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Hello, readers!

I've posted in the past as "Viceroy."  I'm the author of Naked in
College: Todd.  I also have been writing as "AvoidingRealWork" on
Literotica.com.  For reasons related to artistic freedom, I've decided
to resume posting my stories to ASSM/ASSTR rather than use Literotica.
 Enjoy!

-Avoiding Real Work a.k.a. Viceroy

Disclaimers:

This story contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity. If you
are not of legal age to view such material, or such material is
illegal in your locale, wait until you become an adult and/or emigrate
from Iran before reading. If you are offended by such material, don't
say I didn't warn you.

All characters are fictitious. All names are made up. Any resemblance
to any persons living or dead is purely coincidence.

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The Nude Pioneer - Chapter Five

The previous 4 chapters of The Nude Pioneer can be found here (until
my ASSTR account is opened and I can move them over):

http://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=927986&page=submissions

Background:

Julie Johnson lives in a near future world in which the Supreme Court
has legalized public nudity in the United States.  Culturally
speaking, this world is very much like our own, however.  Meanwhile,
young Julie has been discovering both the innocent joy of non-sexual
nudity, as well as the thrill of sexual exhibitionism.

Chapter 5:

"No, it was Bush, Clinton, Bush, Obama," my brother Jim corrected me.

"I thought it was Bush, Clinton, Bush, Clinton," I responded.  "Or was
it Bush, Bush, Clinton, Clinton?  Those two Bushes in there always
confuse me.  Hillary Clinton did become President, though, right?"

"She was Obama's Secretary of State," said Jim.  "Obama was one who
switched the country over to the Metric System.  Or was that
Schwarzenegger?  Anyway, thanks for helping me get ready for my SAT,
Jules."

My brother and my sister, Janette, were the only people who called me
Jules.  My friends call me J.J., short for Julie Johnson.

"You're not even a junior yet, so you've got plenty of time.  You
know, Mom and Dad said back when they were getting ready for college,
there were no history questions on the SAT.  It was just math and
English," I pointed out.

"Speaking of Mom and Dad, what are these 'special nights' you guys
have when Jan and I aren't around?"

Wow, he was direct and to the point.  "Every Wednesday night is naked
night," I told him proudly.  "Remember when I went on that trip with
Sarah, Lana, and Crystal?  Well, it was actually to a nude beach."

Jim's eyes lit up.  "You went to a nude beach?  Did Crystal get naked?"

"Why, yes, she did," I replied.

"If you don't mind me saying, she's totally hot.  All the guys at
Lincoln agree.  I wish she had bigger breasts, though."

All I could do was roll my eyes.

"Anyway, I got home, still naked, and tried to sneak in," I continued.

"Wait, STILL naked?  Weren't you worried about being seen?  Or arrested?"

"Public nudity is legal now, even though no one seems to know that," I
explained.  "Anyway, it was late at night, and no one was going to see
me.  But I got in, and there were Mom and Dad, naked as jaybirds.
They had only agreed a few days before to let me go naked around the
house when you weren't around, and seemed to be warming up to the
whole idea - especially Dad - but it still came as a total shock to
me.  I think especially it being my own parents, and seeing them naked
for the first time.

"They told me they had tried spending the day naked, just the two of
them, since we kids were all gone.  And they really enjoyed it, and,
blah blah blah, they wanted to show they loved and supported me!"

"So you just decided to make it a regular thing?" asked Jim.

"Since you and Jan both have practice, we pick Wednesday night to have
dinner together in the buff.  It's not all that different from any
other family night, except you two are gone.  Well, that and the
obvious difference."

Jim went red in the face.  "You, uh, don't suppose I could join you on
one of those nights, do you?  We have Wednesday off from baseball next
week."

Even though he was my kid brother, and I had no thoughts whatsoever of
this sort towards him, I did realize that girls his age probably found
him very cute.  His brown hair fell in curls around his face, and his
eyes were intensely blue.  He had shot up over six feet tall, and was
lean but broad shouldered for his age.  He had a lot of Dad's good
looks.

"Mom and Dad are nervous about you seeing them - or me - naked,
because you and Jan are underage," I told him.

"I'm sixteen; I'm not a freakin' child," Jim responded, indignant.
"It's not like I want to *see* any of you naked, it's just that, well,
you know, it feels good.  I hang out in my room naked when I'm doing
homework, and I sleep naked, too.  I used to be the only one to shower
nude after gym or basketball, though some of the other guys decided to
do it after I started."

"Really?  I did the EXACT same thing in my gym class!"  We both
blushed, and I realized that he and I were more alike than I thought.
"Do you think it's... you know, sexual, just being nude?"

Jim blushed a deeper shade.  Neither he nor I had ever broached the
topic of sex around one another.  I think he was predisposed to think
of me as a nun (I was a virgin at the time, after all) and I thought
of him as a monk.  "I've thought about that.  We all take showers
nude, and that isn't sex.  And I suppose you can have sex with your
clothes ON as well," he speculated.

"And I'm nude with Mom and Dad, and that *better* not be sex because, well..."

"Eww," Jim finished for me.  "Still, *some* guys, I mean, so I've
heard, like to look at naked girls online and... you know."

I wasn't about to ask Jim about his porn habits and embarrass him.  We
had parental controls on our fiber link like everyone else, but any
sixteen-year-old knew how to get around them.  "I suppose it's because
those women are naked, rather than nude," I opined.

"Say what?" Jim asked, confused.

"It's a little theory of mine.  'Nude' is just plain being without
clothes.  It's natural and comfortable.  'Naked' is when, you know,
you're exposed.  When you're bare someplace where you shouldn't be.
Being naughty.  Or being humiliated.  When you're using your body to
make someone else get their kicks, or you're getting your own kicks by
showing it."

"So which do you like better?  Nude or naked?" asked Jim.

Oh, boy, what a question to get from your little brother.  "I guess...
I guess I like both," I replied.  "Well, I always like being nude.  I
could be nude twenty-four-seven.  Naked?  I have to be in the mood for
naked.  Or have the right person around."

My thoughts suddenly shifted to Kai, his lean, sunscreen-slick body
standing before me, cock jutting out from his groin, stiff and angry
and ready.  I hadn't seen him since that glorious day at Lake
Winnetonga, but we had chatted on the phone a few times since.  I felt
my breath quicken and got that nervous feeling in my stomach that
meant I was about to moisten up down below.

"Jules?" Jim said, snapping me out of my trance.

"What?  Oh, sorry."

"I was saying, you still call it 'naked night,' with your folks, even
though it's really what you would call 'nude,'" he pointed out.

"Usually I'll use 'naked' and 'nude' interchangeably, just like
everyone else," I admitted, "but I find the semantic difference useful
when I want to describe this whole dichotomy..."

"Semantic?  Dichotomy?" Jim asked.

"You want to take the SATs early, you really need to work on your
vocabulary," I said, sticking my tongue out at him.

"Yeah, well you need to work on your history, buttface," Jim replied.

"I already took my SATs, and got a perfect score, doo-doo breath," I
retorted, leaping at him and grabbing both his arms to wrestle him to
the ground.  It wasn't long ago that I could easily pin my brother,
but he quickly overcame me this time.

Jim got back up, making like he was wiping dirt from his hands.  "All
too easy.  Buttface."

