the chair seat.
"So Adam, how's it going?" Teah asked.
"Weird, " I replied. "I guess it's better than going hungry,
though."
"I like the way you look, Adam," Teah encouraged. Dan,
however, rolled his eyes. He was definitely starting to get
annoyed with Teah, with me, or both.
By the time I finished my salad, things were starting to get
critical. For one thing, I needed badly to take a piss. For
another, my dick was starting to ooze pre-cum. With as much
dignity as possible, I excused myself and headed for the
restrooms.
Of course, the restaurant had remodeled and there was only
one large restroom. And the stalls were open, with low walls
and no doors. The evening was starting to feel like a
nightmare again. I thought for a moment about going outside
and finding a nice spot behind a dumpster.
Then, in the back corner, I noticed a tall, thin, oriental
girl. She was wearing only a sports bra; her tennis skirt
was on the floor. And she was off in her own world,
masturbating with a vengeance.
Desperate, I took the stall next to her and tried to bring
myself off quickly. But suddenly, she noticed what I was
doing and stepped into my stall!
"I like the way you look," she panted, then she put one hand
on my cock and the other behind my back. I reciprocated and
in no time at all, we brought each other off. Clearly, we
were both on hair triggers! Then silently, the girl took her
skirt in her clean hand and headed to a sink where she
washed up and got dressed. I peed, then washed at a
different sink. A few people had gathered to watch, but they
dispersed. Several of the younger women grinned expectantly.
One told me she liked the way I looked.
Composing myself and ignoring all instincts to check my fly,
I reentered the restaurant. Ben was in the entr‚e line and I
fell in behind him. Already, my dick was getting hard again.
Then I spotted the oriental girl on the other side of the
serving table!
Fortunately, we were of like minds. We ignored each other.
Ben, however immediately began babbling.
"Lavi!" he exclaimed. "Hi, Lavi. Adam, this is Lavender Liu.
She goes to Outer Midlands High School. I know her from
work. Lavi, this is my friend Adam"
"Nice to meet you, Adam," Lavi replied smoothly. "But Ben,
what a surprise! What brings you to Precipice Flats?"
"Some friends and I came up for the weekend," Ben explained.
"Me, too!" Lavi gushed. "I was supposed to meet my friends
here but they haven't arrived yet. Would you like to sit
with me?"
"Uh, sure," Ben replied. "Do you mind, Adam?"
"No, go ahead," I decided. "Lavi, nice to meet you. You seem
like an interesting person."
"The pleasure was half mine," she replied
When I got back to our table, Teah told me again that she
liked the way I looked.
"Thanks, Teah, but aren't you with Dan this weekend?" I
replied.
"Well, yeah, but, you know, this is new for me too, seeing
you like, uh, that, and, . But yes, I'm here with Dan." And
with that, she gave Dan a hug and a kiss.
Nadia and Vivian returned with their plates a few seconds
later, and we all dug in. The food actually wasn't too bad,
considering the size of the place the number of people
flowing through it. About the time we finished, Ben and Lavi
appeared.
"Hi, guys," Dan began. "Uh, Lavi and I are leaving together.
We'll meet you at the cottage. Is that OK?"
"Sure," we all said in unison. I had a feeling Ben as in for
a good time.
Teah, Vivian, and Nadia all went to the washroom together,
providing me a moment to speak with Dan.
"Look, Dan, I want to apologize for all the attention Teah
is giving me. She's a nice girl and all that, but she's here
with you and I'm not trying to muscle in. I wish she'd get
off that kick of hers."
"I know, Adam, and I don't hold this against you in any way.
You're gonna attract a lot of attention from a lot of girls
being, uh, the way you are now. Anyway, we're gonna get you
some clothes tomorrow, right?"
"Yeah, that's the plan. I do have to get used to this,
though. It's either that or give up the swim team. Uh, look,
have you considered doing something that would get Teah's
attention?"
"Like what?"
"Well, we know she likes to look at guys."
Dan was one hundred percent blank stare.
"Well, look, I gotta use the restroom again," I continued.
"Let's go."
When I returned to the restroom, a small crowd formed around
me. Dan threw me a puzzled look, but I ignored him and the
crowd as well. I also managed to pee without relieving
myself first. Then, we met the girls outside, walked to the
car, and headed back to Dan's cottage.
* * * * *
Back at the cottage, Ben and Lavi were clearly going at it
in the large bedroom. The door was closed but the sounds
were unmistakable. They were loud, too: so loud that the
five of us went out on the patio to talk.
There was an outdoor light near the patio door, but Dan
didn't turn it on. Instead, he dropped his shorts and sat on
the glider next to Teah. When she realized what Dan had done
Teah stood up and undressed as well. The night was so dark
that none of us could really see each other, but the shadows
told all.
We talked about our long day for a little while, but Dan and
Teah quickly dropped out of the conversation. The sounds I
heard from the glider were mostly gasps, giggles, and
sliding skin. Vivian pulled her chair close to mine and
Nadia knelt on a towel in front of me. Vivian touched the
back of my neck while I touched hers and Nadia stroked my
thighs. Every few minutes, Vivian and I focused our
attentions lower: collarbone, nipple, ribs, abs, sex. Nadia
was fully between my thighs, engulfing as much of my
engorged cock as her mouth would allow. Vivian worked on the
rest.
Dan and Teah seemed to erupt in a minor explosion, then they
rinsed in the outdoor shower and went inside. I erupted a
few minutes later, but the girls weren't done with me. They
silently washed me in the outdoor shower, then led me into
the living room.
Dan and Teah had gone in the small bedroom and closed the
door. Vivian opened the largest sofa bed, then Nadia dropped
her skirt and sat on the edge with me. Vivian turned off the
lights and took the opposite side. Nadia and I kissed, then
she reversed herself and pulled my head toward her. We
kissed upside down, then Nadia guided my lips to her
breasts. At the same time, Vivian gently stroked my hips and
butt.
Kissing Nadia's nipple shields didn't do much of either of
us, so I quickly moved to her abs. Her musky smell was clear
at that point. Nadia kept pushing my shoulders downward, and
it was clear what she wanted me to do. I kissed her belly
button; I kissed her lower abs; I kissed her mons; I kissed
her piercings; I kissed her sex. Nadia jumped for a second,
then pushed my head deeper. Using first my lips, then my
tongue, I probed the folds of her crotch. Ever flicking back
and forth, up and down, my tongue found her vagina and
tasted woman for the first time. The thought of what I was
doing excited me even more than the taste or smell.
Nadia was writhing and moaning, but clearly at some kind of
plateau. Vivian was sucking my cock by then, but paused to
pushed my head up a bit. This, I quickly realized, was to
put me over Nadia's clitoris. I found it, gently opened her
lips with my hands, and worked it in every direction with my
tongue. Nadia's reactions grew and grew, as did my
attentions, until Nadia let loose with the scream of a
lifetime. I didn't let up, though; I worked and worked her
clitty until Nadia was clearly and totally spent. Then,
Vivian intensified the magic at her end and I erupted. She
drained me exquisitely, totally, and without spilling a
drop. Then, fair being fair, I began kissing her thighs and
hips.
"That's OK, Yonson," she whispered. "I wouldn't want you to
hurt yourself."
Outside, we had to wait for Dan and Teah to finish rinsing
off again. When they were dry, they returned to the small
bedroom and, by all evidence, continued their lovemaking.
The three of us washed and dried each other, then went
inside and fell asleep to the rhythm of Ben and Lavi still
going at it.
Saturday - The Beach and Oval Point
-----------------------------------
The clear morning sun and a beautiful lake breeze were
streaming through the screen porch and into the living room.
It was odd to wake up without pajamas, and odder still to be
in bed with two naked girls. A morning erection wasn't so
unusual.
Carefully, I scooted to the end of the bed and headed for
the bathroom. No one was there, so I closed the door,
relieved myself, peed, and pooped. By the time I was
finished, I was erect again. I decided to call the doctor's
office about it.
Lavi was waiting in the hallway when I unlocked the door and
came out. She, like I, was naked, and she immediately
grasped my erection.
"So, we meet again," she whispered softly.
"It's not a good time," I replied.
"Oh, I'm having a great time. Your friend is a lot of fun."
"Do you mean Ben or that package you're holding?" I wondered
aloud.
"Hmm, both, cum to think of it," she replied. "Well then, I
guess I'll be getting along." And with that, she glided into
the bathroom. She didn't close the door and I didn't stay to
watch.
Nadia and Vivian were awake when I got back to the living
room. We did some touching and kissing, then the girls
cycled through the bathroom and we all took an outdoor
shower. The others showered indoors. Teah made a fuss of
watching Dan pee, then she herself went outside in her
nightie and peed in the woods.
