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The Nude Pioneer

By: AvoidingRealWork



"...therefore this court finds that Constitutional protection of freedom of speech extends to clothing, or the lack thereof," Justice Baxandall said, reading the majority opinion of the Supreme Court. "The rights guaranteed to all United States citizens in the First Amendment include the right to be nude."

And with a bang of the gavel, the United States of America became a clothing-optional country.

Of course, the 5-4 ruling changed American life not a whit. Decades earlier, top-freedom became a right for all women in New York State, but this didn't lead to swarms of busty young college girls baring their breasts on Coney Island. Life in this country went on as usual. Very few people exercised their rights on public beaches. Oh, rumor had it there were some beaches in California and Florida where a few odd characters would strip off. Naturist groups established several beaches and parks where public nudity was customary, but this was always done with the greatest of sensitivity towards the "prude" population at large.

The United States was just as conservative as it had always been, but an entire generation of Democrat presidents (Hillary, then Obama, then Gyllenhaal) had stocked the judiciary with liberal judges. Ironically, this was seen as part of the legacy of George W. Bush: Americans were frightened for decades of putting another Republican in the White House. As far-out as the courts were, however, the people hadn't really changed. Social pressure kept the U.S. from turning into the European Continent, just as social pressure kept women's bikini tops from coming off in New York back in 90's and 00's. Without pioneering souls willing to expose themselves to potential public outrage and ridicule (and simply to expose themselves), these new rights would exist in theory only.

I certainly was not going to be the one to put them into practice. Or so I once thought.

About five years after that famous Supreme Court ruling in Harper Valley Township vs. Doe, I was a senior in high school. My name is Julie Johnson, or J.J., as my friends call me. Five foot eight, auburn hair, glasses, and a slender but curvy body I kept hidden under loose clothes. It wasn't really the style at the time, but I was more interested in being noticed for my mind than for my body. I had a 4.0 GPA, had applied to Harvard, Yale, Northwestern, and nearby Wisconsin (as my fallback), and wasn't about to let boys or sex sidetrack me on my road to success. My ambition was to go to law school and make millions of dollars as a corporate attorney.

It was an unusually warm March evening (thank global warming for that) and I was celebrating my eighteenth birthday with my best friends Lana and Sarah. Lana was five foot four, just a bit chubby, with brown hair and blue eyes. Sarah was a knockout, about my height but much thinner, with long, straight, black hair and dark brown eyes, contrasted with pale skin. She had a tiny nose and thick, full, pouty lips. I always envied her looks, despite the fact that I wasn't bad to look at, either. Looking back, in those days I equated beauty with thinness, not understanding the appeal of a large bust and round, full ass. I was the last of the three of us to turn eighteen.

It should go without saying I wasn't much of a social butterfly in those days, only having two friends over for my eighteenth. Sarah, very much the popular girl but a loyal friend since kindergarten, offered to round up a bunch of her friends for a "real" celebration, but I actually preferred a more intimate time with a couple of close friends to large group of people.

Running out of stuff to do at home, we decided to take a walk around our sleepy northern Illinois town.

"J.J., I'm bored," Sarah said. "We should do something wild and crazy. Get you out of your shell."

"I don't know what," I replied. "Not really a whole lot you can do in this town."

"Well... there is the titty bar over by Main and Union."

Lana and I both looked at Sarah like she had sprouted a third arm. "Why the hell would I do something like that? I AM straight, you know," I said.

Sarah mumbled something under her breath; I think it was "not that anyone can tell."

"Look, I like boys, but I'm going off to college soon. The last thing I need is to get tied down with a boyfriend right before leaving home."

"I wish I had a boyfriend," Lana said quietly.

"Anyway," I said, "why on earth would I want to go to the nudie bar..."

"Titty bar," Sarah corrected.

"...titty bar," I continued. "I have absolutely no interest in seeing a bunch of skanks shake their boobs at sad, lonely, dirty old men."

"Because you can! You're eighteen; you should take advantage of it! What else can you do at eighteen these days that you couldn't do at seventeen? Buy cigarettes? No, they're illegal. Drink? No, we'd have to drive an hour to Wisconsin, and none of us can afford the gas."

"I REALLY don't want to go to a girlie bar," Lana said. "My dad would kill me if he knew I went to a place like that."

"Your dad probably DOES go to a place like that," Sarah replied.

"Sarah, that was really mean," I said.

"Sorry," Sarah said. She could be a real bitch, but I always seemed to have a way of engendering her kinder side.

"It's all so stupid anyway," I said. "You can be nude in public all you want. Why do they need a special bar for it?"

"What?" Lana said.

"Yeah, what do you mean," asked Sarah.

I wasn't sure I should have opened my mouth about it. I had a bad feeling this was going to backfire on me, especially the way Sarah was acting that night. I thought it was common knowledge that freedom to be nude was the law of the land, but then I had to remember that not everyone was an aspiring lawyer.

"Haven't either of you heard of the Harper Valley decision?" I asked.

"Where's Harper Valley?" asked Lana.

"I don't know, some place down in Arkansas, I think. Anyway, the point is that the Supreme Court ruled that nudity counted as free speech."

"Dad always complains about the 'liberal activist judges,'" Lana said.

"Wait a minute," said Sarah. "You mean to tell me it's perfectly legal to be nude anywhere? Like right here in this park? Because of freedom of speech?"

"Technically, yes. Well, they can make you dress for hygiene reasons. You know, 'No shirt, no shoes,' that kind of thing. But yes, we could get naked, right here in this very park, and there's nothing the law can do to stop us. So it strikes me as kind of stupid to have a bar where girls dance around wearing a g-string when you can be totally naked outdoors anyway." Why did I have to open my big mouth?

"I see..." said Sarah, making that face she makes when she gets one of her ideas. "I might be able to forget about the titty bar. If..."

"I don't think I want to see you naked, Sarah," Lana said.

"Not me. I'M not the one who's an expert on legal nudity."

Lana and Sarah both looked at me.

"Oh, no," I said. "No way. Absolutely not."

"Why not," Sarah said. "You got naked in front of us when we played strip poker that one night.

"We were TWELVE!" I shouted. "And besides, I hid most of my body under the table."

"Alright then," Sarah said, "we'll go to the titty bar."

"I'm not going to that sleazy place," I said.

"I don't want to go either. I don't really need to see J.J. naked, but she did bring it up," Lana said with a smile. She could be sneaky and devious, especially when influenced by Sarah.

"Here's the deal," said Sarah. "You take off your godawful flannel (and just between you and me, you're better off without it, know what I'm saying?) AND your bra, walk to the other side of the park and back, and I'll stop pestering you both about the titty bar."

I looked at Sarah, giving me that playful and reassuring look, the one that said "trust me, you're my friend and I want you to have fun!" And I looked at Lana, nervous but slightly pleading: she'd much rather I give the world a show than go to the girlie bar, and I can't say I blamed her. And I looked around me. It was night. The moon was filtering through the trees, but the park was deserted, and it was highly unlikely that anyone would see me. Besides that, I had to admit, the idea of being even just topless, out in the open, with the air moving around me, was strangely exciting. I started to unbutton my flannel shirt.

Sarah's jaw dropped. "So you accept?"

"I accept," I said as I finished undoing the last button of my shirt. I stood facing away from my friends, with my shirt hanging open, revealing part of the underwire bra underneath. Could I actually go through with this? Only one way I knew of to find out: I shrugged my shoulders back and let shirt slide off. I grabbed it and held it against me, still facing away from Lana and Sarah. My heart pounded in my chest as I thought about what I was doing.

"Well?" Lana said. She seemed to be enjoying this, oddly enough.

I turned around and handed my shirt to Sarah. "Since this was your idea, you get to hold my clothes," I told her. It was time to stop thinking and time to start acting: the only way I was going to get through with this. Still facing my friends, I reached behind my back and unhooked my C-cup bra, handing that immediately to Sarah, who took it with a smile.

My breasts now hung free. Exposed. Out in the open air. My nipples immediately hardened, jutting out a full half-inch. This detail didn't escape Sarah, who was quick to point out my "high-beams," but Lana just shyly averted her eyes. I suddenly became hyper-aware of the sights, smells, and sounds around me. I could hear cars driving by on the street a short distance away, and wondered if they noticed me.

"Well?" Prompted Sarah. "Get going. You need to walk - WALK - to the other side of the park, step foot on 5th street, then walk back to us."

My head was spinning as I started to take my walk, completely bare from the waist up but dressed in cargo pants and hiking shoes, to the other side of the park, a full two blocks away. The moonlight shone through the bare trees onto my milky white breasts, dappling them with shadows as I took step after sensual step. I couldn't stop looking down at them. I almost walked straight into a tree. The cool air and the excitement were keeping my nipples at full attention, and I was starting to get goose bumps from the slightly chilly air. As I continued my walk, I became more comfortable with myself and confident in my half-nudity. The gentle bounce of my breasts felt much more natural than having them restrained in a bra.

I reached the edge of the park and walked through a hedge onto the sidewalk of 5th street. I don't know why, but I suddenly found it disappointing that there were no cars going by, no people out on foot, to see me. I should have felt relieved, but I felt almost as though I wanted to be seen there, exposed and on display, with my shirt and bra well out of reach, two blocks away.

Still, I thought better of waiting around to be spotted, and ducked back inside the hedge. I looked across the park and could see the dark figures of Sarah and Lana waiting for me. Clearly they would have been able to see me keep up my end of the bargain. I started walking back, but had a strange and impulsive idea.

I found the nearest large tree and ducked behind it.

My heart, which had been calm, began pounding in my chest as I thought about what I was going to do. The cool night air blowing over my chest, the moonlight dappling my pale skin. I wanted more of it. It was intoxicating, even after one brief taste. Not really believing what I was doing, I reached for my belt and unbuckled it. I unbuttoned and unzipped my cargo pants, and then in one swift motion, pushed both them and my panties down. They pooled around my ankles, leaving the rest of my body stark naked. I was standing naked, outside, behind a tree. No one could see me from where I was, with the hedge in front of me and the tree behind me, but I was totally exposed.

I pulled my pants and underwear off over my shoes and lay them on the cool, damp grass. Stepping forward from the tree, I felt the night air caress my body. I looked down at myself. My full bush of reddish-brown pubic hair contrasted starkly with my pale skin; anyone looking at my from a distance would know immediately I was nude. Nude. Naked. Completely exposed. Except for my socks and shoes, which was an odd sensation in and of itself.

Leaning back against the tree, I felt the need to feel myself. I don't know why. Maybe to make sure it all was real. That I myself was real. That I really was in this place, so brazenly disregarding the conventions of society. I rubbed my hand against my rock-hard nipples and a delightful shiver went through me. With both hands I cupped them and played with them and felt their weight. I tried to imagine it was a man standing behind me doing this, while his erection pressed into my ass. I had no idea at the time what it felt like to have a man's thing pressing into me, but I always prided myself on my imagination. 

Continuing my exploration, I ran my hands down the front of my body until my right hand found my bush. I ran my fingers through it and then down to my slit, which I was surprised to find was wonderfully slippery and slick. I usually had to play with myself for several minutes to get that wet. I let my middle finger slide up and down inside my lips, and then back up to rest on my clit. By now I was starting to sweat, despite the chill in the air, and my heart was pounding in my ears. I started rubbing my clit in earnest while pressing my ass into the rough bark of the tree behind me, all while tweaking one of my nipples with my other hand. I knew just a few more rubs would send me over the edge, but I also knew how strongly I would smell if I let that happen, and I certainly didn't want Sarah and Lana detecting THAT!

Reluctantly, I withdrew my hand and, crouching down, rubbed it clean on the grass. Now, what to do about my attire. I was feeling so amazingly hot and turned on, I was tempted to stay as naked as I was. As I thought about it, I figured if I made it across the park topless, I could make it back fully nude. I even thought of leaving my clothes behind the tree, strolling back to Sarah and Lana to show them how brave I was, then walking with them back to the tree to get dressed. I wasn't quite that brave; instead I simply balled up my pants and undies and cradled them in one arm.

Now to step out from the tree and show my friends how far I had taken things. They were probably wondering what I was up to behind the tree (if only they knew!). I emerged from the tree and started my walk back. There they were, the two of them, watching me. As I approached them, I could see their realization of my naked state. Lana gasped and pointed. Sarah's jaw dropped.

I felt like a goddess. Like I just stepped out of a renaissance painting, now comfortably strolling with no haste, not naked but merely unclad. I was incredibly turned on, but at the same time felt perfectly natural, as if this were normal for me. How did I become this way? A few minutes ago I was afraid to take my shirt off in front of my two best friends, and now here I was in my altogether, reveling in the elements and pleasuring myself out in the open. What just happened to me?

As I got within fifty meters of my friends, I could see them whispering to one another. Suddenly, both of them took off running, Sarah carrying my shirt and bra with her. Not thinking, I dropped the rest of my clothes on the ground and took off after them. I got as far as the park entrance before realizing I was about run out into the street stark naked! A car drove past; I had no idea whether they saw my fully illuminated form. I ran back to where I dropped my pants and undies and quickly, clumsily pulled them back on, falling on my bare ass in the damp grass in the process.

Now fully dressed from the waist down, I ran back after my friends. This time I had no choice but to step out in the open. Holding my bare breasts in my hands, I gingerly stepped out of the park. Another car went by. No indication as to whether they noticed me. I looked around for where Sarah and Lana had run off to, knowing that they were teasing me and were probably just out of reach. I spotted them a block away, Sarah holding my shirt in one hand and dangling my bra by one strap in the other.

"Hey J.J., I thought you said this was perfectly legal!" Sarah shouted at me. "If it is, then what's the big deal?"

The big deal was that even though it was technically legal to run around naked, there was nothing preventing a police officer from arresting me for it. Sure, I'd win in court, but not before everyone in town, including my parents and all of my teachers, knew about my adventure.

I took off after them, still holding my breasts in my hands, my hair trailing after me as I ran. I passed several cars during the chase, some of which definitely noticed me. Some honked, some flashed their brights at me. No one slowed down or said anything. The most unnerving thing was, this being nighttime, I couldn't see anyone in the cars. For all I know my calculus teacher might have been driving one of them!

It didn't take long to realize Sarah and Lana were headed towards my house. Oh no, my parents! They usually go to bed at 10 pm, and it was around 11:30 at this point. They ceremonially lifted my curfew for my birthday, as I was now an "adult," so hopefully they weren't waiting up for me. And hopefully my little brother and sister were tucked away in bed as well. I turned the corner of my street to find my friends waiting for me at my doorstep, Sarah still dangling my bra seductively.

"Come and get it!" Sarah shouted.

Just as I got to our front steps, Sarah and Lana both ducked inside the house and slammed the door in my face. I stood there, tapping on the door, my nipples standing out proudly in the rapidly cooling air. What a sight I must have been, my back to our street, obviously nude from the waist up, my auburn hair cascading down over the pale skin of my bare back.

"Let me IN!" I rasped in the loudest whisper I could manage. I certainly didn't want to wake my parents up.

Finally, giggling, Lana opened the door and I rushed in. Just then I heard the creak of footsteps upstairs and ducked into the downstairs bathroom.

"Hey, could you three be quiet, please. It's really late," I heard my mom say. "Where's Julie?"

"She's in the bathroom, Mrs. Johnson," Lana replied.

I heard my mom walk over to the bathroom and knock on the door. The sound made me jump a bit. "Julie, honey, just so you know, while you don't have a curfew anymore, I expect you and your friends to be quiet coming home if you've been out late," Mom said from the other side of the door. "Now you're an adult, so you need to start acting more responsibly and be more considerate of others. Just because we don't give you rules to follow doesn't mean you don't still have responsibilities. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mom," was all I could come up with in response.

"Great. I'm not mad at you, and I know it's your birthday and you want to have fun. Next time, just make sure you're a little more courteous."

I was relieved when she went back upstairs without waiting for me to finish up. I took a look in the mirror to see this wild woman staring back at me, with hair cascading down over her bare breasts. Not a girl, a woman. Once again, I felt like I had stepped out of a painting. My body was a work of art: something to be proud of, not hide inside of baggy clothes. I slipped off my socks and shoes and slid my pants and underwear down my legs, leaving me nude once more. I had to chuckle: it was my birthday and I was in my birthday suit.

Believe it or not, I had never really taken a good look at my naked body in the mirror. I stood on my tip-toes so I could get a glimpse of my crotch. I ran my hands seductively over my body and flashed my green eyes into the mirror. "Playboy ain't got nothin' on this shit," I said. I thought about getting myself off when Lana knocked on the door.


The Nude Pioneer Ch. 02



It was May. The trees were fully leafed out, flowers were in bloom, and the air had that fresh, clean, fragrant smell to it. The weather was getting nice and warm, and days were getting longer. I love spring.

My name is Julie Johnson, or "J.J." as my friends call me. At this time I was eighteen years old, and an over-achieving high school senior. Up until a couple of months before I was very reserved and shy, especially about my body. Oh, I know now that I have a fantastic body: large, C-cup breasts, an hourglass figure, curvy hips, and a round, full ass. At 173 cm and 70 Kg (five-foot-eight and 155 pounds), I'm not exactly skinny, but my tummy is flat and my legs are shapely and smooth. As a high-schooler, however, I thought I'd have to lose ten kilos to be sexy, like my waiflike friend Sarah.

Recent events had begun to change my attitude about myself and about showing off my body. On my eighteenth birthday Sarah and my other friend Lana goaded me into a topless stroll through a park at night. I discovered the joy of outdoor nudity, and actually ended up totally nude for a brief, thrilling moment.

People do realize by now that this is perfectly legal, don't they? The Supreme Court ruled that nudity was protected free speech under the Constitution. I remember hearing the news back in seventh grade. There was a big uproar about it from some corners, but then everyone promptly forgot about it, and nothing really changed. Public nudity may have been technically legal, but social attitudes towards nudity had become more repressive, not less.

Anyway, that night started a slow, steady transformation. I hadn't repeated my outdoor performance. But a couple of times in the following weeks, when I was just hanging out at home with Lana and Sarah, I would strip off and lounge around completely nude, while both of my friends stayed clothed. This was always late at night, at my house, when the rest of my family were safely tucked away in bed. My friends weren't offended at all, and took it as an interesting little quirk I had developed. I had no sexual feelings for them, or for women in general, but I simply felt natural in my own skin, comfortable being that way in front of my two best, long-time friends. 

I had also started wearing more revealing clothes, such as low-cut shirts and tight sweaters and jeans. I noticed that my prominent bust and voluptuous butt started turning the heads of high school boys - something I had never experienced before. 

One morning I ran into Jason, a popular senior star athlete. Jason was about to pass me in the hallway without noticing me, as he usually did on the way to wherever his first class of the day was. This time instead of continuing on his way, he stopped and turned around.

"Hi there," he said. "You're... um... you're Julie Johnson, right?"

"That's my name, yes, Jason," I said, tilting my head down and batting my green eyes at him from over my glasses. I could see his gaze move up from the small amount of cleavage I had showing to meet my eyes.

He was like a deer in headlights.

"I... um... I..." he said, trying to find a topic of conversation. "I heard the principal on the P.A. yesterday talking about you. National Merit finalist. Congratulations." 

"And congrats on your football scholarship to NIU," I said. I had no idea how good a football team Northern Illinois had, but they held a school-wide assembly to congratulate Jason. For my academic accomplishment I got quick blurb on the P.A.

"Listen, I, um..." just then someone walked in through a nearby entrance. The cool morning air blasted me for a moment, causing my nipples to stiffen. They became clearly visible through my bra and tight blouse. I was well aware of what this outfit displayed when I got cold, and while part of me was scared of this happening, another part of me became very excited at the thought. I fought a war within myself that morning when I chose to dress this way.

"...I was wondering if... you know, you and I..." Jason continued, and then his gaze drifted back down to my chest, just for a moment. While he stuttered and stopped, I took a furtive glance at his crotch. He was getting hard! I could see a definite lump forming in his jeans. It grew quickly, starting to poke down one leg. I thought for a split second I could make out the rim where the head met the shaft.

Yes! I had done it! I got a boy visibly turned on with my own body!

My moment of glory was short-lived, as Jason quickly moved his books to hide his erection.

"You were going to ask me something?" I said.

Jason gained his composure quickly. "I just wanted to know if you wanted to, you know, go for a drive with me sometime. I don't know, out to the ridge or something?"

The nerve!

"I don't know if Barbara would be all that crazy about that," I said. Barbara Van Caster was no dunce. Sure, she had blonde hair, blue eyes, enormous knockers, and from what my friend Sarah told me, a reputation as the school's greatest cocksucker. But she was also co-valedictorian with Yours Truly. I had to admire Jason's apparent taste for brainy women - it went against the jock stereotype. But still... I continued, "And that's not the sort of thing I like to do on a first date. But thank you for asking." I used the sweetest voice I could come up with, and smiled a coy grin at him.

"Uh... ok... well, gotta get to class. Seeya." And Jason scurried off to class with a curious gate that didn't escape my attention. 

As soon as he was out of sight, I leaned against the cool, cinderblock wall of the hallway, short of breath and my heart pounding in my chest. This was the first time I tried consciously to turn a guy on. And it worked! 