Still lying on my back, I just smiled and stuck my tongue out at him again.

The next evening was "naked night."  Dad appeared to be perfectly
comfortable, but I could tell Mom was still unnerved by the whole
thing.  Whenever she sat down on the couch, she always put her hands
in her lap, obscuring her nether regions.

"Jim's really eager to join us," I said.

"What, you mean join us, um, like this?" Dad asked, gesturing at his
own nudity.  "I suppose..."

"Darren!" Mom shouted.

"Donna, if he wants to join us..."

"He's only sixteen."

"So?" both Dad and I said in unison.

"You can't be serious," said Mom.

"Other nudist families are nude together, with kids of all ages," I pointed out.

"We are NOT a 'nudist family,'" Mom objected, crossing her arms in
front of her naked breasts.

"Oh, really?" Dad and I both said, once again in unison.  We both
started cracking up.

"If he wants to be nude, why should we dictate to him otherwise," said
Dad.  "You yourself said you find being like this much more
comfortable than clothes, right?"

Mom simultaneously blushed and rolled her eyes.  "I never should have
let you talk me into this," she said quietly.

"Jim doesn't have baseball next week," I told them.  "I'll be back
from Alabama before then, so maybe it could be the four of us."

"Sure..." Dad started.

"We'll see," Mom finished.

"When are you and Lana leaving?" Dad asked.

"Tomorrow morning.  Our train leaves Rockford at 9 AM, so we should
leave here at like 7:30 just to be safe.  I think we get into Mobile
around 4 or 5 PM.  We're heading back up on Tuesday."

"Well, you be careful," Mom said.  "You know how much it worries us,
you traveling alone."

This time it was my turn to roll my eyes.  "I'll be with Lana, you know."

"Now Lana's mom and her husband, they're nudists, right?" Dad asked.

"Yep.  Lana learned that when she visited them back before graduation."

"And how does Lana feel about that?" asked Mom.

"At first she was weirded out, but after that day at the nude beach at
Lake Winnetonga, she's had a change of heart.  She's been looking
forward to another visit ever since."

At that point it was getting close to time for Janette to get home, so
we went to our respective bedrooms to get dressed.  I emerged from my
room to find that Mom and Dad's door was still closed, muffled
laughter and sighs coming from within.  I quietly tiptoed down the
stairs.

I know I shouldn't have, having now seen them both in all their glory,
but I found the idea of Mom and Dad "doing it" disturbing.  Especially
back then, when I hadn't even "done it" myself.

When Janette came home from soccer practice, I told her they were
"taking a nap."

Later that night as I was about to take a shower, I looked myself over
in the bathroom mirror - something I did surprisingly infrequently.  I
thought about when I saw Tiffany, Sarah's friend, at the Y
skinny-dipping.  Her pussy was shaved bare.  I mean, I didn't take a
close look, but there was a noticeable lack of hair.  At the nude
beach, many women, and several men, went shaved down there, and the
rest did at least some trimming and grooming.

Mine was a giant, wild bush of reddish-brown hair, pretty much
obscuring my entire vulva.  My leg hair only grew a bit above my
knees, so I had never come anywhere close to approaching the area with
a razor.  My bush was therefore virgin (in more ways than one) forest.
 It looked messy, but it also looked... natural.  The effect of the
dark bush against my pale skin, along with the flair of my hips, made
me look... fertile.  Earthy.  Mature.  I was afraid if I shaved
everything off, I would look like I was twelve, which was silly
considering I had the hourglass figure of a full-grown woman.

Still, I hardly saw anyone completely ungroomed as I was, except maybe
a few other girls in gym class.  Trimmed or shaved seemed to be the
pubic style *du jour*.  Also, I liked the idea that I would be showing
off parts of myself that not even I had seen since I started puberty.
I wasn't even sure what things looked like under all that hair.

I decided to do what I had seen a lot on the nude beach, as well as on
Sarah: I would shave everything from the top of my lips on down, but
the rest I would trim into a short triangular patch.  That would leave
my pussy smooth and bare, but still keep me looking like an adult.  I
stood in the bathtub and, with a beard trimmer I had bought for the
occasion, carefully buzzed off the hair on my lips.

The trimmer felt really odd - it tickled a bit - but it also got me
excited.  I was already feeling turned on at the idea of exposing more
of my body, but the vibrations kicked up my arousal another notch.  I
noticed that my nipples hardened as I went to work.  After taking care
of my vulva and the skin around it (using it there sent shivers
through my body), I buzzed off the outer edges of my remaining bush
until what was left was a triangle of hair above my slit, covering my
pubic mound.  Then I put the guard back on the trimmer and set it to a
6.  I gave the rest of my hair a good going over until I felt like
everything was a uniform length.

I looked down at the floor and saw that the tub was full of a
prodigious amount of hair.  I had no idea that that much wooly stuff
grew on me!  Stepping out, I used toilet paper to collect the hair and
flush it down the toilet.

Then I took a look in the mirror.  I still had stubble where I
intended to shave, but I looked just like a nude model in a men's
magazine!  Below my neat and tidy triangle, my pussy lips puffed out
proudly.  I wasn't sure if it was from arousal or what, but they
definitely looked swollen and somewhat open, with my inner lips just
visible between them.  Did I always look like this, or just when I was
turned on?

Seeing this sudden change, from innocent, wild, and natural, to ...
oh, I don't know... sophisticated, sculpted, and fashionable, gave me
yet another sexual thrill.  I was saying to the world, not only do I
have no trouble touching myself down there, but that I wanted everyone
to see those otherwise secret places that made me a woman.

I got back in the tub and ran the shower, soaping myself up and
running my hands all over my body.  I could feel my pulse pounding in
my ears, and my breathing was definitely heavy.  The water running
down from my crotch felt different.  I could feel the trickles of
water more closely than I could with a full bush.  After rinsing off
the soap, I worked some hair conditioner into my outer lips and around
my mound so I could shave the stubble that the beard trimmer left
behind.  Carefully, I ran the razor along each lip, first with the
grain and then against it.  I cleaned up the stubble on either side of
my triangle patch, and I was done.

I felt the result of my handiwork, and received a wave of erotic
delight as my hand glided over the soft, silky smooth skin, made slick
with conditioner.  I was so turned on at this point I could barely
stand it.  I played with my lips and slipped a finger inside to toy
lightly with my engorged clit.  The feelings were electric, and I felt
my body tense up immediately as a surprise orgasm suddenly gripped my
body.

Despite not having spent time working up to it, the climax that
overtook me was extremely powerful.  I shut my eyes as I felt pulse
after pulse of pleasure radiate from my clit throughout my body.  I
had to bite my lips to keep myself from moaning out load and being
heard over the shower.  As I came back down, and the sights and sounds
of the bathroom came back into focus, I realized that, as good as that
was, I wasn't satisfied.

Putting one leg up on the edge of the tub to get myself nicely spread
apart, I switched the detachable shower head to the "pulse massage"
setting and aimed it at my pussy.  I luxuriated in the feel of the
water splashing off of my newly denuded skin.  With my free hand I
played with my nipples, alternating between one and the other.  I took
a few minutes to build up my internal tension, finally letting myself
go with a less intense, but somehow more satisfying climax.

