They walked through Tom’s home to the back, passing through a den with a sliding door that opened on the pool deck. Tom carried out a pile of towels with him.
“Okay, this is really nice,” Cynthia enthused when she saw the pool. “It’s pretty big, too.”
“It’s actually 75 feet long. A real pool. My sis is a competition swimmer too and the pool is one of the reasons my folks bought this house. I can practice my laps here if I’m careful flip-turning at the shallow end,” Tom replied. “If you want, you can put your suits on in the bathroom just inside the slider. I’m going in like this,” he said as he pulled off his shirt and shorts. “You’ve already seen all of me,” as he stood there nude, then turned and dove into the water.
Roger looked at Cynthia and a glance flew between them. He sat down on a chaise next to the towels and pulled off his shoes, then his shirt.
“I’m taking this in a bigger step,” he grinned at her, and pulled down his shorts and underwear. “But I’m not strutting.”
He pulled a towel over his lap, stood as he wrapped it around his waist, then walked to the pool’s edge and sat down with his feet in the water. He slid off the towel into the water.
“Coward!” Cynthia taunted and turned to the house, pulling Ayame with her, talking animatedly.
Soon the two emerged in swim suits and jumped into the pool. Roger had been doing some fast free-style laps and as he churned past her, she caught his eye and he slowed to an easy crawl.
“How’s naked swimming, bro?” Cynthia asked as she swam next to him.
“Cyn, it’s weird. Strange, but nice. The water on my skin is, well, it feels a little sensual.”
Tom had swum up to Cynthia and took her hands in his, smiling broadly at her. “Nice. You look good.”
“Say, Tom, I can see that swimming nude does slow you down,” Roger called.
“Yeah, Rog, see what happens when you’re trying to swim fast? Try a naked racing dive, I dare you. You’ll see how that feels! I love being nude in the water, but to compete, the suit is a must. Otherwise skinny-dipping is awesome, though. Hey, c’mon, Cindy, you gotta try it now.”
Roger had swum over to Ayame who was paddling around in the shallow end. “Darling, do you want to try slipping out of the suit while you’re in the water? I know you’ve been to onsen, but you can’t swim in them. No one can easily see you now, either.”
“Eehh, Rog, I think maybe. Give me moment to get courage, okay?”
Then Roger noticed that Cynthia was putting her swimsuit bottom on the pool coping next to her top and began swimming alongside Tom toward the deep end.
“Look, Ayame, look at Cindy.”
“Ooooh. Oh, she took it off. If she can, I can!” and Ayame pulled off her top. Then she turned around and slowly lowered her bottoms. “You already saw my body so this is a little okay, darling. So far this is okay.”
“Good for you, sweetie. That’s great.”
She pushed off and began swimming slowly toward the deep end.
“Wow, Ayame, I’m impressed. You did it!” Cynthia exclaimed.
“Yeah,” Tom agreed. “How’s it feel, guys?”
“Eeh, feels funny on the skin when I swim, but nice,” Ayame said softly.
“Yeah,” Cynthia agreed, “it’s really different not being in a suit. It tickles my, um, you know.”
“Well, enjoy the water. It’s also nice in a lake like our resort has but we don’t go to the nude part of the ocean beach very much; there are some strange characters there at times,” Tom commented.
They swam around and chatted for about fifteen minutes when the sliding door suddenly opened and two people came out of the house.
“Janice!” Tom exclaimed. “We didn’t expect you home till tomorrow.”
One of the girls answered, “We got done early so I decided to come today. This is my suitemate, Carlyn. Sorry to break into your party.”
Meanwhile, Cynthia and Ayame had rushed to the side of the pool to try to hide their nudity.
Tom said, “Guys, that’s my sister Janice. She goes to college in San Diego; she’s a sophomore.”
“Yeah, I brought my friend home for a taste of our lifestyle. I told her that my family were nudists and she couldn’t believe it at first. I convinced her to give it a try.” Janice remarked.
“That’s what we’re doing here! Hell, your timing sucks, sis,” Tom complained. “I was giving them a private nude swimming experience.”
“Well, we can go to my room if you want...” Janice began.
Cynthia interrupted, “Wait, if I’m gonna get used to this, two more girls won’t make any difference, you know, so don’t leave because of me. How about you, Ayame?”
She shook her head slowly. “Nie, is okay.”
Cynthia continued, “I’m Cindy, my brother is Roger, and this is our cousin Ayame.”
The two girls echoed, “Hi.”
Janice looked at Carlyn. “Are you okay with the boys in the pool or do you want to wait?”