Dan and I set out some breakfast, then the six of us
discussed our activities for the day. The consensus was to
try the nearby beach, then all or some of us would go to the
mall at Wheatfield Beach. Later, we'd take the boat into
Precipice Flats for the afternoon.
"Are you going to wear suits at the beach?" Lavi asked.
"Yeah, I always wear a suit," replied Ben.
"Me too," said Dan.
Teah seemed a little disappointed with Dan, but finally
added, "Me too," as well.
"Nadia, Vivian, and I won't," I told Lavi. "The girls don't
like `em, and I lost all my clothes."
"Really?" asked Lavi, raising an eyebrow.
"It's a long story," I replied, and let it go at that.
"Do you have a teensy one?" Teah asked Dan. I presume this
related to swimsuits.
"Let's go look," he replied. The two of them cleared their
place settings, then headed for the small bedroom. Dan's bag
was already there.
After Ben and Lavi finished eating, they headed for the
large bedroom. Nadia and Vivian closed the sofa bed and
straightened up the living room. By then it was eight
o'clock, so I found a private space outside and told my PDA
to call Dr. Polk's office.
"Hallo, dis is Doktor Polk's office," said a deep Tyrolean
voice. A second later, Nurse Klaus appear on-screen.
"Is Dr. Polk there?" I asked.
"No, I'm da only one here. But maybe I can help you? Vaht
zeems to be da problem?"
"Since yesterday afternoon, I've been erect like, all the
time."
"Ya, I remember yoah case, but led me bring up da file. Oh
yes, vid dese factors, daht's gonna happen. You gonna be
erect most of da dime."
"But I didn't ask for this! Why is it happening?"
"According to dese notes, you told da doktor you vere erect
only fifteen or tventy minutes a day. Daht's very unusual
for a zeventeen year-old male, you know. Most guys like you,
dey get hard dree, four, fife times a day for no reason. Den
dere's more times you godda reason. It adds up to dree or
four hours a day. It zays here daht you and da doktor talked
about dis and he gave you a plus dree Libido factor."
"Well, yeah I said that because I was embarrassed."
"Zo, how many hours a day vere you actually erect?"
"Like you said, three or four."
"Vell den, daht explains it. Ya, if you schtart out being
erect for dree or four hours a day, and den you get plus
tree, you gonna be erect almost all da dime.
I felt sick. "Can you change it back?"
"No, Adam, injection factors don't vork daht vay. Yoah
zystem is voll of new nanites by now, and dey're designed to
vork for zix monds. Ve can't inject reverse nanites or
anyding like daht. You get a little vore going on inside
yoah zystem and id's not healdy."
"So I'm going to be erect for the next zix months?"
"Ya, zo you might as vell enjoy it. Girls like it, you know.
Dey're alvays telling me dey like da vay I look. I zee you
schtopped vearing pants. Daht's gonna help."
"What about the Penis Size factor, then? My mom talked me
into that."
"Ya, you're gonna get about fifty prozent bigger. Relaxed or
erect, eider vay, fifty prozent bigger. And you gonna cum
more as vell."
"Why is that?"
"It zays here you told da doktor you veren't cumming very
much or very often. Is daht right or vere you embarrassed
about daht as vell?"
"No, I cum plenty."
"Vell, now you gonna cum plenty more."
"So, am I going to be all screwed up?"
"Oh no, nod ad all. Da computer, you know, it takes da
factors you vant, yoah DNA, yoah blood, urine, and zemen
tests, and all daht schtuff indo account vhen it designs da
nanites for yoah injection. And it makes zure everyding fits
toggeder."
"You knov, Adam, dese factors you ended up vid, dey're not
daht much different from mine. You can half a lot of fun vid
dem. And next time, tell da doktor da trude, ya?"
"Being erect so much, doesn't that cause tissue damage or
something?"
"Anodder factor fixes daht. Daht's vhad I mean by making
everyding fit toggeder."
"It's awfully hard to pee when I have a hard-on all the
time. What about that?"
"Vid a few days practice, you can figure out how to kill da
erection for a minute or two. Adam, are you gonna be OK vid
dis?"
"I dunno, Klaus, I'm kind of freaked out."
"You zeem tense, Adam. You vand a relaxant?"
I took one quick look at my rigid, outstretched member.
"Yeah, that'd be good."
"OK, let's zee, I got yoah current location. Yoah out of
town but in-state, is daht right?"
"Yeah."
"OK, I'm gonna zend yoah PDA a prescription number. In about
an hour, you take daht to any pharmacy in da schtate and
dey'll fill it for you. Take one pill every eight hours
until yoah comfortable vid all dis. Is dere anyding else?"
"No, I guess not."
"Vell, if zomeding does come up, call again, ya? Have a good
day. Auf Weidersehen."
Damn! I really screwed myself over this time! I couldn't
image all the problem a six-month erection would create. But
the next step had to be getting that prescription.
* * * * *
When I returned to the cottage, Dan and Ben had changed into
their smallest suits, which were, however, still boxers.
Teah was wearing a fairly conservative yellow bikini.
Lavi was wearing one of those new "ultra string" bikinis.
The bottom was basically a crotchless thong, and the top
didn't have any fabric in the bra cups. Not that she needed
a bra; like many oriental girls, she was fairly small-
breasted.
Nadia wore a navy blue fishnet skirt made of some nylon
material. Vivian and I, well, there we were. Gotta get used
to this, I kept telling myself.
After grabbing a few blankets from the garage, we just
walked down the lakefront until we found the beach. It was
only a half mile away. Fortunately, the beach hadn't filled
with people yet we got a fairly nice spot; close to the
water, but not too far from shade or refreshments. And no,
the refreshment stand didn't sell swimsuits.
We started off with the sun block drill, of course. There
were no sex acts this time, but I think we all rubbed each
other a bit more than necessary. Nadia and Lavi were quite
casual about removing their so-called suits for lotion, but
they did put them back on afterward.
The mix of people was fairly similar to that at the
restaurant. Most people wore ordinary swimsuits, but some
wore unusual designs like Nadia's or Lani's. Running
completely naked seemed related to age; a lot of little kids
were naked but not many parents and grandparents. There were
a couple of naked families, though, and the lifeguards were
naked. Young people who arrived in pairs were usually both
naked or both clothed. There didn't seem to be a separate
naked area-formal, informal, or otherwise-as there was at
the pool back home.
I suppose we spent the first hour or so not talking much,
just soaking up rays. Every five or ten minutes someone
would shift positions or roll over, and that was all the
energy we expended. I grew a little self-conscious at my
lack of tan lines, and with the idea that sunbathing like
that wouldn't affect my skin color at all. People would
think I was nudist or something. Of course, it was still
important to avoid sunburn.
A church bus pulled up and discharged about fifty naked
teenagers. A couple of chaperones organized a trek to the
beach: blankets, coolers, lawn chairs and all. Watching them
deal with sun block was kind of humorous. Watching the girls
toss beach balls and play volleyball was better.
A couple hundred feet from shore was a raft with a diving
board and a lifeguard. I told everyone I was set to take a
dive, and Vivian surprised me by coming along. Everyone
within binocular distance seemed to be watching us as we
walked to the shore, then I dove into a wave. I was
determined to arrive at the raft well ahead of Vivian. But
there she was, matching me stroke for stroke!
"You're pretty fast. you know that, Yonson?" she called
above the waves.
"Where'd you learn. to swim like that?" I asked. "The beach
bum?"
"Naw, he could only. ski and tread water. I was on a swim
team. for three years."
"Where?"
"Gulf coast... Three different cities... Twice on school
teams. once in a private club."
"Who had money. for a club?"
"Rich aunt. Spent it on drugs. Killed herself."
As it turned out, I beat her to the raft, but only by a few
inches. We hung onto the side and caught our breath.
"'Course, I cheat," Vivian admitted. "I couldn't compete
anymore with the factors I'm running."
"What's that about?" I asked. I mean, I'm as much into
hardbodies as the next guy, but Vivian was definitely on the
extreme side.
"Let's just say I need to take care of myself, OK?" And with
that, she started climbing the ladder onto the raft. Her
hips and legs passed within inches of my eyes, and then of
course she was above me on the ladder.
The raft was built on oil drums, and was bigger than it
looked from shore. Of course, the beach and the people
looked tiny. I waved at Dan and Ben but they didn't see me.
Diving into the lake was tricky because you had to
anticipate the waves. From moment to moment, the board could
be four feet or seven feet above the water surface. And of
course, the board was never quite level or true.
Other than the lifeguard, Vivian and I were the only naked
swimmers on the raft. The others kept sneaking peeks, but no
one glared or called out snide remarks. One kid lost his
suit and panicked. That was kind of funny but I dove in and
found it for him anyway.