OK, here's the thing: I had never actually dated before. Except for a few school dances, but that hardly counted. I had never had a boyfriend. I didn't know how. Throughout high school I kept mostly to myself, hanging out with my friend Lana, and sometimes Sarah when she wasn't busy with the popular crowd. I didn't think I was all that attractive, and I kept my body hidden under layers of loose clothes. But now... I just got one of the most popular boys in the school to proposition me!

Not that I ever would have accepted. I may not have dated, but I wasn't born yesterday, either. Jason wasn't interested in a relationship. I mean, I wasn't either, with college just a few months away. But, thrilling as it was to get that reaction from him, I felt more than a bit miffed that he never once took any notice of me in my flannel and cargo pants days. No, I wouldn't let him fuck me, but I didn't mind teasing him.

What a filthy thought! I never would have thought anything of the sort before my Birthday Suit Night.

I knew my pussy was just dripping at that point and wondered if I had time to sneak off to the bathroom. Just then the warning bell for first period went off, and I knew I didn't have time.

It was a long and frustrating day. I kept picturing that bulge in Jason's pants in my mind. What did it look like out in the open? Would it spring up out of his pants if he took it out? Would it point straight out? Upwards? How long was it? I had never seen a real live... penis on a man before. Only on my baby brother. Oh, I had seen pictures in sex-ed books. I knew more or less what to expect, but it wasn't the same as seeing the real thing, up close and personal. I wondered what it felt...

Ok, ok, ok, no more of this! I had a lesson on the Taylor Series to pay attention to. Mrs. Farley insisted we needed to know this if we wanted a perfect 5 on our AP Calc exam. No more imagining dicks!

Anyway, I did manage to get through the day. When I got home Mom handed me two letters: one from Harvard, one from Yale. I had already been accepted to Wisconsin and Northwestern, but I was hoping for something better. "I'll leave you alone open them, if you'd like," she said.

I ran to my room with them. My hands trembled as I opened the letter from Harvard. I pictured myself strolling through Harvard Yard, surrounded by old red brick buildings and the nation's intellectual elite. Or walking along the Charles with my dashingly handsome boyfriend, whoever he may be, as the dazzling Boston skyline lit up the night. I unfolded the letter...

"Dear Ms. Johnson, we regret to inform you..."

My academic record was perfect. My essay was immaculate. My test scores were perfect. They were very impressed. But I didn't "demonstrate the leadership characteristics this institution values in all of its students." What the fuck? So I wasn't a popular girl. I didn't win student elections and run homecoming committees and all that fucking meaningless high school bullshit. It didn't occur to me at the time that a few extra-curricular activities and some volunteer community service would have been all I needed to put me over the top.

I opened the letter from Yale and it was nearly a carbon copy of the Harvard letter.

I cried in my room for a long time. Mom and Dad both did their best to comfort me, but there was very little they could do.

For the rest of the week I went back to my baggy clothes. I didn't feel like being sexy and teasing the boys anymore. 

Friday after school I got a call from Sarah. She and Lana had both been accepted to Wisconsin and Illinois, and they were taking an impromptu trip up to Madison to visit the UW campus. I was still in a blue funk about the Ivy League schools, but I knew that I had to choose between Madison and Evanston, and soon. And I knew I should at least visit Madison to get a feel for the place before making my decision.

Northwestern University was in Evanston, just north of Chicago, on the Lake Michigan shore. It was a beautiful a beautiful setting, with a popular beach not far from campus. I had visited there several times. Their law school was very highly regarded, not that I would necessarily go on to study law at the same place I did my undergrad. I was pretty sure I wanted to become a lawyer, though. There was an old TV show from back in the '00s, "Boston Legal." I used to watch reruns of that constantly.

Anyway, Madison was still an option. Very impressive law school there, but I didn't know much else about the place. My little brother told me they won the national championships in football, basketball, and hockey, all in one year, but of course that meant zilch to me. What did mean something was the fact that Sarah and Lana were considering it. I had taken it as given that the three of us, best friends since kindergarten, would go our separate ways after graduation. But my failure to get into the Ivy Leagues meant a change of plans.

My friends had arranged for two nights in a youth hostel. I could stay with them and we'd split the room cost three ways.

"Do you think there's still room on the rail up to Madison?" I asked.

"Last I checked the Amtrak website, the 6:15 from Rockford still had ten open seats," Sarah said. "I'm sure if you just show up and buy a ticket, you'll be fine. Are you in?"

"I'm in!" I said.

A little after 6 PM we were boarding the train. Because I bought my ticket separately from Lana and Sarah, my seat was several rows ahead.

"We could ask whoever's sitting next to you to switch seats with me," I said to Lana.

"You know what?" said Lana, "Why don't I just switch with you, and you can sit and chat with Sarah on the way up." She grabbed her bag and tromped angrily off to my assigned seat.

Incidentally, I noticed for the first time that she had been losing weight. She wasn't quite as chubby as she had been as recently as my birthday party.

"What was that about?" I asked as I sat down next to Sarah.

"It's nothing," she said, staring at the seat in front of her. "Just... just don't worry about it."

Sarah was very quiet during the trip up. I spent most of my time watching the countryside zoom by the window. These high-speed trains did better than 200 kph out in the open. It was definitely the best way to travel, and with gas up over $3 per liter, a lot cheaper too. People tended not to drive further than their battery range if they could help it.

I noticed Sarah had been tanning. She's one of those people who easily goes from very pale to very dark. Her skin was a beautiful bronze tone which, with her dark brown eyes and long, straight, black hair, gave her a wonderfully exotic look. Besides envying how thin she was, I envied how easily she took on a tropical glow. It takes me several days out in the sun to go from pale white to a light tan.

In less than an hour we were pulling into the Madison terminal, directly beneath the UW Memorial Union, one of three student unions on campus. As we walked up the steps onto Langdon Street I got my first glimpse of the school. The Union was a beautiful building dating back to the early 20th Century, but it was the place next door that caught my eye: a red castle with bastions and everything.

"Look at that building, the red castle, isn't it cool?" I said.

"It's beautiful," Sarah said.

"Whatever," Lana said blandly.

Behind the Union and the red castle was a lake, several miles across. "So THAT's Lake Mendota," I said.

"Yep," Sarah said. "The Union has this place, the terrace, that's like an outdoor restaurant and bar right on the lake. You can have a beer and just sit and watch the boaters out on the water."

"That's... that's kinda nice," I said. In fact it was a gorgeous setting. Aside from the lakeside terrace, there were pedestrian malls with flowering trees all pink and white. The air was fresh and fragrant. Students, relieved at the semester being over, were just hanging out, playing frisbee, or snuggling with their significant others. A fountain was running in the middle of one of the malls, with kids sitting around the edge, their legs dangling in the water. Still feeling bummed that I might have to "settle" for this school, I failed to appreciate the beauty around me.

A warm front had come through that day, and it was over 30 degrees (or "in the upper 80s" as my parents might say). Being the space case I was, I hadn't checked the weather forecast and was still dressed in a sweatshirt and long pants. I stripped off my sweatshirt and tied it around my waist. Underneath I was wearing a rather thin, plain gray t-shirt and a bra. The t-shirt hugged my form nicely, emphasizing my breasts and slimming my waist. The sweatshirt around my hips also emphasized my hourglass figure. I did have a small duffel bag with me (we each did), but it was full of clothes and toiletries.

We decided to see some of the campus while there was still some daylight left. Afterwards we made our way back to State Street, towards the capitol, and hit a few bars. Several years back Wisconsin lowered the drinking age from 21 to 18, so we wanted to be sure to take advantage of it while we were there. We didn't drink all that much. For Lana and me it was our first time drinking and we didn't want to overdo it. None of us had that much money to spend, in any case.

Still, I could definitely feel the effects after that last "Long Island Iced Tea," a wicked concoction of who-knows-what served up in a mason jar. I stumbled just a bit as we headed to the hostel. Lana had the map and was guiding us through the confusing maze of streets to our destination, on the other side of the "isthmus" that was downtown Madison. She was still being quiet and sullen; drink had not opened her up at all.

We checked in and found our room: less than three meters on a side with two single beds and a one dresser. It wasn't much, but it was cheap. Someone would have to sleep on the floor, though. It also was extremely warm, with no air conditioning (kinda rare in this day and age). I quickly changed into shorts as soon as the door was closed.

"Let's go out and DO something!" Sarah said. "It's too early to go to sleep."

"I agree," I said, "but what? I don't want to spend any more money on booze."

"I want to take a walk back over to the Union terrace. It looked really nice there. I'd like to see the lake at night," said Sarah.

"You guys have fun," Lana said. "I'm staying here."

"Lana?" I asked. "Don't you want to..."

"I'm staying HERE. YOU TWO have FUN." Lana sat on one of the beds, holding her legs against her chest.

"J.J., will you excuse us?" Sarah said. "I have some things I need to say to Lana." 

With that, Sarah nudged me into the hallway and closed the door. I couldn't really hear the conversation inside, but a few minutes later both Lana and Sarah came out.

"I guess I'll join you," Lana said.

"Don't do us any favors," I said under my breath.

We locked up our bags in our room and walked over to the Union, back on the other side of the isthmus. It was about a fifteen minute walk. None of us really said a whole lot. I asked Sarah what Lana's deal was, but all she'd say was "Don't worry, she'll get over it." This was not the fun night out that I had hoped for. 

We went around to the back of Memorial Union to find a live band just wrapping up their performance. There were several dozen people out on the terrace - not bad considering the semester was over and a lot of students had probably left town by this point. It was still maybe 27 or 28 degrees out and a pleasant breeze was blowing off of Lake Mendota.

"It isn't bad here," I said. "I could get used to this."

Lana mumbled something under her breath, but I had no idea what.

I really was starting to appreciate the beauty of downtown Madison, and my week-long depression was starting to abate. I could also still feel the alcohol in my system, though it was really just a mild buzz at this point. I felt... I don't know, playful. Just then I heard laughing and splashing coming from somewhere out in the lake. I noticed that there was a swimming pier that extended some 10 or 20 meters from the boardwalk.

"Let's check it out," I said.

The three of us walked down the pier to find three college guys treading water. 

"Well hello, ladies," one of the guys said. 

I noticed what appeared to be three piles of clothes stashed around one of the benches, though it was hard to tell at night. I looked at the guys, their heads and shoulders visible above the water, but the rest of them hidden. It got me wondering. "Say, you're not... um... well, you're not..."

"Not what?" asked another of the guys.

"You're not skinny dipping, are you?"

"Skinny dipping??" Sarah said to me with disbelief.

"Skinny dipping?" the third guy asked. In the dim light I saw the three of them look at one another. "Yeah," he said. "You caught us. You're not going to turn us in, are you?"

"No, of course not," I said. "Nothing wrong with skinny dipping."

"Then you wouldn't mind joining us, would you?" the first guy asked.

The question hit me like a ton of bricks. My stomach jumped into my throat and then fell back down into my guts. I had just been invited to get naked in front of three college guys! Now, as you know I had been nude outdoors before, for one brief moment, and I had been nude several times in front of Lana and Sarah. I had even single-handedly re-introduced the practice of group showers with the girls in gym class. But since I was a toddler, no male had ever seen me naked! The idea got my heart racing. I could feel myself start to moisten.

They were naked, too. They were naked, too. I just had to tell myself that. And they had to come out of the water sooner or later, I thought with a smile. If I let them see me, I was sure of getting a chance of seeing them!

Well, here was the big test. I had to get naked in front of three guys, total strangers. I turned my back on the guys, towards the bench, where Sarah and Lana were sitting (they clearly had no interest in joining me). Slowly, I pulled my shirt over my head. I tossed it at Lana's feet, under the bench. After slipping off my shoes and socks, next came my shorts. Those I also tossed under the bench. I heard one of the guys whistle and turned to face them. I was standing in my underwear, my white bra and panties catching all of the ambient light of the evening. The warm air caressed my body as I let these men in the water drink in my figure. I was certain they could see my hard nipples under my bra, and my panties probably were showing just a bit of "camel-toe." In some ways this was more exposed than being naked. The nude body is natural, simple, unadorned. They were seeing me in my private garments.




The Nude Pioneer Ch. 02



Excited as I was, I knew it wouldn't be long before my panties got wet. I couldn't let them, or my friends see that. I had no choice, really, but to take everything off. The guys in the water were watching me, eager looks on their faces. I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. I shrugged it off, tossing it on my growing pile of clothes. My breasts were now free, with my hard nipples protruding forward. I was starting to really love my tits (yes, tits!): the way that, despite their size, they seemed to defy gravity. The guys in the water just stared at me openly.

My friends must have thought I was insane at this point. Looking behind me, Sarah was just staring at me, her eyes bugging out of her head. I'm sure she thought I was taking this nudity thing WAY too far. Lana on the other hand appeared to be looking at the guys.

I hooked my thumbs inside the waistband of my panties. Standing a good four feet directly above the water, I knew I was about to give these boys a very intimate view of my most private area. I slid the front of my panties down, just a bit, exposing my dark red, untrimmed bush. I looked down at myself, noting how my dark hair contrasted with my milky-white skin: skin that had never seen the sun. I knew that by prolonging my undressing, instead of just stripping off quickly and jumping in the water, I was actually putting on more of a show - more of a tease. But then I was starting to discover the thrill of teasing guys with my body. I pictured their naked bodies floating just under the surface of the lake, their stiff rods sticking out from them as they greedily took in my form.

Slowly, I slid my panties down my legs. I could feel the excitement building between my legs and wondered exactly how much of my sex they could see from their vantage point, even with the light so dim. Tossing my panties over with the rest of my clothes, I walked over to the ladder, the warm, humid air enveloping my now naked body. Once again, there came that sensation of being hyper-aware, hyper-sensitive of my surroundings. I could hear the individual conversations of the few people left sitting on the terrace. They either couldn't see me in the dark, or simply didn't notice that there was a stark naked 18-year-old woman standing on the swimming pier.

I turned my back on the guys and started to descend the ladder. I wasn't sure, but I think they could see the rear of my pussy, at least for a moment. I dipped one foot in the lake.

Holy shit, was it cold!

I wasn't sure I could take the plunge, so for a moment I just stood there on the ladder. I looked over my shoulder and could see I had their rapt attention. It was thrilling to be so exposed, my entire backside so close to them and so visible. But I knew I couldn't just stay there. I would have to get in. I climbed down the ladder and pushed off into the water.

For a brief moment I was in shock, as my skin went a bit numb and a shiver came over me. After that I felt myself adjust. The water wasn't terribly cold, except maybe in contrast to the warm air. I started to savor the feeling of the water flowing around every part of my body. I love water, and I love swimming. But I had never swum nude before. It was incredible! I dove in completely and swam underwater (discovering some frigid undercurrents in the process), emerging a few meters further out. The sensation was like flying. I had never felt so free, so natural. I swam out into the lake a little more. Facing away from the shore, I could see the state capitol to my right, lit up bright and clear. I still had my glasses on, so everything was crisp and in focus. 

It was so amazing, being in the middle of a city, with buildings lit up and people walking around, going about their evenings not all that far away, and yet here I was, "communing with nature," like I was in some pristine wilderness, a wild creature. The feeling of skinny dipping was so great I nearly forgot about the guys.

I swam back to introduce myself. They were named Steve, Dan, and Kai; all had just finished up their sophomore year and shared an apartment off-campus. Steve and Dan were mechanical engineering students, while Kai was a music major in vocal performance. I couldn't tell facial features that well in the light, and I had no idea what their hair looked like with it all wet and slicked back. Kai looked particularly interesting, though. He had kind eyes.

"I'm thinking of doubling in history and poli-sci," I said. "I want to go to law school eventually."

The guys were careful enough not to tread so close to me as to accidentally brush me underneath. It was still thrilling, though, knowing that I was floating naked, and there were three naked guys floating just inches away. I found myself feeling warmer and warmer at the thought, in spite of the cold water.

"Well, I think I'm going to call it a night," Dan said. "I'm starting to prune up." Awesome, I was finally going to get to see a bit of skin myself. Dan then climbed up the ladder to reveal he was wearing shorts.

That FUCKER!

"Hey, what's with the shorts?" Sarah said. "I thought I was going to get a show! No fair! All I got to see was J.J., and I've already seen her tons of times!"

I floated there, stunned, as Steve and Kai also emerged from the water with their shorts on. The piles of clothes I saw earlier turned out to be shirts, shoes, and towels.

"You pieces of shit!" I said. "You got me out of my clothes, and I don't get to see anything?" Actually with Dan and Steve I was kind of glad. Both were quite overweight, and Dan, twenty years old, I'm guessing, already had hair sprouting on his back. Kai was thin, though. Not bony skinny, not muscular, but he had attractive broad shoulders and a nice back.

"Hey Julie," said Steve, "I'll get naked if your hot friend does," obviously referring to Sarah. Lana was clearly chopped liver to them.

"Just go," I said. "Get the fuck out of here, will ya?" I heard the three assholes walking up the pier back to the shore. 

I swam over to the ladder, but stayed in the water, just hanging on there. Totally embarrassed, I didn't want to get out of the water and face my friends nude. What I was really ashamed and embarrassed about was the fact that I was still turned on. I honestly didn't mind that they saw me naked, even though I didn't get to see anything of them.

I decided they could go get fucked. I was still enjoying the feel of the water, so I swam back out into the lake, enjoying having the water all to myself and taking in a nice view of the Madison skyline. A few minutes after the three assholes left, I heard a set of footsteps coming down the pier. We had a visitor, and I'd probably have to show myself to him or her if I wanted out of the water. The idea filled me more with excitement than fear. I looked up to see who it was.

It was Kai.

"What do you want?" I heard Sarah ask. "You not done perving our best friend? You want her to come out of the water so you can get a good look at her body for jerking off later?"

"I want to apologize," he said. Then, after a stunned silence, "My friends were being complete jerks, and we shouldn't have lied to you about skinny dipping. That was completely classless, lying just to get you out of your clothes."

He seemed sincere. He also seemed cute. I had to wonder about his motives, though. "Well, that was sweet of you to return and apologize for your friends," I said. "But if you think you can hang around to see me get out of the water, you have another think coming."

"Actually," he said, "I thought I could make it up to you by skinny dipping with you. I promise I won't try anything... it's just that you got naked thinking that we were as well, and, you know, I thought it would make amends just a bit if at least one of us... well..."

He was being really sweet about it. "You would strip? Right there in front of my two friends?"

Silence. He hadn't thought of that. Then, finally, "Ok, fair enough. You were naked in front of three guys. I can be naked in front of three girls." With that, he pulled off his shoes and socks, and in a blur, whipped off his shirt, then his damp shorts and underwear. He turned to my friends and waved. Then he turned around towards me.

It was glorious! His penis stuck straight out from his body and it was HUGE! Well, I mean, huge to me. Remember, I had never seen a live one before, and certainly not, well, ENGORGED. It was surrounded by a big unruly jungle of public hair. His stomach was flat and his chest, while not bulky, was very well defined.

Even in the dim light I could tell he was blushing like crazy.

Unfortunately, he only stood in front of me for a second or two before jumping in the water, and swimming over to me.

"Sorry," he said. "I'm really sorry."

"Well, getting as naked as I am does make up for it, at least a little."

"No, not for that. I'm sorry for my... well... my hard-on."

"OH!" I said. "You don't have to apologize for that. I kind of enjoyed seeing it, just a little," I teased him. Kai turned bright red.

For the next twenty minutes we just chatted. Kai told me all about the university, campus life, its traditions, what to expect at orientation and registration, what dorm life was like, that kind of thing. I told him about the small Illinois town I was from, my life back home, and all that. I didn't tell him about my high academic achievements - I didn't feel like bragging. We found a common interest in music. He seemed to know a lot of my favorite singers, and said he could introduce me to some artists that I probably didn't know but would like. I sort of forgot that we were both stark naked, floating quite close to one another, in the middle of a city, with my two best friends just meters away.

I also noticed that Sarah and Lana were having a very animated, but hushed conversation. I had no idea what about.

Finally, Kai said, "I should probably be going. You'll want to get out and dressed and all." With that he exited the water, showing me his cute butt on the way up. (Just as a side note, there is nothing cuter than a naked butt on a twenty-year-old guy as he's climbing a ladder.) He quickly threw on his clothes. I caught his naked crotch for just a split second and noticed he was no longer hard. His penis was all shrunken up and hiding in his thick bush. I wondered if that meant he wasn't interested in me.

"Can I give you my contact?" he asked.

I was just a bit stunned. "Sh-sure," I said. "Let me get out and fish around for my cell."

"I've got it," Lana said. Kai had kept his cell wrapped up in his shirt, safe and dry. He aimed it at my phone (held by Lana) and beamed his contact information over.

"Call me any time," Kai said. "If you want to visit Madison again this summer you're free to stay at our place. Although I'm not sure you want to have anything to do with my roommates. Now, if you'll excuse me, I should probably get going so you can get out."

I wanted to yell that he could stay. I really didn't mind him seeing me nude again. But I thought maybe that would be too forward. He had been so polite, I thought I would just let it go. After a few more minutes I climbed out of the lake. I looked at where my clothes should have been, under the bench.

"Um, where are my clothes?"

"What do you mean?" asked Sarah. "Don't you know where you put them?"

"Yeah, right under the bench... Those ASSHOLES! Those fuckers living with Kai stole my clothes!"

"Impossible," Sarah said. "If they were right under our feet I would have seen them try to take them."