“I spent all day working up my courage so I’m not chickening out. I see the girls’ suits on the pool edge, so I’ll do the same,” Carlyn said, looking around. “Where can I change?”
She came out of the house in a suit, slid into the pool, and took her suit off. Meanwhile, Janice had stripped on the pool deck and jumped in. She swam over to Tom and gave him a hug and kiss.
“How’s my favorite brother doing? Dad told me you’re in that Program business,” she said.
Carlyn came swimming up. “They made him do that awful nonsense? God, am I glad I graduated before that crap began.”
Janice asked Carlyn, “So how’s it feel to be nude in the pool?”
“Need to get used to it, but so far it’s kinda nice, I guess. Tell me again why you like this nudist stuff?”
“Yeah, I’d like to hear that too,” Cynthia chimed in, followed by Roger and endorsed by a little “Me too” from Ayame, who was holding onto Roger as he drifted over to them.
“Okay, class,” Janice grinned at her rapt audience. “Pay attention ‘cause a quiz follows the lecture. I’ve been a nudist since I was little, like Tom, so I never had any qualms about trying it out like our step-dad did. But when I was a teen and other kids my age had body issues, I’d look at all of the body types at the resorts my family went to, everyone was different, and being nude was like no big deal for anyone. The relaxation and recreation are fantastic; when I’m at a resort hanging out nude, I’m at peace both physically and mentally and any concerns of the outside world just kind of disappear. Another thing is the really super social contacts you make—other people are so great. That’s such a wonderful, positive force—the friendships I’ve made are strong and meaningful.
“Another thing is that there’s no social status when you’re nude. No one wears fancy clothes or puts on airs. Everyone tends to be genuine people, they’re accepting, easygoing, and friendly. And like other nudists, I’ve embraced the lifestyle because I love being around people who enjoy lots of simple pleasures while being nude, things like swimming, sunbathing, cooking, playing games, gardening, and just socializing. I think the very best feeling in the world is to lay on a recliner in the sun while a gentle breeze flows over my skin. After you experience that for a few hours, you won’t want to give it up, I think.”
“Sis, you sound like a sales agent for our resort,” Tom joked. “But she’s right on. I feel just the same way. And it’s helping me very much with the naked Program in school, even though the dumb Program stresses public sex and not the benefits of nudism. So because of that, the Program is a kind of anti-nudist experience.”
Janice went on, “Yeah, sex has no place in a nudist resort, public sex, anyway. That would get someone banned for life.” She laughed. “Sure, sometimes the guys get a hardon and sometimes the women get wet over the hot guys. And of course there are always some who hook up. Only that’s always in private. But mostly nudism isn't about sex at all. So the Program in school is about sex stuff?”
“Yeah, but at our school all the required public sex parts got really toned down, thanks to Cynthia and Roger, actually,” Tom explained. “They began this resistance effort and now most kids are refusing to participate. In my week—that’s this week—there wound up being only five doing it out of the thirty who were selected.”
Tom went on to explain to the girls the obnoxious details of the Program’s sexual expectations and how the resistance at the school worked.
Janice asked Tom, “So your friends here all refused to be in the Program but still came here to try out nudism?” She turned to Cynthia. “You’re really okay with this?”
“So far...” Cynthia responded.
“Yeah, I thought the Program was giving my lifestyle a bad rep, and they had some issues—kinda like modesty—that I’m trying to help them with,” Tom answered.
“So nudie neophytes,” Janice called to the others, “how do you guys feel about being nude in the water now?”
A chorus of, “Okay,” “Fine,” “All right,” answered her.
“Hey, are all of you ready for the next step? Leaving the water all bare?” she asked, eyes twinkling.
“Ooooh,” came from Carlyn and Ayame.
Ayame splashed over to Roger, who was about ten feet away talking to Tom, and grabbed his arm.
“Darling, ready for another small step?” Roger asked.
“Aayhh, I don’t know... I think I try, but hold me? I’m afraid they’ll see scars...”
“Ayame, no one really looks that closely—and even if you had huge scars, no one cares at all,” Tom reassured her. “I told Roger that there’s a woman at my resort who had breast cancer and has scars where her breasts were removed. Nobody will care, my word on that.”
Cynthia was talking quietly to Carlyn and then the two of them walked toward the stairs at the shallow end of the pool, and hand in hand, they slowly climbed up the steps and out of the water.
Janice called, “Yes! They did it! Good show, guys; now pull the loungers out of the shade and see how the sun feels on your body. You’ll need some sunscreen if you lay out more than a few minutes, remember.”
