2 comments/ 24008 views/ 10 favorites One Fat Summer Day By: SSobotkaJr AUTHOR'S NOTE : This WAS to have been my entry for the 2012 Nude Day contest, but things in real life took a sour turn and I wasn't able to complete it in time for voting/judging. This time, I promised myself that I would get it done to have it ready for this year's contest. I will also point out I have a lot of stories on the back-burner that I WILL get to this year. So, accept this story as an apology to all my readers/watchers that have been waiting for my other works to be finished. Please do vote for this story, and I look forwards to all of the comments and crits. With that said, on with the show! * * * * "Kymi! I'm heading out now! You mind your brother while I'm gone, okay?" I spread out in front of me on the grass and, tipping my head back so I could fill my lungs, I called back to my Mom. "'Kay! See ya in a couple o' hours!" My daughterly-duty to respond to the female parental-unit fulfilled, I brought my attention back to the article I was reading. It's July -- just starting the really hot-days of summer -- and I'm hoping to cram in as much tanning time as I can. Well, heck, I was trying to get as much 'anything-me' time for that matter. What with summer coming to an end in a couple of months and my first-ever college year just hovering on the horizon. I didn't want to lose a single minute of daylight. Because, after all, soon I'll be stressing out over new clothes, new classes and all the usual stuff that went with the return to academics and stuff--. Oh, who am I? Glad you asked! I'm Kymi. That's short for Kymeria . . . What? You never had a parent that wanted to name their kid beyond the usual Susan's and Bethanys and Jane's of the world? Well, you're looking at one such kid. Actually, I am a teenager; just all of nineteen years old. Yep, turned it just this past week. Ah, to be a "Fourth of July" baby! It's kinda fun to have your birthday on your nation's day of celebration. For the longest time, I used to think that the local town's annual fireworks were put on just for me. A regular riot, huh? Anyway, I'd better give you the whole picture here. I'm a tiny gal. No, really, I barely touch five-feet-four, even in my sneakers or flats. I'm not exactly a pixie though. I'm just about right, my Momma told me once. She figures I get some good genes from her side of the family, since in the past four years I got all of my curves and such to settle in all the right places. I'm just about one-thirty, with a good double helping of C to fill out my bra-cups. I've also got more than enough muscle tone from a dozen year's worth of cycling, swimming and hiking to make me fit without looking like a butterball baby. Personally, I think I must look super. Even Daddy calls me his little pack of dynamite. As of right now, my little 'dynamite' body is clad in my usual summer-attire. A string bikini top and a pair of bi-colored boy short bottoms. The kind where they're so brief, and the fabric is that special kind, made for tanning. It covers all the important parts to be decent in public, yet it lets all the sun through to give you a nice 'no-tan line' look. Mind you, this is only temporary . . . oh, why's that? Well, today Dad's on an over-night job and Momma's just left to do her part-time shift (she just cannot stay a Stay-At-Home Mom!) before she tackles her usual chain of errands. So, I'm just waiting for my older brother to leave so I can peel out of my outfit and get a full dose of sunshine all over me. Believe me! I just love the feeling of sunbathing without clothes. Being the 'closet nudist' that I am, I wanted to take full advantage today, especially since today is National Nude Day. All I planned to do was grill myself in the sun, going all natural while the rest of the family is out and about. As such it's the only way I can get away with such a risque thing. I mean, while I really prefer to go down all-skin when I do my serious grilling, neither Momma or Daddy like it. So, I've got to keep up appearances by staying mostly-covered while they're around. Gotta keep the parentals happy, after all. Considering they're footing the bill for my future college classes. But, they shouldn't put a damper on my plans too much today. Daddy just left a half hour ago, and while Momma's left just now that still leaves Derrick. Hopefully he'll be leaving too. So, while I bide my time, I'm stretched out next to the family pool on a beach towel, with a cool drink in reach, along with my transistor radio and my favorite girl's mag to read. What? The radio? Oh, that was a gift from my Grandpa! He always took good care of his knick-knacks and such. Told me he had that radio from when he was a teenager, and when he saw how much I liked it... Well, yeah, I know. Mp3 players and CD radio boxes are what all the hip kids have. So sue me. I happen to be one of those girls who takes pride in being different. Anyway, I'm out here, basically grilling away in the mid-afternoon air, without a care in the world. I've got my hair tied off into two low pig-tails... and you know what? I never could understand why they call them that. I mean, a pig's tail is all tiny, curly and hairless. If anything, they should be called little pony-tails, and be done with it. Anyway, my hair's a bright, sun-touched red. It goes with my cocoa-brown eyes and the smattering of freckles on my cheeks. Well, Daddy and a lot of boys around town think my freckles are cute. Unlike my dip stick of an older brother Derrick, who thinks I'm the runt of the family. Speaking of the devil-himself, here he comes now. The prick. All dressed in his garage-togs and work-boots, with a tool belt looped over his broad shoulder, while he's thumbing through the contacts on his cell phone. Derrick's got black hair, gray eyes and this whole 'rugged rock' look; set off by his large nose and a jaw so square I could level a bookcase with it. He's got more than enough industrial-grade gel in his hair and his aviator shades on. Looks like a 'greaser version of Tom Cruise. He thinks that if someone isn't into cars and motorcycles, working in the auto-shop club, beer or porn then you aren't fit to spend six seconds in his presence. He's such a jackass. Yeah, you can tell me and Derrick do not get along. At all. "Hey, Squirt!" Derrick says to me, not looking up from his phone's touchscreen. "Gotta go hang with the guys. You gonna be okay on your own, 'till Mom gets back, right?" Oh, can you tell how concerned he is? Poor lil' me, a teenaged red-headed gal, left all alone in her parents home without HIM to protect me? *gagging-sound* I just paste a faux-smile on, look up at him and go, "Sure, I'll be fine. I'm almost finished basting here anyway, so go play with your Matchbox cars." I giggled to myself. That remark always gets Derrick's goat. He looks up and snaps his phone shut, before giving me the hairy eyeball as he sees how I'm dressed. "Okay, I'll be back later." He starts stomping off towards the side-yard gate -- the quickest way to the front of the garage from our backyard -- but stops a few feet away from the fence that divides our yard from the Gustafsons; our next-door neighbors. From where I lay, I could see the rush of red flow up his neck and into his hairline, before he shouts like a drill-sergeant on a day-pass: "Hey! Put your eyes back on that side of the fence, you fat pervert!" I look over, just in time to see a fleeting glimpse of a rusty-blonde haired head duck back down behind the tall wooden planks. Oh dear. Looks like Stef's been trying to peep me again. I giggle inside at that, only to lose all mirth