Finally, Lana spoke up. "I pushed them into the lake."

"What?" I asked.

"WHAT!?" Sarah shouted.

"When no one was looking, I pushed your clothes off the pier with my foot," Lana said.

"What the FUCK did you do that for!?" I asked.

"Because you DESERVED it!" she said.

"Lana..." Sarah tried to preempt her.

"Don't 'Lana' me, Sarah. I'm sick and fucking tired of Julie spending all week moping about not getting into her Ivy League schools, acting like it is so tragic she won't be able to leave us ordinary people behind because she's so fucking high and mighty and better and smarter. I worked my ass off so I could get into good schools like UW and UI, and she acts like they're garbage, like she has to 'settle for' being here. Oh, will you deign to grace us with your most excellent presence, your highness? Fuck that. Sarah, you had to practically twist her arm to get her to come to Madison with us..."

"That's not true..." Sarah said.

"Yes it is."

"No it's not..."

"DON'T interrupt, Sarah. We've been her friends and fucking confidants for as long as I can remember, but is she excited about being able to stick together, the three of us? No, it's all sadness and boo-hoo, and 'oh, I guess I can get used to stooping to such a low level.'"

"Lana, it's not like that. She had goals..."

"Yeah, it's always about goals. Her goals. Her. She barely had time for us, and no time for anyone else, because all she cared about was herself and her stupid goals. You know, Julie, I used to admire you. I admired how, even though you are one of the prettiest girls in the school, and could have been popular and had tons of friends and boyfriends, you put all that aside for the sake of academics. Now I realize that the true reason you didn't do anything social is you were too busy caring for yourself to give a shit about the world around you."

I stood there, completely nude and dripping wet, while I had my heart ripped out of me and handed to me on a plate by Lana.

"J.J., I'm sorry, don't listen to her," Sarah said. "She's not being fair..."

"Yes she is," I said quietly, and took a deep breath. "I've been so focused on what I thought I wanted, I never took the time to appreciate what I had. I'm sorry."

In the past I would have fought something like this and made excuses. And, looking back, I do realize Lana was being a bit unfair. But there was quite a lot of truth to what she said. I apologized for my behavior towards both of them, about how mopey and shitty I had been the past few days. Something about being nude made me more honest with myself and honest with my friends. It opened me up. Just as my body was uncovered, with nothing to hide, so was my soul.

"I was afraid of losing you both," I said. "You guys have been such a central part of my life for so long, and I was faced with the reality of separation. I think I started to push you away to lessen the pain of saying goodbye."

Lana's fury abated somewhat and she chucked. "Separation anxiety. I've read about this."

"But you know what," Sarah said, "we don't have to say goodbye. We could all go to school here!"

"You know, that doesn't sound like a bad idea," Lana said. "Let's do that."

"Yes, let's do exactly that!" I said. We all hugged one another, Lana and Sarah not minding in the least my naked state.

My naked state. My clothes! "My clothes, they're still floating around somewhere in the lake!"

I jumped in the water and searched around, under the pier, around the pier, up and down the shore, but my clothes were nowhere to be found. The only thing I had to wear were my socks and shoes. As it became more and more clear that that I'd be returning to the hostel au naturel, I became more excited. That excitement was bolstered by the positive emotional rush of working things out with Lana. I quietly swam over to the ladder. I had to do something about the sexual pressure that had been steadily building that night.

They couldn't see me where I was, under the pier behind the ladder. They thought I was still somewhere searching for my clothes. Holding on to the ladder with one hand, I let the other drift down under the water until it found my pussy. I slowly drifted my fingers back and forth over my outer lips, luxuriating in the pleasure that even this light touch was giving me. I rubbed my vulva around with my open hand, sending delicious sensations through my inner labia and clit. Oh God, I was touching myself right here, right in the open, in the middle of the city, with my two best friends right above me! It felt so dirty and wicked and yet so wonderful and exciting. 

A gentle wave was moving across the lake, and as my body bobbed up and down, I let one finger slip inside my slit, where the water mingled with my own juices, leaving me slippery and slick. I moved it slowly up and down, in rhythm with the waves. It was like the lake itself was slowly fucking me. 

In my mind I pictured Kai, standing back up on the pier, naked, his hard-on jutting straight out. This time he wasn't shy or demure at all, but proud of his male body, encouraging me to look at him. In my fantasy I climbed out of the water to be with him, and the two of us faced one another, our bodies naked and glistening with water. I stepped forward and grabbed his dick - in my mind it was hard as steel. He got down and lay on his back on the pier, and I straddled him, guiding his phallus into my eager sex. In my dream I was no virgin, and he slid easily into me.

As the waves slowly rocked me up and down in reality, I pictured myself rocking up and down on Kai's cock. He reached up and grabbed my breasts, groping each of them and sweaking my rock-hard nipples. As I pictured this scene, I started rubbing a finger directly over my now-exposed clit. My other hand gripped the ladder tightly, knuckles turning white. The pleasure was so... intense... I felt myself boiling up past the point of inevitibility. 

Oh my God, I was going to cum, right here in the lake!!

I wrapped both legs tighly around the bottom of the ladder and started rubbing myself with reckless abandon. I was determined to build this into an orgasm for the ages. Panting heavily, I leaned forward, my forehead resting against the metal rail as I continued to pleasure my clitoris in large, circular strokes.

Lights flashed. My body convulsed. I gripped the ladder for dear life as wave after wave of ecstasy flowed over me. Without thinking, I let out a yelp, which I quickly stiffled.

"J.J., is that you?" I heard Lana ask from what seemed like two miles away. "Did you find them?"

I couldn't answer her, at least not with anything meaningful and coherent, and not without giving away what I was up to. Aftershocks kept coursing through my body as the most powerful orgasm of my life slowly subsided. The world suddenly went dark for a moment and I think I almost blacked out. I loosened my grip on the ladder and regained my composure as quickly as I could.

"No, I thought I spotted them, but it was just driftwood," I lied.

I swam underwater a bit to cool off a bit and not look so flustered when I exited the water. Climbing out, I hoped my appearance didn't give away what just happened.

"J.J., I'm so sorry," Lana said. "I don't see how you can avoid walking across town naked!"

It never occurred to any of us that I could wear something of Sarah's and maybe something of Lana's, and been at least somewhat covered.

"Well, as I'm so fond of pointing out," I said, "it's perfectly legal." I wasn't going to get mad at Lana. Not after our reconciliation, and not in the afterglow of such an amazing experience. And even after getting myself off, I was still secretly excited at the idea that I would have to walk some mile or so through a city's downtown to get to my nearest clothes. "I don't really have much of a choice, so let's go."

I wondered how far we'd be able to make it before we were harassed. As it turned out, not very far. We got as far as Langdon Street on the other side of the Memorial Union when I heard a loud, authoritative voice:

"HEY! Hold it RIGHT THERE. None of you move!"

My blood turned to ice. A UW police officer was approaching us, nightstick drawn. And he did not look happy.

"The three of you, put your hands at your sides, and don't make a single move." The cop patted my two friends down, maybe looking for drugs or whatever. He found nothing. There was no reason to search me. "Lady, you are under arrest for indecent exposure. I'm also arresting you two as accessories."




The Nude Pioneer Ch. 02



Was he out of his mind?

Sarah spoke up first. "Sir, you can't do that. Nudity is protected in the Constitution." Damn, she had balls.

"You speak back to me again, 'ma'am', and I'll shove your face in the pavement, do you understand me? My whole life, this town has been run by perverts. Perverts hiding behind the Constitution. You want to argue the Constitution, you can do that in front of the judge."

Suddenly, I saw a man dressed in a fancy suit walking towards us, on the other side of the cop. "Sir, it really isn't necessary to arrest these three young ladies," he said in an elegant English accent.

"Why don't you shut your..." the cop said as he turned around to face the man. He stopped in mid sentence when he saw who it was.

"The lady with the raven hair is correct. You have no grounds to arrest these women. I suggest you return to your beat. There's been a rash of property crimes on campus lately, and we require fine law enforcement officials such as yourself to keep a close watch on things."

The cop looked like he had the wind knocked out of him. "Y-yes, sir." He left the scene as quickly as he had arrived.

"Allow me to introduce myself," the man said. "My name is Edmund Bryant."

"CHANCELLOR Bryant!?" Lana and Sarah said in unison.

Oh. God. No.

"It's... um... what a pleasure and honor it is to meet you," Sarah said, shaking the hand of the University of Wisconsin Chancellor. He was incredibly handsome, about fifty years old, with thick dark hair and piercing eyes. He looked like that old actor, Pierce Brosnan, back in his heyday.

"Are you three students here?" he asked.

I was too paralyzed to say or do anything.

"Yes!" Lana said. "I mean no! I mean, not yet. We're high school seniors, but we've been accepted."

I wasn't sure we'd still be accepted after this little incident.

"I know I have a biased opinion, but I would highly recommend choosing Wisconsin. And you, young Godiva," he said, turning to me, "I hope this incident hasn't soured our school too much for you." The entire conversation the chancellor never looked at me except straight in the eyes.

"No... no sir. It really is a beautiful campus."

"Splendid. I must say I appreciate your willingness to cast off the conventions of society. Don't let our more conservative element discourage you. You are welcome to continue your journey of self-expression on this campus. If anyone impedes you..." he handed me a business card. "This is my direct number. Call me personally, and I will see what I can do to assist you."

I simply took his card. I think I may have squeaked as well.

The chancellor withdrew a pipe and a small bag from his jacket. He began packing the bowl.

"What... um, what are you up to this evening, Mr. Chancellor, Sir," Lana said.

"Please, you can call me Ed," he said, lighting his pipe. The aroma of rich, sweet tobacco filled the air around us as he puffed. "This evening I was forced to entertain a small group of very wealthy alumni. Boring fuckers really," the profanity sounded amusing in his erudite accent, "but it's part of what the regents hired me for."

"You have tobacco," Sarah said, pointing out the obvious. "Isn't it illegal?"

"Illegal to sell, certainly, my darling," he said with a smile. "But the law says nothing about possession or use."

Just then a stunning, six-foot-tall blonde in a sequined gown stepped out of a classic Lexus sports car parked not far away. She looked to be in her late 20s. "Honey," she said in a Midwestern accent, "we need to get going home. The baby sitter is going to wonder where we are!"

"Well, I must be going. I would love to spend more time with the three of you, but the university might frown upon my fraternizing with prospective students who are in the nude." He got in the car with his wife and sped off for home.

"Wow, if he goes home to THAT every night I don't think we have to worry about him hitting on students," Sarah said with a laugh. We all had a good laugh about the whole situation. 

"It's a good thing we weren't arrested," I said. "I don't even have an ID with me. It's in my wallet, which is somewhere in the lake with my clothes!"

"I grabbed your wallet and keys along with your phone before I pushed your clothes in," Lana said. "I'm not THAT evil."

There was another thing I was wondering: "How do you both know the UW chancellor by name? I don't even know who the president of Harvard is."

"Edmund Bryant is a bit of a celebrity," Sarah explained. "Very well-to-do. I think he went to Eaton with King William. I mean, back when he was Prince William."

The three of us managed to get back to the hostel without much more excitement. Well, unless you count all the cat calls, whistles, and honked horns I got on the way back. I wondered if I would end up in the newspaper. It was after 2 AM at that point, and the bars were closed, so fortunately there weren't a lot of people out.

Back in our room, all three of us offered to sleep on the floor. We decided Lana should get the floor as punishment for losing my clothes.

I never did get re-dressed that night. I had taken to sleeping nude anyway, so I simply got into bed the way I was.

Before falling asleep I thought about what had happened that night. My outlook on life had turned around 180 degrees from how I felt after school that afternoon. Life was good, and it would only get better from here. Who needed some fancy exclusive education? I had the best friends a woman could hope for, endless possibilities open to me, and a fantastic body I wanted the world to see. How could I have anything to complain about? I fell asleep very contented.

I awoke at around 10 AM. Lana and Sarah were already up. Sarah was putting on makeup in front of the mirror and Lana was sitting on Sarah's bed, reading a book on her cell. I threw the covers off, stood up, and stretched, making no effort to hide my nudity.

"Well, I'm going to take a shower," I said as I rummaged through my duffel bag, looking for my towel. I was going to wrap up for the short walk down to the bathroom.

"I dare you not to cover up on your way to the shower," Sarah said. Lana immediately looked up from her book, a smile on her face.

So that's how it was going to be, huh? Sarah and Lana daring me to push the limits of my nude behavior. "I can't do that!" I said.

"Why not?" Lana asked. "You were naked in front of a whole lot of people last night. What's the big deal just walking down the hallway?"

"It's light out now!" I said. "I had the cover of night before."

I knew that excuse wouldn't hold water. I also realized something significant: it always seemed like good things happened when I got nude. There were some frightening moments, to be sure, but since I started taking off my clothes I found myself changing for the better.

Agreeing to meet their challenge, I simply held my towel in one hand, my toiletries caddy in the other, and stepped out into the hallway...



The Nude Pioneer Ch. 03a



I stood behind the podium in the school auditorium. Behind me was the rest of my graduating class, the 250 of them that managed to make it through four years of high school. I had gone to school with nearly all of them since ninth grade, and a few since kindergarten. In front of me was the audience: parents, grandparents, brothers, and sisters of the graduating students. Teachers, some of whom had taken me under their wing and nurtured me as a star pupil. My guidance counselor, Mrs. Edwards, who comforted me when Harvard and Yale turned me down. The principal, the district superintendent, and members of the school board. All eyes were on me as I gave my valedictory speech.

"...No, as the word would suggest, commencement isn't an ending, but a beginning. This is not the end for any of us, but the beginning of the next phase of life..."

The harsh polyester material of my graduation gown rubbed against my shoulders and my bare breasts. Unbeknownst to anyone else there, I was completely naked underneath. The rest of my body, below my chest, felt the occasional brush of the gown fabric, but mostly all I felt was air. Around my waist. Around my legs. 

"...But we shouldn't forget all of the memories we have here at Lincoln High. The friendships we made, the classes we attended, the clubs we joined, the events we enjoyed together. These things shaped us as individuals, and we can take these experiences with us wherever we go..."

My nipples were rock hard, both from the friction of the gown and from the excitement of my secret nudity. I didn't think anyone could tell, not from the distance anyone in the audience was from me. In a few moments it wouldn't matter, though.

"...Above all, what I learned, and what I hope each of my classmates learned, was that we should be honest with ourselves, and present ourselves honestly to the world. No secrets, no cover-ups..."

In one swift motion I reached behind me, unzipped my gown, and let it fall to the floor. I was stark naked in front of my entire class and an audience of several thousand people. The audience could see me from my breasts up; everything else was hidden by the podium. My classmates, however, could see my entire backside. My long auburn hair cascaded down my hourglass figure, stopping mid-back and leaving my round, full ass completely exposed to them. For a moment I felt as though I had left my body and could see myself from the point of view of my classmates.

There was a gasp, and a loud murmur, as hundreds of camera flashes went off at once.

"THIS is honesty," I said as I stepped out in front of the podium, reveling my full frontal nudity to the crowd. "THIS is innocence. If there is anything I have learned in my eighteen years, it's not to be afraid of who I am, and to show that to the world!"

As innocent as I claimed it was, the itch inside my moist sex was growing exponentially. My exposure to all of these people had itself pushed me to near the brink of orgasm. I had to run off, not out of embarrassment but to find somewhere secluded - the girl's bathroom maybe - where I could frig myself in private.

I heard someone scream. I turned to see some old lady making the same piercing, high pitch scream over and over.

My eyes popped open. The scream I thought I heard turned out to be an alarm clock. I was in bed. Only after turning off my alarm did I realize that the graduation ceremony was actually a dream. Commencement was next week Tuesday, and I still needed to finish my speech.

There were two aspects of the dream that were true to real life. The first was that I was indeed naked. I had been sleeping in the raw most nights since my first outdoor nude experience back in March. In fact, most of my time to myself (not that you get a lot of time to yourself when you live with your parents and two siblings) I had spent au naturel. Maybe I was becoming a nudist, or at least an at-home-alone nudist. Well, alone or sometimes with my two friends, Sarah and Lana.

The second aspect of my dream that was true to waking life was that I was indeed horny nearly to the point of orgasm. I had heard that guys could cum in their dreams - wet dreams, I heard them called. I wondered what they dreamt about when they had them. The thought of waking up in a puddle made me snicker a bit. Anyway, I thought maybe what I was experiencing was something similar, but it hadn't quite gotten me there. Close... oh, so close.

I rubbed my legs together and could feel the slipperiness in between. I felt myself, and even my outer lips were wet and slick. It wouldn't take much. I decided to go for it, and quickly, since I needed to shower and get ready for school. I pressed down on my clit and rubbed it firmly while I pictured myself still nude in front of all of those people.

That was all it took. My back arched, my toes curled, and my legs squeezed together, trapping my hand between them. Heat and wetness washed over my fingers as waves of pleasure washed over me. In a few moments I came back down to earth and my breathing returned to normal. It wasn't nearly as good as it could have been, but I didn't want to waste a lot of time.

I got out of bed and wiped my fingers off with some tissues. I drew the blinds to my window and leisurely stretched in front of it. It was a beautiful, sunny day in early June with deep blue skies. I knew that during the day, with my lights off, no one could see into my room. I had checked this a few weeks ago. From the outside, it acted as a one-way mirror. I enjoyed seeing the bright outdoors and still imagined that all the world was watching as I sensuously raised my hands above my head, thrusting my tits up and out.

It would be awesome to be out there nude, nothing coming between my skin and the warmth and sunshine. It was just a fantasy, though. Oh, nothing legally could prevent me from going out as I was. But society would have something else to say about it. My parents. Our neighbors. Our pastor. I had already started two summer jobs: one making subs, the other as an occasional beat reporter for the local newspaper. Would I be able to continue either if my nudist tendencies became public knowledge?

No, fantasies of outdoor nudity in broad daylight would have to remain just that: fantasies.

Back to reality. I had to shower and get ready for school. Should I bother with the bathrobe? I was enjoying being naked so much. At the hostel in Madison a few weeks back, I walked nude to the bathroom and back and no one saw me. No big deal. That was in a public place. This was here, in my own home. I should be able to walk to the bathroom in my own home without covering up, shouldn't I?

I opened my door and stepped into the hallway. I had gotten two steps out when the door to my parents' bedroom opened.

"Julie!!" my dad shouted.

"Eek!" I screamed, and went dashing down to the bathroom, slamming the door behind me.

I heard footsteps as my dad came down the hall. "Julie, can you please think about other people? You mother and I don't care what you do when no one else is around, but could you please show some consideration when we're here? Do you really want Jim or Janette to see you?" Jim and Janette are my brother and sister. Jim was in tenth grade and Janette was in seventh.

Did Mom and Dad know about my nudist proclivities? I honestly didn't know.

"I'm sorry, Dad," I said. "I thought everyone else was asleep."

"Just... PLEASE... cover up when other people are around? Ok?"

"Ok, Dad. I'm sorry." I wasn't sorry. I was annoyed, to tell you the truth, aside from being embarrassed as well. But this was my own home, and I should be able to dress or not dress as I please.

After my shower I wrapped a towel around me for the trip back to my room.

Later that day Lana, Sarah and I were walking home from school.

"So are either of you going to the senior lock-in?" Sarah asked.

"Senior lock-in?" Lana replied. "We're all eighteen, not thirteen. I can think of better things to do on a Friday night than hang out at the Y until six in the morning being 'chaperoned' by Holt and Teasdale. I mean, what's the point?"

"I have to agree," I said. "Why go?"

"Well, there's the fun of hanging out, playing games, watching movies, just shooting the shit with people you're never going to see again," said Sarah. "It's something to do."

"There has to be something better to do on a Friday night," I said.

"In this town?"

"That's a good point," said Lana. "I'm going to visit my mom down in Alabama, though. I leave Friday morning and won't be back until just before graduation on Tuesday. My last final is Thursday, and I've cleared it with the school office to miss the rest of the school year. Those last few days are kinda pointless."

"What about you, J.J.?" asked Sarah. "What else are you going to do on a Friday night? Don't you want to blow off some steam?"

"I'm still working on my speech," I pointed out.

"Miss state forensics champion? Honestly, J.J., you could just wing it and be fine. C'mon, it will be fun. You're never going to see any of the people again after Tuesday, so why not make some final memories we can take with us to Madison?"

Sarah was finally able to convince me to go to the lock-in with her. She was very excited about having her popular friends and me at the same event. I think it was important to her that we all got together at some point before graduation. That's typical of Sarah, bringing different sorts of people together and finding common ground. I wondered how much cajoling it took to get her other friends to agree to go.

I got to the lock-in Friday night at around 7 PM. Already the pool and locker rooms were open. As I've mentioned before, I love swimming and I love the water (even grossly over-chlorinated water), so the first thing I did was take advantage of the open pool. There were about fifteen girls in the locker room when I got there, including Sarah and three of her friends; Crystal, Brandi, and Tiffany (ugh, really, what cruel parents come up with these names?). 