I felt a surreal calm and peace with the world as I dried off after my
shower.  Despite Jim and Janette both being home, I didn't bother
wrapping a towel around me while walking back to my room.  No one saw
me, but it wouldn't have bothered me in the least if they had.  Back
in my room I sat in bed and studied my personal grooming once more.
It looked very neat and tidy, and from what I could see in my vanity,
it showed off quite a lot.  However, now that I was sexually calm
again, my lips stayed demurely together, concealing my inner labia and
clitoris.

Lying in bed, I slowly stroked my lips, simply being unaccustomed to
the feel.  They were amazingly soft, like a baby's cheeks.  I fell
asleep with my hand over my pussy.  It being a beastly warm July
night, I left the covers off, my naked body exposed to the night air.

The next morning Lana's dad drove us to the Amtrak station.  For the
past week or two I had experimented with going out with no underwear
on those rare days when I didn't have to work.  My breasts were larger
than average, but at eighteen years of age it would be some time
before gravity began to take its terrible toll.  Still, it was very
obvious I was braless under my nicely-fitted t-shirt.  It was a
thrill, but each time I went out like this I was less self-conscious
about it.

I really shouldn't have been worried at all, since not only was going
braless perfectly within my rights, but public nudity at this point
was no longer a criminal offense anywhere in the United States, or
practically anywhere in the western world.  Legal as it was, it was no
more socially acceptable than it was back in the oppressive 20th
century.  Someone had to push the envelope, and by this point I had
started to wonder how much envelope pushing I personally wanted to do.

The fabric of my shorts felt delicious rubbing against my bare pussy
lips.  I was glad they were a dark color, because I could imagine them
easily getting damp: a fact that lighter-colored shorts would have
advertised to the world.

Lana's dad must have noticed my braless state when he and Lana came to
pick me up.  As I greeted him, his face turned bright red and he
stammered as he asked me how I was doing.  I was tempted to take a
quick glance over his shoulder at his lap to see if I had managed to
make him hard, but I checked myself.  I did take a look at my own
chest.  Not only my nipples, but also the outlines of my areolas were
clearly visible through the tight fabric.  The realization made me
worry about getting a damp spot once more.

The car was a late-model luxury Hyundai - a pure gas-burner.  Recycled
leather interior.  Very classy.  Lana's dad, Frank, was some sort of
high-level accountant, and he looked the part.  He had a high
forehead, receding hairline, was thin, with glasses that were about
twenty years out of style, and dressed in a suit and tie.  He was
heading to work after dropping Lana and me off.

I wondered if he knew his ex was now a nudist.

As we got to the Amtrak platform, Lana and I looked one another over.

"Well, you're certainly being daring today," Lana told me, noting my
t-shirt and shorts that fit like a second skin on my curvy body.  The
t-shirt was just long enough to touch my shorts when I was standing
still.

"It shouldn't be that big a deal to you.  You've been stark naked in
public," I said.

Lana's voice became hushed.  "Yeah, at a nude beach.  Not out in the
general population where people aren't used to it.  That's... totally
different."

"You've lost more weight, even from just a few weeks ago," I
commented.  Last winter, Lana was a chubby girl with a full-moon face
and a short haircut that emphasized her roundness.  Now, while she
wasn't thin as a rail, she definitely had a figure.  Her mousy-brown
hair was shoulder length, giving her a girl-next-door charm.

"I actually haven't lost any weight since last month, but I bought
some new clothes.  My old ones were getting baggy.  I was going to
lose more, but somehow it stopped being as important.  Maybe I've
fallen off the wagon."   Lana wasn't quite as thin as I was, but her
transformation from last winter was obvious.

"Well I think you look great.  You really do!" I told her.

As we boarded the train, I could feel the eyes of several passengers
on me.  The cabin was heavily air-conditioned, and my nipples hardened
immediately upon being blasted with cold air.  I might as well have
been topless at that point, since every last detail of my breasts was
visible beneath my t-shirt.  I now was definitely getting wet.  The
shorts would be a lost cause; I now hoped I didn't leave a damp spot
on my seat!

The conductor who punched my ticket lingered a little bit at our row
while doing his rounds.  He looked to be in his early twenties, and
wasn't all that appealing.  It was still gratifying to see a bulge
form in his uniform pants while struggling to make small talk with us.

About ten stops and two changeovers later (some "express") we were
finally in the Deep South.  I thought it was hot in Illinois; as we
stepped out of the station into the pickup area, Lana and I both
nearly suffocated in the 40-degree heat and high humidity.  Even my
skimpy attire felt like a wool overcoat.  Some of the guys waiting for
rides had stripped off their shirts, including a few who were quite
nice to look at, their bare chests glistening with perspiration.

"I'm a bit envious," I told Lana.  "It looks a lot more comfortable to
be topless right now."

"Then go topless," Lana suggested.  "As you're so fond of pointing
out, it's perfectly legal.  Heck, it's even legal to go naked.  I'm
not going to be freaked out.  I see you naked all the time."

"I could never go naked in a place like this, are you crazy?"

"But you could go topless.  I mean, if they guys can do it, then why not you?"

"You look really warm.  How about you go topless along with me," I said.

"I don't think so," Lana told me.

"Fine, we can stay this way and suffer," I said, thankful for the out
Lana gave me.

"Although..." Lana thought out loud, "I'll take off my shirt and go
with only a bra on if you go completely topless."

"Fine," I said, calling her bluff.

Without even much hesitation, she pulled her shirt over her head and
tucked it into her shorts.  A plain, flesh-colored bra gave her a
momentary appearance of toplessness, but she was clearly well within
society's boundaries of decency.  A few heads did turn and stare, but
only for a moment.

"Now it's your turn," she said.

My heart began thumping in my chest.  There were over a dozen people
waiting for rides, including three shirtless guys.  Behind us there
were people constantly entering and exiting the station, to and from
the parking lot.  I had never been so exposed in such a public place
before where it wasn't acceptable to be naked.  There was the time
after graduation in the hallway, but that was just a quick flash and
streak, really.  Here I would have nowhere to go.  I'd just be
standing around.

After a few deep breaths I was able to steel my courage and lift my
shirt over my head.  I tossed it in my suitcase so I wouldn't be
tempted to throw it back on.  I stood back up to see that all eyes
outside the station were now on me, including three rather beefy,
young shirtless men.

I felt a hand grasp my arm and twist it.  It belonged to an older
woman, looking to be in her 60s.  "You ought to be ashamed of
yourself," she said in her thick Southern drawl.  "Ah don't know where
you come from, but in these parts young ladies dress decently!  Ah
oughta have you arrested."

"She's within her rights," said Lana.

The older woman gave her a look of utter contempt.  "Some 'rights'
should be taken away if people like you abuse them.  There are
*children* present," she said, indicating the snickering early teenage
onlookers.

"So what," replied Lana.  "They have bodies, too."

The older woman just looked outraged and stormed off in a huff.

"Thanks, Lana," I said.  I was too stunned by her assault to speak up
for myself, and was glad to have my friend's backing.

I thought we would be free of further harassment when one of the
shirtless men approached me.  He had a tattoo of thorns wrapped around
his upper arm, and an ornate cross beneath it.  He also had "GINA"
tattooed on his left upper chest in gothic, all-caps letters.  In his
baseball cap and gold necklace he looked like a total Neanderthal
jock, like an older version of one of Jim's friends.  His muscles were
impressive - bulging biceps and six-pack abs - and he looked like the
sort of guy who was used to getting whatever he wanted from women.