Roger began moving to the steps and Ayame came hesitantly along; when they reached the bottom step, she grabbed his arms and wrapped them around her body.
“Want like this to hold me,” she demanded.
“Sure, darling. Careful so you don’t slip.”
They climbed the steps. When they reached the deck, Roger slid his hands down Ayame’s arms and took hold of her hands, turning her to face him.
“Oh my god,” he breathed, “you’re an angel. Darling, you’re so, so pretty.” He crushed her in an embrace. Then he pulled back again. Ayame’s face was shining a bright red.
He gazed at her body. She had broad, tapering shoulders and her pert B-cup breasts sat proudly, high on her ivory-skinned chest with prominent nipples atop small brown areolas. Her waist was slim and flared out at her hips which tapered down to her long and graceful legs. But what caught his eye was her tuft of pubic hair atop her prominent mound. It was black and silky smooth, trimmed into a neat bush that accentuated the bottom of her belly, and he could see a hint of her pussy lips protruding between her thighs. Roger then recalled her modesty over her burn scars.
“Darling, your body is awesome. But where are your scars that you’re afraid people will see? I don’t see...”
She had pulled back further and turned a bit to the right.
“Here... and here are scars,” she pointed.
“Oh. Ah, I see, um, like stretch marks? And some lighter skin patches. But sweetie, they’re almost invisible, you know. I didn’t notice them till you showed them to me. Oh my god, your butt is so cute! Oh, darling, you’ve got a wonderful body. Please, please don’t be ashamed of it. Come, let’s try lying in the sun and I’ll put some lotion on you, okay?”
Ayame jerked in alarm and looked around suddenly. “Oh, the others, I forgot them watching... ayyy, they aren’t staring at me...”
“No, sweetie; Tom is obsessed with Cindy, see the way he’s looking at her, and the two girls are staring at Tom. Well, Carlyn is and Janice is watching both of them. So funny! What a hoot.”
As Tom stood talking to Cynthia, he was indeed devouring her with his eyes, smitten with her tall, athletic figure. He noted how her chest and belly musculature was overlaid with soft, feminine flesh but the underlying muscles were still clearly defined. Her C-cup breasts rode highly over her chest muscles and were spaced widely on her chest with long, erect nipples atop deep pink areolas. And at the bottom of her belly, her red pubes was shaped in a neat landing strip ending at her slit. The muscles of her back were even more apparent and rippled as she moved, and her ass was round, firm, and sported two deep dimples at the top of her butt. He stared, captivated by her figure, and Cynthia noticed his rapt expression as he gazed at her. She blushed under his devouring gaze.
“Tom! You said that nudists never stare!” she admonished him.
“God, I can’t help it,” he sighed. “You’re like one of those Greek goddesses—Diana, I saw the sculpture, so beautiful...”
She giggled, “Oh, please, you’re embarrassing me. You’re no slouch in the looks department either, you know.”
“Yeah, I’ve noticed you looking at me, too,” he grinned and she slapped his shoulder.
“Janice, you didn’t tell me about this kind of stuff going on with nudists,” Carlyn joked. “If that isn’t suggestive behavior, I don’t know what is!”
Janice looked at Tom, grinning. “You two have something going on, huh, bro?”
Tom looked at Cynthia. “I’m not sure. Cindy?”
He reached out to her and put his hands on her hips, looking into her eyes. Her body reacted with a tiny shiver and then she melted into him in an embrace. Then they kissed.
“Oooo,” Cynthia exclaimed after a few dozen seconds elapsed. “Yeah, he does like me, I guess,” as she felt Tom’s stiffening erection pressing into her belly.
“Damn treacherous organ,” he muttered. “Down, boy, don’t get me in trouble.”
Janice was laughing now. “Cindy, you should know that macho-man here practically never pops a boner at our resorts, so clearly you’re the cause of this one. And I like it, too. Bro, you’re quite the stud.”
“My god, Jan, cut it out! Today wasn’t anything about sex, you know,” Tom complained as he wrapped a towel around his waist.
But no sooner than he had tucked in the towel, Carlyn tugged at the cloth and it dropped to the deck.
“Hey!” Tom exclaimed.
“Program boys aren’t allowed to cover up,” Carlyn smirked. “I’m enjoying the view.”
“So am I,” Cynthia whispered as she put her hands on Tom’s hips and leaned in to kiss him gently on the lips.
“Wow, Jan, is this what you nudists do? You never told me it was like this,” Carlyn grinned.