We took the swim back to shore more casually. Again we
attracted attention, especially when we were walking out of
the water and shaking ourselves off. But other people up and
down the beach were doing the same thing, so what? I bought
some Cokes and a few bottles of mineral water, then headed
back to our blankets.
"Where's Teah?" I asked Dan, hoping they hadn't gotten into
an argument. Ben and Lavi were hopelessly intertwined.
"Pfft. She peed in her suit and went in the lake to rinse
off."
"What's with her lately? Does she have an issue with
bathrooms?"
"Oh, I don't know. I guess it's harmless enough, at least as
far as it's gone. Might even be sexy, in a kinky sort of
way. It's like, wow, this girl is into wild and kinky stuff,
even if it's not the kind of stuff I'm into, you know?"
"I know. Where's Nadia?"
"She had to make a phone call and use the restroom. Pretty
wild, eh? Using the restroom, I mean, who does that
anymore?"
"Could be worse, Dan."
"How?"
"Teah wanting you to do it."
"Use the restroom?"
"No, not."
"Don't go there."
I offered Vivian a Coke but she ignored it and took a bottle
of mineral water. "So, Yonson, you ever like to take a walk?
Not much goin' on here."
"Uh, I dunno, do you mind, Dan?"
"No, go."
"You wanna come along?"
"No, I'm kind of into these church girls playing volleyball.
And the way things are going, Teah might need me to change
her."
Vivian was already six steps away, heading for a path that
circled the beach. I felt a little foolish jogging with my
stiff dick bobbing up and down but what else could I do? At
least I caught up before she got too far.
"So, do you always help people, Yonson?" We were on the path
by then, watching people drag their stuff between the
parking lot and the beach.
"Not always, but sometimes, yeah."
"Well, like that kid who lost his security blanket there on
the raft."
"Yeah, if I'm just standing around and someone needs a hand,
I like to help out."
"That's nice, Yonson."
We passed an old couple holding hands on a bench, and a
young couple working sand into their crevices that would
take a week to get out.
"You ever been to Dock Bay, Yonson?"
"No. That's a pretty rough place, isn't it?"
"Yeah, you might say that. I had an uncle who lived there,
and he was a pretty rough guy. He never hurt me or anything,
but there were people who wanted everything he had. And to
get it, they were willing to hurt him. Why do you suppose
that is, Yonson? Some people want to help you, and some want
to hurt you."
"Maybe it depends on how bad they need whatever it is."
"Yeah, but I've seen people spend their last dollar just to
make a little kid smile."
"Maybe some people are just good or evil."
"Yeah, but that doesn't help understand them, does it?"
Empty park benches were a rarity that day, but we passed one
just then and Vivian sat down. I sat beside her and we
watched the laid-back crowd in front of us enjoy the sun,
the sand, and the beautiful weather. I also tried to be
careful of splinters.
"You call the doc about that thing?"
"Yeah, it was a mix-up. The doctor asked me some
embarrassing questions and I didn't give him a straight
answer. It'll wear off in six or eight months, though."
Vivian laughed her head off. It was a sympathetic laugh
rather than a mean laugh, though, and I could see where
whole situation could be funny. If only it were happening to
someone else. She was shaking and holding her sides so
violently that a couple of passing skateboarders thought we
were having sex.
"You know, I think that's the first time I've seen you
really laugh. "I told Vivian.
"That may be, Yonson, that may be. I like to keep things
more under control, you know?"
"Yeah, I know what you mean."
"So it's gonna stay that size for six months?"
"No, that's another mix-up. It's going to get 50% bigger."
And Vivian was off again. This time, the tears were running
down her cheeks as well.
"Fuck, Yonson, how you gonna wear pants?"
"Zipper in front, I guess."
"No, I mean, how you gonna fit yourself in there? You'd need
some mighty baggy pants, I think. And even if you find `em
big enough, they're gonna look weird as hell."
"I'll just do the best I can," I reassured her.
"Well, I think you better get used to this walking-around-
naked thing, Yonson. I mean, you gotta get used to it for
swimming, anyway. And it suits you, you know. I like the way
you look."
Vivian stood up and began to walk again. A middle-aged guy
carrying a lawn chair nearly ran into her.
"I don't know if I can do it," I explained after catching up
to her.
"Hey, it's easy. All you do is take your clothes off.
Anybody can do it. You're doing it now."
"That's because I have to."
"Exactly."
Somehow we finished our walk around the beach without
getting into any more deep topics. Sometimes, for a few
minutes, I'd be conscious of being naked, and then for a
while I wouldn't.
It was almost eleven o'clock when we rejoined the others.
"Adam, do you still need to go to Wheatfield Beach?" Dan
asked.
"Yeah, if that's the best place to look for clothes. It's
what we talked about."
"Well, the thing is, this is a pretty nice spot we have at
the beach, here. Most of us would like to hang around a
while longer, maybe until after lunch. Then Lavi is supposed
to meet her friends in Oval Point at two o'clock. By car,
that's a that's a ninety minute drive around the lake. But
its only thirty minutes across the lake by boat. So, it's
looking like twelve o'clock lunch, one o'clock launch, two
o'clock Oval Point."
"What about my clothes?"
"You can probably find something in Oval Point. It's bigger
than Precipice Flats.
"Could I drive the SUV to Wheatfield Beach while you guys go
to Oval Point?"
"Naw, man, sorry. I had to promise my dad no one would drive
the SUV or the boat unless I was along."
"Adam, I really think this is going to work out OK," Nadia
piped in. "I'm sure you can find something to wear in Oval
Point, and even if you can't, well, you've been lookin' good
and doin' fine for almost a day now. There was the water
skiing, then the buffet, and now the beach. And, like,
Vivian and I will be with you. There's safety in numbers,
you know. I'll take off my skirt if it would make you feel
more comfortable."
"Adam, I really think you can find something to wear at Oval
Point," Ben assured me.
Clearly I was beat, even if Nadia hadn't started fondling me
half way through her speech. Oval Point it was. We hung
around the beach for another hour, ate bad tacos from the
refreshment stand, then picked up our stuff and headed back
to the cottage. It took about three seconds for some other
people to come and take our space.
* * * * *
Dan unlocked the cottage and garage so we could put away our
stuff and start launching the boat. He and Ben both put on t-
shirts, then Nadia and Lavi talked them out of it. Teah
seemed upset that Nadia had been the one to talk Dan our of
his shirt, but the moment passed.
Launching the boat was easy: each of us did the same job as
the day before. Sun block smearing was relatively
uneventful. Lavi put her suitcase in the boat, promising to
come back Sunday or Monday to pick up her car. Then, we were
off.
When we arrived at Oval Point all the slips were full.
Instead, we had to moor at a buoy and wait for the harbor
boat to bring us in. With seven of us and Lavi having a
suitcase, it took two trips.
Oval Point was a typical lakefront tourist town loaded with
visitors. All the shops and attractions had a nautical
theme, and were clustered along a few streets near the
waterfront. Most of the visitors wore normal, casual
clothing. A certain percentage, however, were naked or
wearing unusual outfits. We passed a group of girls wearing
nothing but spandex waist cinchers, and saw a few guys
wearing crotchless Speedos. One guy with a captain's cap was
wearing a frontless kilt.
Lavi's friends turned out to be Ginger, Heather, and
Jasmine, the volleyball trio who'd accosted me in the locker
room Thursday morning. Duh, a tall, lithe, lively six-footer
from Outer Midlands High School; I should have known.
Heather was wearing a bikini bottom, Jasmine was wearing the
top from the same suit, and Ginger was naked. The four of
them surrounded Ben and whooshed him away. Ben promised to
call then he passed out of sight.
We took two complete passes through all the shops in Oval
Point and I couldn't find a single thing to wear. T-shirts,
yes, but that didn't solve my problem. Shorts, pants, or
swimsuits, yes, but not in my size. Everyone had the same
story; it was the end of the season and they were clearing
inventory.
Along the way I passed a pharmacy and got my prescription
filled. I took the first pill right away, of course, but it
didn't relax my member at all. Still, I felt better after
taking it. People didn't seem to be staring at me so much.
Nadia put the bottle in her purse for me.
Of course, Teah ruined her suit, but at least it was only
catsup. We found a public restroom and all went in, but no
amount of rubbing and rinsing got the suit clean.
"Maybe I should just throw it out," Teah suggested, standing
there in only her top.
Dan was astonished. "What would you wear?" he asked.
"Why wear anything?" Teah replied. "That girl Jasmine wasn't
wearing a bottom, and neither are some other women I've
seen."
Dan seemed intrigued until Teah continued. "But I want you
to do it, too."