"I'm really sorry that old hag talked to you like that," he said.  "I'm Joey."

"Julie," I replied, shaking his hand.  His eyes were narrow and
focused, and bore into my own in a very unnerving way.

Lana meanwhile was blushing and appeared to be slightly weak in the
knees.  "And I'm Lana," she introduced herself.

"Yeah, hi," he said, brushing her off.  "Listen, uh, Julie, are you
new around here?"

"I'm from northern Illinois," I replied.

"Have you been to the Alabama coast before?"

I shook my head no.

"I could show you around.  We could totally take a cruise in my
convertible.  There are some awesome beaches around here.  Some are
nice and secluded."  He appeared to be visibly straining his
(admittedly impressive) muscles as he chatted me up.

"I think I might pass on that.  It was a lovely gesture, though.
Besides, I'm taken," I lied.

Joey slumped his shoulders and dragged his knuckles back to his
friend, whom he punched in the arm.  "Dude, I told you to wing for me.
 What the fuck?" I overheard him say.

"Why'd you blow him off like that," Lana asked.

"Are you kidding?" was all I could say.

Thankfully, Lana's mother, Darlene, and step-dad, Chuck, soon arrived
to pick us up in their old, beat up Prius.  Upon seeing me, Chuck
threw a fit.

"Get in the car, both of you, and put your shirts on!  What in the
world do you think you're doing?"

"It's hot out," I explained as the four of us sped off.

"We're in public!" Darlene shouted.  "We dress decently in public, do
you understand, young lady?  And you," she said, addressing me.

"Julie," I said.

"You're lucky you weren't arrested.  What were you thinking?!"

"It's legal to be nude," I explained.

"Yes, and we want it to STAY that way," said Chuck.

"By never exercising our rights?!" I shouted, flabbergasted.  I
couldn't understand why they were acting this way when they were both
supposed to be nudists.

"The less conflict we cause with the 'textile' public, the more likely
we are to be able to keep our hard-fought gains," he explained.

"That's totally bogus.  It's a Supreme Court decision.  They aren't
just going to up and overturn it because some Baptist preacher got his
panties in a bundle." I said.  Lana, who had gotten very quiet,
stifled a giggle, but Chuck gave me a particularly reproachful look.

"Either way, being a good nudist is about respecting others.  Not
everyone wants to see nudity," Darlene told me.

"Well, maybe they ought to just get over it," I said, crossing my arms
over my breasts that I had now reluctantly covered.

That seemed to end the conversation, and we drove the rest of the way
in silence.

Darlene and Chuck lived in a double-wide trailer.  As trailer parks
went, it was very nice, with mowed lawns and without the garbage and
squalor you see in a lot of those places.  The heavily wooded hills
around the area gave it a pleasant, campground sort of feeling.
Compared to Frank's lavish five-bedroom home, however, this was a
quite a step down.  I figured money must not have been the most
important thing to Darlene.

"I'm sorry I shouted like I did," Chuck said to both of us as we
unloaded our stuff from the car.  "I know how tempting it is to peel
off when the weather gets really oppressive - and believe me, what
we've got today is nothing - but society just isn't ready for public
nudity.  I'd lose my job as a pastor if it came out I was a naturist."

"You're a pastor?" I said, astonished.

"Birch Creek Apostolic Church.  It's a small congregation; we just
meet at someone's house.  I don't take a very big salary.  Obviously,"
he said, gesturing at his surroundings.

"I think it's a great place," I said, remembering my manners.  "I like
all the woods."

Everyone having cooled off somewhat (emotionally, if not physically),
we finally did proper introductions.  I learned that Darlene worked as
customer service for a small, family-owned business in the area.  It
was obvious they made very little money, but seemed quite happy
nonetheless.

Once inside, I immediately stripped out of my clothes, and Darlene and
Chuck did likewise.  Lana looked a little bit embarrassed, and went
into one of the bedrooms to get undressed.

I took a look at Lana's mom and step-dad.  She had described Darlene
as "old and saggy," but from what I could see, she was quite
attractive and fit for a woman in her mid-forties.  She didn't have
the perky breasts of a teenager - they fell a bit flat on her chest -
but they didn't look unusually droopy, and could easily have belonged
to a much younger woman.  Chuck was indeed a bit hairy, but not
grotesquely so.  He was younger than Darlene, maybe late thirties,
stout and well built, about 173 cm (five foot eight) with broad
shoulders, a barrel chest and thick legs.  Certainly there were less
attractive people to see naked.

Interested as I was at the moment in how people groomed their body
hair, I noticed that while Darlene was completely shaved (with large,
prominent inner labia and what appeared to be her clit sticking out),
Chuck looked like he did no trimming whatsoever.  His penis was almost
completely buried in hair, with only a rather large head visible.

It still amazes me, the vast range of shapes and sizes of the human
body and all its parts.

Lana came out of the bedroom completely naked.  I took a quick glance
at her nether regions and saw that she probably did no trimming at
all, which didn't surprise me for some reason.  Her brown bush covered
her privates the same way mine did before I did my trim.  I wondered
if she looked the same as her mom underneath.  I knew it was strange
having this fascination, since I am straight, but call it scientific
curiosity.

I learned that Lana and I would have to share a bedroom, but she had
claimed the floor with a sleeping bag, and I would get the bed.  I
offered to switch places with Lana, but no one would hear anything of
it.  I gathered my clothes and tossed them on my bed, discovering that
they had also set aside several towels for me.  I assumed one of them
was to be my "sitting towel," so I grabbed it and headed back to their
sitting area.

Chuck threw a pair of shorts on and went out to start the grill while
the rest of us sat around chatting over iced tea (Chuck's iced tea is
*excellent*, by the way).  We talked about getting ready for school at
Madison.  Both of Lana's parents had only gone to technical college
(though Frank later got an MBA in night school), and Chuck never went
to college, having gotten some sort of theological credentials at an
"online academy."  So Darlene wasn't a whole lot of help as far as
letting us know what to expect.

Since I had committed very late to Madison, I didn't get my pick of a
dorm or roommate.  Lana and Sarah would be rooming together, but I was
still waiting for my random assignment.  Hopefully it was someone easy
to live with, but I was very worried I'd be paired with some freak.
Actually, a freak wouldn't be so bad; what I really feared was being
with some uber-popular, fashion-obsessed sorority type.

Dinner was soy burgers and fresh salad.  The burgers tasted really
good, having been cooked over charcoal.  I often forgot that they
weren't real meat.  Still, no one believed Darlene when she told us
that soymeat used to cost more than beef.  These days it's about a
third of the price.

As humble as their abode might have been, they did have a full-speed
fiber link, and we rented a movie.  Their 20-some-inch TV looked huge
given the tight quarters.  All in all, they made me feel very
comfortable and at home.  That the four of us were stark naked was a
complete afterthought - as opposed to the few nights with my parents,
where the nudity was front and center in everyone's minds.