when Derrick starts ranting. "Yeah, you better go hide in that shed, you puke-face porkster! I catch you spyin' on my little sister again, I'll kick your fat ass down the block an' back!" I am NOT sitting still for that noise! I pop up on my hands and glare a laser-beam stare at Derrick. "Hey, quit pickin' on Stefan. He's not bothering me!" "You should be bothered, Squirt," Derrick says, turning back to me with a scowl. "That puke looks at you like he... well, like--." Derrick rubbed the back of his head, sputtering as he realizes what he nearly started to say. "Like, what, ex-act-ly, Derrick?" I ask, chopping my words sharp-like. I really do know what my dip stick of a brother is insinuating and coming from him, it's a lot more gross than if I was hearing it from Stefan himself. He really doesn't like talking sex-stuff in front of me. Still thinks of me as the 'baby', and that I should remain pure until I'm married -- even though he goes off and screws a new girl nearly every other week and shit. Insert eye-roll here. "Well, you shouldn't let yourself be caught outside wearing next to nothing, is all I'm sayin'," Derrick finally said with a snort. With that, I rise up to sit on my knees, planting my hands on my curvy hips as I growled,"Derrick Robert Vanderschmitt! I'll have you know, I am nineteen years-old, and I'll damn well wear just what I want when I'm at home," I said sharply. "Furthermore, the only three people that have any right to tell me what not to wear are Mom, Dad and my Future-Husband-to-Be!" With a smirk, I added with a little more edge to my words, "And right now, you ain't any of those three, buster!" Derrick never does like it when I stand up against his 'sibling authority'. He gets all red in the face, blows his mental gasket and usually goes off to stew for a few hours. But he clearly didn't want to do that this morning, what with his usual pack of hoodlums waiting on him. "Oh, just . . . just go inside or put on something decent. Do it before that pervert starts peeking at you again, or I'll tell Mom you were tempting him when she gets back!" With that, Derrick just storms out of the yard, purposefully banging the fence closed, just to drive home the point of his threat. A minute later, I hear the deep-throated rumble of his stock-car starting up, before he leaves amid a chirp of rubber on asphalt and a roar as he guns his accelerator. Yeah, he's so mature like that, huh? Really now. Who's the bigger perve, I ask you? I can probably give you an item list of all the 'girlie' magazines and stroke material he's got stashed in his room right now. Well, now that he's gone, I can get back to the business at hand. Chiefly, by getting back to tanning after stripping down to my birthday suit! Reaching up, I popped the clasp on my top and loosened the ties on my bottoms. Taking a moment to wriggle out of them, I stretched and grinned -- I love the freedom of being totally dipped-skinny! -- before I reached for my sun block and started slathering a fresh layer on my skin. In due time, I was slicker than butter on a doorknob and all set to get back to enjoying my personal time. Mind you, I was still pissed at Derrick. I mean, honestly! He's got the gorillas gall to pick on poor Stef like that--! What? Do I mind my next-door neighbor's son is playing peeping-tom at me? Oh, hell no! I don't mind one bit. Oh, he's no sicko or such. Truth be told, he just . . . You see, Stef -- Stefan Oliver Gustafson, who's twenty-three now -- has got to be about the nicest person you could ever meet. His family has been our next-door neighbors since we moved into the neighborhood years ago. I was all of six years old the first time we met, and Stef was about ten. He was a bit of a chubby little kid, all right and really supper-shy to beat the band. I mean, all I did when we first got to introduce ourselves to his parents and him, was just skip over in my yellow and white singlet dress and Mary Jane's and beam up at him. Then I asked, "Hi! Will you be my fwend?". Mercy! He scurried back inside his house like a mouse being chased by a tomcat. You never saw a kid move so fast! Well, his Momma, Rose Gustafson apologized, but no amount of coaxing was gonna draw him back out that day. But, I'm anything but persistent. Besides, I liked him from the get-go, and at that age, I was determined to make him my friend. Over the years since then, I've tried to draw Stef out of his shyness, I've been fortunate that Momma Rose is a patient as she is nice. She also took a shine to me early on and she's often worked with me to facilitate my intentions to befriend her son. I've been invited over for many occasions -- barbecues, parties, get-togethers, you name it. Each time, I've done my best to win Stef over, but he's always dodged or ducked and remained as shy as ever. Even though he's as polite as a priest before he does his little disappearing act. Eventually though, after one-too-many times of him scurrying off, his Momma had a sit-down talk with Stef. I wasn't privy to the details, but since then he's managed to stay in the same room with me for more than two minutes when I came to visit. While he still acted like a turtle in a shell, he was more friendly towards me. Over the following months, I got to know him a lot better. I also found out a great deal when I started my freshman year in High School; the same one Stef was at. Word was that Stef was a pretty sweet guy. I've never heard it said he's ever been rude, obnoxious or terrible to other girls. 'Round High School, I was told he was practically the class 'puppy'; you know? The guy all the good-looking girls could coax into helping out with assignments or doing small things for during the day. He was a senior when I got there -- and he graduated with some pretty good marks, I was told -- but he and I managed to further our friendship during that whole school year. Granted, a few times I found myself sticking up for him when some snobby girls pranked him, and one dork-faced bully got after him once. It's how I got my nickname of "Lil' Red Dynamite" around the school; if you ever picked on my friends, I literally blew you up! *giggle* For all that, Stef and I were good friends no matter what other people thought about it. We even found out we liked a lot of similar things: music, movies, and such. So, in the end, we did develop a sort-of-more-than-friends friendship. It made his Momma happy, that's for certain. This lasted well for over a few years. Then, you can guess, the obvious happened. We both grew into those "puberty" years, and while I was a few years behind him, it didn't take long to realize that my growing body was becoming a growing interest to him. When I was just sixteen, and doing my summer-tanning thing, I caught him peeking around a loose board in the fence at me. Considering that, being a growing boy and all, he's sort of let nature's natural hormones work to overcome some of that residual shyness. Well, I should have been upset or even embarrassed, but I actually thought it was cute that he wanted to look at me. So, I said and did nothing and he went off after I was called in for supper. He did this a few more times, then Mom caught him while she was looking out through the kitchen window that looks out over the back yard. Well, she had a talk with Momma Rose about it, then had Daddy fix the board. That really didn't stop Stef though, who soon resorted to covert peeps over the top of the fence, or around the corner, or from the 'safety' of his bedroom window. This continued well up to today, where he's well into being an young adult man. Again, I really don't mind. Heck, I