3 comments/ 7987 views/ 7 favorites Freshers Ch. 01 By: The_Rat_in_the_Hat Author's note - Hi friends! Well, here it is, the long-awaited follow-up to 'Un Sejour Inoubliable dans le Sud de France'. If you are new to the Tommy, Beth and Terri series, please be sure to read 'Tommy Meets Terri' for the full background story. But if you don't have time for that, I'll give you a quick synopsis:- Tommy and Beth are twins who have recently embarked on an incestuous love affair. Into the mix is added Beth's best friend Terri, a girl from a very sheltered and conservative family who until recently had never seen a naked male before. All that changed one afternoon on a visit to Beth's house (see Tommy Meets Terri) when Beth persuades her twin brother to help her give Terri a unique lesson on the wonders of the male body (and a lot more besides!). Following their encounter in 'Tommy Meets Terri', our trio embark on a holiday to the south of France (see Un Sejour...). Whilst in France, the three of them continue their sexual adventure and also meet up with Alex and Jenny, a brother and sister from America who are backpacking their way around Europe. Tommy soon begins having erotic thoughts about Alex and eventually they both find out that their feelings are mutual and the two of them come to discover that they are bisexual. This new story follows our trio over the course of their first year in university in the historic city of York in the north of England in 1985 as they continue their relationships with each other and make new discoveries along the way. However, they soon discover that the halcyon days of their French sojourn will give way to the realities of adult life. As ever, all characters are over the age of 18, and no similarities with any persons, living or dead, or any companies/corporations is intended and are entirely coincidental. Hope you enjoy the story! ***** Chapter One - September 1985 Leaving Home (Beth) Today would be an emotional day. We always knew it would be ever since Tommy and I had both been accepted for our university places. Today was the day we moved away from the family home on the Sussex coast to our little rented flat above an antiques shop in York, over 270 miles away. Most of our belongings and most of our clothes and things had already been carted up there before our recent (and unforgettable) holiday in France, so all we had to take with us were our suitcases containing the remainder of our wardrobes, our toiletries and a few days worth of provisions. Oh, and Tommy's guitar! It was his prized possession; a Gibson Les Paul with a cherry sunburst finish. Mum and Dad had offered to drive us, but Tommy and I, ever in the mood for adventure, decided it would be more fun to take the train there instead. Of course, our parents were a little dismayed that we wanted to make the journey by ourselves, but they were somewhat relieved our goodbyes wouldn't have to be drawn out over the course of the entire day of travelling, and as a treat, Dad paid for us to travel first class. "Are you quite sure the two of you will be okay?" Mum asked, concerned for us as always, "You'll have to find your way across London during rush hour to get to Kings Cross." "I'm sure we'll manage." Tommy said patiently. Our journey involved having to make our way from Victoria station, where our first train from Brighton terminated, across the busy centre of London to Kings Cross station in order to make our connection for the train to York. "We'll take a taxi from Victoria if necessary." "It won't be cheap." Mum cautioned. "I know, but we'll do it that way if it puts your mind at rest." Tommy replied. "Here." Dad said, rifling through his wallet and producing three crisp £5 notes, "This should take care of the taxi fare. And there should be enough for the two of you to get something for lunch along the way." "Thanks Daddy, we really appreciate it!" I said as I gave him a brief hug of thanks. "Well, your mother and I know how tight things can be for students. When I was at Oxford I led something of a hand-to-mouth existence myself, so I know how short the two of you will be for cash - at least until your student grants come through and you can get yourselves some part-time work." Dad was the first in his family to ever go to university - he managed to get into Oxford University to study mathematics and physics. To say that granny and granDad were proud of him would be an understatement! He met our Mum there one evening in a pub where he was working, she was studying philosophy and was out with friends when their eyes met across the crowded bar. They soon fell in love and the rest as they say, is history. "Is that everything?" Tommy said as he wheeled our cases outside onto the driveway. Dad surveyed the scene briefly. "Looks like it, Thomas. We'd best get you kids down to the station - as much as your mother and I would like you to not leave, we don't want you to miss your train!" Just then, there was a squeal of bicycle brakes outside. "Hiya! I couldn't let the two of you go without coming over to say goodbye!" Came the familiar voice. "Hi Terri." I said as I gave my dear friend a warm hug. "I'm really going to miss you two." Terri said, a little tearfully as we parted. "And we'll miss you too Terri." Tommy added as he gave Terri a goodbye hug of his own. Our holiday had been a truly life-altering experience, for Tommy and Terri particularly. She had lost her virginity to Tommy and had really come out of her shell. There had been one or two occasions where her over-compensating impetuousness had let her down, including one memorable evening when she had far too much to drink, but she was well on the road to blossoming into a confident young woman - the only stumbling-block in her life was her conservatively domineering mother. "Have you told your Mum yet?" I asked her in a whisper, "About you... y'know, losing your virginity?" Terri sighed heavily. "I know I said I was going to." She said eventually, "But I just can't bring myself to do it y'know. She'd go... bloody ballistic! She'd demand to know what boy 'took advantage' of me, y'know because I couldn't possibly have consented could I? A pure white-as-the-driven-snow virgin from a good and morally respectable, God-fearing family? No, she'd try to make out that Tommy raped me or something, and I couldn't put Tommy through anything like that!" "You've got to stand up to her." I said, looking her in the eye, "Otherwise she'll rule your life forever. And as for accusing Tommy of taking advantage of you, there's no way she could ever prove anything and besides, I was there remember?" "I know, I know." Terri groaned in reply, "And I will stand up to her. But it has to be the right time - I'm just not quite ready yet." "Come on kids! We need to get a move on!" Mum said as she got into the car. "You'll be home for Christmas won't you?" Terri asked. "Of course we will." Tommy answered. "You know our address if you want to write and you have our phone number, you can ring us any time." I added, "If you ever need to talk about anything we'll always be just a phone call away." "Thanks Beth, that means a lot." Terri said, wiping a tear from her cheek, "I'm really going to miss you guys!" "And we'll miss you too Terri." Tommy said, giving her a friendly peck on the cheek, "We'll be back here before you know it." We looked back at her as Tommy and I got into the car and Dad started up the engine. "I hope she'll be okay." I said to Tommy as we pulled away, leaving Terri on our driveway alone and waving us goodbye. "She'll be fine." Mum said reassuringly over her shoulder as we drove down the street, "We'll keep an eye on her for you." "I hope so." I said. Mum didn't know the full story about Terri. She knew about her strict upbringing, but she had no idea about what we had got up to in France. Besides her losing her virginity to Tommy, much more had happened to Terri during our memorable trip to the south of France. She had discovered Tommy and I having sex on our second night in France and for a horrible while I thought our friendship would be over. To my surprise however, she was more upset that Tommy was apparently 'taken' because she had eyes upon him herself. I didn't feel it was fair to have Tommy all to myself, especially since because we were brother and sister, what we were already doing was morally wrong, so sharing him with Terri wouldn't really make much difference to me. So I asked Tommy if he wouldn't mind having sex with her. He agreed of course, I mean what boy wouldn't? And it was to prove to be the beginning of an unforgettable sexual and emotional journey for all three of us. And then we met Alex and Jenny of course, which added a whole new dimension to our lives - especially for Tommy. I had always suspected there was more to my dear twin brother than met the eye. He was always such a sensitive boy you see, quite unlike his friends who were always only too happy to flex their muscles and try their best to come across as burly macho guys. It wasn't that Tommy was in any way effeminate. It was just that, unlike his contemporaries, Tommy wasn't afraid to show his sensitive, more feminine side from time to time. He was passionate about cooking and loved reading poetry, but he still did all the usual masculine stuff - he used to love riding his BMX with his mates and he loved heavy metal and classic rock, and he and Dad were both passionate about football and were keen supporters of the local team, Westborough United. But during our holiday when it became apparent that he was attracted to boys as well as girls, well let me just say that I wasn't entirely surprised by the revelation. Tommy had fallen in love with Alex, and to his surprise the feeling was mutual. He and Alex even went out on a date together which led to a rather romantic nocturnal liaison on the beach near our rented villa. I know he expected me to feel betrayed and furiously jealous about it all, but quite to the contrary, I was delighted for him. I knew it was something that would take some getting used to, for both of us really, but I knew that denying his feelings about boys would tear him up inside so I was somewhat relieved when it was all out in the open. If only he had been able to come out to Mum and Dad about it. I knew our parents, in stark contrast to Terri's Mum, would be okay about Tommy being bisexual, but I knew it was Tommy's decision about when he felt confident enough to tell them. He knew he had my undying support, and I'd be right behind him whenever he decided to tell Mum and Dad about his sexuality. An uneasy silence descended upon the car as Dad drove us from our home town to the main railway station in the neighbouring town of Brighton. We could have caught the train in Westborough-on-sea but there was no direct service to London from there, so it made sense to head straight for Brighton and avoid having to change trains. I guess we were all pretty much lost to our own thoughts - leaving home was such a big step for Tommy and me, and suddenly having an empty home for Mum and Dad would take some getting used to for them. Of course they were overjoyed about us going to university, and even more so when by sheer chance we were both accepted into courses in the same city. Tommy was studying archaeology at the University of North Yorkshire, while I had been accepted onto a degree course in fashion design and art at the York Institute of Art & Design. The two campuses were a couple of miles apart, either side of the city centre, and the little flat our parents had rented for us was nicely located at the southern end of the city centre roughly halfway between the two campuses. For a moment, I wondered what our American friends Alex and Jenny were up to at that very moment. They were spending a year backpacking around Europe, slumming it from one hostel to another. We first encountered them on the beach near our rented villa. Well, in truth it was Tommy who met them first while he was fetching us some drinks at the little beach kiosk - my first meeting with them was under somewhat different circumstances... While we were at the beach, I stumbled across a little passageway through the cliffs that led to a hidden cove. The next time we went to the beach, I took Tommy and Terri to show them the little cove I found. When