My bed was stiff and cramped, but I was glad to crawl in after a long
day.  Lana was spread out on the floor, practically at my feet.  The
A/C was kept on just enough to make the trailer bearable, so I slept
with no covers on, and Lana was uncovered from the waist up.  Sleeping
in such a small space with another nude woman was a new experience,
but the fact that it was Lana made it more comfortable than it
otherwise would have been.

Friday morning I awoke to the smell of coffee and (real) bacon.  I got
out of bed and leisurely stretched - until I realized I was standing
right above Lana's head.  Hopefully she wasn't awake, because she
would have gotten a view straight up my shaved pussy.

Speaking of which, I stepped aside into a corner of the room to see
how things were doing there.  The little bit of stubble that had grown
back on my lips and on either side of my "bikini patch" was a bit
annoying, but I didn't notice any irritation.  I decided I would want
to shave again the next time I showered.

I strolled into the kitchen, where Darlene was cooking breakfast
dressed only in an apron.  I thought it looked a bit silly with her
bare little bubble-butt sticking out below the knot tied in back.

"Chuck and I both get Friday and Saturday off, so we were planning on
spending a couple of days at the nudist club.  We have a camper there
on the grounds, so we sleep over there.  Would that be ok with you?  I
have a feeling it would be, but I thought I would ask.  We could
always go to the beach or do some sight-seeing, but it would mean
staying dressed, of course."

"Are you kidding?  I'd love to see the club!" I exclaimed.  "I've been
dying to know what these places are like.  And I think I can speak for
Lana, too.  She's very excited about going.  It's really sweet of you
to be willing to accommodate us, though."

Darlene smiled.  "I just want to make sure you're not being pushed
along into doing something you don't want to do.  I don't know what
you did to Lana to change her heart about this.  You should have seen
her reaction the last time we brought it up.  I thought she'd never
want to visit again, let alone be natural with us!"

"I guess I made it, I don't know... normal for her," I said.

After breakfast everyone started getting dressed and gathering things
for the trip to the club.  I realized my shower might hold everyone
up, but I really wanted to clean up and shave.

"We can wait for you to shower, no problem," Chuck said.  "They have
showers at the club, but they're unisex.  I don't know how comfortable
you'd be, you know..."

I thought about it for a moment.  The idea of showering and shaving my
intimate areas with a bunch of men around was unnerving... but
exciting all the same.  I swallowed the lump in my throat and decided
I would shower there.  I realized I would probably have to shower
before using their pool anyway.

Thinking (for some reason) that I would be spending the entire weekend
nude, I had only bothered to pack one other change of clothes.  I
don't know what I was going through my head; obviously I'd need to get
dressed to go out anywhere other than their home and the club, as well
as to travel home, but I had this strange notion that I didn't need
clothes.  In what the old-timers still referred to as "triple-digit"
heat, what was the point of clothing, other than to stick to your skin
and make you uncomfortable and smelly?  Anyway, because of my lack of
packed clothes and the fact that I was going to shower later that
morning anyway, I simply threw yesterday's shorts and t-shirts on, and
grabbed my travel bag.

When we got to the club entrance, I noticed that a tall privacy fence
kept outsiders from being able to peek in.  Above the entrance, it
said "Southern Lakes Health Club: The Gulf Shore's Premiere Naturist
Resort."  Nowhere on the sign did it say "nude or nudist."  There was
a call box at the gate, but Chuck simply clicked a garage door remote
in the car and the gate opened for us.

There wasn't anyone around the entrance, which is understandable, but
as we turned the corner, the main grounds came into view.  On either
side of the drive, nude people were out tossing horseshoes and
beanbags, sunning themselves on chairs, or sitting in the lush, green
grass, chatting.  Most everyone there was old.  I didn't see many
people who looked to be younger than fifty.

Despite it being Friday morning, the gravel parking lot was nearly
full - there had to be at least seventy-five cars there.  Most
everyone works a four-by-ten workweek these days, so a lot of folks
get Friday off.  And I couldn't imagine a better day to be nude with
the heat wave we were having.

Since Lana and I were both eighteen, we technically had to be checked
into the club as adults.  Fortunately, they had a policy that single
people under 25 years old didn't have to pay "grounds fees" if they
were the guests of another member.  I figured they really wanted young
folks to visit.

The "gate keeper," the woman who checked us in, appeared to be about
60, with long silver hair and truly massive breasts that were in plain
view as she sat at the check-in desk.  "Since this is your first time
here, it's perfectly ok if you want to stay clothed for a while until
you get used to the idea."  She seemed to regard both of us as
children, which irked me just a bit.

"I don't know about Lana, but I'm getting out of my clothes as soon as
possible," I told her.

"Wonderful!" she said.  "Keep in mind that this is a nudist club,
*not* 'clothing optional.'  We expect people generally to be nude when
it's comfortable, but we're not terribly strict about it.  It's only
when people visit here and are never nude that we start to see it as a
problem.  The only places we require nudity are in the sauna, hot
tubs, pools, and lakes."

"Lakes?  Plural?" asked Lana, astonished.

"Why, yes, that's why we're called 'Southern Lakes,'" responded the
gate keeper.  She also explained to us that this was a "family club,"
and no overt sexual behavior of any kind would be tolerated, which is
what I had come to expect at this point.

The clubhouse was great.  They had a game room with pool tables,
ping-pong, and a few antique "video games;" a lounge; a children's
playroom with toys and a shelf full of Disney movies; a ballroom
complete with raised dance floor and a disco ball; and a large indoor
swimming pool with adjacent hot tub.  There were men's and women's
restrooms, but the locker room and showers were unisex.  I suppose
separating the sexes wasn't that important when everyone was naked
anyway.

The lockers were free, and all had detachable keys that you could wear
as a bracelet.  Without any hesitation, I stripped out of my clothes
(which were quite grody at this point) tossed them and my other things
in a locker.  I decided all I would need with me was a towel, some
sunblock, and my cell, in case I wanted to read an e-book or watch
some TV to pass the time.  I also got out my razor.

A pleasant-faced, sort of pear-shaped middle-aged woman (nude, of
course) walked into the locker room and immediately greeted me.
"Well, hello!  I haven't see you here before.  What's your name?"

We introduced ourselves.  Her name was Debbie.  She shook my hand, and
then, to my surprise, gave me a warm hug.  It was a little weird, bare
breasts against bare breasts, but I guessed that was acceptable there.
  "It's just *so* nice to see young people coming out.  We don't get a
lot of them here.  Did you come by yourself or with some other
people?"

"I'm here with the Jacobs," I said.

Debbie got a confused look on her face, and I realized that Chuck and
Darlene's name wasn't Jacobs, like Lana's.  "I mean, with the Sauers."

"Oh, Darlene and Chuck!  Yeah, they've been coming here for nearly ten
years.  Wonderful people.  How do you know them?"

"I'm best friends with Darlene's daughter Lana," I told her.

Debbie suddenly gasped and touched my arm.  "Is she here?" she whispered.

"Yeah, they're showing her around right now, I think.  I wanted to
get, um, comfortable and take a shower."

"Wow, from what they told us, I didn't think she'd ever be out.  I
wonder what made her change her mind."

I told her about our trip to the nude beach up in Illinois, and how
she had taken to nudism once she realized what it was all about.

"Well, good for you!" she commended me.  "How long have you been a
nudist?  Did you grow up that way?"