Sarah, as I've mentioned before, is around 173 cm like me, but unlike me is very thin. She has long, straight black hair and classic features that looked stunning either in her "winter skin," which was pale white, or the luxurious, deep tan she now sported. Crystal, Brandi, and Tiffany were, like Sarah, thin and gorgeous. Both Crystal and Brandi were blondes, although I had my doubts about Brandi's authenticity. Tiffany was a redhead, and by that I mean she had the reddest hair humanly possible. It was the color of a newly-minted penny.

Sarah "introduced" me to her friends, which is kind of silly, since we all had known each other since seventh grade. I tried to make some sort of smalltalk about where they were going to school after graduation (all three were going to NIU), but aside from that their responses to me were so many variations on "Whatever."

Also there was Barbara Van Caster, co-valedictorian and girlfriend of Jason Whitman, our star football player. Barbara was the Whole Nine Yards (or maybe the Whole Ten Yards?) - 178 cm (about five foot ten) with long, cascading blonde hair that fell in layers down around her shoulders. She had blue eyes and a model-perfect face. Her breasts were D-cup, her ass was round and firm, a perfect "upside-down heart" without being too large, and her legs went on forever. She hadn't taken the tough advanced placement courses I had, but her straight-A record after four years of high school proved she had brains to back up her beauty. Don't get me wrong: I have no attraction to girls, but I knew Barbara was the complete package. There was no point in being jealous of her; she was like a different species of woman. And besides, she was always warm and polite to everyone.

"You're following Jason to NIU, right?" I asked Barbara as we were getting undressed. Despite being co-valedictorians, our paths never crossed much. I wasn't in choir, school play, Students Against Drunk Driving, Teens Helping Teens, Art Club, or any of the other groups she belonged to, and she wasn't in forensics. So I really didn't know much about her plans.

"No, actually, I'm off to Urbana-Champaign," she said. "They gave me a full ride, since you're going out of state." UI gave full tuition to one valedictorian from each high school in Illinois. I managed to get full tuition to UW, leaving the in-state benefit to Barb. 

"I'm glad things worked out that way for both of us," I said.

I threw my bra and panties into my locker and carried my towel and swimsuit to the showers. By now, being nude in front of other women was no big deal to me. A few of the girls there saw me nude all the time after gym, so it really seemed like no big deal. Some girls, Sarah's friends chief among them, gasped.

"Um... what are you doing?" Crystal asked.

I pointed to the sign above the shower room: "All pool users must shower without their swimsuits before entering the pool area."

"Julia..."

"Julie," Sarah corrected Crystal.

"Julie, that sign is like, fifty years old. And, like, duh, they use chlorine in the pool, so it doesn't matter if you're perfectly clean. Jeez, I thought you were supposed to be the brain."

I should mention that the YMCA was quite ancient, maybe dating back to the 1950s, and seemed to be falling apart. All around the locker room concrete walls were crumbling away. It made me wonder if the building was structurally sound.

As I began my pre-swim shower, one by one the other girls walked past me, into the pool area. Most of them were in one-piece suits, though I noticed Sarah wore a string bikini. Oh, it wasn't anything too racy or revealing, but it was skimpier than anything else the other girls had, including my own one-piece.

One girl hadn't yet gone through the shower area, and that girl, or woman, I really should say, now stood naked at the entrance of the showers.

It was Barbara.

"I just thought you shouldn't be the only one following the rules," she said.

I glanced at her for just a moment, trying to look like I wasn't looking. She looked like a Playboy centerfold. Her body was utterly flawless. Huge breasts that seemed to defy gravity. A flat stomach that led down to a neatly-trimmed bush. Her pink pussy lips were clearly visible just below her pubic hair. I wondered if she shaved them. Ok, maybe I looked for more than just a moment, but I couldn't help it. She was what I figured must be every man's... well, every man's wet dream. She was the type of woman kings would go to war over.

Barbara used the shower next to mine. She turned the water to hot and leaned back into the stream, wetting her hair. "How's your speech going?" she asked.

"I wrapped it up last night," I said as I rubbed the liquid body soap all over my breasts and down my stomach.

"Really? I haven't started mine yet," Barbara said as she began to soap herself up.

"I didn't want it hanging over my head during the lock-in." I soaped up my ass, which I suddenly felt was way too large standing next to Barbara. I washed between my crotch and legs, and rubbed soap just enough over my pussy to get clean there without giving the impression that I was playing with myself.

"I haven't really had time," Barbara said as she ran her soapy hands down one long leg and then the other. "Jason and I have been trying to work things out, figure out how we're going to stay together come this fall. I just... I don't think it's going to work out. I know I should be more broken up about it, but we've both seen this coming, and we're trying to enjoy the time we have either way."

I could have told her about the pass Jason made at me a few weeks back, but of course I realized that would be tactless and mean. If they were breaking up anyway, there was no reason she needed to know. I chuckled to myself, though, thinking it was a good thing Jason wasn't a quarterback: his passing skills left much to be desired. Ok, I know that was bad. Anyway...

We both rinsed off and got our suits on. Everyone else was in the pool by this point. Everyone except one guy, who emerged from the men's locker room just after we did. It was Tony, a guy in my Spanish class. He was on the swim team, and certainly had a swimmer's body. His shoulders were broad and muscular, his chest was beautifully sculpted, his waist was thin, and he had a perfect six-pack. And luckily for all the girls there, he wore a Speedo. I don't know about any of you ladies, but I just love the look of a well-built man in a skimpy swimsuit. The bulge in front was very telling.

"Hola, Antonio," I said. "Como estás?"

"Bien. Muy bien, gracias, y tú?" he replied. Ok, first-year stuff, but we didn't really have anything else to say in English, let alone Spanish.. I still enjoyed looking at him. His eyes were dark, matching his dark brown hair. His skin was quite tan. All over. Did he go tanning in those Speedos or was he always that dark?

Tony dove into the pool, his muscular body stretching out and piercing the surface of the water. I watched him move effortlessly towards the group of guys and girls standing around and talking towards the shallow end. Barbara and I joined them.

"Where's Jason?" I asked Barbara. It turned out he was at some sort of orientation in De Kalb for incoming NIU football players.

We all fooled around in the water for a bit. There were maybe ten guys along with fifteen-or-so girls. Someone had set up a net over the water, and we played volleyball for a while. Some people dove. 

Barbara nudged me when Tony was on the high board. "Not bad, huh?" she said. "Look at those shoulders. Look at that tight little butt!"

I had never ogled guys with another girl, but I had to admit she was right. He was a sight to behold. He was poetry in motion as jumped off, did a somersault, stretched out, and entered the water with very little splash.

"Do you find yourself wishing that Speedo would slip right off of him when he dives in the water like that?" Barbara commented. I just laughed nervously. The idea got me excited, but I wans't really comfortable talking this way in front of someone I didn't know all that well. Besides, I had always thought of Barbara as being very proper and poised, and hearing such lewd comments from her caught me off-guard. It did make me wish I had been wearing my glasses.

I swam over to Sarah, who was laughing it up and splashing around with her snotty friends.

"Did you and Busty Barb have a nice shower together?" asked Brandi. "Soap down each other's backs? Wash each other's asses? Of course, she'd have to take a while doing yours."

"Brandi, cut it out," Sarah said.

"I'm sure she'd suck your cock if you had one," Tiffany said.

"I heard she's secretly playing for the other team, if you catch my drift," said Crystal.

I should have been getting pissed off, but it takes a lot more than a few bratty, stuck-up little bitches to faze me. "Oh, trust me, she's straight," I said.

"She sure likes showering with girls a lot for someone who's straight," Crystal said. "Of course, so does someone else I could mention."

That stung a bit.

"Yeah, who was it who, rumor has it, keeps pressuring her whole gym class to shower nekkid with her?" Brandi added.

I shot Sarah a dirty look to let her know how I felt about the company she kept, and swam over to join a volleyball game in progress.

Around 9 PM the lifeguard went off-duty for the night and Mr. Holt came into the pool area, encouraging us all to join everyone else. They had ordered pizza, and some games were being organized in the one of the gyms. For those who felt like sitting around, someone had called up an Internet stream of "Freddy vs. Jason Part Seven: The Final Showdown," to be projected on the wall of the other gym. 

We all went into our respective locker rooms to shower and change out of our swimwear. While we were all rinsing off, I started to think about Crystal's and Brandi's lesbian insinuations. It really pissed me off that I couldn't be myself and go undressed without it being taken as some sort of come-on. And even if I were gay, what business was that to them? I decided to give Sarah's friends something to really be snide about.




The Nude Pioneer Ch. 03a



Right in front of all fifteen girls I peeled my swimsuit off, taking my arms out and rolling it down to my waist. For a moment I closed my eyes, leaned my head back, and let the water splash over my bare breasts. Then I rolled my suit the rest of the way off and stepped out of it. I could feel all eyes in the room on me as I rinsed my suit in the shower and wrung it out. I played up the sensuousness of being naked and having hot water rain down on my newly bare skin.

Without so much as a towel, I walked across to the other side of the locker room to get my shampoo and conditioner. I take good care of my hair, and I always make sure to wash the pool chlorine out when I go swimming. When I got back to the showers, everyone was still there, and Barbara had removed her suit and was soaping herself up. Two other girls were also now nude. Once again, it appeared I had started something.

The two other girls were named Shannon and Emily. Shannon was petite and unassuming, with dirty blonde hair. Emily was a bit taller and Asian. I didn't have classes with either, so I didn't really know them. I offered my shampoo and conditioner to Shannon, Emily, and Barb, who were all grateful, not having thought ahead. We made smalltalk about school ending, plans after graduation, and all that.

While we were talking, I noticed a part of one of the walls where the concrete looked to be nearly worn away. It was off in a corner, and probably went unnoticed. Was it cracked all the way through? I got me wondering.

One by one, the girls left the showers to get dressed. I lingered around, still naked, trying not to be noticed. I had to check out that crack in the wall. After most of the other girls had either left or were on the other side of the locker room chatting and getting dressed, I snuck unnoticed back into the showers. There it was: a very small hole in the wall. I peered through it and I could see right into the guys' showers!

There were still two guys showering, but both had their trunks on. Damn. Yeah, I knew I shouldn't be peeping, but I figured the guys would do the same thing if had they known about the hole in the wall. Both guys left, and I felt sorely disappointed. But then, just as I was about to give up and get dressed, in walked Tony in his Speedos. He chose a shower on the back wall of the shower room, so his side was facing me as he showered.

This could get interesting. I went to my locker to get my glasses, discovering that all the other girls had left. I was alone. I scrambled back to the peep-hole in time to watch Tony washing his hair. He used the hand soap provided by the Y (ew!). After rinsing his hair, he took a look around himself. He walked out of my field of vision and then back in. Facing me (lucky, lucky, lucky me!) he slid off his Speedos, revealing a semi-hard, and very large, dick. I thought Kai's was large but this looked to be twice that size!

Tony started soaping his face, then his neck and rock-hard arms. Soon his whole body glistened with sudsy water, accentuating every muscle of his exquisite physique. I found my own hands drifting all over my body as I watched him. I imagined they were his hands feeling me instead of my own. After soaping up each leg, he moved to his package.

It was at that point that it occurred to me that Tony was completely shaved. I wasn't accustomed to seeing nude men, and the fact that his crotch was completely bare didn't dawn on me until just then. It left no detail of his penis and scrotum to the imagination. It was all right there. Skin that looked to be smooth as silk, and that was just as tan as the rest of him. Actually, his penis was an even darker shade.

As he lovingly washed himself there, his... well, his... cock started to stiffen and rise from his body. He continued to wash his cock until it stuck straight out from him, proud and stiff and straight. And still he kept washing it. I figured it must be clean by n...

Oh my... he was masturbating. He was jerking off, right there, in the men's showers!

He stopped for a moment and walked out of my view, then back in it. He seemed to be looking around, making sure no one was watching. Heh, if only he knew.

Speaking of no one watching, I ran out of the women's shower room to make a last, quick check that no one else was in the locker room. Satisfied (well, not yet satisfied, but at least assured that I was still alone), I returned to watching the Tony Show.

He was now going at it in earnest, his hand a blur up and down his hard, dark rod. His head was thrown back in ecstasy. As I watched him, my hand moved quickly to my pussy. I rubbed and stroked myself, trying to match Tony's rhythm as he jacked himself off.

I saw his pace slow down, so I slowed down with him. He was now focused on the tip of his cock, grabbing it in his fist and then slowly moving his fist down from the tip to the base of the shaft. I could tell that the tip must have been the part that gave him the most pleasure. He kept doing this, while I rubbed circles around my clit with one hand and felt my breasts with my other. My tits aren't that sensitive, at least not any more than most women's, but it gets me off to imagine that a man is fondling them, deriving pleasure from my body. And right now I imagined it was Tony feeling me up.

As he slowly stroked himself... again, and again, and again... I pretended this was a private show he was putting on. A show just for me. I fantasized that it was my body that was turning him on like this and making him have to jack off. I kept right on working my clit, feeling the sexual pressure inside me grow, and grow, and grow...

Tony made a funny face, and grunted... oh God, he was cumming! It wasn't how I expected it to look. I always pictured something like a champaign bottle popping, with tons of frothy stuff coming out. It wasn't like that. In fact, with the shower water everywhere, I couldn't even see any actual jizz. But it was unmistakable what was happening. I couldn't believe it! He stopped stroking and his hand just clutched his huge, angry cock.

And then the dam broke inside my loins. My body started to shake, my knees went weak, and I started hyperventilating. Oh, God, this was going to be huge... I clutched myself and leaned back against the wall. My fingernails dug into my leg. Then powerful surges of pleasure hit me, one... after another... after another... I sank to the floor of the showers, too weak to stand. I stifled a scream as my orgasm shook my body for well over a minute. With my eyes scrunched closed and a rushing sound in my ears, my entire senior class could have come into the room at that moment, and I would have had no idea they were there.

Luckily, when I opened my eyes I was still alone.

The shower floor felt cold against my bare ass. Still panting, I slowly got up and looked over again at the hole in the wall. Tony was gone.

In the haze of afterglow I got dressed and went to look for Sarah. I ran into Barb in the game room and she asked me if I'd like to join her, Shannon and Emily for a game of darts. I asked if she minded Sarah joining us, and she got an unreadable look on her face.

"I... sure, I don't mind if Sarah plays with us. I think she and her friends are watching the movie, though."

"It's such a challenged movie," I said. (Yeah, I know using "challenged" like that isn't politically correct, but we all used to talk like that, so sue me.) "I can't see Sarah getting that into it."

The movie was being projected onto a full wall in the gym. There were maybe thirty people watching, though not paying much attention. I heard a lot of chatter, including one of the guys complaining about all the quality loss they were suffering by showing the movie on a projector that could only manage a 10,000-pixel-high picture. Guys and their tech, I tell ya. 

Finally after scanning the dark room I found Sarah with her three friends. They all shot me dirty looks as I sat down next to her.

"Hey," I whispered. "Wondering if you guys wanted to play darts?"

"Who with?" Sarah asked.

"Well, there's Barbara, and..."

"No thanks," Sarah said.

"What, you'd rather stay here and watch..."

"Yep," Sarah said. "You go ahead and play. I'm sure you'll have just a 'perfect' time."

What the fuck?

"Fine," I said. "Whatever. Catchya later."

In a huff, I left Sarah and her shithead friends and joined Barb, Shannon, and Emily in a game of 501. We talked some more about college while we played. Barb was going to study chemical engineering, which I found interesting given she didn't take any advanced placement in science that year.

"I wanted to have fun my last year of school," she said. "Classes will always be there, and quite frankly, I'll learn chemistry better in a college setting than in high school. I believe in finding balance, and I can't live a balanced life if all I'm doing is academics. I wouldn't be nearly as close to Shannon, for example, if I hadn't been in Art Club with her. Or with Emily if I hadn't been part of Teens Helping Teens."

I hadn't even known Barbara was friends with Emily and Shannon. Actually, I still wasn't sure what Teens Helping Teens even was! I had been so busy achieving academically I hadn't paid attention to the world around me.

For a couple of hours at least, we just hung out and played games. I learned that Emily was going to UIC (Illinois-Chicago), and Shannon was going to a small private school in Indiana. Tony joined us in a game of billiards, rotating every other turn with Shannon and Barb. The way he handled his cue, moving it in and out of his hand as he set up for a shot, I couldn't help but be reminded of how he handled his own stick.

Pretty as he was, he didn't have a lot to say. I did enjoy the fact that I could picture his nude body underneath his clothes. He wore a very stylish silk shirt and tight pair of black pants that complimented his legs perfectly. I could see his bare ass, tight and sinuey, when he leaned over to make a shot. And when he turned to face me, I could see his dick, long and swinging between his legs.

Needless to say, I enjoyed our game quite a bit!

When I was off alone grabbing a slice of cold pizza, Sarah approached me. She was also alone.

"Listen, J.J., I..."

"What? Find a moment to spare from your popular friends?" I snapped.

"I'm sorry," she said, "it's just..."

"Just what? Those assholes finally convince you I wasn't worth your time?"

"Oh for cripes sakes, Julie, you know, not everything is about you!" she shouted. Then, more quietly, "Let's find somewhere private."

We went into an aerobics room and sat on the hardwood floor.

"If you want to hang out with Barbara Van Caster, it's fine by me. But don't expect me to join you," she said.

"What's wrong with Barbara?"

"She's fake. She's a fucking phony, and I don't want anything to do with her. Everyone thinks she's so nice and considerate and and wonderful to other people and children and small animals. Well... well I know a different side."

Sarah sighed. I looked around me. The exit lights, the only lights in the room, gave it an eerie, red glow. With mirrors on all four walls, it looked like we were on an infinite hardwood plane, with infinite copies of ourselves spaced at regular intervals. I looked again at Sarah.

"Barbara and I met at the start of high school," she said. "We both made friends very easily, and rose the 'popularity charts' quickly. Like she is with everyone, she was all warm and kind and caring towards me. I was really scared coming out of middle school - I mean we all were - but Barb made me feel better about it. Made me feel less scared."

"I remembered you two used to hang out a lot together when you were with your 'popular' friends," I said.

"Oh, you noticed," she said flatly. "Anyway, early sophomore year, by then, we were like this," Sarah held up a hand with her index and middle fingers crossed, "and... something happened."

Sarah stopped and stared off into the distance of our infinite plane.

"What happened?" I said. "I know you stopped hanging out, but you never said a word to me about it." I hadn't even thought about it until now. I never really gave much regard to Sarah's other friendships, I mean, other than Lana and me.

"Barb was dating this senior guy, a real rebel type, you know with the one-sleeve shirt and the horned-rimmed glasses and the silver chains? The whole ball-o-wax. And, well, she... did something with him. And was feeling kinda cheap, being only fifteen and all. So she confided in me. In me alone."

Given one of the things Barb was known for, I could probably guess what she and her boyfriend had done.

"Anyway," she continued, "a few weeks later I was comforting another friend in a similar predicament. I wanted to make her feel like she wasn't so alone. So I..."

"You DIDN'T?"

Sarah stated crying. "It just came out. I didn't MEAN to! The moment I told her about Barbara, I knew I fucked up, and wished I could take it back. I BEGGED the other girl not to say anything to anyone, that it was a secret. Well, within a week, the whole school knew."

"And Barbara?" I asked.

"Barbara dropped me from her life. I spent the whole rest of the school year - MONTHS - begging her to forgive me and take me back as a friend. She wouldn't even acknowledge me. I had 'ruined her reputation' and that was all there was to it."

"Well," I said, "that was a pretty big fuck-up. That's not the sort of shit you share with others. Not when it's in confidence."

"FUCK! Don't you think I KNOW that?! Rich, YOU lecturing ME on social graces." Ouch. "But look at it from my perspective. I made one little slip. And Barbara, 'perfect' Barbara wouldn't let it go. Because of her stupid fucking 'reputation.' That's why I say, she's all show. She's fake. She cares more about her reputation than about friendship. And you know what that means? It means that everything she does - her politeness, her community service, her seeming to give a shit - it's so everyone will say how much of a fucking wonderful person she is, not because she really cares or anything."

"I think you're jumping to conclusions," I said.

"The HELL I am."

"I didn't even know you two were that close."

"Well, you wouldn't, would you?" Sarah snapped at me. "You never pay attention to anything that doesn't concern you."

I was starting to get really pissed at her. "And what about those three little bitches you hang out with? You say you can't stand Barbara because she only cares about her reputation, so how can you stand those shallow, trite, backbiting..."

"Because they're REAL," Sarah said. "Because they don't pretend to be one thing when they're really another. And they're not always like that, like how they were acting around you. They act like that because of narrow-minded people like you who assume that because they're popular and they're pretty, they must be shallow and bitchy. It's a... what do they call it? A self-fullfilling prophesy.

"Do you know why some people are really popular?" she asked me.

"Because they're pretty and good at sports or cheerleading," I said.

"NO! Because they take the time to get to know other people, and pay attention to what's happening around them. Take... uh... take Jill Thompson: overweight, heavy brow, not really all that physically appealing. Only made J.V. in volleyball and basketball. And yet she's one of the most popular girls in the school."

"She's not 'one of the most popular...'"

"She was voted homecoming queen!" Sarah shouted. "Class secretary. You think that was because she was pretty? It's because if you were having a bad day, or were going through something painful, Jill would be the first person at your side, helping you get through it. Whether she knew you all that well or not. And she doesn't do it because she craves popularity, or attention, or reputation. 

"Now you, you're really pretty..."