we found it, we stumbled upon something we never expected to find: a naked young couple in the euphoric throes of making love. A young couple that turned out to be the young Americans Tommy had met only a couple of days earlier, and I was shocked to find out that like Tommy and me, this couple in the act of having sex were also brother and sister. After a somewhat shaky start, we found out we got on famously with them and we spent the rest of that day playing and cavorting in the altogether with our new friends. Many an inhibition was shed that afternoon! After half an hour or so, we pulled up outside Brighton railway station. Mum joined Tommy and I in the station concourse whilst Dad went and found somewhere to park the car. He rejoined us a few minutes later. "Well then, looks like this is it." He said as he found us. "You're quite sure you'll be okay getting across London?" Mum asked for what felt like the hundredth time. "They'll be fine." Dad said reassuringly placing his hand on Mum's arm, "They're fully grown adults now. They managed to get themselves to and from the south of France okay. I think they can manage to get themselves to York without too much bother." "You're right, I know." Mum sighed in reply, "You'll just have to forgive me for getting a bit emotional. My babies are leaving home!" "They're my babies too." Dad said as he draped a comforting arm over Mum's shoulder, "I know exactly how you feel." Just then the station announcer's voice crackled into life over the public address system. "Platform 5 for the 07:35 service to London Victoria, calling at Haywards Heath, Gatwick Airport, East Croydon, Clapham Junction and London Victoria. Platform 5 for the 07:35 service to London Victoria." "Well, that's us." Tommy said, picking up his suitcase and his guitar case. Mum and Dad accompanied us to the train and helped us stow our luggage on board. In those days, first class carriages still consisted of individual compartments, and Tommy and I had a compartment all to ourselves. Well, at least until the next stop - it was a rush hour commuter service and it would be almost certainly be standing room only by the time our train arrived in London. There were tears a-plenty as we kissed Mum and Dad goodbye, especially from Mum and I, and even Dad and Tommy shed a few tears as the train door slammed shut and the guard blew his whistle. We leant out of the window as the train's motors whirred into life and gently gathered speed. Our parents jogged alongside right up until they reached the very end of the platform. With one final wave goodbye we left our old life with our parents behind. We were on our way. The Journey (Tommy) I looked at my sister as our train left Brighton station and we began our journey northwards to London. Poor Beth was in tears, bless her, and so I did what was expected of me as a caring, thoughtful brother and gathered her in my arms. This was not just a hug of fraternal love, but also one of genuine ardour. I loved my sister like no one else on earth. I knew it was wrong to have such feelings for her - society tends to take a dim view of incest - but I simply could not deny those feelings. I knew Beth felt the same way about me. Maybe there is some truth in twins having a psychic connection. Now out of sight of our parents, I leant in and kissed Beth. Whenever we kiss I feel as though everything is all right with the world, as if not even a nuclear explosion could distract us from our love for each other. Little jolts of electricity race up and down my limbs whenever my skin touches hers, and my whole being feels so deeply connected to her that I could swear sometimes we become some kind of shared consciousness. "Come on." I said with a sigh as soothingly and reassuringly as I could, "We've got a long ride ahead of us - fancy a game of cards to help pass the time?" We retreated to our compartment and I extracted a pack of playing cards from my coat pocket and sat down to play. It was only a simple game of Patience, or Solitaire as our American friends would no doubt have known it, but it helped to pass the time for a while. With each stop along the way, the train was boarded by more and more commuters. In standard class it was sure to be standing room only. By the time we reached the penultimate stop at Clapham Junction, which proudly boasted a sign announcing itself to be 'Britain's Busiest Railway Station,' even first class was getting pretty crowded. Our train pulled into the terminus at Victoria station just over 90 minutes after leaving Brighton. Suddenly, we found ourselves immersed in the frenetic hustle and bustle of the London rush hour; there were people everywhere! We were no strangers to London. Mum and Dad regularly took us on excursions into the capital throughout our childhood, for sightseeing, visiting museums and for numerous shopping expeditions, but those visits were always during the weekend. London on a normal working weekday at rush hour is a very different prospect! We had no appointed time to be at our flat in York, and were in no rush to get to Kings Cross station, so, rather than join the enormously long queue for a taxi outside the station, we decided to visit one of the cafes for a cup of coffee and a bacon sandwich, intending to wait an hour or so to give most of the rush hour queue some time to dissipate. When we eventually made our way to the taxi rank, the queue had shrunk considerably, and we only had to stand in line for about five minutes or so before we reached the head of the queue. The distinctive and evocatively classic black London taxi cab pulled up in front of us and I opened the door to allow Beth to get in. I passed our cases to her and as she set about stowing them on the floor of the taxi. I popped my head into the driver's window. "Where to, sir?" The cabbie asked as he flicked on his meter. "Kings Cross station, please." I said and then joined Beth on the back seat, carefully placing my guitar case on the floor by our suitcases. "Off on holiday, are we?" The cabbie asked cheerily as we pulled out into the busy London traffic. "Off to university, actually." Beth replied, "We're both off up to York to study - my brother here is studying archaeology, and I'm off to study art and design." "Oh right." The cabbie said as he drove down the street, "Beautiful city, York. Took the wife up there for a weekend away a couple of years back. She loved all the old medieval buildings in The Shambles, and we spent ages in the Minster." "Yeah, we can't wait to get up there." I said, even though we had already been several times over the summer, attending university admissions interviews and making arrangements for our rented flat and moving our belongings up there in preparation for our moving in. "My daughter wants to go to university up in York, she wants to study architecture. I can't tell you how proud of her I'll be if she gets accepted, when I was a kid I dreamt I would have the chance to go to university one day. Alas, as a young man married to a young wife with a baby girl to provide for, I had to find work to provide for them." "That's a real shame." Beth said out of genuine sentiment, "You could always take up a course through the Open University though." "I already have done!" The cabbie answered with a chuckle, "I spent the last five years working on a degree in English literature, and I graduated back in the summer, with honours!" Freshers Ch. 01 "Wow, well done you!" I said out of genuine admiration, "I guess your days driving folk around London will soon be a thing of the past!" "Nah!" The cabbie replied, "It don't pay as much as a teaching job in some posh school somewhere, or a high-flying career in the City but you know what, I bloody love this job! Sure, it wasn't what I had dreamed of doing when I was a kid, but it's funny how your true vocation in life finds you rather than you finding it!" I had to admire this man's outlook on life. He was no wealthy high-flying city executive or a brain surgeon or a respected educator in an exclusive school, but he was wealthier than them in so many other ways. To say that I immediately admired him would be the understatement of the century! ----- Our conversation went on in short bursts as the cab driver navigated his way through the busy London streets. It never fails to impress me how London taxi drivers manage to know exactly where they are going in the vast and complicated maze of streets that is central London. In order to become a licensed taxi driver in London one needs to pass a unique exam known as 'The Knowledge', and it is not unknown for people to study for years in order to pass it. Wannabe taxi drivers must memorise hundreds of routes between hundreds of hotels, shops, offices, churches, restaurants, theatres, museums, train and tube stations, art galleries, tourist attractions and anything and everything in between, all scattered across a vast and perpetually busy metropolis. After twenty minutes or so of navigating through busy traffic that would have daunted me, the cab driver deposited us safely in front of Kings Cross station. Beth paid him while I extracted our suitcases and my guitar case and with a jaunty "cheerio," he drove off to find his next fare. We made our way into the station's concourse, which in those days was a rather poorly designed space with no natural light and low ceilings which gave it the feel of being somewhere where one would not want to linger for too long. We checked the departure board for the next train that would stop at York, and discovered we had plenty of time to wait before it left. As first class passengers, we were entitled to use the dining car, so we could get something to eat on the train, but we spent a while buying some sweets to enjoy during the journey and to pick up a couple of magazines to read. I also had a quick browse to see if I could get a couple of tapes for my Walkman. The main body of the station was a massive contrast to the 1970's concourse - a huge Victorian edifice with two enormous and lofty glazed barrel vaults that spanned the eight platforms. It was light and airy and had that distinctly confident Victorian feel to it. I could just picture this place during the golden age of steam, with that famous old locomotive the Flying Scotsman resplendent in its green livery, hissing and steaming at the head of a long express train bound for Scotland. Train travel was much more glamorous in those days. The express trains between London and Edinburgh in the 1930's even used to have a cocktail bar! The InterCity 125 train that would convey us towards York was a far cry from the magnificent old steam trains that used to chug their way up and down the east coast main line - much faster for sure, but much less glamorous. We dragged our suitcases up the platform towards the first class carriages at the head of the train and found our seats. I hauled our cases up onto the overhead luggage racks and then settled into my seat opposite my sister. "This is exciting isn't it?" I said to her in anticipation of our onward journey. "I guess." Beth replied absently, "I can't help but be worried about Terri though." "Me too." I said, reaching across and taking her hand in mine, "But she'll be okay, you'll see. Look at it this way, you get me all to yourself once again." That remark caused her to smile, a sight that always made my heart soar. "I know. But you know I really don't mind sharing you." She replied, "And I know you enjoy... being with her too. And Alex as well, for that matter." "I really don't deserve to be with someone like you." I said, amazed as always by her acceptance of me. "No, you don't!" She sniggered with a wry grin, "So it's a good job you're with me and not some other woman who might not be quite so understanding!" A few minutes later the guard blew his whistle and the train crept out of the station. "Good morning, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome aboard the 10:37 service to Edinburgh Waverley, calling at Peterborough, Doncaster, York, Newcastle Central, Berwick-Upon-Tweed and Edinburgh Waverley." Came the voice of the guard over the public address system as the train gathered speed, "The restaurant car will shortly be open for first class passengers, and there is a buffet serving drinks and light refreshments for standard