"Actually, I've only been one for... about... four months now," I told
her.  "I didn't grow up a nudist, but I've managed to convert my
parents, maybe just a little bit."

"Well, aren't you the pioneer," she said.  "I'll leave you to take
your shower, but I'll have to introduce you to my husband, Kevin,
later on."

There were no individual stalls, just one big open shower room.  There
were two other men showering, both kinda old and fat, but they didn't
say anything to me, and their presence didn't bother me that much.  I
got right down to cleaning myself.  The club provided liquid soap, as
well as bottles of shampoo and conditioner.  I lingered just a bit,
waiting for the men to leave before I started shaving.

Once they were gone, I spread some conditioner up and down my legs and
shaved them.  Then I got my crotch all nice and slicked up and started
right in on my pussy lips.  I had to remind myself that this was a
public place, and no time to get excited.  Ironically, the fact that
it was so public, and I was so exposed, made it exciting.

Just as I was in the most compromising position possible, with one
foot up against the wall, hand on my pussy pulling one lip tight so I
could get it with the razor, a man walked in on me.  He was young -
mid to late twenties - and beautiful.  His hair was dark and wavy, his
face handsome with a closely trimmed beard and gray eyes.

It was his body that really got my attention.  He was 6-foot-3 or 4
(192 cm), thin but with a well-defined chest and great legs.  Between
his legs hung the biggest penis I had laid eyes on yet.  He was even
larger than Tony, the guy I spied on at the Y.  I was so stunned at
this gorgeous, well-tanned man, I didn't think to put my legs back
together.  I just stood frozen, mouth agape, my pussy held wide open
right in front of him.

"I'm sorry, I should let you do that in private," he said.  His voice
was rich, deep, and pure.  "Shave.  Shave in private.  Of course.
Yeah."

Clearly he was embarrassed, and I had an overwhelming desire to
comfort him and make him feel better.  "No, it's fine, you don't have
to go," I said.

"I really think I should leave until you're done," he said, as he
started to exit the shower area.

I ran toward him and grabbed his forearm.  It was firm, but the skin
was soft.  "No, really, it's not a problem.  You can stay."

*What the FUCK was I doing?!*

"Ok, if it's really alright with you," he said.

He took the shower two down from mine, faced away from me, and started
to lather up his hair while I went back to shaving my pussy.  The
feeling was electric as I glided the razor over one lip, then the
other, all the while knowing I had no choice but to suppress the
excitement I was feeling.

"I'm Julie," I said, extending my hand towards the guy after
satisfying myself that my labia were perfectly smooth.

He turned around and shook my hand.  His own hand was slick with
lather.  "Phil.  It's nice to meet you."  He turned his attention back
to his shower, closing his eyes as he soaped up his chest.  I could
see that his dick was now hanging quite a bit lower than it had been,
and it was slowly pulsing, bouncing slightly, apparently with each
heartbeat.

It was *enormous!*  Like what I would expect to see on a horse, except
horses aren't circumcised.  A large vein ran down the side of it, and
the last couple of inches of the shaft were pink in color, as opposed
to the tan of the rest of his shaft (which was darker than his overall
body tan, I noticed).  I could see his balls behind his enormous cock,
large and round.  It appeared he shaved and trimmed in an analogous
pattern to me: the skin below his cock, including his balls, was
completely smooth, and above his cock was a neatly trimmed triangle.

Phil took a few deep breaths with his eyes still closed, and the
pulsing seemed to stop.  I looked away, afraid he'd open his eyes
again and catch me looking.

After I finished shaving, I looked back towards Phil.  He seemed to be
much more at ease, eyes open, dick shrunk back to the (still massively
huge) size at which I had first seen it.  I turned the water to a
cooler temperature, since I was feeling overheated (for multiple
reasons).  I wanted to say *something* and not just leave things
hanging, so to speak.

"So, um, do you come here often?" I asked him, inwardly cringing.

"I try to get out here when I can.  I haven't seen you here before.
Are you home from college?" he asked.

"Well, this isn't really home - I'm visiting my friend's family - but
yes, I'm at the University of Wisconsin," I told him, thrilled that he
pegged me as a college student and not some underage kid.

"Madison, right?  I hear it's beautiful there."

"Oh, it is, especially in the spring," I said.  Spring was the only
time I had actually been in Madison, but he didn't need to know that.

"What are you studying?" He asked.

"Pre-law," I said.  "Well, I mean, there is no actual 'pre-law'
program, but I'm planning on doing Poli Sci and this special program
they have in the business school."

"Planning on?"

I blushed.  He caught me on my slight misrepresentation.  He appeared
so earnest and sweet that I couldn't help but be honest with him.
"Well, see, I'm just going into my freshman year.  Actually, I have
orientation in a couple of weeks."

Phil didn't seem at all perturbed, just taking it in stride.  "I went
to Purdue.  I was at Soldier Field when the Badgers upset the Boilers
to win the Big Ten Championship and go on to the College Football
Playoffs.  Sucked for us, but you probably enjoyed it."

"Actually, I'm from Illinois, and I was probably in grade school when
that happened.  I never really got into sports all that much.  My
little brother, on the other hand...  So, what brought you to southern
Alabama?" I asked, glad to find a way to keep the conversation
rolling.

"Well, I studied industrial engineering, and got a job at the new Tata
Motors plant they opened down here."

"How do you like the area?"

"It's freakin' HOT," he said, and I had to resist the urge to respond,
"Well, you'd fit right in, then."

We stepped out of the clubhouse (each of us clad only in sandals and
carrying our respective towels) and I proceeded to put sunblock on.
By now I had gotten used to the idea that lotioning up breasts and
private areas out in the open was a normal part of naturism.  I had
Phil apply sunblock to my back.  Out of necessity, of course.

Phil showed me around the grounds.  There was an Olympic-sized outdoor
swimming pool in which several members were swimming laps, and a
smaller "conversation pool" with a volleyball net overhead.  No one
was playing volleyball, but about ten or fifteen people were just
hanging out and chatting there.  The pools were joined by a large
patio area with a concessions stand in between.  There was also a sand
volleyball court and a vast lawn leading down to one of the lakes.
The lawn faced south, and was covered with deck chairs, about half of
which were occupied by nude sunbathers.

That was just the clubhouse area.  Phil and I walked along a path
through a patch of woods on the lakeshore, and came to another part of
the grounds.  Here there was a long gravel road loop along which were
parked campers and trailers of various sizes.  Some looked to be
fairly permanent homes.

"Do people live here?"  I asked.

"A few do.  It's pretty affordable.  I live in an apartment in town,
but I have a small camper I keep here."

I thought about asking to see it, but that might sound a bit forward.
Maybe Phil neglected to offer to show it to me for the exact same
reason.  Was he attracted to me?  He was very polite.  Polite, smart,
successful, and witty.  And God, what a body!  Maybe I was out of his
league?  Or maybe I was just too young for him.  Or maybe he had a
girlfriend...

What was I thinking?  I already had a crush on Kai back in Madison.
We weren't dating or anything, but we certainly did keep in touch an
awful lot.  Could I have *two* crushes?  This one was different,
though.  While what I felt for Kai made my heart skip, Phil made me
feel something... further down.  Not that Kai didn't make me horny -
I'd be embarrassed to admit how many times I'd 'jilled off' imagining
myself with him - but what I felt for Phil was much more...
animalistic.