"Not really," I said.

"Oh, don't give me that, J.J.," Sarah scolded. "You're just about the prettiest girl in the school. But you're not popular, and you only have a handful of close friends. It's not because you're a bad person. You're really a wonderful person and a great friend. But you're... you're unapproachable. And you're not INVOLVED in the lives of others. That's the difference."

I knew it wasn't as simple as that. This was the rose-tinted view of high-school popularity from the perspective of someone who was popular. People like Jill Thompson were the exception, not the rule. And if you want to talk about male popularity, no skinny-ass, nonathletic math geek had ever been popular in the history of adolescence, no matter how outgoing he was, or how often he offered his shoulder to cry on.

But back to Barbara...

"Did you try to reconcile things with Barbara after sophomore year?" I asked.

"By that point I didn't want to," Sarah said. "If she wasn't willing to forgive, I wasn't willing to be her friend."

"I bet she's forgiven you by now, if you'd just give her a chance. She wanted you to join us tonight to play games."

"Whatever."

"Maybe we could all get together and do something," I suggested.

"We're not children anymore. We're adults. And you can't just make a two-year-old problem go away in one night," she said.

"No, but we can still have some fun, and put those differences aside," I said.

Sarah gave me a skeptical look.

"I had this idea," I said. "I've had it since we all left the pool. I don't think anyone locked the pool entrance from the locker room when the lifeguard went off-duty. And I was thinking we could all go back in..."

"We've all been swimming already," said Sarah.

"Yes, we have... but... we all wore swimsuits that time."

Sarah's eyes widened. The anger and sadness over Barbara seemed to melt away. "J.J., sweetie, you're not suggesting..."



The Nude Pioneer Ch. 03b



Author's note: this is the conclusion to the previously posted story, The Nude Pioneer Ch. 03a. These are the continuing adventures of Julie Johnson, an eighteen-year-old woman living in a near-future world in which public nudity has been legalized, but the culture is unchanged from our own.

*

Sarah stared at me in the empty aerobics classroom. She knew what I was going to suggest, but was waiting for me to say it.

"Ever since our weekend in Madison," I said, "I've been wondering when I'd get another chance to swim naked. The feeling is incredible. But..."

"But you don't want to do it alone," Sarah said, anticipating where I was going.

"Well, no. I mean, if I'm alone and I get caught, who knows what they'll think of me. Or what they'll do to me if I get caught by the wrong person," I said. "But if it's a group of girls skinny dipping..."

"...then it's just a bunch of friends having a lark. Gotcha."

"So I'm going to get Barb, and Shannon, and Emily, and see if they'd like to check if the pool is still unlocked, and do one last wild thing before graduation. Will you join us?" I asked.

"Nope," Sarah said, folding her arms.

"Oh come on! Why not?"

"Because I'm not like you," Sarah said. "I can't... do what you do. For example, I can't imagine just chilling out in front of my friends buck naked like you always do."

"But you've been naked in front of other people before. You've been naked in front of your boyfriends," I pointed out.

"Well, yes and no. I mean, with the guys I've dated we just... oh, God, I can't believe I'm talking about this with you... we just quickly strip off in the dark and get into bed. I've never, like, just stood in front of someone with everything all out in the open. So, doing that in front of a bunch of women, that's just not normal."

"You think I'm not normal?" I asked.

"No, not really, Naked Girl," she said with a smile.

"What about Barb?" Sarah's expression soured at the mention of her name. "What about Emily and Shannon? They didn't have any problem being nude in front of other women."

"That's different. You were showering."

"So?"

"That's one of the things you get naked for," Sarah said. "In my mind, you get naked for two things: to take a shower, and to have sex. And since I don't really need a shower right now, and I'm not that interested in sex with a bunch of women, the idea of just getting nekkid is a little weird."

"Why can't swimming be something you normally do naked?" I asked.

"Get serious."

"I am serious," I said. "I mean, what's the point of a swimsuit, anyway? You get in the water, it gets wet. Then when you get out you're walking around in this wet thing that provides no warmth. In fact, all it does is conduct heat away from your body and keep you damp longer than if you wore nothing. It makes no sense to me."

"So you think everyone should swim naked?" asked Sarah.

"What do you think people did before they had swimsuits?"

"Um... not go swimming?" Sarah suggested.

"My grandpa told me that, back when he was in high school, when the boys did swimming in gym, they did it without suits."

"You mean STARK FUCKING NAKED?!" Sarah shouted in disbelief. 

I nodded.

Sarah got a distant look on her face. "I just had the most splendid vision form in my head." I had to giggle at that.

"So, are you in?" I asked.

"No. I just can't," she said. But then, after a sigh and a pause, "Well, maybe I could, but you would have to agree to do something in return."

This could be trouble. "It depends on what it is," I said.

"Well, you know that dream you told me about? The one where you're giving your speech at graduation, and you take off your gown and you're naked in front of everyone?"

"No." I said. "No fucking way, Sarah. Think about it. That's in front of everyone in the class. My parents. The whole community. I'd be disowned. I'd never be able to return to town again."

"Fine then. You can skinny dip without me."

"Sarah!"

Sarah just sat there with her arms crossed.

"Sarah, all I'm asking you to do is be naked for a short time, with just with a few people who are also naked. What you're asking me to do would end my life as I know it. Can't you see that's a bit disproportionate?"

"Well, I'm very shy. You obviously are not."

"Can't you think of something else?" I pleaded.

Sarah sighed again. "Ok... If I agree to go nude with you, you and I both go to Lake Winnetonga."

"What's so special about Lake Winnetonga?" I asked.

"Have you been living under a rock? Oh, that's right, you have." I shot her a dirty look. "Lake Winnetonga State Park has a clothing-optional stretch of beach established by naturists... you know, nudists? They did that several years ago. You and I go there together. You have to get naked the moment we get there, we spend all day there, and you can't get dressed until we leave."

"Will you be naked too?" I asked.

"HELL no! You're the one who likes to be nude, not me. Besides, my end of the deal is I'm getting naked now. So, what do you say?"

It didn't take me long to think it over. I had been fantasizing about enjoying the sun and warm air in the buff for a while now, but I knew that under normal circumstances it was inpossible without facing a lot of nasty consequences. But in an environment where nudity was tolerated? Where no one I knew would see me? And where there might be cute naked guys to look at? The idea still made me a little scared, but not nearly as much as it made me excited. "Fair enough," I said. We each spat in our hands and shook on the deal.

As we left the room to find Barb, Shannon, and Emily, Sarah added, "Oh, one more thing. If I can get Crystal, Brandi, and Tiffany to go naked as well, will you agree to do something else?"

I was annoyed Sarah was trying to amend our pact, right after we had agreed. "What?" I said flatly.

"Getting back to your graduation dream..."

"SARAH! I told you, there's no way possible!"

"Wait," she said. "Hear me out: If all three of them agree to skinny dip, you have to go though the entire graduation ceremony in your cap, gown, and shoes... and nothing else."

That was a bit more realistic. The idea of being secretly naked under my gown got my juices flowing... and no one had to know but Sarah and me. It still had its risks, but frankly, the chances that Sarah could have gotten Crystal, Tiffany, AND Brandi all to strip off seemed less than nil. Especially given their reaction to my showering nude in front of everyone earlier that evening. I agreed to the deal.

Passing through the lobby, I noticed that Mr. Holt was sound asleep on a couch. We looked in a game room and saw Mrs. Teasdale similarly comatose. Some chaperones. It was after 1 AM at this point, so I suppose it was getting late for the old folks to stay up.

We found Barbara, Shannon, and Emily still playing pool with Tony. I whispered our idea to Barb, who shared it with the other two. It didn't take them a whole lot of convincing. Barb practically jumped at the idea, which got a raised eyebrow out of Tony, who didn't know what we were whispering about.

I secretly wished we could share our plans with Tony, but I knew the other girls would never agree to go naked with a guy around. 

"...and Sarah will be there as well?" Barb asked with apprehension in her voice.

"Yep, Sarah too," I said. Barb got a bit of a shy smile for a moment, but then stared at her feet. Both she and Sarah stood there awkwardly for a moment.

"We'll meet you down in the women's locker room in a few minutes," Emily said. "There are a few other girls I think'll be interested." Then, she added, "It is just girls, right?"

"Oh, yeah, of course," I said, secretly disappointed. I looked at Tony who, oblivious to our conversation, simply looked disappointed that their game was getting cut short.

Sarah and I went to find her three friends. We found them up in a stairwell outside the indoor track, which was a level above the gym, but looked down on it. They all had plastic cups of soda, and were huddled together, just chatting.

"Hey, Sarah, hey Shower Girl," Tiffany, the redhead, said.

"You wait here," Sarah said. "I'll do the convincing."

I stayed at the bottom of the stairwell while Sarah whispered to her friends. Aside from a "No way!!" I couldn't make out anything they were saying. Finally, after a few minutes, all four came down.

"They agree," Sarah said. And then she whispered, "And just in case it comes up, this whole thing is my idea, not yours. Otherwise I don't think they would have agreed."

We started making our way down two floors to the locker room. I whispered back to Sarah, "How did you convince them, anyway?"

"Let's just say that each of them owes me, and now that school's done, I'm cashing in." She wouldn't elaborate on that, and I decided not to press her.

We got to the locker room to find it was already occupied by five naked girls. There was Barbara, still looking stunning and flawless, despite her hair not being done since the last swim; Emily, who was Chinese, with shoulder-length black hair, small breasts, and a sparse patch of jet-black pubic hair that contrasted with her rather pale skin; Shannon, brunette and petite, with conical breasts that jutted out and were capped with large dark pink nipples. They didn't look as though they were anywhere near done developing, despite the fact that she was eighteen. 

The other two girls were both in my gym class. Natalie was black, a bit shorter than me, but with a very curvy and very muscular body (for a girl). Her skin was an even chocolate color all over, and the effect was quite amazing. Her butt and thighs looked especially firm and muscular. Finally, there was Jill Thompson, the class secretary, who was very popular in spite of being rather heavy set. Her body was barrel-shaped and she had definite folds around parts of her figure, but she didn't seem bothered in the least at there being more shapely, attractive girls around her.

I scanned all of them in a matter of seconds, all while trying not to look like I was doing so. I knew I shouldn't have looked, but curiosity got the better of me.

Nonchalantly, I took off all my clothes and tossed them in a nearby locker. Sarah and her three friends said they were going to go find lockers of their own and change into their swimsuits.

"Swimsuits?" I said. "I thought..."

"We just, you know, need time to get used to... this," Brandi said, gesturing towards the six of us.

We six left the others to go into the pool. Nobody took a shower, since we all had done so a few hours earlier. We all immediately jumped into the lap lanes.

"Oh wow," said Natalie, "This is incredible!" She swam underwater for a bit, surfacing about a quarter of the way down the lane. "I feel like a fish!" The other girls made similar comments about the freedom of swimming nude.

I looked around me. All of the lights were on. There were no outdoor windows into the pool, only skylights, far above. There were observation bleachers for swim meets and a window behind them. I'm wasn't even sure how you get to the pool observation room, and I doubted any of the other students would be up there.

A few minutes later, Sarah, Tiffany, Brandi, and Crystal all came out in their swimsuits. Sarah wore her string bikini, and the other three were in more conservative two-piece outfits (I think they were the only girls at the lock-in who weren't in one-pieces earlier). I watched Sarah, her hands trembling, reach behind her and untie her top. She took it off and lay it on a bench. Her bare breasts were a shocking white, in contrast to the deep tan of the rest of her body. They were quite small, maybe an A-cup, but her obvious tan lines emphasized them all the same. Her bright pink nipples stood out in contrast, small but obviously very stiff. She turned away from everyone and removed her bottoms, revealing a similarly pale ass. Then she quickly streaked over to the pool and jumped in.

The other three girls all jumped in with their swimsuits on, eliciting groans of disapproval from everyone else.

"Well, I guess I'm off the hook for graduation," I said to Sarah.

"Just wait," she said.

One by one, Tiffany, Brandi, and Crystal all took off their tops and set them on the edge of the pool. Then all three dipped in water slightly and removed their bottoms, which they also tossed up on the pool's edge.

"That hardly counts," I said.

"Hey, they are naked, aren't they?"

I splashed Sarah, and she responded by splashing me back. In the process, Brandi got hit with water and she retaliated by waving her entire arm across the surface, hitting several others. Next thing we knew, we were, all ten of us, laughing and splashing one another and having a great time.

"You were right, Sar, this was a great idea," Tiffany said to Sarah. "It feels so good... and so naughty."

"Hey, where's the sauce?" Brandi, the blonde, asked.

"Tiff, you were supposed to bring it over," said Crystal, the other blonde among Sarah's three friends.

"I left it in my locker," Tiffany said.

"Well, go get it!" Crystal told her.

Tiffany was about to grab her bottoms from the edge of the pool when she said, "Ah, fuck it. What's the point anyway?" and climbed out of the pool without bothering to put anything on. As she walked towards the locker room, her bright red hair clung to her thin, glistening wet body. Most of her skin was a ghostly white - paler than Sarah in mid-winter. Her arms and legs were a bit freckled and tan, though.

A few minutes later Tiffany returned with a two-liter bottle of Coke in one hand and a stack of plastic cups in the other. What really shocked me, though, was when I took a quick glance between her legs. Just like Tony, she was shaved completely bare! The snow-white skin of her flat stomach just continued right on, uninterrupted, into her bald mound. And besides being completely shaved, her prominent inner labia protruded from her outer lips. I couldn't imagine walking around with so much of my sex blatantly on display. I thought about what I would look like shaved. Would my inner lips show? Would my clit stick out when I got excited?

I shook myself out of my daydream. From the edge of the pool I shouted to Tiffany, "You went all the way back to your locker to get soda?"

Sarah, Brandi, and Crystal all turned towards me. Brandi and Crystal started laughing. Even Sarah was snickering.

"Yeah, Julie," Brandi said. "She went to grab some soda."

"Hey Tiff, why don't you pour Shower Girl a big cup of 'soda'!" Crystal shouted.

Sarah giggled at me, then put her arm around my shoulders. "J.J., I'm sorry, I love you girl, but you can be SO naive sometimes."

Tiffany set the soda bottle and cups at the edge and jumped back in the water. She filled a cup about half full and handed it to me. I took a sip. It tasted like Coke-flavored nail polish remover.

Ah.

Sarah whispered to me, "Take it easy with that stuff. It's probably more than half rum."

I took another small sip. I could barely get to it, it was so strong and astringent. "I don't think I'll be able to drink it all that fast anyway."

Tiffany offered cups to everyone there, and most of the girls took her up on it. Natalie and Jill got out of the water to set up the volleyball net again. I watched them as they walked over to the equipment closet. They both walked very gingerly, sort of on their tiptoes, like they were sneaking about. It was amusing to me how being naked seemed to affect the way people walked. They also seemed a bit uncomfortable getting each side of the net in place. They were clearly not at ease just doing ordinary things in the nude. As soon as the net was in place, Natalie and Jill immediately jumped in the water.

We had a blast playing nude water-volleyball. I don't think it was a very competitive game, and as a lot of us started to feel the effects of the alcohol, the volleys got shorter and shorter. I only got a little bit into my cup, and I could feel myself stop caring so much about winning every point.

Just as Natalie was about to serve from the shallow end, the door from the men's locker room opened. Shannon noticed first, and squealed. We all swung our heads around to see Tony standing there with a towel wrapped around his waist. All of the players on the shallow side of the net were exposed from the breasts up, and Natalie, back at the shallowest point, almost from the crotch up. Several more girls shrieked as everyone quickly sank into the pool to cover themselves.

"He must have figured out what we were up to," Sarah whispered to me. "I guess he's smarter than he looks."

Several of us swam towards the edge of the pool, where Tony was standing.

"You ladies aren't..."

"Skinny dipping? Yeah," Barbara said. "How did you figure it out?" Then she added, coyly, "You didn't see any of our private bits, did you?"

Tony blushed through his tan. "Yeah, maybe a bit. But, well, I was wondering if... maybe I could join you?"

"You realize you'll have to be just as naked as we are," Sarah said.

"I assumed I would," Tony said with a grin, and reached to undo his towel.

Shannon quickly figured out what he was about to do and screamed. All heads turned towards her. "I'm sorry everyone... I just can't deal with this. PLEASE, can Tony just, like, go back and give me a chance to leave?"

Emily, hiding in the water very close to the edge of the pool and with her arms wrapped around herself, added, "It's no offense, Tony, it's just, we're not all comfortable with this."

"Anyone else need to leave?" Barb asked. There was silence. "Ok, Tony, you can join us, but first prove you have at least a shred of decency by letting Shannon and Emily leave. Go into the men's locker room and count to 100."

Tony nodded and turned to walk back to the locker room.

"You better be naked under that towel!" Sarah shouted at him. I turned to her and grinned.

After Emily and Shannon had left, we shouted for Tony. "Tony! You can come out now!" I wondered if the rest our classmates there at the Y would hear us. I think discretion was starting to fly out the window as we became more and more intoxicated. I know I felt different. I felt looser... freer... somewhat giddy.

Tony emerged in his towel. "Well, here goes nothing," he said, unwrapping himself and tossing his towel on a bench.

We all erupted in catcalls and cheers. "Nice package!" Jill shouted.

He was absolutely beautiful and flawless, from his dark eyes, square jaw, broad shoulders, muscular chest, six-pack abs, and sinewy legs. He was by no means beefy, just well-defined and very, very manly. And of course, there was his completely bald package. His dick I guessed in my lack of experience was completely soft, yet still it hung down, impressively long and thick.

"He looks like a little boy," Tiffany whispered.

"There's nothing 'little' about him," Brandi said. "And besides, if he looks like a little boy, you look like a little girl." Tiffany turned bright red at the mention of her personal grooming.

Tony jumped in the pool, and Tiffany poured him a cup of booze. For a few moments there was awkward silence, as none of us really knew how to interact. There really isn't a good social protocol for a mixed group of naked eighteen-year-olds.

"I could tell he was hung in those Speedos," Sarah whispered to me, "but I never would have guessed he was shaved!"

"Oh, I knew," I blurted out. Stupid rum.

Sarah stared at me. "Ok, how did you know that?"

"Oh, just a guess. Hey, I'll race you to the other side of the pool," I said, trying to change the subject.

"Tell me. I want to know how you knew he was shaved."

I sighed. We got a good distance from the other girls and I told her about the hole between the locker rooms, and about how I watched him shower. I left out the detail of my pleasuring myself, but I did tell her about how I watched him jack off. Sarah's eyes went wide, but her expression quickly turned to one of indignation.




The Nude Pioneer Ch. 03b



"I can't believe you. I just can't believe a friend of mine would do something like this," she said.

We were both silent for a moment. "I'm... I'm sorry," I said.

"I want you to listen to me, and listen carefully. The next time you are in a position like this, where an opportunity arises to watch a hot guy shower and play with himself... are you listening?"

"Yeah, I'm listening," I said with fear in my voice.

"When that opportunity arises," she continued, "and I am ANYWHERE nearby, you are to FUCKING FIND ME SO I CAN WATCH TOO!!"

Relieved at not being chewed out for being a Peeping... Tammy, I laughed out loud. Soon we were both laughing hysterically and splashing one another with water.

As we calmed down, I said, "Still, though, I feel like I should let him know I was watching. I mean, should I?"

"Only you can know what is right for you," Sarah said in a mock-Eastern-mystic sort of voice.

Jill suggested we start up a new game of volleyball. "We don't have even teams, though," Natalie pointed out.

"Tony could switch sides every point," Crystal suggested. No one was really fond of that idea.

"I'll referee," I said, getting out of the water. Secretly I wanted to show off the fact that I wasn't afraid to be naked out in the open. Also, I liked the idea of Tony being able to see my entire body.

For some reason the girls insisted Tony play on the shallow side of the net. He was teamed with Tiffany, Crystal, and Natalie, who were the least experienced at volleyball. When he was back to serve, the base of his dick would rise out of the water. I think he won several points on serve simply because the girls on the other team were watching him and not the ball. Meanwhile, Tony missed several easy volleys while taking quick glances at me.

A ways into the game, another girl emerged from the lockers. It was Susan, a girl I knew from forensics. She was tall, thin, and very pale, with medium brown hair that she wore down over her shoulders. She had a long face, with a large nose and thick, red lips. She was completely naked already, not even bothering to carry a towel with her. There was nothing particularly wonderful about her body that I could see, other than that she was thin. She had very small breasts, and not much in the way of hips or ass. But she carried herself with an icy confidence as she approached the volleyball game.

"It looks like you need someone to even out the teams," she told me. No mention of how she knew there were nine naked seniors in the pool to begin with. 

"Where's Bill?" I asked. Bill was Susan's boyfriend, an unassuming sandy-haired kid. I think Susan mainly liked Bill because he was easy to push around. He was also a senior, and I was pretty sure I saw the two of them together earlier in the evening. 

Susan rolled her eyes. "Oh, who knows, off in some corner of the building with Jake and Gary, I guess."

We decided I'd play on the shallow side, and Susan would take the deep side. Jumping back in, I found myself just a bit disappointed that Tony couldn't see all of me anymore.

While we finished up the game, I noticed Barbara and Susan spending a lot of time whispering to one another. After the game both of them swam over to me.