class passengers. Thank you for travelling with us today, and on behalf of British Rail, I hope you enjoy your journey." ----- As our train sped through the English countryside, I gazed out of the window as we passed by trees, raced through stations, flashed over bridges and plunged through tunnels. As we passed through one tunnel, I caught sight of Beth's reflection in the window and my heart suddenly leapt with desire. She looked so at peace as she sat and read from a book she had bought back at Kings Cross. It fascinated me how she could be such a serene vision of femininity and grace one minute and in the blink of an eye, become a hot-blooded, wanton lover the next. I couldn't wait to get her into our rented flat. It had been so long since we had last made love - our last night in France to be precise. Living at home, we hadn't dared to so much as kiss each other for fear of our parents finding out about us, and as time wore on, a heightened sense of desire began to grow between us. I was struggling to resist the temptation to take her by the hand, march us both into the toilet at the far end of the carriage, and make love to her there and then. But of course, we could've got ourselves into a whole heap of trouble - I had no choice but to bide my time. We had a cup of tea and a spot of light lunch in the restaurant car, enjoying the novelty of dining in a railway carriage whilst the hoi-polloi had to contend themselves with purchasing bland British Rail sandwiches, chocolate bars and cans of Coke from the buffet. The food wasn't the best in the world - a far cry from the restaurant we visited on our last night in France - but it filled a hole and so helped pass some of the time. Just over two hours after we left Kings Cross, our train finally arrived in York. The weather had turned somewhat whilst we were on the train and the rain was bucketing down. Fortunately, the station had a large and rather grand glass canopy above, but the sound of the rain lashing down on the glass was almost deafening - it was like being in the midst of some kind of tropical deluge. It almost felt like being in downtown Mumbai during the monsoon rather than a Friday afternoon in Yorkshire. We wheeled our suitcases out through the station towards the taxi rank in order to hail a cab to take us to our flat. The anticipation of getting into our new home was beginning to consume me. I simply couldn't wait to be alone with Beth for the first time in what felt like months but was in reality merely a couple of weeks. I wondered if Beth was feeling as much increasing desire as I was. Together Alone At Last (Beth) Finally, our taxi pulled up outside the antiques shop, above which our flat was located. To call it a flat was inaccurate, really. It was actually a maisonette. The place was spread over two floors in the upper two storeys of an old red brick Georgian building that, before becoming an antiques shop, was once an elegant townhouse. It was a smartly elegant edifice, from the front at least, with large sash windows with decorative shutters either side. Access was via a metal staircase at the back in the small yard at the rear of the shop. Fortunately the rain had stopped, for the time being at least, giving us an opportunity to haul our suitcases up the steps and to let ourselves in without getting thoroughly soaked. The door led straight into the kitchen/dining room, which was reasonably well equipped with nice modern appliances. The wooden floorboards creaked as we stepped through the kitchen/dining area and into the living room. As was common in Georgian houses of the time, the ceilings were quite high, giving the otherwise modestly apportioned rooms a decent sense of space, and the large windows allowed light to flood into the room, even on a wet Friday afternoon. The room was fully carpeted with a beautiful old fireplace at one end. In the middle were two commodious settees and a single armchair set around a coffee table. In the far corner of the room, on their own specially built shelf, stood the television and video recorder. "Let's get unpacked and then I'll put the kettle on, okay?" I said as Tommy followed me into the room. "Sounds like a plan!" Tommy said. He hauled first his suitcase, and then mine, up the stairs to the top floor of the flat towards the bedrooms. Officially, we were meant to have a bedroom each, but in reality both of us figured we would probably end up sharing. There were two bedrooms, one larger room with a double bed that overlooked the street below, and one smaller room at the back. The smaller room still had enough space for a double bed, but it was far less spacious than the front bedroom. Also at the back was the bathroom. It was rather simple - just a washbasin, a toilet and a bath with an over-bath shower, but it was spotlessly clean and obviously only recently installed. The only natural light came from a small skylight in the ceiling, but it wasn't as though it would've had a nice view anyway; the only thing it would've looked out on was the small yard below. I bagged the larger bedroom at the front for myself (but in reality for both of us) while Tommy was assigned the smaller rear bedroom. His guitar amp and most of his belongings had already been set up in the room, as had his desk, but aside from working on his studies and playing his guitar, he most likely wouldn't be spending that much time in there. We fully intended to share my bed as though we were a married couple. After spending ten minutes or so unpacking my case, I went back down into the kitchen to put the kettle on. Although, as I stood rinsing out a couple of mugs, I found out that a relaxing cuppa was the last thing on my brother's mind. I heard the creak of the floorboards as he entered, and I could sense almost instantly that something was in the air. I stood at the kitchen sink rinsing the mugs when Tommy came and stood behind me. He kissed me softly on the nape of my neck and reached around me and cupped my breasts. Tentatively, he caressed my breasts and drew his hands down my sides towards my thighs and my bottom. And then his hands suddenly reached up my skirt. Within a matter of moments he was reaching up to my underwear, hooking his fingers into the waistband and pulling my knickers down. I turned to face him, and could see the look of rampant desire in his eyes. "You're certainly not wasting any time!" I said with a wicked grin. I reached down towards his crotch and was suddenly startled to find his erection had caused a pronounced ridge in the front of his jeans. "Mmmm... that must feel awfully uncomfortable." I said as I stroked his tumescence through the stiff denim fabric. He reached up inside my skirt once again and I could feel his finger rubbing my now naked vulva. "I think you want this just as much as I do." He said as he felt the moisture between my legs. By way of reply, I kissed him forcefully and passionately while I unfastened his jeans and pulled down his pants. His stiffly engorged phallus briefly caught in the waistband of his underwear, twanging up and slapping his belly as it was freed. His erection felt so hot I was surprised it wasn't glowing! I had seldom seen him so hard; it was clear he was as pent-up as I was. I wasted no time in slipping my panties off completely and then taking off my skirt to leave me naked from the waist down, and to give Tommy complete and unhindered access to me. The inevitable lovemaking that followed passed by in something of a blur - but what a blur it was! He pushed me across to the wall and then reached up under my knees and hauled me up so that my feet weren't touching the floor, my weight totally borne by Tommy and the wall behind me. I wrapped my legs around his back and then reached down to take hold of his penis. Our eyes probed each others as I guided him into me - oh, how I had missed this! I had made love with several boys before I started having sex with Tommy, all of whom were unique from each other. I was not what one would call an 'easy lay', but in the time since I lost my virginity I had had sex with a total of eight different young men through a series of brief, but ultimately unsuccessful romances. But Tommy was different. He was very different! He was so much more caring of my feelings than any of the other guys had been. To Tommy, I was not just another sexual conquest to boast about; I was his one true love. To me, Tommy was the most caring and thoughtful lover I had ever had. Sometimes he was a little too caring, up to the point of denying himself the enjoyment of our lovemaking in order to ensure I was satisfied. It doesn't bother me one iota if I don't get to cum when we make love - simply feeling him inside me is enough to give me all the satisfaction I need. Of course, it's nice when I do get to cum when he is inside me, but for me the physical and emotional connection is more than enough. All of my previous dalliances with members of the male sex had their own physical peculiarities; Jason for example, had by far the longest foreskin I had ever seen - so long in fact, that he often had difficulty in keeping a condom in place. It would kind of bunch up after a while and then slip off completely. Tyrone, the only black man I ever slept with, had a truly monumental penis. But his length always meant that the tip of his cock kept on bashing against my cervix, and having sex with him was just too uncomfortable after a while. And as for Lee... well, he tried hard, bless him, and I was very patient with him, but he was just far too small for me. I don't like to consider myself a 'size-queen', and he had a lovely, caring personality, but at the end of the day, we just weren't an ideal fit for each other. But Tommy was the ideal fit for me, and it became apparent almost immediately that very first time at our parents house earlier that summer. I only originally intended to have sex with him as a favour, Tommy having all but railroaded me into agreeing to it. My friend Terri had come over to our house, and during a session of chatter and gossip over some magazines she floored me with the admission that she'd never seen a naked man before - not even in pictures. To cut a long story short, I decided to ask Tommy if he would agree to letting Terri see him naked, which he eventually agreed to - but only on the condition that I had sex with him. To my surprise, Tommy admitted to me that he was a virgin and I guess part of me felt a bit sorry for him. So against my better judgement, I agreed to have sex with him on the condition that it was a one-time-only arrangement. Well, the best laid plans as they say, went straight out of the window almost from the second his manhood slid inside me. He was the perfect fit, both physically and emotionally. His length was ideal, his girth was perfect and his cock was so aesthetically perfect in feel, looks and even smell, that my insistence that we had sex just the one time only, was discarded almost immediately! I gasped a little, just as I always did, as I felt his penis penetrate me. I love how his engorgement stretches open the lips of my vagina, the gatekeepers of my most private inner sanctum. I love the way my inner lips give way as his coronal ridge slips within me allowing the rest of his hot shaft to enter. His tip always just kisses my cervix as soon as he is fully within me. And in that moment, as we were fully joined once again for the first time since our holiday, our unique love for each other and our unspoken bond of desire took over. I began to cover him with kisses as he started thrusting within me. I plastered him with rapid-fire kisses all over his lips, his neck and shoulders. I felt his hands supporting my bottom begin to part my buttocks, digging his fingers right into my cleft as he attempted to support as much of my weight as he could. I could feel a vibration shudder through me as I felt his trembling knees trying to hold me aloft and clear of the wall. We had never had sex in this position before, with him supporting me like that. Up to then we had only really had sex with either him below me or with myself on my back - this new position felt absolutely incredible. I knew holding me like this must've been hard work for Tommy, but I didn't see him complaining and so I simply allowed him to have his way with