“Well, not in public at the resorts. Sure, we play around and tease a bit. But if a guy gets aroused, he needs to cool it. Hey, bro...?” Janice turned because Cynthia had squealed.
Tom had picked her up and was striding to the pool’s edge carrying her.
“Yeah, I need to cool both of us off!” he shouted as he hopped into the water, making a huge splash as Cynthia shrieked in surprise.
Everyone laughed, and Ayame, who was now sitting on a nearby chaise next to Roger and had been watching Tom and the others talking, whispered to him, “He’s such a good looking boy, but I think you look much nicer.”
“And you look just fab, sweetie. Man, I think I could get to like this. I don’t believe it, but I feel really relaxed—maybe because everyone is nude. Maybe this nudism stuff ain’t that bad.”
“Darling, I still need to get, eerrr, more at ease—is that it? Used to being like this. I like how my skin feels in the sun, so Janice was right about that. Just hold me, okay?” Ayame whispered to him.
“Carlyn, so what do you think about your first nudist experience?” Janice asked.
“Not what I expected. I thought it was only gonna be the two of us doing it, but I’ll say that having the others here was... ah... interesting. Yeah. I’m okay, I guess. The two guys are real hunks, too, so that’s nice. And being nude and not getting hit on, that’s cool.” She thought a little more. “So what do I think? It’s not bad, physically, anyway. No more uncomfortable than wearing a thong bikini. And I can feel the breeze and sun much more. I still need to get used to it psychologically, I guess.”
“Well, the next step can really help with that. You want to try doing the resort some time? Go all out? It’s just like this but with a few more people. And fun stuff to do, also,” Janice continued.
“Maybe... I’ll see, okay?”
“Good; now we gotta go to get to the shops I told you about. Hey, guys,” she called to the others, “Carlyn and I have some stuff we need to do, so see ya around, okay? Nice to meet you guys and welcome to the nudist life!”
The others waved farewell. Tom and Cynthia were in the pool, holding each other and having a whispered conversation. As the sliding door closed, Roger pulled Ayame close and kissed her. She looked at his lap.
“Mmmm. That looks so nice. I like how it stands up that way,” she murmured into his mouth.
“Um,” Roger said. “Maybe I need to cool off too. Let’s go,” and he pulled her up and over to the pool and the two of them slid into the water.
“Oh, look at Cindy and Tom,” Ayame breathed as she looked at the other couple.
Tom had been staring into Cynthia’s eyes and then he moved his head close to hers; their lips touched. Their kiss began slowly at first as they became familiar with each other’s taste, but it quickly heated into a flaming passion that overtook them both as their lips rubbed against each other’s. Tom very hesitantly touched Cynthia’s lips with the tip of his tongue and was startled at her eager acceptance of his tongue’s touch as she opened her mouth and met his tongue with her own.
Cynthia felt Tom’s hands gliding over her body, moving over her back, to her hips, down to her ass, stroking, kneading, caressing. She exhaled and shuddered as a hand moved over her breast and tweaked a nipple. Shivering, Cynthia broke the kiss and looked right at Ayame who was watching her, wide-eyed and fascinated by the scene. Cynthia winked at Ayame and resumed kissing Tom.
Roger turned Ayame to face him and put a finger on her lips, then moved his lips to replace his finger.
“Let’s do that too, darling,” he whispered.
They kissed passionately as Roger explored Ayame’s body with his hands, the water shielding from view all the places he stroked and caressed while Ayame’s hands were similarly occupied. Her hand found Roger’s rampant erection.
“Ehh. I love how this feels, darling,” she moaned. “It’s so hot, even in the pool water.”
Roger just groaned.
Ayame peered down through the water and a flush of pure desire flooded through her. Roger’s penis was fully hard now and she felt a lump form in her throat as the thought of having that hardness penetrating her body suddenly flashed into her mind. Using both of her hands, she stroked its head and cupped his balls and then squeezed them gently; then she spiraled her hands up and down Roger’s raging hardon.
“Ayam... uuuggghhhhh! Oooowwhh!” Roger grunted and Ayame saw a plume of milky cum erupt from between her fingers, then a second and third glob jetted out, slowly writhing into sinuous ropy tendrils which then separated into a number of torturous threads that gradually drifted away in the water’s currents.
She giggled as Roger grabbed her head and thrust his tongue down her throat as he crushed his groin into hers and mashed their chests together. She felt his hands travel down her back and shivered as they stroked her firm, tight ass. Next she became aware of Roger’s traveling fingers, which had reached her slit and found her molten core.