Beyond the mobile home area, continuing along the lakeshore, there was
the lodge - a motel, essentially, with about ten rooms.  There were
also five or six chalets, one-room cabins with no toilet facilities.
Past that was the campground area.  There was a several-acre open area
for tents with fire pits here and there.  There were about ten tents
pitched in the area.  The campground and chalets shared a full
restroom building with "Women's" and "Unisex" bathrooms.  Showers were
all outdoors.  I had never taken an outdoor shower before.

While Phil was showing me around, whenever we'd pass other people -
usually "empty-nester" couples in their 50s and 60s - they would
always stop to greet us, and introduce themselves to me.  I think
about a dozen times I heard how great it was to have more young people
coming to the club, people wanting to make sure I felt comfortable,
and telling me how Chuck and Darlene were wonderful people.  I also
learned, repeatedly, that Phil was a "very nice young man" and that I
should spend more time with him.

I made about ten new best friends, and got more invitations to lunch
and dinner than I knew what to do with.

We made our way around to the other side of the lake, which was sort
of a minor "sports complex."  There were tennis courts, tetherball
poles, shuffleboard (yes, people still play it), horseshoes, and a
large, multipurpose field with a baseball backstop in one corner.

"It's like recess, only naked!" I said to Phil.

"Yeah, I think we'd probably get detention for going out to recess
like this," he smiled.

I almost took his hand in mine at that point, but thought better of it.

There was a large, raised platform along the side of the field.
"What's that for?" I asked.

"It's a stage, actually," Phil said.  "We try to put on a few concerts
every year.  We've had some pretty good acts.  Last summer we had
Donnie and the Dickheads."

I laughed at the thought.  "Neo-punk?  You're telling me these
grandparents hold neo-punk concerts?"

"Remember, these 'grandparents' were kids when the first wave of punk was new."

"Do the bands perform nude?" I asked.

"Not usually, though Seth Urban did perform wearing only his guitar."

"So how did you become a nudist anyway?" I asked him.  "Seems to be a
thing for old folks, from what I can see."

"Hmm... I'm not sure I should tell you.  I usually keep that to
myself," he said.

"Oh, now I *have* to know."

"Promise you won't tell *anyone?*"

"Cross my heart," I said, making a mock sign of the cross over my bare breasts.

Phil got very quiet, even though no one was anywhere near earshot.
"I'm really embarrassed about this, but, you see, back in college I
needed some extra money.  My girlfriend at the time kind of suggested
that I... well... that I should try being a..."

I raised my eyebrows in a question.

Phil laughed a bit, clearly nervous.  "...a male stripper."

"REALLY?!" I said, maybe a bit too loud.  I felt somehow that I was
getting a great deal now, getting too see something for free that
others had to pay for.

"So three nights a week I would hop the train down to Indianapolis to
dance at a club there."

"What was it like?"

"Well, of course, first I had to learn how to dance, since I had no
clue.  And despite the fact that I worked out and was in good shape,
let me tell you, getting up and dancing for several hours is *hard
work*.  My legs and feet were just killing me the first couple of
weeks," he explained.

"Was your audience mostly men or women?"

"More women than men.  Since most of the dancers were gay, they were
happy to 'play to' the male customers and leave the female clientele
to me and the other few straight guys.  So I was mostly dancing for
women."

"How did the women treat you?  What did it feel like?" I asked him.

"I was a piece of meat.  At first it was really exciting and
gratifying, but after a while the objectification started to get to
me.  I mean, it's every guy's fantasy to be lusted after by hoards of
drooling women, but it's really not all that glamorous.  A lot of them
were just plain crude.  And ugly.  I also started to get really picky
and obsessed about my body.  I became anorexic, trying to starve off
every last ounce of fat for that perfect 'ripped' look."

Phil wasn't "ripped" anymore, but he was still what I would consider
an Adonis.  And perfectly acceptable for a male stripper in my book.

"It was my quest for the perfect tan that, ironically, got me into
naturism.  I started going to a nearby club in the summer, and
discovered that the people there *weren't* obsessed with their bodies.
 Naturists simply accept the body as natural, no matter what it looks
like.  It was... refreshing."

"It's wonderful that we can accept the human body in all its shapes
and sizes," I commented, "but I'd much rather do you than some short
fat du--OH MY GOD!"

I quickly turned from him and ran off towards the middle of the field.
 I fell to my knees and crouched down in the grass, hiding my face in
my hands.  I couldn't *believe* I just said that!

I wasn't crying, but I felt close to it.  I had just spent the past
hour in the company of a wonderful guy (regardless of what he looked
like, he was also respectful and kind) and I thought I had just blown
any chance for friendship.

Oddly enough, the fact that I was stark naked didn't play into my
embarrassment in the least.

After a few minutes, I felt a hand on my shoulder.  I turned around
and looked up, and Phil was standing there above me, a look of pained
concern on his handsome face.

"It's ok," he said.  "We're young.  We've got hormones.  We've got
desires.  Sometimes the most embarrassing thing is when we say what we
really think."

I was still feeling too mortified to look him in the eye.

"If it's any consolation, I'd really like to 'do you,' too.  You're
incredibly sexy," he said.

I stood up to face him.  "How about your camper, this evening," I
suggested, touching him lightly on the shoulder and winking.  "I'm
only kidding, of course."  Except that I wasn't.

We both laughed over the whole situation, and I noticed that Phil's
penis had become enlarged and was doing the whole slight upward bounce
thing.  He didn't show any embarrassment about it, though.

I followed Phil down towards the lake, where there was a beach and a
dock with rowboats.  I got to feast on the view of his backside: his
tight, muscular butt with cute dimples above each cheek, and his
broad, rippling back.

The heat was getting really oppressive at this point, so we both took
a dip in the lake to cool off.  Phil asked me how I got into naturism,
and I told him the whole story about my first nude dash back in March,
how I started going nude around the house, even in front of my
friends, my first time at a nude beach, the whole bit.

Phil was aware, as most nudists were, about recent changes in the law
allowing for public nudity, but didn't think it appropriate to be nude
in public places that weren't specially set aside for nudity.  I found
this prevailing attitude baffling.  I started to think that the only
way to really get the general public to accept the human body was to
get the human body out there, in public view.  It wasn't long ago that
a tour of Michelangelo's David would elicit angry mobs with pitchforks
and torches, demanding the great work of art be clad in boxer shorts.
That was sick and wrong in my mind, and I increasingly wondered if it
was my responsibility to combat it.

"You seem really comfortable for a woman your age so new to social
nudity.  It's really a rare thing," Phil told me.  I took that as a
huge compliment.

Despite it being only about a hundred meter swim back to the other
side of the lake, where the clubhouse was, we decided to take a boat
across.  We both had towels to carry with us, after all.

Back on the other side, I spotted Darlene and Chuck lounging in deck
chairs outside the clubhouse, chatting with another couple.

"Oh, hi, I was wondering where you'd gone off to," Darlene said.  "Oh,
hello, Phil, did you and Julie meet each other?"

"Phil's been showing me around the club," I told her.  "Where's Lana?"

"She went for a swim, and has mostly been meeting people and hanging
out," said Chuck.  "She's around here somewhere."