"No, I can't do that, Teah," Dan replied.
"We'd all be at least bottomless except for you," Teah
urged. Nadia began unsnapping her fishnet skirt.
"No, Nadia, don't bother with that; I'm keeping my suit on."
"Well, will you go find me something to wear, then?"
"Fine," said Dan, and then he was gone.
"Does he still have that piercing?" Nadia asked Teah.
"If it's one you never see, yes," Teah replied.
"It's too bad he hides it," Nadia remarked. "I always kind
of liked it."
"What?" I asked. Dan had always been shy in locker rooms but
I never thought he was hiding anything.
"Time will tell," Teah stated mysteriously.
Dan returned a few minutes later with an extra large t-shirt
but even with Teah standing perfectly still, it barely
covered her butt. Teah, however, seemed happy with it and at
least it was something.
After we resumed shopping, Nadia and Vivian noticed a
piercing and accessories shop. The place was on a side
street, not readily visible from the main walkway. Frankly,
I was dubious, but the girls dragged me in. Dan grew upset
and walked away.
In no time at all, Vivian and Nadia were pushing me to get
something in my nipples or penis. For some reason the idea
seemed interesting, but I was feeling a bit light-headed and
decided to avoid any major changes. I did get a solid ring
put in each ear, though, and I paid for Vivian to get a nose
ring. Nadia loaned Teah half the money for a pubic trim and
labia ring. Nadia also found a crotchless g-string that
would fit me, but I took a pass.
Dan took no interest in our new piercings, except to ask me
if I got anything other than earrings. He was reassured I
hadn't, and warned me again about letting Nadia talk me into
anything. I was glad I hadn't bought the g-string.
Eventually we got back to the waterfront. There was a great-
looking outdoor caf‚ facing the lake, and because it was
early, the wait was only half an hour. And that was fine,
because there was a great city park across the street.
"Has anybody seen Ben?" I asked as we relaxed on a couple of
park benches.
"I guess not," said Dan after no one else spoke up. "Maybe
we should call him."
I told my PDA to call Ben, and a moment later there he was,
surrounded by pillows, bed sheets, and naked volleyball
girls.
"Ben, are you joining us for dinner?" I asked with some
humor in my voice.
"No, you guys do whatever you want," Ben replied.
"You can go without him," said Jasmine, whose left tit was
on-screen.
"Yeah, we'll bring him back when I pick up my car," said
Lavi. "You know, like tomorrow or Monday."
"Sounds like a plan," I agreed. "OK, Ben, see you whenever.
Just don't blow a fuse, eh? Call if anything comes up."
"Oh, I guarantee he's going to call, then," said Ginger from
off camera.
"Later, dude," I signed off, then I disconnected.
Dinner was fine; it was easily the best food and the best
view of the weekend. By the time we finished it was dusk.
Then we had to wait for the harbor boat, and it grew even
darker. By the time we got under weigh, Dan was navigating
mostly by lights.
Teah was sitting on the front seat next to Dan. Once we were
out of the harbor, she pulled off her t-shirt and threw it
in the lake. Despite the darkness, I could tell Dan was
astounded. Then, Teah threw out her bikini top and began
pulling on Dan's swimsuit. After a moment, he stood up and
threw it behind the captain's chair.
"He's still got it," Nadia whispered.
"What?" I whispered in return.
"I talked him into getting a PA. That's a Prince Albert.
Basically, it's a ring that goes in the piss hole and come
out just behind the head."
"Dan has that? And you talked him into it?"
"Well, yeah. We were on a date."
"I'm surprised he left it in."
"Well at first, you want it to heal so it doesn't get
infected. Then if you take it out, you leak. I think it's
sexy, don't you?"
"Wouldn't that make it hard to piss?"
"It used to, but they figured a way around that."
"Did you get your labia pierced at the same time?"
"Pretty much."
"Even so, I think Dan regrets it. I mean, he always hides
it."
"Yeah, but he keeps it."
Just then Dan slowed the boat, and I could dimly see we'd
neared shore. Dan navigated for a few minutes by GPS, then
told his PDA to turn on the outdoor lights at the cottage.
As we neared the dock, I could see Dan and Teah scrunched
together with their hands inside each other's thighs.
At the dock I helped the girls out of the boat, then started
getting ready to pull the boat out of the water.
"Never mind, Adam," Dan said, standing there with his PA and
a monster erection. "There's only the two of us, and it's
late, and it looks like a quiet night. I'll just tie the
boat to the dock and we can check it in the morning."
"How did Nadia ever talk you into that?" I asked quietly.
"Same as those earrings, dude, same as those earrings. Watch
yourself with her, will you?"
The girls were waiting for us in the screen porch. Dan
turned off the lights, then sat next to Teah on a love seat.
Nadia and Vivian had left a space for me on the sofa.
Immediately we were on each other, petting, stroking,
kissing, and enveloping whatever body parts we could reach.
I came, Nadia came, Vivian cane, Dan came all over Teah, and
then Teah came. We all rinsed and dried each other at the
outdoor shower, then came inside for bed.
I took another of my relaxant pills, for all the good they
were doing. Nadia and Vivian slipped in beside me, but we
were all tired and ready for sleep. A cool breeze made me
close the windows, but I didn't think any more of it.
Sunday - Isolation and Alliance
-------------------------------
I awoke at my usual time, a little before dawn, but not in
my usual situation. A fierce wind was shaking the cottage
and driving sheets of rain against the windows. Some tree
limbs had broken off and were lying in the yard. Large waves
were crashing against the shore and rising into the air. It
was a first class storm.
The boat! We should have pulled in the boat Saturday night!
Instead, the wind and the waves were tossing it around and
crashing it into the dock! Then, the bow line snapped! With
only the stern line holding the boat to the dock, it snapped
around more furiously then ever!
If anyone could save the boat, it was me. With no further
thought, I rushed outside and ran to the dock. Nadia saw me
leave and started screaming for me to stop, but I was intent
on saving Dan's boat. The dock was so wet and the wind was
so strong that I could barely stand, but I hooked my toes on
the edge and waited for the boat to swing in range. I didn't
have long to wait and when my chance came, I took it. I
leapt through the storm and into the boat!
My landing was no thing of beauty but I was in the boat!
Furiously I searched for another line and found one! My plan
was to toss the line over one of the dock posts, pull in,
and then secure the boat. Nadia was still screaming her head
off, telling me to get out of there, but it was too late! I
was committed!
If standing on the dock was difficult, standing ion the boat
was nearly impossible. Nevertheless, I tried again and again
to catch a dock post, failing every time.
Nadia's screaming aroused Vivian, who quickly assessed the
situation and ran into the garage. A few seconds later, she
was running toward the dock with more ropes and two life
vests.
Vivian quickly donned one vest, then tied one line to the
dock. I thought she was going to toss me the other end, but
no! Instead, she tied it to her vest! Instantly I saw the
logic of this; she wouldn't be swept into open water. But
what about me? For the first time, I realized the
predicament I was in. If I couldn't secure the boat, I had
no way back to land!
Vivian tied the second line to the dock and to second vest,
then tossed me the vest. But the boat lunged and I missed!
Vivian pulled in the line for a second attempt, but then the
stern line snapped and the boat was completely free! And
moving rapidly toward open water!
Vivian tried again to toss me the vest, but again it was
beyond my reach. The boat was already past the end of the
dock! Call it instinct, call it snap judgment, call it
whatever you will, but I decided my only option was to
regain the dock. So I jumped!
I was twenty feet from the dock, swimming as powerfully as
my trained body could sustain, but I was making no headway!
I was twenty-five feet from the dock, then thirty!
Vivian crawled to the end of the dock and tried once again
to throw me the vest. But the wind was blowing the rope, the
waves were jostling me about, and I was getting further and
further from the dock!
Suddenly, Vivian was running toward the cottage! At first I
thought she was abandoning me, but then she stopped, untied
her line, and refastened it to a post on the end of the
dock. By now, there was no hope of throwing me the vest. I
was too far out.
Then Vivian jumped in the water!
"No!" I shouted. "Save yourself!"
"Keep swimming toward me!" she ordered. Then, when her line
grew taut, she tried throwing me the second vest. It landed
less than five feet from my hand, but there was no way I
could reach it. Vivian tried again, but the gap was even
wider!
Then Vivian was swimming toward me again! Stupidly, she had
discarded her lifeline! But with both of us swimming toward
each other, and no small amount of luck, we eventually found
the range. I had the vest! I felt the flush of victory as I
put it on and clipped the fasteners.
Then I looked around. The rain was coming down in such
sheets that I could barely see the cottage. But it had to be
at least a thousand feet away!