know how good I look. How can any red-blooded male not want to take a peek at me while I'm grillin' myself to a medium-well done? For him to continue to make such an overt move to sneak glances at me, that's a long way for someone who was such a mouse-boy when we were both little sprouts. So, back to the present. Settling back down, I'm trying to get back into my magazine, but no thanks to the prick of a brother of mine, my mood is totally wrenched out of the calm and relaxing mode it had been in. Well, part of it was due to Derrick's little bitch-fit. the rest? Let's just say Stef had more to do with it than anything. You see, unknown to him... and I admit it fully as the truth, in the past year or so I've been sneaking peeks over the fence at him! I can hear you all asking: How can you even think of peeking at some fat guy? Well, let me paint you a picture about Stef. He's no Fabio. Mmm-hmm, but trust me, he ain't no Homer Simpson either! He's got this whole, boyish look, coupled with his rusty-blonde hair, that Daddy always said all Stef needed one more dip to be a full redhead, like me. Also, he's got his Daddy's nose and his Momma's lips, which go right along with these cute, bright-blue eyes. Ooo, man! I've never seen a shade of blue like that, 'cept in pictures of the ocean in those vacation brochures rest. Now, you heard Derrick call him fat, and well, some people might call Stef a big boy. But most of what he's got is more or less in his tummy, thighs and such. The rest of him actually looks pretty good. He does a lot of yard work, and I hear tell he also does work for one of the warehouses in town. So he's got muscles. Mmm, does he ever! How do I know this? Because, while he usually works around the yard covered up with a T-shirt and jeans -- mostly because the neighborhood kids used to ride by and tease him -- when he works in the backyard, he changes down to some cut-down cargo shorts, sneakers and no shirt . . . and mmm, Momma-Baby-Dad! He's not bulky like a body-builder, but there's some definition in his shoulders and arms. Plus, he's got some natural cover as his forearms and chest have this semi-red and blonde carpet of hair covering him. Makes me go all mushy in the knees to look at him, shirtless! So, get the picture now, ladies? Yum-o! Yeah, I know. Not your bag. Well, good, 'cause that leaves him all for me! Maybe I'm just wired a different way. I can't explain it. Call it hormones, call it whatever. All I know is that after watching him work for an hour or two, and my little 'kitty' is in some serious need of attention. That's when I usually make the excuse of needing a shower, but let me tell you, I'm certainly using that shower head for more than cleaning off all the sun block and tanning oil. Gah! I can't count the number of times I nearly got caught by either Momma or Daddy with my fingers in my cookie-jar because I couldn't keep my voice down as I climaxed. Usually over mental pictures of Stefan and me doing things that . . . well, I know Derrick would blow a gasket if he knew. Seriously! That boy has got his hooks into me, and the sad part? He doesn't even know it! So, you might ask, what are you going to do about it, Kymi? Well, I've got one idea. Heck, it's the only idea, and right now, being that the family is out of the house, it seems like the perfect time to put it to the test. In fact, just laying here and thinking about it, coupled with the fact Stef's already tried to peek at me today, has given me enough of the hornies to woman-up and take a stab at it. So, I got up from my towel, after closing my magazine and tossed it onto a deck chair on the patio nearby. I had another towel on the back of the chair -- for drying off if I wanted to take a dip -- and scooped it up as I walked over to the partition of the outdoor shower nearby. Daddy had it built when the pool was installed, so we wouldn't have to drip salt-water in the house. Plus, it made for cleaning up after a swim that much easier. Stepping behind the partition, I hung the towel up on a hook, before I reached up to give myself a slight dousing with the warm spray from the shower head. It felt good to rub down and get all the excess oil off. Plus, I kinda have to admit it does feel a little wicked to be outside in nothing but my birthday-suit. Shutting the shower off, I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around my body. It covered me from chest to mid-thigh. Oh, but with a nice little tuck-and-twist that had three desired effects: it pushed up my boobs to form a nice cleavage-view, with the ends parting just enough down one side to reveal one killer leg, while hugging my neat lil' bod to the max. One Fat Summer Day All wrapped up, I stepped back into view from the shower area and padded bare-foot over to the side of the yard to look for Stef. I put one foot on a small runner of wood that stretches along the bottom part of the fence, and lifted up on my toes. It makes a perfect step-up brace, allowing me to hoist my little bod up to look over into our neighbor's back yard. Sure enough! Stef's gotten so flustered by Derrick's threat he's turned to the one thing lately that calms him down... doing yard work. Stef was using a rake to collect a big pile of grass clippings, leaves and other stuff from around the yard. He had on a pair of black cargo shorts, his Converse All-Stars and a thick pair of work gloves. Having been outside most of the time, his skin was toasted to a nice, 'crunchy' tan; sort of like the color on the top of a well-made biscuit. Covered with a sheen of sweat from belly to brow, he worked slow and steady to scrape up the yard trimmings into a pile at his feet. Oh, I forgot to mention, Stef's not a short-guy either. He got a massive growth spurt when he turned thirteen and shot up nearly two feet in the three summers that followed. Now, he stands about six-foot-six. I have to mention this because, funny enough, he's certainly big enough that he could really kick my brother around like a tin can if he wanted to. Yet Stef wouldn't lay a hand on you if he thought he would hurt you. A real lover-not-a-fighter type. Maybe that's another reason while I like him so much, hm? Clearing my throat, I pitched it up into a soft call over the fence. "Hey, Stef? You busy?" Hearing me had the usual effect on him; he stopped, startled, before whipping around to see where I was -- as if I would be anywhere else in his yard? When he saw my head peeking over the top of the fence, Stef's face darkened with a flush of blush, before he ducked it down and made a half-hearted return to his work. "Ummm, ah... h-hi, K-K-Kymi." I smiled sweetly. "How you doin'?" "Umm, I, ahh . . . good, g-good. I'm . . . good." he said. "Stef, you've been working at this all mornin', huh?" Stating the obvious, yeah, but with him you literally had to drag a conversation out of him, kicking and screaming, I tell you. "Well, uh, y-yeah. Mom wants the house l-looking, well . . .neat and pretty, y'know." "Yeah, I can tell." I give him a sideways-look. "With all the work you've been doin', don'cha think you deserve to take a break?" Stef looked away, blushing all the way from his hairline to his chest. "Aah, well . . . m-maybe. I mean, I, uh . . . I have-." "I mean, I'm sure your Momma's not gonna blow a gasket if you knocked off for a bit. Seein' all of the hard work you've been puttin' out for her," I said, gently coaxing with my tone. The last thing I wanted to do was spook Stef and send him running for cover, again. "I mean, here's a great chance for you to cool off for a bit." I nodded towards our pool. "After all, it's a rule that says a