me. "Mmmmmmffff... Mmmmmmmfff... Nnnnggghh..." Tommy grunted and snarled with each and every thrust of his hips. Occasionally, my back would hit the wall as he lost his balance slightly, but it was only a matter of moments before he lifted me up once more. I wanted this to never end and I knew, despite the hard work Tommy was forcing upon himself, that he didn't want it to end either. But sure enough like all good things, it had to come to an end. I felt him stiffen and shudder and his face suddenly wore an open-mouthed expression. His breath came in stutters as I felt his engorgement within me begin to pulse and throb rhythmically. I love watching a man cum - it's such a fleeting moment of joy compared to the longer orgasmic high a woman typically enjoys, but the sheer explosive power of a male orgasm, coupled with the forceful rush of feeling his ejaculation inside me, never ceased to utterly captivate me. And watching Tommy cum in particular always had an effect on me. "Ohh Tommy-bear! Give it to me! Give me all you've got... Oooooh yeah! Just like that... Cum in me Tommy-bear... let me feel it inside me!!" I gasp and pant words of encouragement, begging him to paint my insides with his cum. I didn't have long to wait. I felt his white hot jet of semen flood my vagina, my body gratefully welcoming his semen inside me. "Ohhh Tommy-bear... thank you," I gasped breathlessly, "Thank you for... giving me your... cum!" And I covered him with kisses once again as I felt his all too brief orgasm subside. After a few moments he pushed me against the wall once more and I felt his penis slip out of me. All of a sudden I felt an emptiness left inside me as his cock exited me, I was already counting down the seconds until I would feel him inside me once again. I put my feet back onto the floor, finally freeing Tommy of his burden and we simply hugged and kissed each other for several long minutes. "So much for having a cup of tea!" I eventually said with a giggle, "But I'd sooner have you inside me than a cup of tea any day!" Tommy smiled in reply and he kissed me once more. "I'm sorry if that was a bit too sudden." He said after a moment, "If I was a bit too forceful with you, but I was just so desperate to have sex with you that I simply couldn't wait any longer!" "We-ell..." I replied teasingly, "I must admit that it did come as a surprise to feel you suddenly pulling my knickers down, but if I didn't want you to do that to me I'd have let you know about it pretty quickly! Freshers Ch. 01 And to make my point I playfully grabbed hold of his balls and gave them a squeeze, just enough to make him flinch a little. "Hahh!! Point taken!!" He said with a little shriek. We fell into a brief fit of giggles as I released him, and before long we were kissing once again. ----- We did get to have that cup of tea... eventually. But not before we made love for a second time. This time I insisted on letting the kitchen worktop take my weight and that we took a little more time than before. Having cum so recently, Tommy lasted much longer than before and he delivered me to not one, but two blissful orgasmic episodes before he erupted inside me once again. "I... make that... two all!" I panted as Tommy slipped out of me for the second time that afternoon. "We'll... call it a draw then!" He panted in reply. I reached over and tore off a couple of sheets of kitchen towel to clean myself up with and then used a couple more to lovingly clean Tommy's gradually drooping penis. Neither of us bothered with putting our hastily removed clothes back on, both deciding to simply go around naked from the waist down. We sat down in the living room with steaming hot mugs of tea and settled down in front of the television. "I suppose I'd better phone Mum and Dad." I said, picking up the phone off a small table by the settee. I dialled the number and to my surprise it was answered after only half a ring. "Beth?" Came mother's anxious reply. "Hi Mum, it's only me, just letting you know we got here safe and sound." I said patiently. "Oh thank God, I was worried sick!" Mum replied, the sense of relief in her voice was only too apparent, "I thought the two of you would've got there ages ago!" "We... got held up a bit... in London." I lied, "It took us ages to get a taxi and then it took ages to get through the traffic and by the time we got to Kings Cross we had just missed our train and had to wait for another one. And then as soon as we got here we decided to get ourselves unpacked and have a cup of tea before doing anything else." "Is Tommy there with you?" Mum asked. "Yes, he's sitting right next to me." I said, leaving out the fact that he was currently semi-naked, as was I. "Hi Mum!" He called across to the receiver. "Have the two of you had anything to eat yet?" Mum asked, ever concerned for our wellbeing. "Not since we got in, I guess we'll see if we can get a couple of pizzas in and then settle down in front of the telly for a quiet night in." "Well, just you two make sure you get a good night's sleep." Mum said, "Tommy will need to be up early to go to his Fresher's Fair. Will you be going with him?" "Yes, and he has agreed to come along to mine as well." I replied. "When's yours again?" Mum asked. "Mine's tomorrow as well." I said as I twisted the phone cord in my fingers as I always did out of habit, "We'll go to his in the morning, then grab some lunch in town and then head off to my college to go to mine. It'll be a long day but I'm sure it'll be fun." "Okay. Well I suppose I'd better get off the line and let you ring up for that pizza." Mum replied, "You two make sure you look after yourselves okay!" "We will Mum, I promise." I said, rolling my eyes. An action that caused Tommy to snigger a little. "Okay then, well we'll see you both at Christmas I suppose." Mum sighed, "Speak to you soon." "We will." I answered, "Bye." "Bye dear." Mum said, and with a click on the line she hung up. Fair's Fair (Tommy) Last night was amazing. I know it had only been two weeks since we last made love in France, but to a young chap like myself, two weeks of abstinence felt like a lifetime. And from the way Beth reacted to my advances it was clear that she felt the same hunger as I did. That first time in the kitchen was absolutely mind-blowing; the sheer spontaneity of it and the speed with which it happened felt indescribably good. It was hard work, holding Beth aloft while I had my penis buried inside her, but it made me feel a sense of primal masculinity that I had never felt before. We would definitely be doing it that way again! Of course, eventually we retired to bed and we made love once again before falling into a warm slumber together. We awoke in each other's arms as the early morning sun cast a beam of light across the bed through a narrow gap in the curtains. I love the feeling of cuddling up to my sister - especially if, like now, we are both completely naked. I looked at her beautiful face, so perfect in every way with an expression of total calm as she slept. Her long, slow breaths seemed as regular as the escapement in an elegant old clock. I love how her chest inflates and deflates as she breathes, causing her luscious breasts and her exquisitely feminine nipples to rise and fall gently. Just holding her and watching her sleep so calmly and peacefully made me become hard in the blink of an eye. Eventually though, she began to rouse from her slumber. "Mmmmmm... Ohhhmmmm..." She murmured as she slowly awoke. I felt her stretch her limbs and she cuddled up to me, drawing her leg up against mine and placing her hand upon my chest. I kiss her softly on her forehead and I feel her hand slowly trace its way across my own nipples, down towards my belly and eventually and almost inevitably towards my... Suddenly her eyes open in surprise as she makes contact. "Bloody hell Tommy! That's massive!!" She gasped as she felt the full extent of my erection. Within moments she was gently stroking me, slowly pulling back my foreskin to reveal the smooth sensitive glans within, made slick from the precum that oozed from inside me. "How can I not get hard when I wake up with someone as beautiful as you." I replied. There was no need for me to flatter her or try to make anything up, my words as always came straight from my heart. I moaned contentedly as she began to masturbate me under the cover of our duvet. She knew exactly how to make me feel the most wondrous and divine sensations as she used her hand to caress my most intimate and sensitive spots. The way she lingers, just for a brief second, with her thumb over my meatus before tightening her grip just a little and pulling her hand down my shaft as far as she can go, never fails to make me feel as though my body is tingling with excitement. The way she gives my testicles the briefest of tickles before drawing her hand back up my shaft and then teasing my corona and my frenulum sends me almost crazy with desire. As she masturbated me, we kissed, but I found it hard to concentrate as I felt her hand working its magic on my slippery engorgement. She didn't seem to mind though, she had this look of joy in her eyes as she looked at me enjoying the feeling of her caresses. After a little while she speeded up, coaxing me to cum for her. At this point I became some kind of reluctant passenger, a helplessly bedraggled waif clinging to a makeshift raft as it plunges down a raging rapids. But the ride was so exhilarating that I didn't want it to ever stop! It is a feeling that I guess any man can appreciate - that feeling of wondrous pleasure and lustful anticipation of orgasm, but with a simultaneous desire for that orgasm not to come too soon and put an end to the ride. The journey for me, was always just as much fun as the destination. "Ohhhh... Hahh!! Oooooo... Mmmmffff!!" I hissed and gnashed as I felt the moment of eruption arrive. Within seconds, Beth threw open the duvet to reveal us both in our nakedness and her hand was replaced by her mouth. I cried and wailed as her head bobbed rapidly as she furiously suckled on my erection. I felt my whole body stiffen as my orgasm took hold of me. I gripped on to her head as though holding on for dear life, my legs kicked around involuntarily making the whole bed shudder and shake. "Uuuuuurrrrrrrgggggghhhhhh!! Mmmmmmmmmmffffff!! Hahhhhhhhhhh!! Ohhhhhhhhhh!!" I grunted and groaned as I came. I could feel her swallowing down my spend, my offering to her, and as she gulped down my cum I saw her throat ripple and convulse as she savoured my masculine essence. The wild ride of orgasm was over in only a few seconds but as usual the intensity of the experience left me feeling drained and warmly contented. "Th... Thank you Beth." I managed to gasp, "That was... wonderf... ful!" And then everything went black for a moment. After a brief slumber I came back to my senses to find Beth lying alongside me gazing into my eyes. "I know you can't help it, but it always makes me smile when that happens." She said as she looked at me, "When you fall asleep after you cum, even though it's only for a minute or two." She looked down at my drooping penis, now laying limply dormant against my leg, my testicles gently sagging down into my scrotal sac. We kissed once more and then Beth immediately sat up and rose to her feet. "Don't you want me to erm... repay the favour?" I said, sitting up myself. "Not right now." She replied as she turned her back to me and made for the bedroom door, "Time's getting on, we've got to get ready to go to the Fresher's Fair remember. Besides, it's quite okay for me to do that for you, I don't always expect you to have to do something in return. I enjoy making you feel good!" I couldn't help but smile, I felt as though I was the luckiest man alive to have her. --- Half an hour later, freshly showered, dressed and breakfasted, we headed for the bus stop at the end of the street. We had two separate Fresher's Fairs to get to that day, first mine at my university, and then Beth's at her art college. It was an opportunity to find out about all of the various clubs and societies that the university had to offer. Among other things I wanted to see if I could find a band to join so that I could keep up with my guitar practice and maybe earn a few quid from gigs if we were good enough. I also wanted to see if there