"We've decided we're going to try to get a 'rise' out of Tony, if you know what I mean," Susan said.

"Um... I think so," I replied.

"Susan here thinks he might be..." Barb made a limp-wristed gesture. "But I disagree. So we've decided to find out."

I raised an eyebrow in response.

At this point, several of the girls and Tony had decided to do some diving. Natalie was especially talented at it: I saw her leap straight up from the low board, do a double flip, and straighten out into the water. Tony responded with a fancy dive of his own. It was so elegant, seeing the nude human body engaged in such physical artistry. Olympic diving really ought to be done in the nude.

I saw both Crystal and Brandi out of the water for the first time. Crystal was definitely a genuine blonde, but my suspicions about Brandi dyeing her hair were confirmed. She had a neatly trimmed, but very dark patch of pubic hair.

Barb and Susan got out of the water and both confidently strode towards the diving boards. They were quite a pair, almost exactly the same height, but Barb with a warm, luscious body and light tan skin, and Susan with her harsh, thin, curveless body and pink-toned, icy pale skin. 

They chatted with Tony for a few seconds, but I couldn't understand what they were saying. Then, suddenly, the two women faced one another and started kissing! Susan ran her hands through Barbara's hair, and Barbara wrapped her arms around Susan's thin waist. They affectionately smacked lips together for about thirty seconds. Tony gaped, open-mouthed, but his dick made not a twitch. The girls made a friendly wave at him, jumped back in the water, and swam back towards me.

By that point everyone in the pool had seen what had gone on.

"I told you he was gay," Susan said to Barb.

"Just because he didn't get turned on at two women kissing?" I asked.

They both looked at me like I was from another planet.

"Here, let me try," I said, and climbed out of the water. I waited for Tony to emerge from his latest dive.

"Hola, Julia," Tony said to me. His hard, dripping-wet naked body was just divine. He might have had the personality of a brick, but he was sure nice to look at.

"Hi Tony. Listen, I have something to confess to you."

"Oh?"

"Um... how can I say this? There's this hole between the men's and women's showers. And you can kind of see from one into the other," I told him.

"Uh-oh," he said quietly.

"What?"

"Nothing," he said.

"Anyway... earlier this evening, I kind of... well, I watched you shower."

Tony's face turned red. And his dick started to visibly grow! "You mean, you saw... everything?!"

"Yes, I did. And I know it was wrong to watch you like that, but I just couldn't help it. I just hope you have it in your heart to forgive me," I said with a batting of the eyes.

Tony's penis grew to full size and started to rise from his body. "Well, yeah, I guess I do forgive you. It's kinda weird, but..."

"Oh, thank you, Tony. It was such an amazing show you gave me. I really appreciate it." I leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek.

Now his cock was rock hard and stuck straight out. Tony was mesmerized for a moment, then shook himself out of it. "I... I have to confess something too," he said. "I sort of watched all you girls shower earlier tonight."

I thought back to earlier that evening, remembering how Tony entered the pool area at exactly the same time as Barbara and me. That sneaky bastard! He must have also watched Emily and Shannon, who were clearly not comfortable being seen by the opposite sex. That was not cool. But then I had watched Tony without his permission, and without checking whether he was cool with being seen by the opposite sex. So I suppose I had no basis for condemning him.

I looked at his raging hard-on and chuckled. "Watch it, you could poke someone's eye out with that thing," I said.

Tony blushed and was about to jump back into the water to conceal himself when we were both distracted by Sarah and Barbara, walking towards us and arguing loudly.

"How can you just make out with another girl? Doesn't that tarnish your 'reputation,'" Sarah said.

"Oh, will you get off it already?" Barbara replied. "Can't you get it in your head that I'm past all that? I'm sorry you still carry all this... this guilt around with you, but really, why don't you believe me when I tell you I'm not the same person I was two years ago?"

She almost ran into Tony and his amazing rod. She saw his erection, and a smile lit up her face. "Here, Sarah," she said. "I'll show you how much I give a rat's ass about my reputation." She grabbed Tony's hand and dragged him to the shallow end of the pool.

"Sit on the edge," she instructed him. He obeyed. She got in the water and positioned herself between his legs.

"Is she doing what I think she's doing?" Sarah said quietly to me.

"Oh, I hope not, because that's just..." I trailed off as Barbara grabbed Tony's cock and started stroking with her hand.

"We've got to stop her," Sarah said. "This is getting out of hand."

"Looks like she's got it well IN hand, if you know what I mean," I joked, jumping in the water and following Sarah over to where Barbara was stroking Tony.

Sarah tried to grab Barbara away from Tony. "C'mon, Barb, clearly you've had way too much to drink, and I don't want you to..."

"I'm stone cold fucking sober," she said, breaking free of Sarah's grasp. With that, she sank into the water, lowered her head into Tony's lap, and put her mouth around the tip of Tony's cock. Tony did nothing to discourage her.

"Oh my God," I said in disbelief.

By now, everyone in the pool could see what was going on, and gathered around to watch Barb go to work on Tony. She licked up and down his shaft, pumped him with both hands, then lowered her mouth onto him again. Tony balanced himself by bracing his hands on the edge of the pool, then spread his legs apart. Barb bobbed her head up and down on him while simultaneously stroking him with his hands.

"Told you she was an expert cocksucker," Tiffany, standing behind me, said loud enough to be heard by everyone. 

Barb seemed to respond to this by seeing how much of his dick she could get down her throat. From my vantage point, a bit off to the side, I saw her take him all the way in, wrapping her lips around the base of his shaft. I started to get sympathy gags. "How the hell..." I said.

"This just isn't right," said Natalie. "Someone needs to put a stop to this."

"Why?" asked Brandi. "We're all eighteen. Hey, Rolodex," she said to Jill, "is anyone here still seventeen?"

"Might be one or two in the class, but no one here at the Y," the class secretary responded. She stood there with her cup in hand and a silly grin on her face. Clearly she found the proceedings entertaining.

"That's not the point," I said. "This is just plain... wrong."

"But it looks so right," Crystal said. 

At this point Barb's head was bobbing madly up and down Tony's huge erection. "How the fuck is it he hasn't popped yet?" Brandi wondered aloud. "That is one A-1, first-class Hoovering he's getting there." Tony's head was thrown back in ecstasy, but he showed no signs of impending orgasm.

Sarah nudged me. "Of course, you and I know the reason why," she said to me.

"Huh?" I responded.

"Why he's having so much trouble cumming?" she clarified.

"Why is he having so much trouble cumming?" I asked, sincerely.

Sarah rolled her eyes. "We really need to get you a boyfriend. Seriously."

Tiffany just stood there transfixed, staring openly at the public fellatio being performed at the pool's edge. "He's so... beautiful." She stood there absent-mindedly playing with her hard nipples, and her hand drifted under the water, towards her crotch.

Tony wrapped his legs around Barbara. His body seemed to tense up. I assumed it meant he was about to cum. Suddenly, though, Barb pulled away. She grabbed his dick and held onto it tightly. "Sorry," she said, "but that's all I have time for tonight." She then swam back off towards the deep end.

"That fucking evil bitch," Brandi said.

Tony just sat there, fire in his eyes, breathing heavily.

Tiffany suddenly put one hand on my shoulder, one on Sarah's. "Do you guys mind? That's the hottest thing I think I've ever seen, and I just... can't... leave him like that."

"Mind what?" I asked.

Sarah chuckled. "Oh, you'll see."

Tiffany swam up to Tony and lifted herself out of the water. She pressed her nude body into his, and whispered something into his ear. Then she kissed and nibbled on the same ear. She got out of the water and offered him her hand. He took it, and she pulled him up. Both standing, they kissed and felt each other up. Tiffany grabbed his erection and slowly stroked it with one hand. 

Someone had brought an air mattress into the pool earlier that evening, and it was still there, lying discarded but inflated at the side of the pool. Tiffany led Tony to the mattress and lay down on it. Sarah and I got out of the water to see what was happening. 

It was at this point that I realized Susan was gone. She left just as suddenly as she had arrived. Very strange, I remember thinking.

Tiffany was lying on the mattress, her arms stretched out above her head and her legs spread wide open. Her inner lips may have been visible before, but now they were just obscenely open and on display, like a flower in bloom. I could even see her tiny clit jutting out of its hood. 

She looked straight out of a porn flick. Her face was so young, so angelic, with blue eyes and a tiny nose. She had freckles across her face, adding to her youthful appearance that seemed discordant with her "come fuck me" expression. Her breasts were very small and, like the rest of her body, shocking white. Tony stood above her, and she beckoned for him, reaching out a hand towards him. He looked nervously around him, wondering if this was taking things too far. For the most part, there were looks of enthusiasm from the other girls.

"Go for it!" Jill shouted. "Woo!"

Tony moved forward and knelt on the mattress in between Tiffany's legs. He put his hands on her thighs, then moved them forward to cup her breasts.

"Holy shit, this is messed up," I said. "Sarah, aren't you going to DO something?"

"Like what?" she said.

"Like stop them? She's your friend!" I said.

"Yeah, so?"

"And she's DRUNK!"

"So?" She said. "So is he."

"Don't you think she might regret this later?" I said to Sarah in a harsh whisper.

Sarah put her arm around me. "Relax. I know her. I know her morals. She does this kind of thing all the time. There won't be any regrets." Then she added, "It is really sweet of you to show such concern for my friends, though." She hugged me and planted a kiss on my cheek. "Oh, and in case you were wondering, she gets her birth control shot every six months, and of course we all got our HIV vaccine."

I realized Sarah was now completely at ease standing out of the pool, stark naked. Alcohol may be the world's greatest enabler of nudism.

"There are still a lot of things besides pregnant and AIDS that you can get, even in this day and age," I pointed out.

I looked back over at Tony, who was cradling Tiffany's upper body in his arms, kissing her passionately. She grabbed a hold of his manhood, and was slowly guiding him towards her pussy.

"I think I've seen enough," Natalie said. "This is just too crazy." She walked around the pool and into the locker room.

I was tempted to do this same. "This still seems just wrong," I said to Sarah. "I mean, this is a private thing, a special thing between two people. It shouldn't just be out in the open in front of everyone like this."

"It can be a private thing, and it can be a special thing," Sarah said. "But sometimes, hey, it's just fucking."

I stared at her in disbelief. I was about to turn and follow Natalie's lead to the lockers when I caught a glimpse of Tony entering Tiffany. I couldn't NOT look. I was mesmerized. Tony's perfectly smooth, tan skin contrasted so well with Tiffany's perfectly smooth, snow-white skin. The large, purple head split apart her lips and shoved its way inside, followed by the rest of the phallus. How did all that cock manage to fit inside her?

Tony and Tiffany started bouncing in rhythm on the air mattress, and I found my breath getting short watching them. My nipples got hard, but I didn't mind - no one was looking at me. All eyes still in the room were on the couple fucking on the mattress. There was nothing particularly artistic or creative about what they were doing: it was just good, old-fashioned, missionary-position... boning. Still, it got me hotter and hotter the more they went at it.

Tiffany started clawing Tony's back. And by clawing, I mean, she was leaving big, red marks all up and down it. Suddenly, she clutched at his back and let out a scream. She pulled him in close and he grunted loudly. It was the same noise he made when he came earlier that night, so what was happening was unmistakable.

I was panting, on the verge of orgasm myself. I didn't know what to do. I could see that everyone was watching them, not me. Should I? I decided I didn't have a choice; my body needed release. Making sure once more that no one was looking at me, I quickly stuck my hand between my legs. A few seconds of rubbing my clit was all it took. My body shook silently, and I bit my lip to keep from shouting out. I did whimper slightly. It was sooo good, and felt sooo wicked, cumming in front of all these people, while watching another couple fuck.

Sarah heard me breathing heavily and turned to look at me. She said nothing, but did raise an eyebrow. I laughed nervously and jumped into the water.

We all seemed to sense a giant amount of sexual tension had been released from the group. After that, it was just good fun in the water. Maybe half an hour later, we all got out, showered off the pool water (Tony showered with us in the women's locker room, because, well, we didn't see any point in sex-segregation at that point), and got dressed. I noticed Sarah and Barbara chatting just a bit, but it was no more than a few nervous words exchanged.

I also noticed that Sarah left the pool area still nude, and never bothered to pick up her bikini. She must have gathered it sometime before morning.

Later that night I asked Sarah if things were cool again between her and Barb.

"I wouldn't say they're exactly 'cool,'" she told me, "but we are on speaking terms again." It was something.

***

Graduation Day finally came. I picked up my cap and gown from the office between classes. I also picked up Lana's cap and gown, since she wasn't getting home until that afternoon. There would be no problem telling them apart: I had a different color tassel, and special cords for my gown, being valedictorian.

Up in my room that evening I got undressed and threw the gown over my nude body. I checked myself over in the mirror. I supposed my breasts might have looked flatter and lower than with a bra on underneath, but certainly no one would be the wiser.

As we gathered at school before the ceremony, Sarah and I reunited with Lana. I quickly demonstrated to Sarah that I was keeping up my end of the deal by letting her look down the front of my gown.

"How was your visit with your mom and stepdad in Alabama?" I asked Lana.

"Terrible. Really awful," she said.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Sarah asked.

Lana sighed. "Not right now I don't. But maybe later. I especially want to talk about it with J.J." That got me curious, but she didn't elaborate further.

The ceremony was interminable. One scholarship award after another. A big to-do about one of the students who was off to the Naval Academy in Annapolis. Another big to-do about Jason Whitman going to play football at NIU. It didn't even dawn on me until then that his relationship with Barb must have really been over after the night at the Y. 

Finally, it came to the co-valedictory speeches. Barb went first, and was eloquent and touching, bringing tears to several students eyes. It was basically a long goodbye to everyone who had been such a huge part of her life, and taught her so much about friendship and love. I thought there might have been a couple of subtle nods Sarah's way, but I couldn't be sure.

Then it was my turn. I had forgotten up until that point that I was naked under my gown. Suddenly, as I stood up, it hit me. The gown flowed so loosely around my nakedness as I walked to the podium. I had only notes to my speech, an outline, as I wasn't going to read prose verbatim. A couple of times I lost track of my line of thought, stopping and stuttering in front of everyone. I thought I was doing horribly, though when I look back on it, I'm sure it wasn't as bad as it seemed to me at the time.




The Nude Pioneer Ch. 03b



"...No, as the word would suggest, commencement isn't an ending, but a beginning. This is not the end for any of us, but the beginning of the next phase of life..."

I suddenly could think of nothing other than my dream. I felt the air flowing freely under the gown, just as in my dream. All eyes were on me, just as in my dream.

"...But we shouldn't forget all of the memories we have here at Lincoln High. The friendships we made, the classes we attended, the clubs we joined, the events we enjoyed together. These things shaped us as individuals, and we can take these experiences with us wherever we go..."

I actually thought about doing it. For one swift, glorious instant, I was about to move my trembling hands to my gown and unzip it in front of everyone. But sanity took hold, and I finished my speech.

"...So we now go forth, prepared to face a world that needs a new, young generation to show them the way. Thank you, Lincoln High School!"

And that was it. The crowd and my class applauded me, and I took my seat. It was... anti-climactic. I felt kind of a let-down, and a bit disappointed in myself at not "shocking the world" when I had my chance.

After the ceremony, we all gathered in the gym for a reception, all the graduates still in their caps and gowns. There were hugs, and tears, and pictures being taken, and yearbooks being signed.

Barbara came up to me. "That was a wonderful speech," she said. "Better than mine. You really put things into perspective." She gave me a big hug. Then she got a strange look on her face. "Julie... um, what exactly are you wearing under your gown?"

I smiled. "Nothing at all," I said.

Barbara suddenly got a wide-eyed, freaked-out look on her face. "Oh, no! Oh, no no NO! Julie!! Don't you know?!"

"Know what?" I asked.

"Julie, the principal is having everyone line up in the hallway and turn in their cap and gown! If you don't turn them in right there, you don't get your diploma!"

I must admit I did get a bit of a flutter in my stomach, but at the same time I found Barb's reaction a little silly. I wasn't planning on this, but it could be kinda cool.

"Don't worry about it. I'll figure something out," I told her. She looked at me skeptically.

I noticed Susan not far away, with her boyfriend, Bill. She caught Barb's attention blew a kiss towards her. Then Bill did the same. They both smiled and waved. I wondered what that was about, and what Bill had to do with it. Oh well.

I found my parents for one last goodbye. They were going home, while I was planning on running over to Sarah's house, where a change of my clothes awaited.

Then I found Sarah and Lana.

"Ohmygod, J.J., you are in really deep shit," Sarah said.

I ignored her. "C'mon, guys, let's line up to turn in our caps and gowns and get out of here." I already had my tassel and cords, which we got to keep, gathered up in one hand.

"But... but..." Sarah stammered.

"What? You want to say more goodbyes? We can do that later at Crystal's post-graduation party," I pointed out.

"No, it's just..."

The line was swiftly moving forward, as Mr. Davis, the gym teacher, collected each graduate's outfit and checked them off on a list. Before we knew it, it was my turn.

"Here you go," I said. I handed him my cap, and then, like it was no big deal, unzipped my gown and let it fall from my naked body. There was a collective gasp as everyone in the hallway, including maybe thirty classmates and a few parents, turned to look at me.

"JULIE JOHNSON! You... you... how DARE you..." It was Principal Harris. He had briefly stepped into the hallway to observe how the gown check-in was going.

Sarah, Lana, and Mr. Davis both stared at me, looking like their jaws had come unhinged. "Well, that takes care of my stuff. Are we getting out of here?"

"How DARE you?" the principle continued. "After everything this school has done for you? After all the opportunities you've been given, you... SULLY the school this way!" I looked behind me, the only time I acknowledged his presence. His face was bright red, and it looked like a vein was going to burst on his bald head.

Sarah and Lana handed their outfits to a stunned Mr. Davis.

"Well? Shall we?" I gestured for my two friends to join me as we walked towards the school exit.

"JULIE JOHNSON YOU GET BACK HERE! You get back here THIS INSTANT so I can have a word with you!!"

We ignored the principal and kept walking, two fully-dressed women, and one wearing nothing but a pair of shoes. Laughing, arm-in-arm-in-arm with Sarah on my left and Lana on my right, we left Lincoln High School for the last time. 



The Nude Pioneer Ch. 04



"What are we going to do with you? I mean, seriously, what are we going to do with you?!" said my mom.

I sat on the living room couch, facing my dad, who was sitting in a chair with his head in his hands. Mom was pacing back and forth between us.

Dad lifted his head up. "There's nothing we CAN do. She's an adult, she can make her own choices. She made the wrong one, but she has to be free to find her own way."

"Then we can be free not to keep her under our roof!" Mom shouted.

Dad sighed. "Donna, you don't mean that." He turned to me. "We don't think you're a bad person, Julie, but we're trying to understand why you'd do something so brash, so dangerous, so... offensive."

They wanted me to apologize. I knew that's what they wanted. Yet for some reason I just couldn't, because I didn't feel like I had wronged anyone. I was trying to build up the courage to say what I really felt. Instead, I just kept silent.

"How could you just disrobe in front of all those students?" Mom asked. "And parents? And the principal? What were you thinking? And you just went OUT like that?!"

"Just to the car," I said. It was the first thing I had said since my parents sat me on the couch. "Then we drove over to Sarah's and I got dressed there."

"What were you thinking?!" Mom repeated. "ANYthing could have happened to you out there! The car could have broken down. You could have been arrested. You could have been RAPED!"

"Why am I more likely to be raped just because I'm nude?" I responded.

"Julie, honey, you're still very young, and there are some things you don't quite understand about the world, and about men," Dad told me.

I shot daggers at him with my eyes. "DON'T patronize me, Dad. And furthermore, you CAN'T get arrested, because nudity is LEGAL." That wasn't one hundred percent accurate. Nudity was legal, of course, but the police could still arrest and humiliate you, forcing you to defend your rights in front of a judge.

"She does have a point there, Donna," Dad conceded.

"Darren!" Mom shouted back. "This is not NORMAL behavior. Why does our daughter feel the need to offend people?" She turned to me. "And now I hear from Shannon Smith's mother that you organized some kind of... orgy at the lock-in last weekend??"

"It wasn't an orgy," I said quietly. "We just went skinny dipping." I left out the part about Tony getting a blowjob from my fellow co-valedictorian, and then getting seduced and screwed by Sarah's friend Tiffany, right in front of the other girls.

"Ok," Mom said, "I can maybe understand that. I understand the need to go a little wild and crazy, but... Well, there's that, and there's your exposing yourself in front of your classmates, and I happen to know for a fact that you hang out stark naked around the house when you think we're asleep."

"She DOES?" Dad reacted, surprised.

"Oh yes, including when her friends are here. I've snuck downstairs and seen her. THEY all keep their clothes on, but Julie lounges around naked like some... pervert."

"I'm NOT a pervert!" I shouted. "And WHY are you SPYING on me?!"

"I had my suspicions. A mother can sense what's going on with her daughter," she said, matter-of-factly.

"Donna, honey, 'pervert' is a very strong word," Dad said. "She's young. She's trying new things. Expressing herself. It's a phase; she'll grow out of it."

"It's not a PHASE!" I shouted. "I'm eighteen years old, not some f... some little girl still growing up!"

"Phase or not, I still want to understand why you need to do these offensive things," Mom said.