person just has to swim with a buddy." I gave him what Daddy calls my BEPD-look -- Brown-Eyed Puppy Dog; all sad, soulful and begging. "You wouldn't want me to break a rule, right?" Now I was all but expecting Stef to do his usual quick-apology-and-dash bit -- heck, he's done it dozens of times before. However, maybe it was the heat, all the work he did, my pushin'-sugar routine or all of the above, because the next words out of Stef's mouth was, "Oh . . . okay. Sure. I, ah, I'd be happy to . . . well, help. In that case." I only took a second to recover from the shock; Stef finally agreed to come spend time with me! "Coolness! Oh, one thing, you'll need your trunks." I said. Stef nodded, and put the rake he'd been holding down and moved towards his house. "B-be right back." He paused mid-step, then looked at me with a puppy-dog look of his own. "Y-you won't go a-anywhere, 'till I g-get back?" I just smiled. "Go get your swimmin' shorts, Stef. I'll be right back here by the pool when you get back." I raised my right hand. "Honest-Injun!" That was something my Granpa used to say. Satisfied, Stef quickly made his way inside. I turned away from the fence and nearly let out a squeal with glee. I did it! Now, I had to make the next part of my plan work. Granted this was going to take several things: guile on my part, some of Stef's innocent demeanor, some careful handling and a heck of a lot of luck. I quickly set the stage, by getting some of my waterproof sunning lotion, an extra pair of towels from the outdoor shower locker. Then, I skipped into the kitchen and got out some cut-up fruit and a couple of cold sodas from the fridge in the house . . . what? Not every teen these days likes to booze it up. Besides, I didn't want any alcohol to dull the senses. No, no. I wanted everything working on all cylinders when Stef got there. Placing the stuff near the one side of the pool, I got another larger bath-sheet and spread it out like a picnic blanket on the grass nearby. I barely got things settled when there was a knock at the side yard gate. I had to grin. "Come on in, Stef." I called out. Soon enough, Stef ambled into the back yard; looking nearly every other direction all at once. He'd changed into a pair of Hawaiian-print, blue and white jams and some slip-off sandals, along with a sleeveless while t-shirt. When he saw that it was just me there, some of the hesitation and tension in his face melted away. "Hi, Kymi." "Well, hello," I said, just to keep him at ease. Even with him being there, he was clearly still nervous as a cat on hot bricks. "Come on over, I got some pop, and you can just jump right in and get cool." Stef made his way to the far side, again giving me that shy-boy smile as he glanced at the back of my house for a second. "Don't worry, Derrick's not here," I said. "In fact, no one else is home, so it's just the two of us." I couldn't tell if Stef was more relieved or more nervous to hear that, but the small smile he had grew a bit. "Oh . . . okay." I just giggled. "Um, you did come over to get wet, remember?" I nodded towards the pool. "Well, jump in, silly! The water's not gonna go away." Stef must've needed that confirmation, because he now smiled eagerly and reached down to strip off his T-shirt. Tossing it onto the patio as he kicked off his sandals, he took a couple of steps and then bounded off the edge of the pool. He hit the deep end in a hasty-made cannon-ball; splashing up a fountain of water before he surfaced to give out a gasp. "Wow! That's cold!" I giggled again. "Good, that way you can cool off." Right before I warm you up a little. Heh! I let Stef splash and swim around for a bit, while I poured the pop into two glasses and got some fruit on a paper plate. Then, making sure my towel was still securely tucked, I got the drinks and fruit and carried them over to the side of the pool. Stef had been somewhat swimming a lap across the width of the pool, when he saw me kneeling at the edge. He stopped and looked up, eying the soda and fruit with a smile. "Oh, that looks, good, Kymi." "It's for you, hon," I said, putting the stuff down as I tucked my legs up under me -- careful to keep my goodies hidden, for the moment. "C'mon, I bet you can use some of this," I said, holding out one of the glasses. Stef nodded and half-walked/swam over to the side. Taking the glass I held, he said, "Thanks, Kymi." and took a big gulp. "Hey, slow down, tiger! Save some room for this," I said. Holding up the plate, I nodded to the cut slices of oranges, pineapple and cut strawberries. Stef tucked into the sweets with gusto, while I sat there at the edge and nibbled on a strawberry or two. Eventually, Stef was sated and put his glass down. "Thanks, Kymi. I really needed that." He started to turn to go for another lap around the pool, but that's when he jerked to a halt; his left shoulder twitching. "Ow!" "Hey, what's wrong?" I asked. Well, duh, I knew what the problem was. After all that work in the hot sun and now a cool dip, Stef was facing a cramp. He said as much, reaching up to try to rub the sore spot with his right hand. "Ow-ow-ow, that's not good!" "Well, we need to fix that," I said. I shifted more onto my knees, after dragging another of the towels over to lay on the edge of the pool. "C'mere. Let me get at that. You're not gonna do much trying to do a self-massage yourself." Without pause, Stef turned around and leaned back against the edge, putting his arms down into the water. Perfect. Kneeling behind him, I took a moment to put a pump of sun block in my palms -- to ease the friction -- then I took hold and started to knead his tight muscles with slow, firm motions. In seconds, Stef's face went from tense to blissful relief as he groaned. "Oooh, that, is, better!" "Glad you like. I hardly get to practice my patented massage skills," I said. The way I was working his solid-feeling shoulders and neck muscles must've really let Stef lose some of his usual shy-vibe. He groaned and said, "Mmm, I . . . really wouldn't mind, if you wanted to--mmph! If you wanted to practice on . . . me, in the future," he said. He tipped his head back and looked at me with a bit of a blush. "That is . . . if you, um, want to?" I gave Stef one of my heart-melting smiles. You know, the ones that can make the parentals just go "awww". "Hey, you don't have to twist my arm, y'know?" I ruffled his hair affectionately, then got back into kneading his right shoulder. Eventually, I spread the attention to his upper arms and all across his back. Soon enough, I had worked him over until his muscles were pliant as clay, so I eased back on the rough touch and began to slather his back, neck and arms with smooth, soothing caresses. I could swear Stef was purring under my touch. His head was tipped forwards, with his chin resting on his chest, with his eyes closed. Good! Now I can really start my plan! I gave his shoulders a final, fondling caress, before standing up and reaching for the top of the towel still wrapped around my little body. I whipped it off, letting it fall to the patio and before Stef could react or look up, I crouched and vaulted over his head towards the water in front of him. I pulled my arms and legs in, making a much neater cannonball than the one he did; making less of a splash, but still giving him a face full of water in the process. I got back to the surface in a hurry, just in time to hear Stef sputter and laugh. "Okay-*cough!