With Phil in tow, I looked around and saw Lana over by the outdoor
kid's play area.  She was chatting with a young couple who appeared to
have two small children with them.  Phil and I walked over to greet
them.

The couple appeared to be well under thirty.  The dad wasn't much to
look at, but the mom was a total knockout.  Despite (I assumed) having
given birth twice, her stomach was flat and smooth, without a hint of
stretch marks.  Her breasts were large, round, and clearly natural,
capped with puffy brown nipples.  Her hair was straight, long, and
blond, and her face had an exotic, eastern European look.  I felt
rather dumpy and unattractive next to her.  Lana introduced them as
Brian and Natalia.

When I introduced Phil to Lana, she got red in the face and stuttered
at bit.  She took me aside a moment later.

"So *that's* what you've been doing all this time," she whispered.
"Holy cow.  Can I have him when you're done?"  I remembered my earlier
embarrassment in front of him, but we both giggled nonetheless.

Brian, who was much shorter than Phil, rather chubby, and had a small,
stubby dick, didn't look super thrilled to have Phil around, but he
was pleasant nonetheless.  He and Natalia seemed like really nice
people.

We left them to look after their kids, while Lana, Chuck, Darlene,
Phil, and I hiked over to their camper to have lunch with their
friends, who stayed at the site next to theirs.  I got acquainted with
the inside of their camper.  It was cramped, and there was no A/C, but
it was tidy and clean.  There were two beds and a couch.  I insisted
to Lana, over her objections, that I would sleep on the couch while we
were there, and she could have the second bed.

The rest of the afternoon was really just an uneventful, pleasant time
on a hot summer day, outdoors and stark raving naked.  Lana, Phil, and
I stuck together most of the time.  We got roped into a volleyball
game in the conversation pool, went for several swims in the lake, did
some sunbathing (Lana preferring the cool of the shade to baking in
the sun), and playing billiards in the air conditioned clubhouse when
we all got too hot outside.

I noticed that when Phil was overheated, his balls would hang
extremely low, one much lower than the other.  I found myself
fascinated by this organ, the scrotum.  I couldn't imagine having
anything like that hanging from my crotch - it looked rather
uncomfortable to me.

Apparently there was a big dinner and dance scheduled at the clubhouse
that evening.  Chuck and Darlene had already signed us up and paid for
us.  I thought that was really generous of them.  The club had its own
cafe, but that only served breakfast and lunch.  They had brought in
some caterers to do dinner, buffet style.

The dance was hokey, with one of the members acting as DJ.  Lots of
folks got up to shake their stuff on the dance floor.  I tried not to
giggle at the sight of a bunch of older people, some old enough to
have liver spots, getting their groove on in the altogether.  The
three of us just sat at a table chatting, watching the people.

After the dance it was starting to get dark, and we were both invited
to a party at "Jimmy's Place," in the trailer area.  We followed a
group of people on foot, though a lot of people got into golf carts
for the trip over.  This time, instead of walking along the lake, we
followed the main car path over.  Despite the sun having gone down, it
was still oppressively warm.

"Jimmy's Place" appeared to be the largest permanent home there,
complete with a large, wrap-around deck where the party was already in
full swing.  Everyone there appeared to have a beer or glass of wine
in hand, and on a count of "one, two, THREE!" several people downed a
shot.  A man greeted us at the steps to the deck.  He asked Lana and
me how old we were.

"Ok, a couple of things," he said.  "First of all, the drinking age in
Alabama is still 21.  Also, you see that guy over there?"  He pointed
to a bald man with a moustache who was just as nude as everyone else.
"That's Bill.  He's a cop.  Off-duty, of course.  I'm an ex-cop.  I'm
not saying we think you'll break the law, but I thought you ought to
know we keep an eye on things."

Lana and I had to settle for soft drinks, and Phil decided to do
likewise.  The atmosphere was a lot more "loose" here than at the club
during the day, with lots of flirting and "casual contact."  Nothing
really overt, but I think the combination of the alcohol and the fact
that no kids were around gave people a little more license in their
behavior.

A thin woman in her mid-fifties dropped her cup, which landed at
Phil's feet.  She squatted down to pick it up, but instead of standing
up again, lingered there with her face right in front of Phil's
crotch.

"We'll you're a sight for sore eyes," she said quietly, but loud
enough for the three of us to hear.  Finally standing up, she put an
arm around Phil, pressing her small, pointy breasts into his side and
giving him a peck on the cheek.  "Sorry, it's been a while since the
divorce, and I hear you're available now."

Phil turned a bright shade of red, but kept his composure.  He took
her hand in his and kissed it gently.  "Maybe another time, Linda," he
said.

She made a silly, pouty face and went on to mix with more of the
crowd.  The three of us got a chuckle.

Mainly we sat around and philosophized about life with the other
partiers.  As time went on, though, being around a bunch of drunken,
naked buffoons lost its charm.  Lana decided she'd had enough and
would join her mom and step-dad back at their camper.

"It's getting late.  Do I need to head back with you?" I asked.  The
party was getting old, but I was still enjoying Phil's company.  Quite
a bit, in fact.

"They're really heavy sleepers, so you can just sneak in whenever you
feel like it.  This is such a social place, they kind of expected we
might stay out late.  You still remember which one is ours, right?"

After I assured Lana I could get back ok, she left.  I was now alone
with Phil.  I took his hand in mine for the first time.  Our hands
rested on his thigh, just inches from... it.  I so wanted...
something.  Conversation?  Kissing?  Sex?  I was so conflicted.  Part
of me wanted to know what sex was like.  I had seen it, but I didn't
really know first hand.  Would it hurt the first time?  With Phil's
huge member I was sure that it would.  In truth, I was frightened by
the thing.  Frightened and excited at the same time.

I looked up into his intelligent, gray eyes.  He smiled at me, seeming
to enjoy my company as much as I was enjoying his.  I was very close
to asking him to show me his camper, but I just couldn't bring myself
to.  That would seem too much like an open invitation to something I
wasn't sure I wanted to get myself into.

"Let's go for a walk," I finally suggested.

We grabbed our towels and draped them around our necks.  Hand-in-hand,
we left the party, into the darkening grounds.  As we walked along the
path around the lake, neither of us said a word.  I was so nervous I
thought I might throw up.  I could feel Phil's heartbeat - or was it
my own? - through his hand as we walked.  I took a couple of quick
glances at his crotch and saw that while he wasn't erect - I had never
seen him hard - he was definitely enlarged.  It was intimidating.
Intimidating and gorgeous, all at once, like being face-to-face with a
caged tiger at the zoo.

When we got to the sports area, it had been quite some time since we
had seen another person.  Phil led me across the field, to the other
side where there was a path through the woods.  We went through
another fifty meters or so to arrive at another lake.

It was completely quiet here.  And, since the moon had set, nearly
completely dark as well.  The city glow in the sky reflected off of
the glass-smooth water, causing the faint outline of the trees to be
visible on the surface.

"Just another lake on the grounds," Phil whispered.  "This is where I
go when I need some quiet time alone to think."

I lifted my head up to give him a kiss, and he responded, drawing my
body close to his.  I could feel his cock pressed against my stomach,
growing in size and hardness as our tongues danced around each
other...

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