That finally pushed me over the edge. "My body is NOT offensive!" I shouted, standing up. Without even thinking about it, I crossed my arms in front of me, and in one swift motion, lifted my t-shirt and sports bra over my head. I tossed them aside, then pushed my shorts and underwear down, stepped out of them, and tossed them on top of my other clothes. I stood before my parents stark naked, probably for the first time in ten years. "There!" I said. "Is THIS offensive?"

"Oh my God," Mom said quietly, shielding her eyes and turning her head away.

Dad also averted his eyes. "Julie, was that really necessary?"

"Yes. Yes it is. I need to show you that there's nothing offensive or disgusting about my body."

"Actually, it really is quite stunning," Dad mumbled.

"Darren!" Mom shouted.

"Well, a father can be proud, can't he?" Dad asked.

"You're NOT helping," Mom said. "Both of you... you just... ARRRRGH!" She stormed off up the stairs.

I stood there, standing straight and tall and proud, unrepentant in my nakedness.

"That's my daughter: outrageous and lacking in the smallest amount of tact," Dad said, now a little less timid about looking at me. "Reminds me of another woman I know, when she was about your age."

My anger abated a little, and I smiled. Dad referred to me as a "woman," which I appreciated, and I knew Mom had a stubborn streak to match my own.

Dad sighed. "We can't ground you, since you're an adult. And you haven't technically done anything illegal... or anything that I'd even say is morally wrong. BUT..."

"But?" I asked.

"But, there is something you need to handle. Being an adult means taking care of problems on your own and not expecting your parents to fix them."

I groaned. "What?"

"Because of your little 'show' after graduation, Principal Harris is withholding your diploma. Your admission to UW is contingent on you having graduated high school. You need to fix it. You made the choice to do what you did, so it's up to you handle the consequences. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Dad," I said quietly. I suddenly felt very exposed, naked in the living room, with the realization of my situation sinking in.

The phone conversation with the principal did not go well. He demanded eight hours of detention to be served every single day for the next two months. Not only would that kill both of my summer jobs, but also my trip to Lake Winnetonga I had planned with Sarah. He claimed he was "letting me off easy." I got pissed off with him, told him to do something anatomically impossible, and slammed the phone.

"Fuck," I said.

I needed that diploma. There had to be some sort of legal recourse. I wanted to become a lawyer, after all. Was I entitled to a diploma after completing school? I wasn't sure. There was no way I could afford to hire a lawyer, anyway. I curled up on my bed in despair.

After a few minutes I decided to pull myself together, thinking a walk over to Lana's might clear my head. Oddly enough, I was still totally nude at this point. I went downstairs to get my clothes and saw that my wallet had flown off several feet from my shorts. I picked it up, and noticed the business card from Edmund Bryant, Chancellor of the University of Wisconsin. Maybe there was another way to fix this.

Heading back upstairs, I could hear both my parents in their bedroom, arguing. I couldn't tell what they were saying, but I knew it was about me. I closed myself in my room and called the number on the card.

"This is Ed, how can I help you?"

"Um, hi, Mr. Chancellor, sir, this is Julie Johnson. I don't know if you remember, but we met one night back in May..."

"Young Godiva!" he exclaimed. "It would be difficult to forget you, what with your very fashionable attire that evening."

I blushed. Gaining my composure, I told him about how I had worn nothing under my gown at graduation, how I ended up naked in front of the principal when I had to turn it in, and how I was being denied my diploma.

"Do you think what you did was foolish?" he asked in his posh English accent.

"Well, I... um..." I didn't really know how to answer.

"Think hard, and tell me honestly: do you think what you did was foolish?"

I took a deep breath. "No," I said, immediately regretting it. I assumed he wanted me to see the error of my ways, but when I was honest with myself, I realized I'd do it all over again. "I don't think it was foolish."

The chancellor chuckled lightly. "Ms. Johnson, I just finished my annual vision statement for the university. Oh, it's mostly bullshit to be sure, but it does keep the Board of Regents happy. However, there is one part of my vision that I'm dead serious about: I envision this university as a place that teaches young people to become agents of change in the world. I can see that you are already doing your bit."

I didn't know what to say. I simply kept silent.

"With a stroke of a pen and my signature, I can waive any admissions contingency for any student. Consider this matter attended to, Ms. Johnson, and on behalf of the University, welcome!"

"I... I... thank you, Mr. Chancellor!"

"Ed. Please," the Chancellor responded. "I wish you well, Young Godiva. And please, keep my card handy. From what I know of you already, you're going to require friends in high places from time to time."

We ended our phone conversation, leaving me practically giddy. I ran down the hallway to tell my parents, completely forgetting I was still naked. My milky white breasts bounced in front of me and my long auburn hair trailed after me as I ran. I knocked on their door, and Mom answered.

"Julie!" she exclaimed, shielding her eyes. "PLEASE, can you..."

"Donna," Dad interrupted from within the room. "Remember, we just agreed."

It turned out that my parents decided that I could be nude in the house, but had to get dressed whenever they had guests over. I also couldn't be nude in front of my little brother and sister. I thought that was incredibly stupid, but I agreed to respect their wishes.

I told them about my conversation with the chancellor (at least, the part where he said he'd let me in without technically graduating high school), and they were overjoyed. Dad told me he was very proud of me for how I had handled things.

After work a few days later, I was hanging out in our living room with Sarah, Lana, and Crystal. Since my brother Jim was at baseball practice, and my sister Janette was doing soccer, I was free to be nude.

"Middle of the afternoon, and you're naked?" Lana asked. "Isn't that tempting fate? What about your parents?"

I told them about our agreement, getting shocked looks from all three women.

"Hey, what happened with your trip to Alabama?" I asked Lana. "I remember you said it was horrible."

"Yeah, that," Lana replied. She looked at Crystal, not entirely comfortable with her there. Sarah, Lana, and I had been a tight-knit trio since kindergarten, but Crystal was, until recently, only a friend of Sarah's.

"Well," she continued, "I went down to Mobile to see my mom and stepdad. My parents broke up like ten years ago, and my mom went off with this other guy, who became my stepdad a year later. Anyway..." Lana looked at me nervously.

"What is it?" I asked. I was lounging on the couch, my legs dangling over one of the arms and my head in the middle. I was very comfortable, and had completely forgotten my nudity.

"Please don't take this the wrong way," Lana said. "I don't mean this as anything against you. It's just... we're talking about my own mom here, and this other man I don't even know all that well." She paused, and her face flushed red. "It turns out... they're nudists."

My ears immediately perked up, and I swung my legs around and sat on the edge of the couch. "Really?" I asked.

"They told me that now that I was eighteen, and they didn't have to worry about custody issues, they could tell me," Lana said. "They were both in bathrobes, and they just dropped them to the floor in front of me! And I saw my mom, all saggy and old, and my stepdad, all hairy!"

"You poor thing," Crystal said.

I made an annoyed huff. "Why is that so bad? You don't mind ME being naked, do you?"

"That's different," Lana said, waiving a dismissing hand at me. "You're... well, you. And we already know you're not normal, and there's no big shock in seeing you. But we're talking about my MOM here. And it's more than just knowing they're nudists, and more than just seeing them naked... they wanted me to go with them to their 'naturist club.' As if I, of all people, wanted to go to some sex club. It's sick."

"Who said it was a sex club?" I asked.

"Well, why else would everyone get all naked in front of each other?" she replied.

I gestured to myself with both hands. "Hello?!"

"Yeah, but we already established you're not normal," said Sarah.

I stuck my tongue out at Sarah. "I take it you didn't go," I said to Lana.

"Well, duh," she said. "Anyway, enough of that. I'm glad I got that off my chest. What's up this weekend?"

Sarah, Crystal, and I looked at one another. "I don't know how to say this, Lana, but we're going to Lake Winnetonga," Sarah told her.

"Were you going to go without me?" Lana asked.

"No, we were going to invite you," Sarah said, "but from what you just told us, I'm guessing you're not going to want to go."

"Why not?"

"We're going to a very specific part of Lake Winnetonga State Park," I explained.

"What part is that?" asked Lana.

"The naked part," Crystal said.

"Clothing optional," I corrected.

"There's a... a clothing optional part of Lake Winnetonga?" Lana asked, looking more confused than shocked.

"Technically the whole country is clothing optional, but this was a stretch of beach that naturists started using, and it just became customary to be nude there," I said. I had taken the time to read some web sites about the place, learning its history.

Sarah explained about the skinny dipping at the lock-in, and how I had agreed to spend all day naked at the clothing optional beach if she went skinny dipping with me.

"Wait," said Crystal to Sarah, "You told me it was YOUR idea to go naked that night."

"Would you have gone if I had told you it was J.J.'s idea?" (J.J. is what my close friends called me.)

Crystal shook her head no. In the past week or so, I had gotten to know Sarah's friends a lot better, especially Crystal. I used to think she was snotty and bitchy, and she thought I was stuck-up, aloof, and weird. Well, I AM weird, but I hope I don't come off as suck-up and aloof.

"You can come with us if you want," I said to Lana. "I could use all the moral support I can get."

"I don't have to get naked, do I?" she asked.

"No, Julie here is going to be the only one naked, I can guarantee you that!" said Crystal. Crystal, to my great surprise, told us she wanted to come along when we told her of our plans.

Lana sighed. "I'll think about it. I want to be there for J.J., help her through a new experience, but I don't know. I'm still wigged out about my mom."

Later that evening, after my friends had left, I gave Kai a call. We had been chatting back and forth ever since skinny dipping together up in Madison. He was the first man I ever saw naked, which is sad, since I was already eighteen years old at the time.

"So, do you think you can make it?" I asked him.

"I think I might be able to, but lemme tell ya, the idea still scares me, just a bit." He had a beautiful baritone speaking voice.

"You don't have to get naked," I said.

"Yeah, but you'll be. It seems only fair."

"Don't worry about that. As I've told you, I've started getting used to being naked around people, at least a bit. I'm naked right now, in fact."

"Julie, you're one of a kind," Kai said. My heart skipped a bit at his affectionate comment.

"How would you get down from Madison?" I asked.

"My folks gave me their beat-up old Dodge Watt," Kai explained. "Two hundred fifty kilometers on a single charge."

"Weren't those things recalled?"

"The batteries kinda sorta explode on side impact, but as long as you don't crash, they're perfectly safe," Kai joked.

Saturday couldn't come soon enough. I literally jumped out of bed and ran to the shower. Then I got dressed, filled a duffel bag with a towel, sunblock, water, and snacks, and waited for Sarah to pick me up.

Dad got up to see me off, coming downstairs in his bathrobe. Mom usually slept in late on Saturday.

"Where are you going with your friends, again?" Dad asked.

"Lake Winnetonga," I told him.

"Lake Winnetonga," my dad echoed. "Ah." He paused for a moment. "I assume you're going to the nude part, then?"

My dad was an extremely handsome man, very youthful for fifty-six. His thick, full hair was an iron gray, fading into white at his temples, but his skin was smooth and youthful with just a few character lines. He hadn't developed the "middle-aged spread" that afflicted other men his age. Part of that was good genetics (Grandpa was in his eighties and still played racquetball), and part of that was Mom and Dad both went to the gym religiously. Mom was fifty years old but still turned the heads of young men. I think waiting until later in life to have children helped keep them young.

I nodded yes.

"Is it just you and Sarah?"

I told him that Crystal was coming along, and maybe Lana as well. I didn't mention that Kai might also be there. In fact, I can't remember if Dad even knew about Kai at this point.

"That's good. The more friends with you, the better. I want you to be safe, you know."

"I know," I said.

Sarah honked her horn outside, so I kissed him goodbye on the cheek and headed out the door. I saw that both Crystal and Lana were in the back seat, and had saved shotgun for me.

"Lana, you decided to come! Cool!" I said.

"I figure if I don't like it on the nude beach, I could go for a hike around some of the non-nude areas," she said.

The lake itself was really a widening in a river. It was about five kilometers across at its widest and some twenty kilometers long. The state park was along one side of the lake, a ten kilometer stretch of shoreline. Tall bluffs (well, tall by Midwestern standards) lined the shore, and the park offered a lot of trails that wound up and down the terrain. 

We drove into the park and followed the signs to the beach. None of the official markers said anything about the area being clothing optional, but when we got to the beach entrance, we saw the following sheet posted to a bulletin board:

NUDE SUNBATHERS So that everyone may enjoy the park, please respect the following guidelines: 1. The established area for nude recreation is within one kilometer of this entrance. If you leave this area, please cover up out of respect for non-nude park users. 2. Please do not sit on any park benches or public equipment nude without a towel. 3. Please keep music volume to a reasonable level. 4. Please do not swim alone. There is NO LIFEGUARD ON DUTY. 5. Please pick up all empty containers and trash before you leave. GLASS BOTTLES ARE PROHIBITED! 6. Please respect the privacy of other beach users. 7. SEXUAL ACTIVITY OF ANY KIND IS PROHIBITED! Park wardens as well as private citizens regularly patrol the area, and you will be arrested and removed from the park for lewd behavior.

There was an "N" logo at the bottom of the sheet. Beneath, it said "The Naturist Society, Oshkosh, WI." Interesting that they came down to Illinois just to post this, I thought.

"That's a lot of rules for a beach," Crystal said.

"They're just 'guidelines,'" Sarah pointed out.

"Well, here goes nothing," I said as we grabbed our bags and walked through the entrance along the short path that led down the hill towards the beach.

Once at the edge of the hill, we could see a large portion of the beach stretched out in front of us. There they were: several dozen people, almost all of them completely nude. Some sat on folding chairs reading, others were basking in the morning sun. A few men in their thirties or forties were tossing around a frisbee. There were other folks just sitting around on their towels in a group, chatting.

I noticed that only the last few feet of the "beach" was actually sand. The rest of it was a grassy park, with shade trees, benches, barbecue grills, and one or two fire pits. There was a permanent restroom and drinking fountains. The bluffs behind us and across the lake gave the park a very scenic feel, and overall it looked like a very pleasant place to spend a hot summer's day.




The Nude Pioneer Ch. 04



When we arrived, we were by far the youngest people there. There were a few thirty-somethings, but most of the folks there were over fifty, and quite a few looked like grandparents. That felt a little odd to me, but not enough to be concerned about. I honestly had no problem seeing old people naked; I figured we were all naked under our clothes, so why should anyone be ashamed of their bodies?

As if on cue, Crystal said, "Ew, how can these old people show their shriveled-up selves in public?" Crystal herself had runway-model looks, just like Sarah. Tall, leggy, and thin, with not much in the way of breasts, hips or ass. She had golden blonde hair cropped just above her shoulders, blue eyes, and a deep, rich tan - almost as dark as Sarah's. She was the polar opposite of me, with my curvy body, long dark-red hair, and pale skin.

"They're just... hanging out, aren't they?" Lana commented.

We made our way down the hill and found a relatively out-of-the way spot on the grass. It was still fairly early, so there was a lot of open space. It was supposed to get well above 30C today, maybe even up to 35, so I knew it would get more crowded as the day wore on. Our spot had a beautiful, unobstructed view of the lake, and I could see the deep blue water and far shore, crystal clear in the distance. Despite it being hot, there wasn't a hint of haze in the air, and the clear blue sky was dotted with a few puffy white clouds. If ever there was a day for being outside au naturel, it was today.

"Well, J.J., it's time to make good on your promise," Sarah reminded me.

I looked around me nervously. I had dreamt for months about being nude outside on a bright, sunny day, but now came the moment of truth: could I actually do it in front of all these people? All these strangers? I thought about running off to the restroom to undress in private, but that seemed just silly. About ten meters away two guys in their forties set out their towels, put their stuff down, and stripped off their clothes right there like it was nothing.

So I stripped off right there, like it was nothing. I wasn't wearing underwear anyway - just a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. I threw them off into the grass and took a deep breath. Then I opened my eyes - for some reason my eyes were closed - and looked around once more. Everything suddenly seemed brighter, more lively. The grass and trees were more green. The water and sky were more blue. I could feel the cool morning breeze and the warmth of the sun simultaneously, all over my skin.

Meanwhile, Sarah and Crystal stripped down to their swimsuits. Both of them wore string bikinis, and it was obvious that they both regularly tanned in them. Crystal got out her cell and decided to stream some tunes on it. Rich, full, stereo sound came out of the tiny speakers (how do they DO that, anyway?) but it was some crappy top-forty dreck. Both Crystal and Sarah said they wanted to work on their tans, while Lana, still dressed in shorts and a T, found a nearby seat in the shade to read a book.

The first thing I did was put on sunblock. I didn't want to burn highly sensitive parts that had never seen the sun before. I felt a more than a bit self-conscious lotioning up my breasts and ass, but I figured there really wasn't any other way to get totally covered. Or was I supposed to use the restroom for that? I wasn't sure. Anyway, I did it out in the open, but as quickly as I could. Fortunately my full, thick bush would protect me down there without having to rub sunblock in.

"Hey, J.J., you know, a little bit of landscaping never hurt anyone," Sarah said. "I mean, now that you're going out in public like that, it might be something to think about."

I just looked at her with a puzzled expression on my face.

"I'm just saying," she said. "Suit yourself, either way."

I sat on my towel next to Sarah and Crystal, soaking up a bit of sun and getting used to my surroundings. It was still surreal to me, out in the open, totally nude, and no one caring. And all these other naked people, just relaxing and enjoying the outdoors. I saw a family of four walking down the shore. The parents looked to be in their early thirties, and they had two young girls between them. All of them were nude, of course. It didn't occur to me that people would bring their kids, even young children, to a nude beach. I'm not sure why it didn't; now that I was here it seemed perfectly natural.

"Will you look at that," I said. "I wish my parents had done that with me. Or that those had been my parents."

Crystal and Sarah sat up and looked at the family. "I wish that was my husband, not my father," Crystal said, noticing the thick arms and chest and the oversized member swinging between his legs.

"I don't know," said Sarah. "Looks like he's probably a chrome-dome, the way he shaves his head like that."

We people-watched for a little bit while we lay in the sun. I was amazed at the wide varieties of shapes and sizes. Especially interesting to me was the great variety in the human penis. Some of them were so shrunken and stubby that they were barely there, whereas some hung down a lot more, like that man with the wife and two girls. There was also a wide range in shapes and sizes of breasts on the beach. I noticed that about half the women there were completely shaved, though I didn't really spend much time looking at other women's pussies. 

When Sarah and Crystal turned over they both untied the tops of their bikinis. I told them they were being silly, that they should just get rid of their tops entirely if they wanted to avoid tan lines, but they ignored me.

I decided to take a walk around, get to see the place and maybe meet some new people. There were a lot more people there now that it was later in the morning and warmer. I figured there were well over a hundred. I saw that there was a group of people in the water, chatting.

That's where I should be!

I ran down into the lake, out towards where I could dive in. The fresh, cool water felt wonderful. I swam maybe twenty-five meters out, dove underwater for a bit, being careful not to lose my glasses in the process, and just reveled in the freedom of skinny dipping in broad daylight. I floated on my back for a few minutes and watched the clouds drift across the blue sky. It was heaven. Looking down my body, I saw that my boobs stuck out of the water as I floated, my cold-hardened nipples pointing skyward.

Looking back to where my friends were, I saw that Sarah and Crystal had turned back over onto their backs. Sarah had her bikini top draped over her breasts, but to my amusement, Crystal hadn't bothered to put her top on at all. Her tan lines were obvious even from a distance. I also saw Lana, who had put her book down and was busy talking with a young, naked, overweight man. His nudity didn't seem to bother her in the least, and it looked like an animated conversation, from what I could see.

Finally I swam towards the group standing around and chatting. They were a diverse group, ranging in age from maybe late thirties to elderly. The water came up to about waist high where they were, but the women paid no mind to the fact that their breasts were just hanging out in the open. Several of them looked to have cans or plastic bottles of beer. I was wondering if I should interrupt, or how I should introduce myself. Fortunately I didn't have to.

"Hello there, young lady," a man looking to be in his sixties said. He hit me with a barrage of questions. "What's your name? ... Where are you from? ... Is this your first time to 'Tonga Beach?'" That was apparently what they called the clothing optional section. "We don't get a lot of pretty young things like yourself here often." I blushed at that. A younger woman, maybe forty, splashed him out of mock-anger. "How old are you? Twenty-two? Twenty-three?"

"Eighteen," I said. There were some impressed murmurs throughout the group.

"Too bad," the man said. "I'd offer you a beer otherwise."

"Did I say 'eighteen?' I meant 'twenty-one,'" I said, getting laughs from everyone in the group.

"What's your name?" I asked the older man.

"Me? I'm Tom," he said, offering a handshake. I was self-conscious of my breasts jiggling slightly as he shook my hand. "Though, as you can see, I'm also hairy, and my girlfriend here thinks I'm a dick."

"I'm not your girlfriend, you dirty old man," said the forty-ish woman, giving him another playful splash. Then she turned to me. "I'm Sally. Nice to meet you."

I got to meet everyone in the group. There were about a dozen of them in the water.

"Are you some kind of club?" I asked.

"Yes," another man in the group said. "We're a naturist club. Non-landed." I learned that meant they didn't have grounds of their own, but visited other places. "We call ourselves the Chicago Bares."

"Didn't the Bears move to Los Angeles?" I asked.