Then something was pulling at my vest! It was Vivian, using
my line to pull us together! I started pulling too, and
within moments we touched.
I couldn't help but hug her! Yes, it was Vivian Vivichelli,
but she had just saved my life! She hugged me back, too, but
only for a moment. Waves were everywhere, bobbing us up and
down and occasionally submerging us.
"That was a stupid move, Yonson," she shouted at me.
"Yeah, I found that out."
"You don't risk human life to save a boat, Yonson. It's the
other way around!"
"I wasn't thinking. So now what? I don't think we can swim
back."
"We stay together. We save our energy. We stay awake. We
look for a way out."
"You really think so?
"What?"
"You think there's a way out?"
"You gotta think that, Yonson, or you just give up and die.
People have survived a couple of days in the ocean."
"What, did you take lifesaving class or something?"
"Something like that."
For along time we held onto each other, just staying above
water and letting the winds and the current have their way.
Occasionally we saw floating debris, but nothing we could
hang onto. Then, after a few hours, the wind subsided and
the rain slowed to a drizzle. But whenever we looked around,
we were nowhere near shore.
Fortunately, the water was cooler than the day before. It
caused my erection to shrivel, at least for periods of time.
This solved one small problem among many; at least I could
take a piss now and then.
We drifted for hours more, than spotted a buoy generally
ahead of us. Risking our remaining energy, we swam toward
the buoy and managed to capture it. Fortunately, there were
handholds we could grasp and catch our breath. And even more
fortunately, the buoy seemed to be marking a shoreline.
"How far do you think that is?" Vivian asked.
"The shore? About a quarter mile, I guess. Four or five
hundreds yards."
"The wind's blowing in."
"There's probably an undertow. The waves come in high, the
water goes back out low."
"You got a better plan?"
"Let's get rested, OK?"
"OK. In the meantime, watch for boats."
Of course, there were no boats. No one wanted to risk going
on the water with the skies still dark. So after waiting
fifteen or twenty minutes, we headed carefully toward the
shore.
I'm not going to tell you it was easy or a sure thing,
because it wasn't. We were fortunate not to encounter an
undertow. At one point I got a cramp, and at another Vivian
lost her sense of direction. But eventually, I stuck down my
toe and felt the bottom. Five minutes later, we dragged
ourselves onto a rocky shore. Crossing the rocks hurt our
feet, but soon we were laying in a small opening under the
shelter of trees.
"You OK?" I asked Vivian.
"Yeah. You?"
"Same here. Thanks, huh?"
"No Problem. Thanks, too. I just got one question, Yonson."
"What's that?"
"Does that thing ever go down?"
* * * * *
We rested for about an hour, then explored our surroundings.
We were in a cove about half a mile wide, blocked at both
ends by sharp outcroppings and pounding waves. The shore was
lined with dense vegetation, beyond which rocky cliffs were
visible. Walking out by land without shoes seemed
impossible, and we weren't about to reenter the water.
We walked up and down the shoreline as far as we could, and
spotted no sign of civilization. Our PDA's showed No Signal,
perhaps because they were out of range or perhaps because
they were ruined in the water. No one would be homing on our
signal.
With nothing else to do, we continued exploring the
shoreline. Eventually, I spotted a reflective marker hidden
in the undergrowth: a marker that led to an overgrown path.
The path extended back a few hundred feet from the
shoreline, terminating at a ranger shack. The place had very
few supplies and looked abandoned. We discovered a tarp,
some matches, and some emergency rations, but no
communications or electricity.
The tarp was useless as clothing but it was a much better
place to sit than the bare ground. So, we picked a lookout
point, spread out the tarp, and weighted the edges with
rocks. Then, we ate some rations and started a signal fire
out on the rocks. A forest fire was the last thing we
needed. Unfortunately, the wind was still blowing inward and
most of the smoke got caught in the trees. There wasn't much
to do except sit, watch, and wait.
"I guess we're in that national forest, or wildlife
preserve, or whatever it is," I remarked.
"Maybe they'll come and arrest us for starting that fire,
eh?"
"Wouldn't be a bad thing."
"This place is off limits to everyone, eh?"
"Yeah. Probably won't be much traffic cruising by."
"There's probably an exception for rescue boats."
"If anybody's looking."
"Nadia saw what happened. The others will know we're
missing. They'll call the police, or the rangers, or
somebody. You look tired, Yonson. If you wanna rest, it's
OK. I'll keep watch. Just don't roll over, ya know? You
might hurt yourself."
I slept.
* * * * *
In the morning I got up as usual, went to the bathroom,
straightened my pajamas, and headed downstairs for
breakfast. My mom was wearing house clothes and cooking
pancakes.
"Good morning, Mom," I announced, taking my usual place at
the table.
"Good morning, Adam," said Mom, pouring me a glass of orange
juice. "Did you sleep well?"
"Uh huh."
"All ready for school? Got your homework in your backpack?"
"Yup."
My dad came in just then, wearing his pilot's uniform. I was
always proud to see him like that: white shirt, company tie,
pants with a stripe, suit coat with important-looking pins
and badges on it. His brimmed hat was under his arm.
"Do you want some bacon, Walt, or just pancakes?" Mom
greeted him.
"Oh, bacon would be great, Cynthia," he replied. Then, he
reached over and tousled my hair.
"How's it going, Champ?" That's what he usually called me:
Champ. I always liked that.
"It's goin' good Dad. Everybody likes my new bike. I'm real
fast on it."
"Well, be careful when you ride and keep it locked up, OK?
Your mom and I want you safe, and you wouldn't want your
bike stolen."
"I know, Dad."
Mom had finished my pancakes by then, and watched to make
sure I didn't use too much maple syrup. Pancakes were my
favorite breakfast, except that I was starting to like
omelets too. Dad was reading the newspaper.
"Were the twins awake?" Mom asked me.
"I didn't see `em," I replied.
"Well, I'd better check," she said and then, after flipping
Dad's bacon, she went upstairs. I looked again at all the
pins and badges on my Dad's uniform.
"Still want to be a pilot, Adam?" he asked. I nodded.
"Well, people think it's glamorous, but it's a lot of time
away from home. Your mother is a wonderful person to put up
with it. I want you to help her out as much as you can, OK?"
"Yes, Dad," I replied, feeling very important.
"Could you bring me that bacon before it burns?"
"Oh, sure," I said. Mom had a paper towel and a plate ready
to go, so I just used Mom's spatula to pick up the bacon and
drop it on the plate. Bringing it to my dad, I felt like the
head waiter at a fancy restaurant. Except that a head waiter
wouldn't have hugged my dad like I did.
Mom was back a minute later, and gave me a hug for helping
with the bacon. Then she straightened her apron and started
frying my dad's pancakes. Dad kept reading the paper, and I
want back to eating my pancakes. Mom was humming a song
she'd heard on the radio. When the pancakes were gone, I
rinsed my plate in the sink and gave my mom a hug. She was
busy with Dad's pancakes but gave me a pat on the back.
"You better go and get dressed, honey," she told me. "Oh,
and Adam, you should fix those pajamas."
At first I didn't know what she was talking about, then I
looked down and saw myself hanging out. I was so ashamed!
Instinctively, I covered myself with my hands.
"Now, Adam, that's not the right thing to do either. People
will think you're playing with yourself. Just fix your
pajamas and run upstairs."
"They'll think I'm what?"
"Uh, touching yourself when you shouldn't. Now run along and
get dressed."
I still didn't know what my mom was talking about. I stood
there frozen, hoping she would explain it.
"Adam?" she probed.
"Adam Jonson! Are you awake?"
I stared at her.
"Yonson, you awake?"
"What?" And at that, I opened my eyes to the sight of a nose
ring. "What's that?"
"Yonson, are you awake?" Vivian asked again. I looked around
and her tit nearly poked me in the eye.
"You wanna have fun with yourself, don't mess up the tarp,"
Vivian urged. That's when I realized I was still covering
myself. Instantly, I let go and dropped my arms.
* * * * *
"Any signs of rescue?" I asked Vivian.
"Nope. I've been feedin' the fire and watchin' the lake, but
I haven't seen a soul. I guess people are still scared to
come out."
"No helicopters either, I presume."
"This ain't the movies, Yonson."
"What time do you think it is?"
"I think the sun is past its high point. Two o'clock, give
or take an hour. Hard to say how long we were in the water.
You slept about an hour or so."
"We should gather enough wood to keep the fire burning
overnight. How are you feeling? Do you need any rest?"
"I'm OK. Well, you wanna go right and I'll go left? We'll
both drag back whatever will burn."
"All right. Vivian, have you seen any animals?"
"You mean like a gang of bears walkin' the block and looking
for trouble? No."