was a football team to sign up for. But most of all we wanted to see if the university had any kind of naturists society. During our holiday in France Beth and I discovered, quite by accident, a shared love of simply being nude out in the open. Terri also had discovered the joy of naturism during the course of our sojourn to the Med, both in the privacy of the hidden little cove we found, but especially during our day trip to the idyllic Ile Solharvre, an island naturist village just a few miles off the coast. That day we spent naked among the people of the island and around its village and the surrounding woodland and beaches, was nothing short of an epiphany for us. And it was something we hoped we would be able to continue with. The Fresher's Fair was also an opportunity to look over whatever employment options were available, and both Beth and myself needed to find some kind of part-time employment to help pay for our rent and for food. She hoped to find some sort of work in a shop somewhere - like a lot of girls she was obsessed with clothes and so she wanted to find a position working in some boutique somewhere. I was less fussy and somewhat more realistic, and for me anything other than any form of hard labour would be fine for me. Eventually I settled for picking up a few application forms for a local fast food place, a music and video megastore and a large supermarket chain. We mingled about among fellow students for an hour or so, visiting the stands of the various clubs and societies, each one manned by a small group of students, typically with two sat behind a table and a third student standing out front doing their best to encourage Freshers to enquire or at the very least take a flyer. After spending some time we eventually stumbled on the university RAG stand. The RAG, which stands for Raising And Giving, is a traditional feature of many universities in the UK - a charity fundraising society that organises various functions, events and campaigns to raise money for local charities. Our parents had instilled in us both a sense of moral purpose and raising money for charity was something we were both encouraged to do by our folks. Indeed, only a couple of years earlier we had all taken part in a charity fun-run to raise money for a local hospice for sick children. And besides, Mum and Dad had both been members of their university's RAG, so in a way we were simply following in our parents footsteps. We both eagerly filled out the application forms there and then. Eventually we came across what we were looking for: the University of North Yorkshire Naturist Society. Two student members sat behind their table, the first one a rather handsome looking guy with long blonde hair and a short beard, sat and chatted with a slightly older looking woman next to him. I figured she was possibly a final year student, and she had long dark hair that she wore up in a bun. Of course, what with the event taking place in a public setting, both of them were fully clothed. "Ah, hello there!" The man said as he noticed us stood before their table, "Are you by any chance interested in joining us?" "Er... Yes." I replied, "Um... My name's Tommy and this is my... partner Beth." "Pleased to meet you both." The woman replied, "I'm Marijke and this is Ben. So, are you new to naturism or just a bit curious? Or are you both committed sun-worshippers?" "I guess you could say we're both pretty new to it." Beth replied, "We were on holiday in France recently and we... sort of discovered naturism by accident." "By accident?" Ben replied. "It's a long story." I said. "Whereabouts in France were you? If you don't mind my asking." Marijke enquired. "Oh, a little village called St Jean Sur la Mer." Beth answered, "Down on the southern coast of France, not far from Cannes." "I see. Would you by any chance have 'discovered' naturism by accident on a trip to Ile Solharvre?" "You know it?" I asked. Ben and Marijke both looked at each other for a moment. "Do we know it?" Ben said after a moment with a smile, "It's where we both met!" "My family are originally from Holland and we often used to visit Ile Solharvre in the summer." Marijke expanded, "My younger brother and I were brought up in a naturist household by my mother and my aunt. Ben's family came to Solharvre one year and stayed in the villa next to us. It sounds corny I know, but it was love at first sight. I knew as soon as I met him that we were right for each other." "So how about you? How did you come to be there by accident?" Ben asked. "Well, it sort of happened via a translation failure on my part I suppose." Beth replied, "There was a leaflet promoting the place in the villa we were staying in. Of course the thing was in French, but I thought I knew what it said." "She thought she was taking us to a haven for naturalists, not naturists!" I added, "So you can imagine our surprise when we arrived at the place to find ourselves surrounded by loads of naked people!" "But we figured when in Rome... so we threw caution to the wind and joined in." Beth took over, "It was a wonderful experience, and we were hooked!" "And so now that we're here at university we wanted to see if there was a club we could join." I said. "Well you've come to the right place!" Ben said enthusiastically, "We are the premier society for the pursuit of a clothes-free lifestyle in the University of North Yorkshire." "But mainly because we are the only society for the pursuit of a clothes-free lifestyle in the University of North Yorkshire!" Marijke added with a chuckle. "But we are affiliated with the British Naturism Society and by joining us you can enjoy all the benefits of student membership of BNS completely free of charge." Ben explained. "We offer a program of meetings and excursions to naturist clubs and beaches, and in association with Ousedale Leisure Centre we offer a monthly naturists-only swimming evening and every spring we organise a weekend at La Marie naturist resort in France. It's a delightful place, tucked away on the Atlantic coast a few miles south of Biarritz. And it'll only cost you half the normal price as we go as a group you see." "Sounds wonderful!" Beth enthused. "So, can we sign you both up today or would you need a little time to think about it?" Ben asked. "Well I don't know about you Beth, but I will if you will." I said. "Well, I will if you will!" Beth replied. "I take it that's a yes then!" Marijke replied with a smile. And so that was how Beth and I officially became members of our first naturist club. --- It was getting on for lunchtime before we left the Fresher's Fair at my university, with handfuls of leaflets and application forms, and headed into the centre of York to find somewhere to have lunch. We settled on a small coffee shop at the southern end of The Shambles, a narrow medieval street of old timber framed houses that had over the years become a Mecca for tourists and was filled with boutiques and gift shops. Beth's art college was only a short walk away, a couple of hundred yards north of York Minster, the ancient cathedral that dominates the city of York. And so with our bellies full coffee and sandwiches, we strolled up to find our second Fresher's Fair of the day. Beth's art college was a much smaller institution than my university, and likewise the Fresher's Fair there was a much smaller affair. It nonetheless offered plenty of choice for societies and clubs to join despite its smaller size, some of which were the same as those back at my university. They were obviously clubs that had been co-founded or had merged with each other over the years or were just separate branches of the same club. Beth took a flyer for the art college's archery club, mainly because it was something she had always fancied having a go at, and a flyer for the local wildlife society, but other than that, there wasn't much else she was interested in. So after an hour or so we decided to walk back towards the city centre and do some much needed grocery shopping. Shopping for groceries and provisions when one doesn't have access to a car can be quite a challenge, so it was fortuitous that before we went on holiday, we bought a load of non-perishable stuff and other household things such as cleaning products etc., so all we needed to buy was stuff like bread, milk, eggs, etc., which helped reduce our load somewhat. Even so, we still filled four bags with shopping and had to carry them to the nearest bus stop. But eventually we arrived back at our flat and unpacked our groceries and stowed them in various cupboards in the kitchen. We were both pretty exhausted, but we had work to do. As soon as we had finished putting everything away, I took out the sheaf of job application forms I had picked up at the Fresher's Fair and busied away filling in as many as I could. Beth joined me a little while later and began filling out her own forms (although she only had half as many as I did). It wasn't until it was late afternoon and it was time to start thinking about dinner that we had a chance to reflect on our meeting with Ben and Marijke. "I think it'd be really interesting, meeting other people that are into naturism." Beth said as I stood at the kitchen sink peeling some potatoes. "I suppose so." I replied, "I mean it won't be the same as Ile Solharvre or our little cove in France, but if it leads to meeting interesting people then I guess it'll be fun." Beth came behind me and took me into her arms. "We could always make a start right now." She said into my ear. "What do you mean?" I enquired. "Well, why not start as we mean to go on?" Beth replied. She took a step back and pulled off her sweater. Seconds later, her T-shirt followed and was quickly joined by her jeans. I turned around just in time to see her kicking her jeans away leaving her stood there in just her bra and knickers. Freshers Ch. 01 "What the hell are you doing??" I gasped in surprise. "What does it look like?" She scoffed in reply, "I'm taking my clothes off of course! If we're going to be naturists, then I say we may as well adopt the lifestyle fully. From now on, whenever I am home I shall go around naked and I want you to join me. Unless we have visitors, of course. I mean, we have to respect that not everyone wants to see us in the nude." "Oh, I think I could live with seeing you naked every day quite happily!" I smirked. She unhooked and slipped off her bra to leave her in nothing more than her delicate lace panties. The sight of her stood there in just her knickers alighted a fire in my loins, but I was aware of what happened earlier that morning and an idea suddenly formed in my head. I came and stood before her and suddenly picked her up. "What are you doing?!?" She squealed as I took her over my shoulder in a fireman's lift. "Repaying a favour!" I replied. I took her into the living room and set her down on the settee, within moments I was down on my knees in front of her. I reached up and took hold of her delicate underwear, and she compliantly raised her bottom slightly allowing me to slip them off down her legs to leave her completely naked. She looked back at me, biting her lip slightly with a kind of 'rabbit in the headlights' look in her eyes. I placed my hands on her knees and moved her legs apart to reveal her luscious vulva to my gaze - suddenly my quarry was in my sights and I moved in for the kill. I buried my face into her fleshy folds, my tongue rasping along the length of her cleft. She murmured her appreciation almost immediately and then suddenly yelped as my tongue grazed over her clitoris. It never fails to impress me just how sensitive this tiny little bud of an organ is and the effect that even the lightest touch can have on the woman who possesses it. Of course, what we see on the outside is but the tip of the iceberg as far as the rest of the clitoris is concerned. Just as its male counterpart the penis extends far into the body, so too does the clitoris. I knew how electrifying it was when Beth used her tongue on my exposed glans, the delicious memory from earlier that morning replaying through my mind, so I was well aware of how amazing my tongue felt for her. I guess I looked like some kind of monk, kneeling in prayer and reverence of some sacred feminine deity as I lapped away between Beth's legs. I couldn't help