"Not B-E-A-R-S. B-A-R-E-S," he corrected me. "And thank you so much from bringing up such a painful subject. While you're at it, why not give me a nice paper cut and pour lemon juice on it?"

"She's way too young to get that," an old woman with long, gray hair and gigantic breasts said.

"Oh come on, I've seen 'The Princess Bride.'" Though it was made decades before I was even born.

I was starting to get to know each of the "Bares" by name. I had never met such a friendly bunch. Despite them all being much older than me, I really felt like one of them, like part of the group. I was educated on some of the ins and outs of nudism, and nudist etiquette. They all wanted to know about my school plans and what I was studying. They also asked about the friends I had brought along with me. I told them that I had agreed to go naked, but they probably weren't going to do so.

"Well, your one friend seems to be getting more comfortable," Sally said, pointing over to Lana. I was shocked to see that Lana was completely topless, dressed only in shorts and sandals. She was standing around chatting with several people now, including the young guy she had met earlier.

I was dying to know what Lana was thinking about all this, so I excused myself from the Bares and walked out of the water. I felt the water drip off of my naked body as I exited the lake, and blushed just a bit knowing I was exposing my bare ass to the group. Of course, I was also exposing my bare front to everyone on the beach.

"J.J., this is Brian. Brian, Julie," Lana introduced us, and also introduced me to his parents, who were there with him. Brian turned out to be a Northwestern University student who was raised as a nudist. Lana looked very at-ease being topless, making no effort to hide her breasts.

"Julie's been sort of an 'at home' nudist, so this was all her idea." Well, no, it was Sarah's, but I didn't want to correct her. "It's her first time out. Mine too, I guess," she said, blushing.

I wanted to ask Brian what growing up as a nudist was like when I saw a young guy walk down from the entrance path. He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, carrying a bag with him and looking a little bit lost and nervous. Was it Kai? I had only ever seen him in the dark. He had short, light brown hair and those same, slightly sad eyes I remembered from that night.

I excused myself from Brian's family and Lana, and ran over to see him.

"Kai, is that you?"

"Julie?" I saw Kai's eyes dart downward from my own, for just a split-second, then back up. I had to suppress a smile. "You look... well, you look great." I'm sure I did, totally nude and still slightly damp from the water. I was also starting to get a bit of color to my skin, even with the sunblock on.

I was thrilled that he made it, but I knew I had to play it cool and curb my enthusiasm a bit. "It's good to see you here," I said, pleasantly. "I was wondering if you'd make it."

"I'm not much of a morning person, but I got going as soon as I could," he said. "It took several hours to get down, and I... I..."

I started shaking out my long wet hair, more to tease him than anything else. He just started stammering, and couldn't complete a sentence. I was enjoying the effect I was having on him.

"Do you think you'll get naked like me?" I asked him.

"I was thinking about it... it's dang hot out. But... maybe not right at the moment," he said.

I had to suppress a laugh. The reason he couldn't get naked at that moment was the obvious bulge in his jeans. I love getting a rise out of a man.

"Come on, I'll introduce you, or reintroduce you, to my other friends!" I said, swaying my hips ever so slightly as I walked in front of him.

Crystal was still lying out topless, but Sarah had tied her top back on. I introduced Kai, and they exchanged pleasantries. We were interrupted, though, by Lana running towards us, shouting.

"I'm NAKED! I'm NAKED!" she said, merrily skipping towards us. And naked she was indeed. She had even shed her sandals. I noticed she had shed a lot of weight, maybe ten kilos, since the winter before, but was still a bit plump. Her short brown hair, blue eyes, and slightly chubby cheeks gave her face an angelic, innocent look. Her breasts, somewhat smaller than mine, bounced happily along with her.

Lana stopped in front of us and noticed Kai for the first time. Her face turned beet red.

"Lana! It's so cool you could... 'join us,'" I said.

"You're Kai, right?" Lana asked. Kai reintroduced himself and they shook hands. "This is... ah, this is my first time... like this," she said, gesturing towards herself. "I can't believe I did it! It feels so awesome!" Then she said quietly to me, "I thought it would be, you know, sexual and all, but I don't feel turned on in any way. It's just natural and feels good."

I hadn't really thought about it until then, but I knew exactly what she meant. I didn't feel turned on either. It was like showering with the girls in gym, or hanging out at home with Sarah, Lana, and Crystal. Why was that? I started to think that maybe in the cases when it excited me, I was "naked," but right now I was simply "nude." Silly bit of semantics, but "naked" seemed to me a state where you were "exposed" somewhere where you shouldn't be. It was naughty. In a public park back home was "naked." Walking the streets of Madison was "naked." "Nude" simply meant you didn't have clothes on, but it was entirely appropriate, like taking a shower, or being at a nude beach, where people expected it and no one batted an eye. There was nothing naughty about being nude here.

Of course, most people just use "nude" and "naked" interchangeably.

"So is Kai going to get naked too?" Lana asked enthusiastically, but without a hint of sensuality, as if she were asking if he'd join us in a card game.

"Yeah, Kai," I said to him. "We've seen it all before." Well, Crystal hadn't.

"You told me over the phone I didn't have to," Kai said with a smile.

"You still don't have to," I smiled right back, "but Lana and I might call you a pussy if you don't." I was so evil. I got the sense that Kai really wanted to get nude with us, but maybe needed our "permission." I figured a little prodding on our part might do the trick. And it did.

"Well, if that's how you feel..." Kai pulled off his t-shirt. He was quite thin, but by no means scrawny. I admired his flat stomach and well-defined biceps and pecs. They weren't all that big, but the sunlight played up the shadows nicely. His shoulders were also quite wide, giving his upper body a pleasant wedge shape. 

After taking off his socks and shoes, he paused for a moment and looked around nervously. "Sorry," he said. "This is still new, and more than a little weird for me." He gathered up his courage and slid his jeans and underwear together down his legs.

He wasn't hard anymore, but he wasn't all shrunken into his pubic hair like he was after swimming that one night. I tried to get a good look at his penis, but it was hard to do so without looking obvious about it. Kai wanted to sit down and take it easy for a while, so he, Lana, and I decided to lie in the sun with Sarah and Crystal.

"Kai, you better put some sunblock on, or you'll regret it," Sarah told him, noting his pale complexion. His arms and legs were nicely tanned, but the whole area from his mid-thighs to his neck was blindingly white.

"It'll tan, then I'll be fine," he said.

"Do you really want to get sunburnt in your... most delicate places? J.J., why don't you help Kai lotion up?" Sarah suggested with a wink. Kai and I both blushed.

I handed Kai a bottle of lotion and he turned his back to me and started doing his arms and chest. I admired his nude backside, how the muscles of his back moved as he worked the lotion into his skin. I was really starting to build up a crush on this man. He was sweet and shy and intelligent and cute, but more than anything I loved his rich baritone voice. I couldn't resist: I had to tease him some more, play with him. A naked man in front of me just begged to be played with. Being as unexperienced as I was, I wasn't sure exactly what to do, but one move obviously presented itself.

I waited for him to finish lotioning his front, noting how he spent one last quick motion right between his legs, obviously trying to get his cock and balls covered as stealthfully as possible. Now was my chance.

"I can do your back," I said boldly, despite my inner nervousness.

Kai turned around, revealing that his penis was just a bit more swollen, but by no mean hard. It looked so tantalizing, just hanging there in front of his sack, glistening from the sunblock he had just applied to it. He handed me back the sunblock.

"I... I wouldn't mind if you got my back. Go ahead," he said.

Kai was only a few inches taller than me, so I had no problem working the lotion into his shoulders and the back of his neck. I gently pinched and massaged his shoulders, feeling the tension that was there. I moved down to the middle of his back, rubbing my open palms all along his skin in broad circles. I reached around under his arms to his chest, finding his nipples and brushing against them ever so slightly with my fingers. He stumbled a bit when I did that.

"Julie, be careful there, I..."

"Are you ok?" I asked innocently.

"Oh, nothing. I mean I'm fine."

I continued working down to his lower back, letting my fingers run gently up and down his spine. This was fun. I touched him the way I would want to be touched: gently and leisurely. I knew it didn't take nearly this long to rub sunblock in, but I was really starting to relish what I was doing. Kai was starting to breathe in short bursts.

"Are you sure you're ok?" I asked him again.

"I'm fine!" he said as his voice cracked slightly. Then I thought I heard him whisper, "Baseball. Just think about baseball." What a strange thing to say!

I skipped over his butt and went for his thighs, even though I knew he'd already gotten them. I slowly stroked up, then down, then up, then down the back of each leg. Kai let out a tight hiss of air. I decided that now was the time to go for his butt. Here I knew I was treading a fine line, and we'd get kicked off the beach if I spent too long. I couldn't help it, though: I'd never gotten to grab a man's ass. I squirted some more sunblock into my hands and quickly rubbed it into his ass. It was wonderful, soft yet firm. A little bit hairy, but they were wispy, blonde hairs, barely noticeable. He rose up onto the balls of his feet ever so slightly.

"Yipes, uh, Julie..." he said.

I stopped lotioning his butt and ran my hands towards the insides of his thighs. Then it happened: I brushed up against something there! It was either his balls or his cock, I wasn't sure. But Kai jumped about two feet in the air, spun around and faced me.

His dick was pointing straight out!

"Stand in front of me. Just stand in front of me! Oh, God, I can't believe you did that!" he said, quickly covering his crotch with his hands.




The Nude Pioneer Ch. 04



"Did what?" I asked him.

Kai smiled. "Don't tell me that wasn't on purpose. Now I..."

"Now I think you need to sit down," I said, taking him by the hand and sitting cross-legged on the grass. He sat directly in front of me, his hands in his lap.

Sarah, lying right behind me, sat up and whispered into my ear, "Damn, girl, I didn't know you had that in you. That was some show you put on!"

I reached out and touched Kai on his lower leg. "I'm sorry I did that to you, Kai. I didn't know that would happen, and I really didn't mean to touch you... um, where I did."

Kai blushed and smiled, and took my hand in his. "It's ok, Julie, it's just that I've never been naked in public like this, I mean other than the one night, and I can't handle it very well yet. I'm not experienced the way you are." He looked me in the eyes and started massaging my fingers with this thumb. It felt nice with both of our hands still slippery with lotion.

Heh. Me, experienced?

I realized that, sitting the way I was, my pussy was spread wide open for him. He kept one arm strategically placed in front of his crotch, but I wasn't similarly modest. I liked the fact that I showing him my most intimate parts. I decided we'd stay like this so I could watch his reaction.

"So, how's the job?" I asked.

"Sucks," he said, his eyes darting quickly down to my pussy and back up. "I'm flipping burgers for the third straight year."

"Well, I'm making subs," I said. I didn't mention that I was submitting a story every week to the local newspaper, but since they only paid me a few bucks per story, and only actually published me a couple of times, it hardly counted.

"Yeah, but I have two years of college under my belt now. Sometimes I wish I had picked a better major, like computer science or something."

"Ugh, computers suck," I said. I had lost more than my share of school papers. The march of progress always seemed to leave computers behind.

"Yeah, but at least by now I'd have a summer internship. Ah, who am I kidding? I tried taking programming and couldn't wrap my head around it." He took another sneak peek at my pussy. I myself was starting to get really turned on. Every time I saw his eyes sneak down, I felt a surge of excitement. I could feel my pussy getting wet, and wondered how long it would be before it started to show.

This wasn't "nude," it was "naked."

"That surprises me," I said. "You seem really smart."

"I'm starting to think doing Music Ed. wasn't the smartest thing in the world. I tried to get a job giving lessons at a music store, but no one was hiring, and they only want teachers with full four-year degrees."

"What would you teach?" I asked him.

"Voice, of course, but I also play guitar." He lingered a bit longer at my crotch this time. I wonder if he knew that I knew he was looking...

"You should join a band," I said.

"A band? I don't know, I don't feel like I'm cool enough to be in a band," he said.

"I bet you could. You know, I still haven't heard you sing. Even over the phone."

Kai blushed. "I... I suppose I could sing for you sometime. But not here."

I noticed Kai had removed his arm from in front of his crotch, and I could get a good look at his package. His dick was a lot more shrunken now, but still just as beautiful. Is that strange, thinking of it as beautiful? Anyway, now it was me stealing glances at his crotch. I could start to smell my own arousal, and was embarrassed to realize that my nipples had gotten hard despite the oppressive heat.

I stood up. "Hey, let's go swimming!" I said. I had to get the musky scent of pussy juice washed off before more people noticed.

"Cool," Kai said. "Sarah? Um... Crystal," he said to my friends, remembering their names.

"Yeah, I'd love to," Crystal said. She started to reach for her bikini top, then said, "Ah, fuck it," and got to her feet clad only in her string bikini bottoms. She reached for Sarah's hand and pulled her up off of her towel. Sarah, of course, still had her full bikini on.

I noticed that Lana was already in the water with Brian, chatting with the "Chicago Bares." We made our way into the water and swam over to them. The Bares were very interested in getting to know Kai and Crystal, though I noticed they gave Sarah a bit of the cold shoulder. That annoyed me, just slightly.

"It's so great to see young people get interested in naturism," one of them said. "It seems like it's always just us old folks who are involved. Though when I was eighteen I'd never do this."

"I think this was all Julie's idea, am I right?" Sally asked. "Three cheers for Julie!"

Before they could start cheering me, I interrupted, "Actually, it was Sarah's idea to come here."

"Really," Tom said. "Why don't you get more comfortable? That suit's just going to get damp and clammy. Take it off!" Sally elbowed him in the ribs; I think it was genuine anger this time and not just playfulness.

"It's... it's just not my thing, that's all," Sarah said.

The conversation seemed to really die down at that point, and Kai suggested that we all (me, Sarah, Crystal, Lana, Brian, and him) all go off for a bit of a swim. We thought it was a great idea, and took off from the rest of the group. We swam out into deeper water, where we all had to tread to stay afloat.

"I love swimming nude," Kai said. "It feels so free!" He floated on his back, pedaling his legs to stay afloat. I noticed his limp dick lying above the surface of the water.

So did Sarah. "Hey, is Kai going to extend his mast for us?" I don't think he could hear with his ears in the water, but I could. I gave her a splash. Sarah splashed back, and next thing we knew, we were all horsing around in the deep water.

Suddenly, Sarah screamed. "Aaah, Crystal, you bitch, give me back my top!" Crystal treaded water with one hand, while holding her prize up in the other. Sarah came after her, but Crystal threw her top to Lana, who swam off with it.

"Sorry, Sar, Brian and I are done swimming, so we're going to hang out on the shore," and she and Brain left with Sarah's top.

"I'll get you for that," Sarah said to Crystal, and dove underwater. Crystal yelped, and Sarah emerged with her bottoms, twirling them in her hand. "How do you like THAT?!"

"Actually, it feels very nice to be nude now," Crystal said, sticking her tongue out at Sarah.

"I like your friends," Kai said to me.

After some more playing around in the water, we all emerged. The only person who had any clothing on at all now was Sarah, with her bottoms. She also carried Crystal's bottoms with her. When the Bares saw that we had shed more of our clothes, they all cheered.

"Hey, this IS nice," Crystal commented. "I'll be dry in a few minutes. I think I'll go and work on an all-over tan." The tall, thin blonde turned plenty of heads as she confidently strode back to her towel. I also noticed that Sarah made no attempt to retrieve her top from Lana, but just lay out on her back, letting her white breasts darken in the sun.

We had a very pleasant afternoon. The Bares had brought burgers and brats to cook on the grill, and shared them with us. I smiled as Crystal sat down at a picnic bench with us to eat, not at all bothered by her own or anyone else's nudity. Another convert, I thought. Sarah also ate with us, but still kept her bottoms on.

"Wow, I never imagined just sitting down to eat naked with a bunch of near strangers," Kai said.

"How does it feel?" I asked.

Kai thought for a moment, chewing and swallowing his burger. "Oddly... natural."

As the afternoon wore on we all went out to a more open area of the beach and tossed around a frisbee. We also joined a volleyball game, though it was clear that none of us was up to the level of skill of the other players.

"Don't worry about that," Tom told me. "Volleyball is 'the official sport of nudism,' so you're going to run into some very good players out here."

Finally, Kai had to get back to Madison. He got dressed and packed up his bag. Saying goodbye, he took hold of both my hands, facing me.

"Thank you, Julie. This was... this was one of the most amazing experiences of my life so far. If you'd told me a few months ago that I'd spend a day on a nude beach, buck-ass naked, playing volleyball, eating burgers... I would have told them they were crazy. If it hadn't been for you, I never would have tried anything like this."

Kai kissed me on the cheek. Behind me, Sarah and Crystal whistled and applauded. We both turned red.

"Call me when you get back to Madison," I told him.

There wasn't any touching goodbye between Lana and Brian, but they did exchange contact info.

As the afternoon turned to evening, more and more people started leaving. There were only a handful of people left as the sun was approaching the bluffs on the other side of the lake. We decided that was our cue to pack up and leave.

I found my clothes and towel and stuffed them in my bag, putting on only my sandals.

"Aren't you going to get dressed?" Lana asked me. Everyone else had their clothes on.

"Why? It's still hot and I'm comfortable."

"Well, you certainly kept up your end of the deal," Sarah said.

We walked up the path to the parking lot. As we were loading the car, one of the guys from the beach approached me. I hadn't met him, but I had seen him out all day. He was in his fifties, and wore nothing but a long t-shirt that just barely covered his privates.

"Hey, missy," he said, "the parking lot is not part of the traditional clothing optional area. You really need to cover up."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because you'll cause conflicts with the other park users," he said, as if reading a pamphlet.

"So what? If they can't deal with seeing a naked woman, that's their problem, not mine. And you're a fucking hypocrite, I mean, you're barely covered anyway."

The man huffed and stormed away angrily. I noticed in the failing light that I was getting several other dirty looks.

"Fuck them," I said. "I'm not getting dressed."

"Well, you're not sitting your bare ass in my car without a towel," Sarah said. I extracted my towel from my bag, then shut the bag in the trunk with everything else. I sat shotgun just like before.

"So, what do you think of Kai," I asked my friends.

"He seems really sweet," said Lana. "But I thought he was sweet when we met him in Madison. I could do without those two friends of his, though."

"He seemed... kinda small to me," Crystal commented.

"I know he's a little skinny, but not that much," I said.

"I wasn't talking about his body," Crystal said.

"Oh, he was NOT that small. YOU'RE just a fucking size queen," Sarah teased her.

I noted to Lana about how easily she seemed to convert to nudism.

"When I saw what it was all about, it didn't take long," she said. "I met Brian, and told him all about my mom and stepdad, and... well... let's just say he educated me a bit."

"Do you think you'll call your mom and talk about it?" I asked.

"Are you kidding? I'm going to call her the first chance I get!"

On the way home I think we got several honks from truck drivers, but otherwise we got home without incident. We pulled up in front of my house, and I got out and went to get my bag out of the trunk. I looked around and saw no one else out. It was almost midnight at this point, and I lived on a pretty sleepy street. Still, I was a bit on edge, this being the place I grew up, with neighbors who had known me my whole life. The cool, still night air felt great on my skin, though, and I had no intention of covering up. I grabbed my bag, said goodbye to my friends, and walked up and into my house.

Mom and Dad were waiting for me, sitting on the couch.

They were both completely nude. 



The Nude Pioneer



"I think your folks are back asleep," she whispered.

Without saying anything, and without getting dressed, I simply stepped out of the bathroom to the astonished looks of Lana and Sarah. Both of them were speechless.

Not much more worth noting happened that night. The three of us sat around, reminiscing about the thirteen years we knew one another, and how that would probably be coming to an end. In all of the melancholy my nudity was more or less forgotten (except that Sarah insisted I sit on my shirt and not put my bare ass on the couch).

The next day I learned that my grandmother gave me a check for $1800 for my birthday! My parents insisted I save it for spending money at college, but I did want to improve my wardrobe. I bought some fashionable, low-cut blouses and form-fitting sweaters. Although I never stopped liking the comfort and utility of cargo pants, I did buy some tighter jeans to wear. Over the next several weeks I slowly incorporated the new outfits into my daily dress.

I had started to think that maybe the incident on my eighteenth birthday was just an isolated bout of temporary insanity. Sarah and Lana, being the good and loyal friends they were, said nothing about it to anyone, so I could very easily have forgotten it ever happened. However, one day after a particularly rigorous gym class - we were playing some very intense volleyball - everyone was sweaty and stinky. Even I was, and I don't sweat that much. Now, we had showers, and the gym teachers did everything they could to encourage students to use them, but no one, and I mean NO ONE was going to get naked in front of her classmates. Not in this day and age of American prudishness. But I smelled myself, and I smelled the girls around me, and I made my decision.

"Fuck this. I reek. I'm taking a shower."

While the other girls were huddled in front of their individual lockers, busy trying to change out of their sports bras while somehow avoiding the trauma of showing their nipples to another human being, I casually and nonchalantly pulled off my gym shirt. Then I pushed down my shorts, crossed my arms and pulled off my sports bra, letting my breasts bounce free. Finally, with no hesitation at all, I slid my panties down my legs, grabbed a towel from the long-neglected towel rack and walked in front of fifteen stunned high school girls to the showers.

Most of the girls that day, and the rest of days that year, joined me in the shower. Maybe I was born to be a pioneer after all.