*-okay, Kymi! You got me . . . ugh, got me good that time!" Oh, yes. I got you! I thought. You just don't know how bad, yet! "Oh, poor baby!" I said aloud, moving in close. "Are you all right?" Yeah, I was pushin' sugar, but it was just enough of a distraction to let me get in really close. Before Stef could reply, I was practically on top of him; pressing my naked body against his. My nipples were like sand pebbles against his chest, and the sensation of both of our skins, wet and slick, was making my kitty ooze with a new wave of heat. I raised my arms and draped them over Stef's shoulders. This close, there was little else for Stef to do but put his arms out and bring them back around me. The moment his arms closed up against my bare back, it was clear as glass that Stef first got the clue that something was amiss. As in my swim suit was a-missing. "K-Kymi?" Stef's eyes shot open as he blinked furiously to clear the last of the water from them. Staring down, he got his first look at my yummy body; naked, up close, and in his arms. It was clear his mind was trying to dart in two directions -- one of utter embarrassment and panic, the other surprise and, yes, barely-hidden lust. "Kymi, w-what are y-you--?" I cut him off with a gentle press of my fingertips on his lips. "Stefan, shhh. Let me explain, 'kay?" I smoothed my touch across his cheek. "If you wanna leave after I'm finished, well . . . I won't stop you, and I won't ever bring this up again. Buuuut...." I wriggled against him for emphasis. "I really hope you decide to stay." Stef swallowed hard, trying to keep his eyes on my face, but it was cute the way his baby blues kept darting down, stealing glances at my boobs through the water. Eventually he nodded slowly. "O-okay." Taking a deep breath, I launched into a quick breakdown of my feelings for him -- salient points, with no fillers -- with my wrapping it all up with explaining my little plan to get him over here this day. Stef, to his credit stayed put and listened; head cocked to the side, his arms still wrapped around me, albeit a touch loosely. I took some courage from the fact that while I was pressed up against him, I could feel that tell-tale twitching and firming up of a certain part of his anatomy. ". . . so, that's the whole ball of wax," I said, finishing up as I pushed up against him a little more. Despite the cold water around us, my nips were harder than diamonds and threatening to bore holes in his chest. "I guess I just couldn't help myself. And seeing how my folks are absent and, I . . . well--." I shrugged and smiled, hoping that I hadn't ruined the perfect chance to pull Stef completely out of his shell. Stef was silent, and while his face was still awash in a flush of blush, it was about as readable as a written book is to a blind person. "Stef?" I let my hands slide back around to rest on his shoulders. "Talk to me here, tiger, please?" Stef was quiet for a few more seconds, then he said softly, "You . . . you really like me? Like that way, I, I mean--?" He lifted his head and those blue eyes were a mix of utter awe, hope and a little bit of fear. "Honestly?" I gave him a bit of a fragile smile of my own. "Stef, you really wanna know the truth?" He nodded, but before he could speak, I reached up, cupped the back of his head with one hand and tugged him towards me, before covering his lips with my own. The total shock of my kissing him made Stef stiffen up for a second, and his eyes went wider than Mom's good China saucers. Then he practically melted against me; both beefy arms crushing me in close as our first kiss deepened and drew out. It wasn't a total slobber-fest. Just sweet, soft and . . . MERCY, girls. That boy was putting out enough sparks with that simple contact to make me just feel all fluttery inside. Eventually, I broke off the kiss, tipping my head back to look Stef eye to eye. "Truth is, Stefan, I have wanted you for the long, longest damn time!" For emphasis, I wiggled against him and got a nice reaction from his crotch. With a soft giggle, I added, "You think I'd just strip down to my birthday suit for just anyone, tiger?" Stef had a happy and not-so-shy smile that I had always hoped to see. Stef looked down at my bare body once more, then asked, "So . . . um, are you wanting to do, what I think you--?" Now I gave him one of my most lavicious looks ever. "Stefan Gustafson, I'm gonna give you just ten seconds to do what I KNOW you know what I want you to do . . . otherwise, I'm gonna head back inside and just leave you here, and take care of my hot lil' honey-hole myself!" I started to slip out of his embrace, to make like I was going to pull myself out of the pool--. The feel of Stef's hands wrapping around my middle, coupled with the quick jerk that pulled me back against the solid wall of his body as he engulfed me from behind shocked me to the core! What was even more surprising -- and I'll be honest here, girls! -- and hot as hell, was the sound of a rumbling growl that I felt more than heard; coming from his chest, vibrating against my back. "Woah, tiger!" I said, gasping as the water settled down around us. Looking over my shoulder at him, I could see his blue eyes were a much darker shade now; totally filled with mounting lust and not a smidgen of shyness. "Kymi," Stef said, and even his tone was changed from his usual timid vibe. "Do you know how much I've wanted you?" When I shook my head a little, he smiled and said, "Practically forever . . . and I just never thought you'd ever give me a chance." He wrapped one arm around my middle, lifting the other one to cup my face in a firm yet tender touch. I shivered with delight. "Well, Stef," I said, "you've got your chance. Now, what're you gonna do with it?" Stef answered me by initiating a kiss of his own, while rubbing my tummy with his large hand. Ooo! The goose-flesh runeth wild, and I was quick to open my mouth to slip my tongue out to swipe across his lips. Stef, though an obvious novice kisser, proved to be a quick study. He parted his lips and let his own slippery oral digit come out to meet mine. In no time flat, I turned around to play some serious tonsil hockey with my beefy boy-toy. Mmm! Bliss and beyond! I was soon wrapping my arms and legs around Stef, while he cupped my butt cheeks in both hands to press me hard against his body. Pushing away from the side of the pool, he had us both in deep end, where he let the water help to support me as he let his hands roam all over me. Under the cool water, it felt like Stef's hands were flowing like hot rivers over my naked skin. Incensed with growing passion, I broke our kissing off and stared hard into his blue eyes. "Stefan, I think it's time we got you dipped-skinny," I said, reaching down to tug and the drawstring of his jams. I pecked his cheek, then moved to undo the drawstring and slip my hands underneath the waistband. For a second, I saw a hint of his usual timidness flicker across his face, but after a deep sigh of acceptance he helped me remove his jams, which I quickly tossed over my shoulder onto the grass beside the pool. He started to cup his hands over his crotch, but I stopped him. "Tiger, You ain't got nothin' that I don't wanna see." With that, I flashed him a smile and, after a deep breath I ducked down under the water. Down I went -- doing the best I could since my body wanted to float back up to the surface -- I took hold of Stef's hands and pulled them away to reveal his dick. Ooo! I almost swallowed a mouthful of pool water when I saw what my lover-boy was packing! Stef didn't have a monster cock. It was really an average length; maybe six, six and a half inches, but it was thick. Like cucumber-thick, with ripple-veins and good, round head. Definitely not something to sneer at. I reached out to curl my little hand around him