but snigger at the notion. "What's so funny?!?" Beth giggled. "Nothing, it's just that... well, I feel as though I'm sort of... worshipping you or something." I replied. "Aww... I never knew you looked up to me in that way!" Beth sniggered in reply, "Anyway, whatever it is you're doing, keep doing it! Don't stop!" "Yes O, my holy Goddess." I replied theatrically, "I shall obey my divine lady's wishes!" Beth squealed once again as I resumed my oral explorations. There are many things in life that deliver me satisfaction: that feeling of accomplishment at solving a particularly tricky crossword, the wind-in-the-hair feeling of making it to the summit of Mount Snowdon with Beth and my parents a few summers ago while we were on holiday in Wales, the joy of nailing a rather intricate guitar solo for the first time, but nothing ever comes close to the feeling of satisfaction I get from making my sister feel good. Of course I loved Terri too, and over the course of our recent holiday my feelings of affection for her had grown and grown. But that was the difference between them, you see. I felt affection for Terri, but for Beth I felt a genuine and undying love. My thoughts suddenly turned to Alex as I continued to nuzzle and lick around Beth's labia. My feelings towards him and to other guys in general still confused me, but I was at least coming to terms with being bisexual. Did I love Alex as much as I loved Beth? That was the question I had asked myself almost constantly since we arrived home from our holiday. I still did not know the answer. I knew I did love him, of that I was sure, but I simply could not resolve whether or not I could love both Beth and Alex equally. I wondered what would happen when Alex and Jenny finally got around to coming to visit us as they had promised. The only thing I knew for certain was that it would surely be very emotional. I returned my attention to the job at hand - or mouth as the case was at the time. I probed my tongue deep into Beth's vagina, forcing her fleshy inner lips apart. Her vulva was oozing with vaginal secretions that coated my mouth and nose. I breathed in her scent as I nuzzled her vagina and listened to the sound of her stuttering breaths and whimpering gasps as I probed inside her. "Ooooo... Oh-h-h-h-h..." She gasped. The only other sounds to be heard in the room were the soft ticking of the clock on the mantelpiece and the gentle lapping of my tongue. I kept it up for what must have been 10 minutes or so - that old metaphor of a man being like a popping champagne bottle and a woman being like a pan of water on a stove slowly coming to the boil may sound like a tired old comparison, but there is of course more than just a tiny nugget of truth to it. I knew Beth needed longer to reach the zenith of orgasmic pleasure than I did and so I was more than patient enough when it came to coaxing her to get there. I just simply contented myself with lapping away at her and listening to the sounds she made. Eventually though, I did step things up a couple of notches. I removed my tongue from her vagina and replaced it with a couple of my fingers. My other hand went up to tweak her by then stiffly aroused nipples. The effect it had on her was instantaneous - she let out a sudden yelp and I felt her whole body stiffen for a few seconds. "Hahh!! Oooohhh!!" She gasped. I looked up at her for a moment - her eyes were tightly screwed shut and she was biting her bottom lip. Her skin was covered in goosebumps as every single follicle on her body stood erect, her skin glistened with a fine sheen of perspiration - she was on the brink of coming to the boil. All she needed was one final push, one last kick of heat to send her from merely simmering to full-on boiling. I once more buried my head between her legs and forced my tongue against her clitoris. "HAHHHHHH!! Oh fuck Tommy!! Oh shi... Oh Tommy I'm... I'm c-c-commmminnnnnggg!! HAHHHHHHHH!! ARGHHHHH!! OHHHHHHHHHH!! HAHHHHHHH!!" I felt her legs clamping the side of my head as she reached the very pinnacle of pleasure. Even though her legs covered my ears muffling the sounds of her cries, I could still hear every single sound wave she made. How I love the sound of Beth in the throes of orgasm! With one final guttural roar she allowed her zenith to consume her. "UUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHH-H-H-H-H-H-H!!" And then she slowly began to come down from her summit of pleasure. It's always a gradual process, lasting a couple of minutes, but as she moaned and purred contentedly I marvelled at what I had done to her. And she had the gall to snigger at me for falling asleep for a moment after she made me cum that morning! "Mmmmm... Ohh, Tommy-bear, that was amazing!" She murmured after a while, her eyes still closed, her beautiful naked body lying limply on the settee. It took her a minute or so to fully come around and finally become aware of her surroundings once again. "That was fantastic Tommy!" She said, now fully lucid once more, "Would you like me to... y'know..." "Hey don't worry about it!" I replied with a smirk, "Just paying you back for this morning. You made me cum this morning, and now I've made you cum. Fair's fair, as they say." Beth smiled broadly and chuckled slightly. "Okay Mr. Tommy-bear, I hear you. Hey, am I going to be the only one naked around here? Are you going to join me or not?" Beth asked as she sat up. I pondered for a moment. I quite liked having her naked whilst I remained clothed. It was a nice reversal of the times when it was I who was naked whilst she was clothed. "Maybe later." I replied eventually, "I believe I was in the middle of cooking dinner!" "But you like cooking naked!!" Beth barked suddenly. "Well, yes I do." I confessed, "But not as much as I enjoy seeing you naked." "You absolute pig!!" She shrieked and threw a cushion at me as I left the room. I could tell though by the sound of giggling a second later that she didn't really mean it. --- We sat in the kitchen and enjoyed our evening meal together, me sitting fully clothed while she remained naked. It wasn't anything elaborate, just some pork loins and boiled vegetables, but I was pretty pleased with my efforts. We indulged in a spot of dessert afterwards: a chocolate sponge pudding with plenty of deliciously hot custard. It was a bit of an indulgence given our new status as impoverished students, but I felt like pushing the boat out to mark our first full day in our new home. Eventually, after watching Beth doing the washing up in the nude, I decided not to tease her any longer. I took off all my clothes and joined her completely naked for the rest of the evening. And that was how we stayed, right through the night and all through Sunday. In fact, neither of us wore a stitch of clothing until it was time to head off for our first day in university the following Monday morning. We'd been completely naked together for the last 36 hours! The Importance of Memory (Beth) It was Friday, the last day of our first full week away from home and the end of a whirlwind first week at the York Institute of Art & Design for myself. It had been a compelling time of getting to know new people, navigating the various buildings that made up the institute's campus, attending lectures and sitting for hours at a time behind an easel. I was studying fashion design mainly, with additional units in painting and art history. The fashion design aspects of my course seemed pretty intense, which I was kind of expecting, since fashion is a very competitive industry to get into, but that was tempered by the peaceful nature of my painting classes. I had always been good with painting, mainly using watercolours and acrylics to paint scenes taken from old photographs, so it made sense take this unit and improve my skills. There is something quite zen in sitting at a stool with a canvas before you, almost meditative in fact, and after a hard morning with the fashion students, it was nice to spend the afternoon in the painting studio. Our lecturer was a woman named Phyllis, who had a stereotypically artsy look about her. She was in her mid-50's or so with long greying hair. She wore very loose, flowing dresses accentuated with long strings of beads around her neck. I liked her almost from the first time she introduced herself to us. Our course was to explore all aspects of painting and sketching, from simple still life observations using various mediums, to more complicated work using live models, painting from memory, and experimentation with various materials. We were to examine art movements such as the Old Masters, Pre-Raphaelite painters, Impressionism, Cubism, Surrealism and many others. I couldn't wait to get stuck in! Of course, as pretty much all of us expected, Phyllis announced that the live models we would be working with would be posing nude, although we wouldn't be doing life classes until after Christmas. Our first couple of sessions were basically sketching the traditional still-life of a bowl of fruit, but for today's session she decided to step things up a notch: sketching from memory. "Now, I know all of you are already competent artists. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here." Phyllis began as she wheeled in a trolley covered with a grey cloth draped over several objects beneath, "But it is necessary to try to unlearn some of the things you have learned thus far, and to look at still-life studies from a new perspective. Memory is one of the most important tools an artist has at their disposal, and this term what we shall be working on is your ability to work from memory. Can anyone tell me why this is an important aspect of painting and drawing?" "In case the lighting changes for any reason?" One of my fellow students speculated. "Well, that's one reason, and quite right indeed." Phyllis answered, "Lighting conditions in a studio environment such as this are pretty constant and can be controlled, but when out in the field, the lighting conditions can change in an instant, altering the way we view something. Sometimes even the slightest difference in light can change the nature of how we see a particular subject in the blink of an eye, so being able to remember how something was is as important as being able to paint something as it is. What I want you all to do in this session is to take no more than five minutes to observe the items I have laid out and then I want you to sketch from memory at least two of the items as quickly as you can. I want you to take no more than three minutes for each item. It doesn't have to be amazingly accurate, just so long as it is recognisable. Okay, now I'm going to remove the cloth here to reveal the six items I have for you to sketch and we'll see how we get on." And with that, Phyllis removed the grey cloth draped over the objects on the table. Six objects sat in a row on the top of the trolley: a small porcelain figurine of a little girl in a dress holding a ball, a small toy boat, an old Bakelite telephone, a candelabra, a carriage clock and a toy car. We all gathered around the trolley trying to take in as much detail as possible. I decided to concentrate on the small figurine and the old telephone to begin with, trying to commit every last detail to my memory. "Aaaaand... time's up!" Phyllis announced brightly as she covered the six items to obscure them from our view, "Now then, you all have three minutes to sketch the first item you chose, followed by three minutes to do your second object. Okay, and begin!" In an instant, the sound of hurried sketching of charcoal on paper filled the room as we all got to work. I worked on the small figurine first, since I figured it was probably the hardest form to remember accurately, so I decided to work on it whilst it was still fresh in my mind. After three minutes, Phyllis announced we were to stop sketching the first item and start work on the second item. The old telephone was a pretty generic shape, so I managed to recall its various details quite easily. The only part I struggled with a little was the curves of the receiver that sat in its cradle. "Okay, time's up everyone. Charcoal down - let's see what you have all come up with!" She spent a few moments with each student, nodding appreciatively at our work as she went from student to student. After a short