"Well, dangerous animals, yeah, we need to watch out for
them. But if something like deer or elk come and go to
drink, maybe we can get out the same way. Look for a path,
or another reflective marker."
"OK, Yonson, anything else?"
"Poison ivy. I mean, we're pretty damn exposed."
"You know what it looks like?"
"The leaves are waxy and grow in clusters of threes."
"What, were you in the Boy Scouts, or something, Yonson?"
"Something like that."
It seemed we were out of topics, so I began my search of the
shoreline to the right. Finding fallen branches wasn't
difficult, except for finding the right size. Anything too
small would burn in an instant; anything too large would be
hard to carry and might smother the fire. We stacked the
firewood just inside the forest growth, so the trees would
provide some protection if it started to rain again. I saw
no human markers, animal tracks, or paths leading into the
woods.
Occasionally, when I was dragging wood back to the campsite,
I'd spot Vivian coming or going. There were just the two of
us, naked and vulnerable, all alone in nature with very
little in the way of food or shelter, working together to
stay alive. Her strong, hard body seemed more in place out
there. And likewise her determination.
A few hundred feet from our site, I discovered a stream
gushing water into the lake. I suppose it was rainwater
rushing down from higher elevations. But over the years, the
stream had worn a smooth bed. Thankfully, I followed the
stream bed out to the lake, submerged myself, waited for my
erection to shrivel, and then relieved myself.
Within a few hours, both of us had acquired a collection of
scratches and bruises, but good store of fire wood as well.
I waded out and relieved myself once more, then waited on
the tarp for Vivian.
"You think this is enough?" I asked the next time she
returned.
"Looks like. We've got thirty or forty pieces piled up, and
we've only been burning one or two an hour. At least, that's
the way it seems without knowing the time."
"Did you find anything else that looks like a trail or a
shack?"
"No, I would have told you."
"A few hundred feet down shore there's a stream bed that
runs to the lake. It's a good place to get a drink, or
bathe, or whatever."
"Thanks, I'm gonna try that," Vivian replied. "I've been
wishin' for some toilet paper but a swim is the next best
thing."
Dispassionately I watched Vivian work her way down the
shore, and then wade into the lake. Once she almost fell. I
tried to be less obvious watching her return but she knew I
was watching her. I mean, there wasn't much else, and
certainly no other naked women.
"There should be more boats tomorrow," I ventured.
"All we need is one, but I didn't even see that today,"
Vivian observed.
"Not close enough to matter. What's left in those rations?"
"Hmm. Dried biscuits, little hot dogs in a can, chicken
stew, canned pudding, coupla tampons, coupla condoms. You
want me to go on?"
"Condoms?"
"Yeah, well, this stuff is old. The label says Edible Until
2050, though."
"How do we make chicken stew without a pot?"
"It says you pound the bag with your first, then in five
minutes it gets hot and you open it. There's two of `em. You
want one?"
"Why not?"
They actually weren't bad, except that eating chicken stew
without silverware is a bit messy. It was dusk anyway, so we
walked together to the stream, washed up, and relieved
ourselves. Then, with nowhere else to go, we returned to our
site and watched the fire.
"The fire is blinding our vision," I observed. "If there was
a boat out there, we wouldn't see it."
"If we sat in the dark and saw a boat, how could we signal
it?" Vivian countered. "Wavin' our arms in the dark wouldn't
do a whole lot of good."
"Yeah, I guess they'd have to see the fire and sound their
horn. You doing OK?"
"You surprise me, Yonson."
"How so?"
"Well, here we are, stranded on a shore, both naked, no one
around for miles, you've been watchin' me all day, you've
had a hard-on all day, and you're just makin' polite talk."
"What, you want me to talk dirty?"
Vivian was silent for a minute, than asked, "You don't like
me very much, do you , Yonson?"
"Do you really want an answer?"
"Yeah."
It took me a minute to answer, but Vivian was patient.
"Until a few days ago, I didn't like you at all. I thought
you were a pest. I thought you tricked your way into this
trip, and I thought you swiped my clothes."
"Go on."
"Well, since then I've got to know you a little better.
We've had some fun. We've had sexual experiences. Then this
morning you probably saved my life."
"Go on."
"Well, you're just a very hard person to know, Vivian. And
you're never really friendly with anyone. You're either
pushy or defensive. I mean, some people just aren't cut out
for each other."
"I'd say you know me better than you think, Yonson."
"So what's this all about? Why are we here? Do you like me?
Is that it?"
"Yeah, I do like you. Sorry about sneakin' along. Sorry
about your clothes. Losing your shorts in the lake, though,
that wasn't me. And you havin' a hard-on almost twenty-four
hours a day, I guess that isn't me either. Although I gotta
tell you, Yonson, I like the way you look."
"So if you like me, why are you so pushy with me?"
"You said it, Yonson. I'm not a subtle person."
"So why go after me at all?"
"What I've noticed about you, Yonson, is that you don't hurt
people. A lot of people have hurt me during my life, but I
don't think you ever hurt anyone. You like to help people.
And you're not a wuss, either. How do you do that?"
"I dunno. I just try to be nice to people and give `em the
space they need. They usually do the same for me."
"What if they take advantage of you, or mess with you?"
"Then I keep away from them."
"What if they were providing your food and shelter?"
"You mean, what if my mom and my dad were hurting me?"
"No, not your parents. Not necessarily. Just whoever's taken
you in."
"Well that's a tough one. I suppose every kid feels their
parents-or guardians-treat them wrongly some of the time.
They make up some rule your friends don't have to follow, or
they make you do something you don't want, stuff like that."
"People do stuff like that because they care about their
kids, Yonson. They're trying to do what's best for the kid,
even if the kid doesn't like it. But what if they don't care
at all?"
"Is that the way you feel? You've spent your whole life
being handed off from one aunt or uncle to another, and none
of them cared about you at all?"
"Basically."
"What makes you think none of them cared?"
"Oh, get off it, Yonson. They don't keep promises. They
don't even make promises. Nothin' you do makes `em happy, or
sad, or proud, or angry. You're just an extra job they're
doin' for a while."
"Well, if that's all true, I'm surprised you're doing as
well as you are. I mean, you've never been mixed up in
drugs, or crime, or gangs, have you?"
"Naw, I've kept my nose clean. I've seen where that other
stuff can lead."
"Anyone you knew?"
Vivian paused. "My brother."
"What happened to him?"
"Sold drugs. Got caught. Did time. Got out. OD'ed."
"I'm sorry."
"Yeah, thanks. But how do I get away from that? Deliverin'
pizzas isn't going to get me out of the low-rent housin'
district, you know? Then I see people like you and your
friends: safe, secure, middle-class, easy-going, sure I'm
going to college, just not sure yet which one or what I
should study. It's like you're from another planet, y' know,
Yohnson?"
"I can't say I know, but I can try to imagine."
"Yeah, so how do I cross over?"
That one stopped me in my tracks. Finally I asked, "Do you
expect an answer to that or were you just thinking aloud?"
"I dunno."
"Are you looking for a mentor, or a role model, or
something?"
"Maybe."
"Me?"
"I dunno. Maybe."
"Well, you've got a funny way of getting close to someone:
pestering me all the time, conniving yourself into this
trip, ditching my clothes."
"OK, I'm not good at relationships. But here we are, talking
about stuff."
I thought about it for a while. "Look, Vivian, I really
can't commit to anything like that right now. But I'll think
about it, and let's see what happens after we get rescued."
"Yeah, I'm not sure either, Yonson. It's hard for me to
trust people, you know?"
"I can believe that," I replied.
We sat silently for another couple of minutes, watching the
fire and listening to the waves. I threw on another log.
"So here we are, stranded on a remote shore, all alone,
naked. Seems like kind of a waste not to do it, you know?"
"What, you feel obligated?"
"Nobody's gonna believe we didn't do it, so we might as
well; know what I mean? And lots of people get horny
thinking about something like this, and how many ever get
the chance? How would you live that down, Yonson? Stranded
with a naked girl and didn't do it?"
"That's your idea of how to seduce a guy?"
"Must be working. You're hard. I like the way you look. Have
I told you that?"
"Yeah."
"Keep that thought," Vivian insisted, sliding next to me.
She grabbed my cock and hovered an inch above my face. We
locked eyes, then lips. She lowered her weight against me,
and rubbed my cock against her thigh.
Slowly I caressed her shoulders, her back, her sides, her
hips, her butt. Her body was unnaturally firm, but pulsing
with energy as well. I could feel the flexing of each muscle
every time she moved.