and it felt really nice. He also had a good set of balls, too. Heavy, smooth and full, at least to my touch. Seeing his legs go rigid, I had half a mind to give him an underwater suck-job, but I realized I didn't have enough air in my lungs to stay down for long. So, I settled for a quick lick and suck on his shaft, before surfacing to get my breath back. Stef was quick to wrap his arms around me to hold me up. "Kymi, you okay?" Even as turned on as he was, he was more concerned for me than for his own pleasure. I grinned up at him and said, "Oh yeah, I'm more than okay." I reached back down and wrapped my hand back around his dick. "Mmm, Kymi likes what she sees," I cooed. Giving his shaft a few gentle strokes, I could feel it getting stiffer and fatter. "Oooh, man . . . K-Kymi!" Stef groaned, his arms tightening around my body. Wrapping my legs around him, I got enough leverage to climb up to where we were practically eye-level with one another. "Stefan," I purred. "Let's get out of the pool, so you can show me just how much you want me." Stef didn't reply with words. He just surged towards the side of the pool, lifted me out to drop me onto the side before hauling his big body out of the water. There was a renewed look of lust and eagerness in his face as he turned towards me. Giggling, I got up on my hands and feet and sort of crabbed my way back to where the bath-sheet lay on the grass. Getting there, I spread myself back on the soft terry-cloth fabric, watching as Stef crawled after me and smiling when he loomed over me. My Stef! Adonis be damned, because I drank in the sight of his wet, naked hunky bod and felt my kitty getting soaked all over again. One Fat Summer Day Stef, slowly dropped down to where he was on his hands and knees over me, raking his eyes over my nude curves like a starving man. I dropped my knees to the side, leaving my crotch open and exposing my wet pussy to his eyes. Reaching up, I cupped his cheek and purred, "Well, Tiger . . . what'cha gonna do to me? You need a few suggestions?" Stef turned his head to kiss my palm, his fiery blue eyes never leaving mine. Suddenly, he crouched back and swooped his face down towards my pussy; his tongue hitting a perfect two-point landing -- a swipe across my labia and clit. The electric shock made me hiss through my teeth, and arch my back from the sensation of his wet flesh against mine. "Oooo! I guess you're getting the ide-AAHH!" My words cut off when Stef set to his task with a vengeance. Licking and kissing all over my kitty with firm motions, he sent my passions spiraling higher and higher with every passing second. I found out later that Stef, for all his shyness, was a rather staunch purveyor of online porn, which is where he learned the technique of eating pussy. For now though, all I cared about was chasing after my first orgasm, which was being coaxed along quite nicely by Stef's oral efforts. He may have been a novice, for all he was eager and a bit sloppy, but after a few nudges and words of guidance from me he quickly proved to be well on his way to being a world-class cunt-muncher! His thick tongue did wonders when drilled deep inside my quim, and Stef seemed to be relishing my flavor. I was spread out nearly in a full split, humping my hips up into his face while I cupped the back of his head with one hand. Braced with the other behind me, Mewling, crying and almost yelling with bliss as Stef snacked away on my little cookie, I was only minimally worried about attracting the attention of the neighborhood. All that mattered was I was getting my cunt thoroughly eaten out by my lovely neighbor-boy . . . fuck! Stef had left his boyhood image far behind with this performance. He was definitely becoming a grown man, right before my eyes! Soon, I felt my imminent climax approaching. Tensing and sucking in air for the big push to the edge, I was about to give Stef another round of verbal encouragement . . . when he suddenly pulled back and left my sweating, pulsing body to fall back onto the towel! "Hu-wha--?" I flopped back, surprised and feeling a bit frustrated that I didn't get to finish. "Stefan!" I was about to protest strongly, when Stef fell over my body and pressed me back to the ground; taking my hands and pinning them both over my head as he crowded in close between my thighs. We were belly-to-belly, and his hard-nosed cock was bumping eagerly at the gates of my drooling-wet pussy. "Kymi," Stef wasn't talking just then. More like he was growling. His voice and whole demeanor was changed. In hindsight, I guess my nickname for him was fitting, because Stef was now all 'Tiger' -- the sexual beast lurking inside that shy young man had been unleashed. "Stefan?" I breathed through clenched teeth, feeling the shock waves of my impending climax still racing through my loins. Having the blunt head of Stefan's cock nudging my nether lips was only keeping the sensations from vanishing completely. "Kymi, I . . . I gotta fuck you," he growled. I didn't bother with any more niceties. I wrapped both arms up around his neck and bumped his forehead with mine, staring up into his eyes with all the pent-up passion I could muster. "Then do it, Tiger! Fuck me-OOAH!" Clearly, he'd been ready for my approval, because the sudden surge of his dick through my pussy practically robbed me of all the rest of the air in my lungs. The sparks flying with that one thrust of his thick cock were too much, and I crashed head-first into my first climax. Squealing, I clamped down hard on his dick and shivered through wave after wave of pure orgasmic energy. I think I lost touch with reality for a bit, because the next thing I knew, I was now on top of Stef, who was cradling me within the circle of his big, beefy arms. His baby-blues were searching my face, his own features flush with concern. Well, you see a girl climax for the first time, I guess any man would be worried. "Kymi? You o-okay?" he asked. I was panting, trying to get my heart rate down, but I managed a smile and said, "Gawd, Stefan . . . you trying to kill me with pleasure?" I shivered with an aftershock, and realized he was still inside me and still thick and hard as ever. "Ooo! Someone's still trying to kill me, I see!" Stef let out a soft bark of laughter. "Geez, Kymi! What do you expect?" He ran his big hands down my bare back, before cupping both of my butt cheeks to squeeze them. "I thought I'd hurt you, for a second." I wiggled my tush against his hands, feeling his dick stir the insides of my pussy deliciously. "Mmm, it was the 'good' kind of hurt, tiger!" I reached down to press both of my hands against his chest. "Believe me, you and I are not finished with each other." "No?" Stef asked. "Nuh-uh," I said, before smoothing my fingers across his furry chest in a loving caress. "You've got a bit more to do, and learn about pleasing a woman." I smiled and winked at the look of awe in his face. "And I'm gonna just love showing you just what you can do to me." Stef smiled, and there wasn't a trace of shyness left in him as he boldly reached up to cover my boobs with his hands. "Well . . . I guess I'd better be a good student, then." He surprised me by capturing both of my nipples with his thick fingers, pinching them with just enough force to make me squirm harder on his dick. "OOoo-mmm! Yeah, I think we're both gonna learn a lot from each other, Tiger," I said, leaning over to paint his lips with my little tongue, before swooping in for a really hot kiss. We Frenched like that for minutes, before I straightened up and braced myself against his chest. "Now . . . let's put that wonderful cock of yours to