while she came to me. This was the first time my work had been appraised by anyone since my exams back at sixth-form college when I was doing my A-levels. It wasn't all that long ago but nevertheless I was still nervous. "Ah, I see you went for the figurine." Phyllis said as she came to stand by my side. "Well, I figured it might be the hardest one to do so I thought if I did that one first I'd be able to recall more of it." I replied. "Not a bad idea!" Phyllis beamed, "Task prioritisation - a good skill to make use of! Very good work... Elizabeth isn't it?" "Beth." I replied, suddenly filled with a warm feeling of inner pride, "Thank you, Phyllis!" As she left my position to appraise the remaining students work I felt as though I had really made a good impression on our tutor. But little did I or any of my fellow students know, Phyllis had a trick up her sleeve. "Well, I must say I am impressed by your work so far." She began as she took her place back at the front of the room beside the trolley once again, "Speed sketching from memory is a very useful skill to develop and I urge you all to practice it in your own time. Now then, I want you to choose another two items to sketch. Again, you only have three minutes to sketch each item. Only this time, I'm only giving you 30 seconds to memorise them!" And she whipped off the cloth to reveal the six items once again. This time I concentrated on the candelabra and the toy car. As soon as she replaced the cloth she gave us the order to begin sketching once again. The sound of hurried scribbling filled the room for a second time. We were quite an eclectic looking group of students. There were around 25 of us and seemed to come from what looked like a wide and varied mix of ages and ethnicities. It was clear though that the male students were in somewhat of a minority, however. As I did a quick head count before our first session started earlier that week, I counted only seven men among our ranks. Still, I figured that by contrast if I was studying engineering or chemistry, it would be us women that would be the minority. Whether that was right or wrong was a debate for another time and place, but did it bother me that women weren't so well represented among the scientific and engineering fields? I mused upon that thought for a moment as I sketched away on my pad of paper. I figured that, though it would be nice for everyone if there were as many women as men studying science and engineering, and it would be nice if there were more men studying art and design, but at the end of the day it didn't really matter - following one's heart is more important than making up the numbers. Sure, we should encourage girls to study maths and sciences, and yes, we should encourage boys to study more traditionally feminine studies such as the arts and humanities, but the last thing we should do is tell people what to do with their lives just so there can be equal numbers of female engineering students and equal numbers of male nursing students just to balance some feminist's spreadsheet somewhere. "Okay, everyone, charcoal down again please!" Phyllis called out once again. To my surprise, despite the fact that I'd briefly let my thoughts run away with me, I managed a pretty presentable sketch of the candelabra and the toy car and once again, as she came to inspect my work, Phyllis seemed pleased with my effort. But things were about to get a lot tougher! "Okay then folks, you already know what I'm going to say next." Phyllis began, "I now want you to sketch the last two items on the trolley. Except this time, you will be given precisely zero seconds to memorise them! This will be a test of how good your memory really is!" A brief but playful groan went around the room - I guess we should have seen it coming! Anyway, I tried my best to recall the last two items, the toy boat and the carriage clock, and once more I set about trying to sketch them as best I could. --- I was looking forward to getting back to our flat by the time Phyllis ended her tutorial an hour or so later. She had us doing one or two other sketching exercises - it was fun but mentally taxing nonetheless. I had enjoyed the session immensely, and as the rest of the students filed out of the room I took the opportunity to have a quick word with our tutor. "Um, hi Phyllis!" I said as I shoved my things into my bag. "Yes... Beth, right?" Phyllis replied, "Do forgive me if I get your name wrong from time to time - it comes with the territory of having to recall so many students!" "That's okay, I just wanted to say how much I enjoyed today - it was quite fun really." I said. "Good, I'm glad you enjoyed it." Phyllis replied brightly as she leaned against her desk, "Memory is such an important thing to develop, but I try to approach it in a lighthearted manner. I don't like piling the pressure on first year students too soon - you're all just settling in and getting to know one another. Simply giving you all too much to deal with too soon can be quite counterproductive in my experience, I prefer a more fun approach - to begin with at least. You might end up hating me by the end of term though!" Freshers Ch. 01 "I'm sure I wouldn't!" I replied with a smile, "I'm really looking forward to developing my skills, especially since it'll help me on the fashion design course." "Well, from what I have seen of your work so far, I have every confidence that you'll be a very successful student." Phyllis answered, "But remember to keep practicing those basic skills at home, it may seem tedious doing silly little sketches of flowers and bowls of fruit, but practice makes perfect and instantly seeing how the interplay between light and shadow and form affects one's perception of how we view the world around us will ultimately mould you into a much more rounded and fully competent artist." "Thanks Phyllis, I'll bear that in mind." I said. "I know you will!" She replied with a smile. I checked my watch for a second, noting that time was getting on and I had a bus to catch. "I could chat all day but I'll miss my bus if I'm not careful!" I said as I hauled my bag onto my shoulder. "I wouldn't want that to happen! See you on Tuesday then, we'll be looking at some works by the Old Masters and discussing how their techniques translate to modern contemporary works. It sounds boring I know, but I think you may actually find it quite fascinating." "Oh, I'm sure it will be!" I replied, "I'll see you on Tuesday, bye Phyllis!" "Bye Beth!" New Members (Tommy) Beth and I had a busy afternoon ahead of us, since we had a couple of meetings to attend. The first was the annual welcome meeting for the newest members of the university RAG, something I was looking forward to getting involved with. The second meeting was for the naturists society that we had joined. It was this second meeting that I was more apprehensive about, I mean sure, Beth and I had enjoyed our small ventures into the world of naturism while on holiday, and we both enjoyed simply spending time naked together in our flat, but to socialise with a group of people in the nude was yet another new experience. I was sure we'd be okay and that we wouldn't be the only new members there, but still there remained just a small grain of doubt in the back of my mind which simply refused to go away. The only thing I was certain about was that it was required etiquette to bring a towel each with us to sit on. The RAG meeting was being held in a vacant lecture room in the Social Sciences faculty building at my university. I had arranged to meet Beth at the university refectory and we would go and find the room together. The meeting was scheduled to begin at 4pm and was scheduled to finish at around 5:30pm, leaving us plenty of time to get to the naturists meeting at 7pm. However, as I sat in the refectory waiting for Beth to meet me, I noticed that she seemed to be running late - as I looked up at the clock on the wall I noticed it tick over to 3:55pm. Where had she got to?? Of course I reasoned that either her last lecture of the day had finished later than usual, or that she had missed her bus, but part of me still worried. I guess I inherited that from my mother - she was always a bit of a worrier. Since we arrived in York, she had insisted on us calling home every couple of days to reassure her that we were both okay and that we were eating properly and were properly engaged with our studies. If only she'd known what Beth and I really got up to! Eventually, as the clock ticked over to 3:58 the familiar shape of my sister came through the double doors and into the refectory. "What kept you?" I asked her after greeting her with a kiss. Of course, here miles away from home, nobody knew we were brother and sister so we could act almost like a conventional couple. To all my fellow students, we were simply boyfriend and girlfriend. "There was some kind of accident on the ring road, the traffic was terrible and the bus was running late." She explained, "Anyway, I'm here now. Where is it we have to go?" "Room 212 in the Social Sciences building - it's only across the way from here." I replied, "We'd better get a move on, though!" We rushed out of the refectory and across to the Social Sciences building on the opposite side of the courtyard. Finding room 212 was fairly easy and the meeting was only just getting started when we arrived. Two third year students, a guy called Shaun and a woman named Myra were the co-chairs of the RAG society and once they had welcomed the new influx of members, including Beth and myself, they got down to business which basically outlined the calendar of events for the academic year and what charities and organisations they were supporting and what events they had planned. A couple of causes caught my attention and I gladly put my hand up to volunteer my time. The first was for the men's health group, that year they were going to organise a few events to raise awareness of testicular cancer and to raise money for a specialist testicular cancer research group based at the nearby hospital. The other cause was for York's largest rescue centre for cats and dogs, something both Beth and I enthusiastically volunteered for. Various sub-committees were organised and would be meeting over the coming weeks. All in all it promised to involve a lot of fun and high jinks in the name of raising money and awareness and both Beth and I were looking forward to getting stuck in. ----- The first meeting over, Beth and I made our way towards our second meeting of the day - the first meeting of the University of North Yorkshire Naturist Society for the 1985-86 academic year. This time the meeting was being held in Marijke and Ben's house not far from the city centre. It was quite handy because it meant that it was roughly halfway between the university campus and our own flat which meant that we could walk there rather than take the bus. Perceptive of my emotions as she always was, it wasn't long before my twin sister picked up on my nervousness as we walked along the street towards Marijke and Ben's place. "Are you... are you nervous about going?" She asked me as I strolled by her side. "I... I don't know." I replied hesitantly. "It's okay to be nervous you know." My sister replied, placing her hand on my arm and trying to reassure me. "I'm not nervous." I insisted, although I wasn't entirely certain of my feelings. "Then what is it then?" Beth implored, "Come on, I can tell something's not right here." "Well, it's... it's a step into the unknown isn't it." I said, turning my head to face her, "I mean, that day we spent on Ille Solharvre was wonderful, but what if being nude in someone's house in York feels completely different?" "Oh Tommy." Beth said with a sigh, "It'll be fine believe me. You'll find that everyone there is friendly and totally non-judgemental." Beth was always the 'voice of reason' in our relationship - for whatever reason she always had a level-headed approach to things. For my own part, I was the more sensitively natured sibling. Some might say that normally it would be the boy that was the level-headed one and the girl that should be the sensitive and emotional one, but what is normal anyway? I often hated the narrow definition of masculinity - the so-called 'man-box' in which one must occupy in order to