And move she did. Back and forth, ever so slightly, sliding
her smooth skin across mine. Entwining my legs with her
hard, silky thighs. Grasping my face, tickling my neck,
rubbing my shoulders, counting my ribs, digging into my abs,
circling the base of my cock. Our arousal seemed as
primordial as the flickering of the fire and the rush of the
waves. With one hand I probed her lips, found her stiff
little clitoris, lubed it, and caressed it. Vivian moaned
softly, then lowered her weight onto my fingertips and
rolled in ecstasy.
"I'm getting close," I whispered. Then, she rolled onto her
back, spread her legs, and pulled me on top of her. Into
her. Her sex was thoroughly wet, loose enough to admit me,
yet firm enough to grasp me. In and out she guided my hips,
deeper and deeper, faster and faster.
Finally I was all the way in. She guided my hips around and
around, compressing her mound between our hips. She
stiffened, I stopped, then she grunted and slapped my hip.
So I resumed all the harder and a moment later she was
moaning and writhing in an ecstasy I could never have
imagined. Then she clinched her pussy muscles and I came
into her. Again and again I pumped, feeling the thick fluid
pulse from behind my balls, through my cock, and out the
head. I worked my cock around and around her hole, exposing
my cock to even more sensations. The rapturous sensations
continued. Eventually I slowed, Vivian relaxed, and I pulled
free and lay on my back.
"That was good, Yonson, that was good," Vivian muttered
after a few minutes. "Just two questions."
"Yeah?"
"Does that thing ever go down?"
"Not lately. What else?"
"How we gonna clean up?"
It didn't take long to understand the problem. Both of us
were covered from abs to knees in cum.
"We'll have to go down and rinse," I suggested.
"Gonna be tough in the dark."
"It'll be easier to see after we get away from the fire," I
reassured her.
Fortunately, my reassurance turned out to be true. For the
first fifty or seventy-five feet, the fire lit our way.
Then, after stopping a few minutes and closing our eyes, the
stars and the moon provided barely enough light. The going
was slow, and by the time we reached the stream, the cum was
starting to dry. Cautiously, we waded into the lake.
For the first minute or so, we just took care of personal
business. I scrubbed the remnants of sex off my skin, took a
piss and a dump, and then cleansed myself again. Vivian took
care of her business as well, then we approached each other.
"Was that your first time, Yonson?"
"Yeah. Did it show?"
"You just seemed a little uncertain, that's all. You did
good, though. I like a guy who takes a little direction."
"Have there been many?"
Vivian thought a moment before answering. "No, I wouldn't'
say many. A few. Not everyone's who's tried, I can tell you
that."
"You get propositioned a lot? Being naked all the time, I
mean."
"No, I don't even count that. It's just trash talk."
"Any of your uncles?"
"No, I was lucky. When I was 11, I had a aunt who taught me
the warning signs. After that, I always managed to get out
in time."
"That's a tough life."
"Yeah, well, take advantage of the good times." Then she
grabbed me with both arms and both legs and kissed me.
"Ah, so it does go down!"
"It's the cold water."
Getting back to the site was easier than walking out,
because we were facing the fire. I threw on another log then
took my spot on the tarp.
"We need to feed the fire all night, huh?" Vivian asked.
"Yeah. I'll take first watch, unless you want it."
"Sounds like a plan. Just one thing, Yonson."
"What?"
"No peekin' at me while I'm asleep,"
"I promise."
Labor Day - Salvation and Enlightenment
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Vivian fell asleep pretty quickly. Not that I blamed her: I
was pretty tired myself. But at least having the first watch
gave me time to think.
After everything we'd been through that day, being naked for
swim team seemed like a pretty small problem. Being naked
still felt odd, but I was getting used to it. The boat, the
restaurant, the beach, strolling around the town of Oval
Point: being naked for any of them hadn't really mattered a
whole bunch. The incredible fact was that most people just
didn't seem to care. The biggest issue was in my own head.
Trying to save the boat had been a bonehead decision. Vivian
was right: You don't risk human life to save an object. But
why did she jump in to save me, and then discard her
lifeline? It was so unlike my previous opinion of her! Did
she really like me that much? Was there a helping nature
hidden under that fa‡ade?
Surviving our time in the lake was sheer luck. We could very
easily have been swamped by a wave, exhausted by exposure,
or never drifted near land.
Now? Surely the lake was too populated for us to remain
stranded long. We were almost certainly in the national
forest and wildlife preserve, which was wilderness and off-
limits. But eventually, someone would pass by.
Vivian? I felt I understood her much better now, but I
wasn't sure I could help her, or even try. She was certainly
high-maintenance, and probably not high-payback.
From time to time I saw small animals in the shadows, but
none came near our camp. It got a little chilly and I was
able to pee in the bushes rather than the lake.
After what seemed like two hours, I woke Vivian.
"Your turn," I informed her.
"Mmmf. Did you peek?"
"No, I was a perfect gentleman."
"I bet you were, Yonson, I bet you were. OK, how long were
you up?"
"About two hours. I burned five logs."
"OK. Do I have to promise not to peek?"
"You can if you want. I'm not going to be checking up on
you." And with that, I was out.
I took a watch in the middle of the night, then another just
before dawn. Once there was sufficient light, I started
gathering more logs. By the time Vivian woke, I had enough
firewood to last until noon.
"Any of those rations left, Yonson?"
"Dried biscuits, little hot dogs in a can, canned pudding,
some small stuff."
"Whadja do with the tampons and condoms?"
"Gave `em to the forest animals."
"Give me a biscuit and a pudding."
"OK, here. I'm gonna take a walk down to the lake."
"Can you wait for me?"
"OK," I replied, opening a can of little hot dogs.
After we finished eating, we made out way down to the stream
bed and washed ourselves. I'm not sure why Vivian couldn't
have gone herself; she didn't try anything with me. The sun
was coming up warm and the sky was clear. It was going to be
a beautiful day.
Back at the camp, I tried throwing leaves on the fire to
make more smoke. It worked pretty well for a while. At
least, all the smoke didn't blow into the trees.
"So, Yonson. I guess you're pretty sure you're going to
college next year."
"Yep. I'd like to do it on a scholarship but I'll go
anyway."
"Have you picked a major?"
"Not really. Phys Ed, maybe. Aeronautics."
"How do you do that? Pick a major, I mean."
"It's just a subject you like well enough to make a life of
it."
"I have no idea what subject I'd like. Just a nice car, nice
apartment, and security."
"Nice clothes?"
"I don't know about that. I'm makin' my mind up year to
year."
"What about this year?"
"Don't own any clothes; don't feel like buyin' any. What you
see is what you get."
"You can take a test, you know. To find some subjects you
might like."
"Oh yeah? Where?"
"You talk to the college counselors: Ms. Watt or Mr. Weir."
"They both hate me."
"Nadia thinks they hate her, too. She thinks it's because
she doesn't wear a blouse."
"Well, if Nadia freaks `em out, I'm gonna freak `em out
worse."
"You can probably find the same tests on the Web."
"That fire could use another log and some more leaves. My
turn," Vivian said. She got up to feed the fire and I laid
back to watch the clouds and rest.
I was just getting mellow when Vivian stepped across me and
sat on my stomach.
"What's up?" I asked.
"I was thinking about that good time we had last night."
"What about it?"
Vivian said nothing but she began gently stroking my abs my
ribs, my nipples. Then she took my hands and put them on her
hips. She ground her pussy against my abs a little bit,
releasing a wisp of feminine scent. Gently I caressed her
hips, her thighs, her inner thighs.
Suddenly she leaned forward, pressing her lips and her
nipples against mine. We worked our jaws and our lips,
smelling each other's steamy breath. I stroked her back, her
butt, her sides, her breasts. My ever-hard cock was pressed
between us, growing even harder as we rocked.
Vivian rose to her knees, slid back, and began descending
onto my cock. I jumped as her vagina enveloped the head,
then gasped in ecstasy as she slowly absorbed the shaft. The
whole time she was gently rocking her hips, and flexing and
releasing her pussy walls. I grabbed her thighs, then worked
my way toward her mound.
She was fully on me as my fingers reached her clit.
Rhythmically and in unison we ground at each other's sex.
With pressure building, I watched Vivian's trembling mouth
pulsate as she breathed deeper and deeper. Her eyes were
squeezed shut and watering. Then, as I felt myself starting
to cum, I closed my own eyes and pressed harder on her
delicate folds.
The first pulse was enormous. The second was larger. Then
they became more rapid, almost continuous. I could feel the
fluid entering Vivian's slot and flowing back out. Then
Vivian gasped, moaned, and screamed in quick succession. We
were almost completely unaware of our surroundings. Then, as
I started to ebb, the earth seemed to move. I sensed a deep
roar and a strong sudden wind.
I opened my eyes and instantly became disoriented. Something
large was hanging over us: something with NewsChannel 17
painted on the bottom!