work, shall we?" With that, I slowly lifted up, dragging my soaked pussy along his length until I felt the rim of his dick head just against the seal of my labia. With a groan, I plunged myself back down the length of his cock, which set off equal parts of pleasure for the both of us as I continued to post on Stef's prick. I really wish I had thought to set up a camera or something, because in my mind's eye I figured we were making quite the spectacle of ourselves in my folk's backyard. Both of our bodies covered in a sheen of sex-sweat, stretched out over a bath-sheet on the grass as we fucked lovingly under the summer sunshine. I kept the pace slow-but-smouldering -- just giving a little extra grind or wiggle here and there to keep the energy flowing. Stef was willing to let me do my thing, 'cause he was rolling along with me on the path to another glorious climax. He wasn't totally idle though. His big hands were sweeping up and down my compact body, pausing to pinch, grope and caress with trails of lusty fire following every touch. Panting, I grinned down at Stefan. "Enjoyin' the ride?" His broad chest heaving, Stef nodded eagerly before he hissed as my hard clit touched a sensitive spot on his dick. "Y-yeah . . . Geez! This is . . . so amazing!" I had to laugh, though it was a laugh filled with tenderness as I listened to Stef go on about how much he loved what we were doing. Stopping with his cock seated firmly inside me, I dropped down to cover his chest and beamed down into his face. "You're not even at the best part yet, tiger," I panted. It wasn't that far off for me, and as I started up again I could tell by the twitching of his dick he wasn't gonna be that far behind. But, I have to tell the truth. Both of us had been fucking for a good spell, out there in the open, under the hot sun. Our bodies were getting slick with sex-sweat, which might have been fine . . . if we were indoors amid the A/C. Right now, while I wanted another yummy-O, I also wanted to be cool and not so sticky on the outside. I slowed my rocking for a beat, and gave Stef's left nipple a tweak to get his attention. "A-huh?" he grunted, looking up at me. "C'mon, Tiger. I know the best way to finish this!" I popped up -- shivering at the slick-sticky POP-sound his dick made as it left my pussy -- and tugged at his hand as I motioned towards the outdoor shower with my chin. Stef quickly got the idea. Getting up, he followed me over to the partition, while taking a moment to grope my bottom while we walked. When I gave him a mock-scowl and a giggle, he growled playfully and scooped me up into his arms. Woah! He easily carried me into the two-quarter stall, pausing only to give me a passionate kiss before staring into my eyes. "God, Kymi . . . what am I going to do with you?" Rhetorical, yes, but I couldn't help the warm smile I flashed him. "I think you'll know, Tiger." With that, I reached over and twisted the shower knobs, sending a lukewarm spray cascading down onto both of us. "Gah!" Stef nearly dropped me from the shock of the water, but I kept my footing and quickly got the two of us more or less positioned under the running shower head. We quickly got soaked, all while keeping the fires smoldering inside as we licked, kissed and nibbled on every inch of each other's exposed skin that was in reach. Eventually, after giving Stef's dick a good fluffing-up, I turned and presented him with a great view of my back and bottom while leaning over to prop myself against the partition wall. Looking back over my shoulder, I gave my lover a wink and a grin. "Well, Tiger . . . wanna ride me to the finish?" Stef bobbed his head eagerly, before wrapping both hands around my waist and shuffling up behind me. He had to crouch to get his cock lined up with my drooling kitty . . . but, when he got us connected he surged into my body, hitting every nerve ending inside with every bump and ridge on his prick. Ooo, LORD! The fires quickly blazed up with every slow thrust, and soon we were back into the steady, loping rhythm that we set back on the grass. With every thrust, he made my tits swing and bounce, and the slap-slap of our wet skin just drove my libido to new heights. Add to this, the scent of sex wafting in the air, mixed with sun, grass and . . . well! Believe me, I felt like I wanted to fuck my lover forever! Every stroke, every touch . . . it was like all the best, good-feelings I'd ever experienced in my entire life, concentrated and jam-packed into those six or so inches that connected Stef and me. Though, it wasn't meant to last. After all, a body can only take so much stimulation before something has to give. Panting and moaning, I could hear Stef's breath and feel it hot, heavy and gushing across my neck. He was now bent over my back, with both arms wrapped around me as he made his sprint for the finish. With the electric sparks in my kitty, I wasn't going to be that long in crossing the line myself. "Oh! Oh . . . oh gawd! K-Kymi-?" "Mm-hmm! Yeah," I squealed softly, feeling the edge of the oncoming climax just, right there. "Gonna cum, baby!" I gushed, dropping one hand to grip Stef's arm. "Oh! Oooh, yeah!" Stef's muscles seemed to turn into solid iron under my touch. He started to make several sharp jabs into my body, his dick twitching like a live wire. "Kymi . . . um-?" I had enough sense in my sex-charged mind to understand what Stef was gonna ask me. I turned my head, staring into his blue eyes and huffed. "I-It's 'kay . . . do it! I'm safe!" As that registered across his mind, Stef pulled me in tighter against his heaving body and -- just as I felt the lurch of his dick inside me -- he locked my lips up in a steamy, all-or-nothing kiss. A second after that, two things hit me like a tsunami: Stef's cock swelled up and blew several thick, heavy spurts of his sperm deep inside my pussy. and the splatter against my honeycomb walls set off my own orgasm. I would have probably alerted the neighbors with the shriek of satisfaction that threatened to burst out of my throat. My pussy was rippling up and down Stef's shaft; milking him for every ounce of cream he had. His own growl of release further muffled my own cries, as we both rode out our climax under the shower. Eventually, the greatest feelings-EVER began to wane, and what little strength I had left in me wasn't gonna be enough to hold me up. Yeah, serious case of the noodle-legs, ladies! I started to try to slip out of Stef's arms to keep from falling down . . . . "No, don't!" Stef whispered in my ear, his grip on my little body just firm enough to immobilize me, but hardly rough enough to cause harm. His cock was twitching and wriggling inside me, and I felt a last, feeble spurt of his cream dribble out to join the other spurts in there. Geez! I could swear he'd pumped a good half-pint into me! Catching my breath, I said softly, "Stef, sweetie . . . Ya gotta let me go, or we're gonna fall down here." Stef chuckled, before he tugged his hips back -- and let his half-hard dick slip out of me! Ooo, no! I wanted it back in there! But, alas, it was not to be. However, my lover easily turned to pull me upright, lifting me up to cup my bottom with both hands as he leaned his own body back against the shower wall. Left with little else, I curled my legs around his lower body and leaned against his chest. I could feel his chest heave with each breath, and feel his thatch of curly hairs tickle my cheek as I listened to his heart beat slowing as we stood there. Mercy! To be all naked and wet, under the still-running shower, with the sun beating unmercifully down on our sex-sated bodies. I really didn't