be considered a man. Why can't I display my emotions and still be a real man? I always wanted to argue. "I know you're right." I replied, "But part of me is still worried about... you know." "About what the other members might think of your er... member?" Beth speculated. "Well, a bit." I answered bashfully, "But also because of... well..." I looked down at my crotch hoping I wouldn't have to put it into words. "Oh, that." Beth said, suddenly enlightened as to the root cause of my nerves. "I mean what if it happens? I'd die of embarrassment!!" I answered. "Tommy, you can't keep worrying about getting an erection! It wasn't a problem when we went to lle Solharvre!" "I know." I groaned, "It's just that, well, Ille Solharvre was quite a liberal sort of place. What if this club is a lot more... conservative about such things? I don't want to be thrown out because I can't control my penis!" "You worry too much!" Beth scoffed, "You sound just like Mum sometimes! The more you get nervous, the more worked up you get. And the more worked up you get the more likely you are to get an unwanted erection - it's a self-fulfilling prophecy! If you calm down and relax you'll be more in control and it'd be less likely to happen. Just calm down okay? You'll be absolutely fine." "I should have asked Ben and Marijke about their club policy vis-a-vis erections when we were at the Fresher's Fair!" I moaned. Embarrassing as it was, I knew I should have asked them discreetly about whether a male member in a tumescent state was something that was frowned upon or was accepted like it had been on that sun-kissed little isle in the Mediterranean we had visited that had opened our eyes to recreational nudity. "It's a good job that I picked this up while we were there then isn't it!" Beth said triumphantly as she dug out a leaflet from her bag. She opened it and read out the passage from the leaflet's Frequently Asked Questions section she had obviously read for herself some time earlier. "Question: What happens if I get an erection? Answer: Perhaps the question we get asked most often! From time to time, it is natural for male members to become erect." Beth read from the leaflet, "While this is not something we encourage, we accept that sometimes it can be an unavoidable reflex. Our basic rule is that as long as a male member doesn't deliberately draw attention to his erection or flaunts it in an inappropriate or lewd manner, then it will be tolerated. If you are new to naturism, the occasional unwanted erection can occur - the more time one spends in nude company, the more one becomes accustomed to it and the less likely a man is to be afflicted with unwanted erections. With this in mind, we also respectfully ask female members to refrain from drawing attention to a male member having an erection as it can cause offence and embarrassment and can sometimes only make the problem worse for all concerned." Beth handed me the leaflet. "See?!" She said tersely, "If you get hard a couple of times nobody will judge you - just as long as you don't keep getting hard all the time and start waving your willy around in people's faces. And before you ask, no I'm not going to 'help you out' like I did in France!" Shortly after we arrived at the little island paradise of Ille Solharvre, when we had discovered it was a naturist resort, both Terri and then Beth had disrobed with a 'when in Rome' attitude, but I myself was reluctant to undress at the time. With some embarrassment I confessed that casually stripping off was different for me because... well, because females don't have to worry about having erections. It was seeing that the very notion of getting naked in the open air amongst other people, and the fear of being seen with a raging hard-on, was in fact actually making me become sizeably erect. It was then that Beth decided to 'help me out'. She marched me behind a nearby bush whereupon she took down my jeans and my pants and proceeded to fellate me. It sort of worked, preventing me from becoming erect and I reluctantly stripped off and joined the girls. Well, it worked for a while at least but later that morning we met a woman who actually lived on the island and spent most of her time nude and explained to us that on Ille Solharvre at least, the sight of men in an erect state was tolerated so long as it wasn't flaunted too much. "I never asked you to 'help me out' that day!" I retorted. "Yes, but would you have undressed if I hadn't?" Beth replied. "Well... probably not, no." I confessed. "Look, just stop worrying about it okay." Beth reiterated, "Everything will be alright. And besides, don't you think that I might be feeling nervous too?" "Well, are you?" I asked. "Yes I am... a little." "Why? I mean you don't have to worry about... y'know, getting unwanted erections!" "Maybe not, but there are plenty of other things for a woman to get nervous about." "Like what?" I asked. "Like taking my clothes off and being naked in front of a room of people I've never met before." Beth said, "Just because we don't get erections like you boys it doesn't mean women are totally comfortable taking our clothes off in unfamiliar surroundings and with unfamiliar people. Look, we don't have to go if you really aren't comfortable with it." Could I really back out of this? I figured to myself. The thing was, during that carefree day on Ille Solharvre, once I got over my initial nerves I had felt a sense of freedom that I had never felt before. Being nude felt wonderful and I looked back on the experience with awed fondness - could pursuing naturism in Yorkshire be worse? Would I miss out on something wonderful and eye-opening if I wimped out of going? "No!" I said firmly with a sudden flash of resolve, "We're doing this." I stopped and looked my sister in the eye to convey my sincerity. "We're doing this together." ----- With a trembling hand and a racing heartbeat I pressed the doorbell of the address we had been given - the house the co-chairs of the society, Marijke and Ben shared - the venue for tonight's meeting. It was a grand old Victorian semi-detached villa, slightly Gothic in design with stone window surrounds in the form of the classic Gothic pointed arch with leaded windows that incorporated little stained glass motifs. The front door was heavy with sturdy brass fixtures that gleamed in the encroaching twilight. A light came on in the hall and suddenly Beth and I were bathed in multicolour light as the hall light shone through the front door's vibrant stained glass. Marijke opened the door dressed in a pale pink satin bathrobe. "Ah! Welcome, it's Beth and... Timmy, isn't it?" She said as she welcomed us inside. "Tommy." I corrected her. "Sorry, Tommy - you'll have to forgive me, I have a terrible memory for names!" She replied apologetically, "Please come on in, we're all in the living room. There are one or two other new members to arrive yet but we've already started socialising. Can I get the two of you a drink?" "Um, sure what do you have?" I asked. "Well, we have some beer or wine if you'd prefer." Marijke replied, "Or tea and coffee if you don't want anything alcoholic." "A glass of wine would be lovely thank you." Beth said. "And for you Tommy?" our hostess asked. "Um, yes a glass of wine please." "White or red?" "White please." I answered for both of us. "Okay then, two white wines it is." Marijke said with a warm smile, "Now, the two of you can go upstairs to take your things off. Just use the front bedroom. Top of the stairs and straight ahead, you can't miss it. Once you've undressed, just come on down and you can introduce yourselves." Just then, the doorbell rang once again. Marijke excused herself and answered the door, a couple of women came in. Obviously, they were long-standing members of the society judging from the warm greeting of familiarity they gave each other. Beth and I headed up the stairs and easily found the front bedroom. It was clearly the smallest bedroom in the house, but it still had enough room for a double bed. It had obviously been pressed into service as a makeshift 'undressing room', judging by the piles of folded clothes laid on the bed. I counted twelve individual sets of clothes, which were of course soon to be joined by two more. "Together?" Beth said as she stood before me. "Together." I replied, and to show her that I was serious and had got over my initial nerves (at least on the surface), I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my trousers and pulled them down. A couple of minutes later, and after taking a deep breath each, Beth and I stepped out of the bedroom as naked as the day we were born. Our only adornments were the small gold crucifix pendant that Beth wore and my small braided leather bracelet with sterling silver clasps that I wore around my wrist. Beth had given me that bracelet a couple of years back as a birthday gift, wearing it had taken on a whole new meaning for me since our first sexual encounter together - in some ways I regarded it almost like a wedding ring of sorts. As we stepped out onto the landing the two women Marijke had welcomed a few minutes earlier came up the stairs. "Good evening." one of them said, "You must be new members - my name's Elaine and this is my girlfriend Pam." "I'm Beth." My sister replied, "And this is my... partner, Tommy." "Hi." I said a little meekly. "Are you two..." Beth began before being cut off. "Lesbians?" Pam speculated, anticipating Beth's enquiry. "No, I was going to say are you two new members too?" Beth clarified. "Oh, sorry." Pam replied awkwardly, "It's just that we get asked whether we're a couple quite a lot - it gets a bit tiring after a while." "That's okay." Beth said. I guess she figured that if they knew the truth about our relationship they'd see their own relationship in a different light. "No, we've been members for what, 4 years now." Elaine continued, "We came here as undergrads three years ago, and now we're both taking PHD's." "Are you... feeling a bit nervous by any chance Tommy?" Pam asked. "No! why?" I replied. "Well, it's just that you're... well, you seem to be a bit..." I looked down. "Shit!! I knew this would happen!" I groaned, my hands instantly and instinctively reaching down to cover myself. I was most decidedly erect. "Shh, it's okay." Elaine said, "It's nothing to be ashamed of, not here anyway. It can happen if you're new to all this." "This is only the second time we've done anything like this." Beth confessed, "I mean, with other people around." "Well, once you get used to it you'll find it gets easier." Pam said, "I guess it was easier for Elaine and me. We both come from naturist families, you see - we grew up among naked people." "I can't go downstairs like this Beth!!" I hissed. "Don't worry, nobody will mind." Elaine said, "Once you make that first step you'll be fine - it'll go down on its own." I tried to reply but for some reason I couldn't find the words. "Tell you what..." Elaine continued, "I'll bet you five quid that after ten minutes downstairs that erection of yours will be a distant memory and that nobody even makes any mention of it." "You're on!" Beth said enthusiastically. She caught a glimpse of the look I suddenly gave her. "What??" She said back at me, "Why are you looking at me like that?" "Nothing." I sighed, "Let's just get it over with." We left Elaine and Pam to undress themselves in the front bedroom and nervously I descended the stairs closely behind my sister. It felt decidedly wrong, going downstairs completely naked toward a room full of equally naked people I'd never met before whilst my stiffly engorged penis waggled in front of me. But I knew I had to try my best not to let it spoil things. Beth and I crossed the hallway and stepped into the living room - a group of fifteen or so people all completely and totally naked sat and stood around the room mingling and chatting with each other. I half expected a deathly silence to ensue as I stepped into the room sporting a firmly tumescent penis but aside from a few surprised double-takes, nobody said anything about it. "Ah, there you are!" Marijke said as she approached us with two glasses of wine. She too was now naked and she looked... well, she looked absolutely stunning! She glanced down at my erection and I felt my cheeks burning with embarrassment.