"This can't be happening," I uttered as Vivian rolled off of
me. Then, before we could move, the chopper landed and two
people came running out: a cameraman in a coverall and a
news reporter wearing a very fancy hairdo, elaborate makeup,
and running shoes. Standing just to one side of us, she
began speaking in to her microphone:
"This is Wendy Ahern of NewsChannel 17 reporting live from
Dhrystone Lake," she began breathlessly. "Stay with us to
learn if these are the two students reported missing in
yesterday's storm. But first, this announcement."
A third man had emerged from the helicopter with a
clipboard. "You kids OK?" he asked.
"How long have you been filming?"
"Oh don't worry, we got it both live and on tape. We got a
great story and some great footage, here, You kids are going
to be famous. Oh, here we go."
"Wendy Ahern back at Dhrystone Lake for NewsChannel 17," the
reporter began. "We've just landed near the two young people
you've been watching."
Suddenly, Ahern pointed the microphone at Vivian and me, and
the cameraman zoomed in. I began to wonder just how much cum
we were wearing, then Ahern started her interview.
"Are you Adam Jonson and Vivian Vivichelli, and were you
swept away from the Thatte cottage in yesterday morning's
storm?"
"That's right, on both counts," I replied. The sun was in my
eyes.
"Do you know that you traveled fifteen miles over open water
to reach this spot?"
"No, we only know that the wind and the waves propelled us
for hours, and that we held each other above water."
"Two young lovers bound together in dangerous circumstances,
each depending on the other for survival," gasped Ahern.
"What a story! That's what America is all about, viewers.
How long have the two of you been stranded here?"
"A little less than a day," I replied.
"Two lovers stranded on an remote and isolated shore, ladies
and gentlemen. It looks like you didn't waste any time
living out the fantasy!"
"Most of the time we gathered wood and tended the fire," I
explained.
"We only did it twice," Vivian interjected. "Once last night
and once this morning."
"Survival in the wilderness," beamed Ahern. "The passion of
propagation. The spirit of the American pioneer, right here
at Dhrystone Lake. Well, stand up, the two of you! Meet our
viewers!"
So we stood up. Vivian was a total mess from her waist to
her knees. I had a little less on my abs, more on my thighs.
Of course, I was still fully erect. We were both dirty from
feeding the fire and rolling on the tarp. The cameraman
seemed to be panning us from head to foot and back again.
"What was the greatest danger you faced here in isolation?"
Ahern asked.
"Well, the stones along the shoreline here are pretty sharp.
They can cut your feet."
"We understand there are dangerous snakes and insects in the
area. Did you encounter any of those?" Ahern asked.
"Un, no, fortunately," I replied. That was spooky.
"Did you have anything to eat?"
"We found some emergency rations in a shack," Vivian
explained. "And matches. That's how we started the signal
fire."
"Ingenuity in extreme circumstances! Decision-making under
pressure! You two are quite a team!" Ahern exclaimed.
"Do you mind if we get cleaned up?" I asked Ahern.
"Not at all. We want to see every aspect of your amazing
existence in this isolated place," said Ahern, mostly to the
camera.
Sure enough, they let us walk down to the stream bed and
bathe in the lake. But the cameraman went right along with
us, sometimes ahead and sometimes behind. It was
embarrassing shaking water off myself in front a TV camera,
I can tell you that. Then, Ahern made us show her the
reflective marker, the ranger shack, our campsite, the
leftover rations, the places where we'd gathered firewood,
and a couple more places that had nothing to do with
anything, except that the TV people liked them. During
commercial breaks I kept asking if they had any clothes I
could wear. They acted like I was speaking Martian.
After about an hour, we all got into the NewsChopper and
headed back to the Channel 17 studios at Wheatfield Beach.
There the makeup people hosed us down, dried our hair, and
went over us head to foot. Fortunately, the makeup was
temporary, and not the thirty or ninety day kind.
Next, several different naked news people interviewed us,
all asking the same basic questions. Then the police and the
forest rangers showed up and made us sign a lot of forms.
They forgave us for being in the national forest and
wildlife preserve, and for starting a fire there. They
warned us, however, that next time we should skip the fire.
Channel 17 finally let us go but as soon as we left their
property, reporters from a half dozen more stations and a
couple of newspapers accosted us. They asked us pretty much
the same questions as Channel 17, but it took them an hour
and a half to do it. It would have gone much faster if each
reporter hadn't insisted on finding a new background scene.
The local electronics supplier gave us new PDAs, the latest
and greatest model, just for putting them on and posing with
his pitchman for an ad. After activating the units, we
called Dan to tell him exactly where we were.
Several lawyers gave us their cards, in case we wanted to
sue the boat maker, the company that built the dock, Dan's
parents, the US Weather Service, the TV station, or the Fish
and Wildlife Department.
Dan, Teah, and Nadia showed up a few minutes later in the
SUV. The three of them couldn't get over what they'd seen on
the news. Everybody hugged each other except the guys, who
shook hands. I asked Nadia for one of my relaxant pills and
she fished the bottle out of her purse.
My mom was there too. She rushed up and gave me the biggest
hug of my life, despite the fact that we were both
completely naked.
"Oh, Adam, I'm so glad you're safe!" she exclaimed.
"Did you bring any clothes?"
"No, I was at the office when they called, and I just left
from there."
"No, I mean clothes for me?"
"How was I to know you needed any? It seems you've gotten
over your embarrassment, though. You looked good on the
news, Adam. And now that I see you in person, well, I like
the way you look."
"Dan says there's a mall here in Wheatfield Beach. Can we go
and at least get some shorts or pants?"
"Bad luck, Adam," interjected Dan. "The mall's closed on
Labor Day."
Mom drove me back to the cottage with Vivian and Nadia in
the back seat. Dan and Teah led the way in the SUV.
En route, I had to recount our adventure once again and
explain why my dick was hard all the time. I hope I didn't
overdo it; for some reason, I was getting a little light-
headed.
Dan's mom and dad were waiting at the cottage, plus his
brother Sean. They were all cleaning up debris around the
yard. The boat was back in its trailer; it had washed up
about five miles down shore, nowhere near the area where
Vivian and I were stranded. I guess that threw off the
search parties for a while. Mr. Thatte said not to worry
about the boat; insurance would pay for most of the repairs.
Ginger, Jasmine, Heather, and Lavi drove up in a
convertible, with Ben squished in the middle. Ginger was
wearing the bikini top this time, and Lavi the bottom.
Ginger, Jasmine, Heather each gave Ben a kiss, told him
they'd had a great time, and urged him to call the next day.
Then Lavi tossed Heather the bikini bottom and the three
girls drove off.
Ben said goodbye to everyone, then went inside for his bag.
He threw the bag into Lavi's back seat, then the two of them
left for home.
I offered my help to Mr. Thatte, since I was enjoying the
cottage when it got messed up. He thanked me, but told me
I'd been through enough. Vivian made arrangements to pick up
her excess bags from Dan's house after school Tuesday.
Hearing that, I quietly told Dan I'd pick up my bag Tuesday
evening.
Because the Thattes wouldn't be driving home for a while,
Nadia and Vivian rode home with Mom and me. The traffic was
heavy, and it took nearly five hours to get home. Of course
we stopped at World Famous Pamela's Pit Stop, and it was
packed, and that cost us another forty minutes.
When we got close to home, Nadia gave my mom directions to
her house. Vivian got out there as well. It was kind of
awkward, but I gave them each a kiss and carried their bags
onto Nadia's porch. Nadia gave me the bottle of relaxants.
Mom drove me to Dan's house so could I pick up my car, then
we both drove home. We got there at about ten o'clock. My
Aunt Natasha was watching the twins, and didn't leave until
my mom had chatted with her a while and expressed many thanks.
I felt really dirty and sweaty after the day's excitement,
so I took a shower before brushing my teeth and going to
bed. I thought about putting on pajamas but I was so beat I
skipped them. I set the alarm for school in the morning,
took another relaxant, and turned off the light. Then my PDA
signaled a call.
"Dan, it's Ginger. I hope it's not too late."
"No, Ginger, what is it?"
"Well, on the way home, we were talking about all the things
that happened this week. And I just want you to know it was
all in good fun. My three cousins and I, you know, we never
intended you to be washed into the lake, or stranded, or
anything like that."
"Heather, Jasmine, and Lavi are your cousins?"
"No, silly. Nadia, Vivian, and Teah."
"Look, Ginger, it's pretty late. Everything's OK. Thanks for
calling."
"Thanks, Adam. Can we talk again? I really like the way you
look."
"I'm sure we will," I assured here. Then I hung up and put
the PDA on silent.
Someone was going to pay. Massively. And soon!