have any words to say at that moment. I mean . . . WOW, I just had sex with the boy-next-door, with whom I'd been dying to have between my thighs for like, forever! And it had been the most wonderful, and damn-near hottest experience I'd ever had. On National Nude Day, no less! Eventually though I felt Stef nuzzle through my wet hair and place a kiss on the top of my head. "Geez . . . Kymi," he murmured. His whole body seemed to be humming with energy, yet relaxed in the way only a good super-orgasm can give you. "Mmm!" I nuzzled into his chest, my own body feeling very good as I clung to him. "Did you like it?" Hey, I'm not so selfish that I'm gonna think about my own satisfaction here! After all, if I wanted Stef to come back for more, gotta make sure he got his share, right?" Stef rumbled a chuckle, holding me tighter to his body. "Yeah, I loved it," he said, turning his head to press his cheek to my hair. "Mmm . . . are w-we going to . . . well-?" I giggled softly. "You want to go again, Tiger?" Believe me, I was more than willing to go another round with my lover, and from the way he was rubbing my wet body with his hands -- not to mention his half-hard cock nosed up between our tummies -- I'd say he was more than willing. Stef laughed, and lifted his head to speak . . . . "Stefan???" Both Stef and I went still as a pair of rocks. Oh crap . . . that was Stef's Momma, Rose. "Stefan?! I know I saw you come over here." Double-dipped crap! She sounded upset, and from the nearness of her voice I could tell she was already on OUR side of the fence. Nothing can sober you up out of a sex-haze that getting caught out in the open. I tried to think quickly, and looking up at Stef, and saw the panic in his eyes. I gave him a short head-shake, and prayed that Mrs. Gustafson would try looking in the house first before looking this way. Mind, the shower stall has mostly-opaque walls, so she couldn't possibly see the two of us. Yet, our towels and Stef's trunks were still by the side of the pool, several yards away, and there was no way she couldn't miss seeing them! "Kymeria? Is that you over there?" The sound of feet swishing over grass came nearer, followed by a small huff of exasperation. "Stefan Oliver Gustafson! Kymeria Vanderschmitt . . . I know you two can hear me!" Now, I know a lot of you might have wished a hole would open up and swallow them, just to avoid the embarrassment at a moment like this. Getting caught by the mother of your lover, post-coitus, might cause anyone of us to wish just that. Me? Well, I may be in trouble, but I wasn't gonna play dumb about it. I cleared my throat and said softly, "Yes, Miss Gustafson?" I nodded to Stef. He looked skyward for a moment, then said weakly, "Yes, Momma?" "I know I taught you better manners, young man. When I call, you'd better answer me right away." Rose made another exasperated sound, before she said easily, "If you don't mind, Kymeria, Stefan has to go get ready for lunch." There were footsteps on the grass, then one of her arms appeared, holding a long, red-and-white striped towel and Stef's trunks in one hand. "Stefan, go get cleaned up, young man." Stefan set me gently down on the shower stall floor -- blushing as he gave me a quick, soft peck on my lips and whispering "Talk to you soon?" -- before he turned and took both items from her hand. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he said, "Yes'm, Momma." With that, he stepped around the partition and disappeared. I stood there for a moment, before I turned around and shut off the water. Geez, what was gonna happen now, I had to wonder. Well, Stef's Momma didn't keep me waiting. There was a soft, throat-clearing cough behind me, so I turned and prepared for the worst . . . . Only to get the one thing I NEVER would have expected in my life, staring me right in the kisser! Stef's Momma was standing there in full view, holding the bathing sheet I'd left on the grass . . . and she didn't have a single stitch of clothing on her! Let me tell you, It's easy to see where Stef got his genes from, because Rose Gustafson was clearly a well-build, yet very feminine, over-fourty gal! Taller than me by a good six-inches, she had a Nordic cast to her features, but a svelte-physique that my brother would have definitely called MILF-material. "Now, come-come," Rose said, holding out the towel to me. "You've been soaking long enough, dear." I had the good sense to blush, even as I took two steps and got within reach of her. "Um, yeah . . . I guess." I turned around, letting Rose drape the towel over my shoulders. Taking hold of it, I started to mutter an apology as I quickly rubbed myself dry. "Shush, dear . . . now, I'll not have any hurt feelings or recriminations, Kymeria," Rose said. "After all, I cannot fault you for doing what you've done." That got me sucker-punched, believe me! I turned and stared at her. "You, y-you can't . . . ma'am?" Rose smiled, and pinched my cheek affectionately. "No dear, not for this." She nodded at my bare body. "After all, my family practices at being nudists, and have done so for many generations." "Really?" I asked. Wow. Who knew, right?" Rose nodded. "As well, if you're worried about what you did with Stefan . . . well," she drawled the last word, smiling affectionately. "I'd been hoping you'd be the one to pull him out of his shell. Even after all these years, I've seen how he reacted to your affections and friendship." She stepped close and put and arm over my shoulders. "It's always been my one worry that Stefan would never attract a girl, because he was so shy. So, even with what you two did out here today-." "Today!?" I squeaked. I looked down, then back up again at Rose. "Um . . . Ma'am, just how much-?" Rose chuckled, and hugged me briefly to her nude body. "Dear, I saw just enough to know how much you care for Stefan, and let me tell you this; don't worry. I'm certainly not going to tell your parents. What the two of you do with each other . . . is your own affair." I felt a wave of relief wash over me. "Really, Ma'am? Then . . . you're not gonna punish Stefan?" Yeah, girls. I was more worried for what his folks were going to do to HIM, rather than what might happen to me for my shenanigans this day. One Fat Summer Day "Punish him? What for? As doing something natural as sex?" She snorted and smiled. "Dear, trust me, if anything I'm just going to tell that young man he'd better not STOP, unless he wants to really see me angry." She made a gesture with one finger. "A young man just doesn't have sex once with a lady, then stop. It really isn't fair to her . . .or to him, because I can tell Stefan still has a lot to learn about pleasing the woman he likes." She then winked and chuckled. "Or does he now?" I couldn't stop the grin that spread across my cheeks. "No, Ma'am! I mean . . . I think we both have a lot to learn, since we started, that is." Rose's smile deepened and she pinched my cheek again. "Good. Now, come along, Kymeria." she said as she started to guide me across the back yard. "Um, where are we going?" I asked. Rose chuckled. "Why, it's still National Nude Day, dear, and I can't think of a better way to spend it, than over lunch on a nice day like today." She made a hurry-up gesture towards her house. "I've got a fine spread waiting, and I know Stefan will surely be happy to see you again." My grin returned in spades as I started to follow Rose. "That does sound super, Mrs. Gustafson!" Before I took another step, I let go of the bath sheet covering me, and walked naked the rest of the way to my neighbor's house. Believe me . . . the Best, Nude, Day, Ever. The End