“Uuuhhhh, oooh, Roger, aaaaahhhh,” she sighed. “Ahhh, please, careful,” she groaned as she let herself go, drifting into the sensations his fingers were producing.
All at once, Roger lifted Ayame up onto the pool coping, spread her legs, and dove into her crotch with his face.
“Ehh! What are...! Uunnhhh! Ayyeeeee!” Ayame squealed and grabbed his head, trying to push him away.
But Roger bore in, starting at her clit, lapping at her fiercely and running the flat of his tongue up and down her lips. Then instead of her continuing to try to push his head away, Ayame grunted and pulled him into her, moaning with the sensations Roger’s tongue was evoking. His tongue teased her inner lips as she gasped, sighed, and spread her legs farther apart inviting him to penetrate her farther, so he took a finger and twirled it around her little love button while he lashed it with his tongue. Ayame’s groans of pleasure were louder now and when Roger’s finger traced down her slit and found her sopping wet vagina, she squealed with shock and pleasure as he pushed it into her, through the little opening in her hymen, and wiggled it.
Ayame was now so far lost in sensual overload that her eyes were squeezed shut, her fists were clamped tightly in Roger’s hair, and she was moaning continuously. Roger could sense that she was almost at the edge and decided to push her over, knowing that she was so far gone that she desperately needed her release. He began to lick her between her lips from her clit to vagina, stroking his tongue in time with his probing digits. Then he put his lips over her clit and sucked on the little nub hard while flicking it with his tongue and she immediately came, her mound pushing into his face with quick jerks of movement, and she uttered a voiceless scream, almost like air whistling from her lungs.
Roger kept gently stroking Ayame’s slit and kept his finger slowly moving in her cunt as she rode out her orgasm and then began to climb to another high as Roger increased the intensity of his ministrations. Ayame shuddered and her hips jerked as she panted loudly, pressing herself against his face and hand. She arched her back and pressed hard against him, encouraging him to keep stimulating her dripping pussy. Roger, in turn, was loving it, listening to Ayame’s throaty moans and feeling her pulsating cunt. Now his tongue never left her clit and his fingers never left her slit and cunt as he brought her to another shattering climax.
As she tried to focus on catching her breath, she again felt Roger’s strong fingers working and his insistent tongue moving as he kept his face between her legs, continuing to gently lick her vulva and upper thighs as she recovered from her second orgasm. He was patient, soothing her gently as she rode out the aftershocks and her body gradually calmed and her rigid muscles relaxed.
Then he pulled Ayame off the edge to him and crushed her in an embrace. She shuddered as the water hit her searing hot sex but wrapped her arms around him and heaved a huge, gasping sigh.
“Aa, anata wa watashi ni nani o shimashita ka?” she moaned and shivered in another aftershock.
“What did I do to you? Darling, I showed you how you made me feel when you stroked me. How you made Cindy feel when you did that to her. Was it good?”
“Aa. I never... not know how to say. Awesome? So intense. Was it the orgasm? Ahhh, never knew how good! Aa, others see?” she jerked away in alarm.
“Don’t worry, they’re so wrapped up in each other they wouldn’t notice a parade passing by...” Roger said, grinning.
Ayame looked over and giggled. Tom was now sitting on the back end of a chaise, leaning forward, and Cynthia was kneeling between his legs, busily giving him an enthusiastic blow job. Tom’s eyes were closed and his hands were holding Cynthia’s head; he was breathing heavily and moaning with every movement of her head.
Then Cynthia pulled back a bit and started to lick his shaft, running her tongue down its entire length in slow, titillating strokes, while she jacked her hand on the parts that her tongue wasn’t licking. She moaned lustfully as she tongued and stroked Tom; then the fingers of her other hand found her clit and stroked around it as she lapped Tom’s pole. She finally took Tom into her mouth again and started to suck his prick energetically, her tongue lashing and teasing its underside until Tom thought he would burst and he desperately thrust his hips forward.
“Aaagggg...uuuhhh... cumming, Cindy,” he gurgled.
She felt his cock begin to twitch and swell and pulled it out of her mouth just as Tom came; spurts of semen burst from his rigid organ, covering her chin, neck, and naked breasts with pearlescent splashes of cum.
Cynthia giggled to him, “Ooops, I was afraid to swallow the first time, but I promise to practice to get better.”
“God, doll, no practice needed! Hell, I never felt anything like that before! You were fantastic!” Tom gasped.
“Yeah, big sis, that looked awesome too,” Roger chuckled as he and Ayame walked up to them. “You sure that this nudism stuff isn’t an excuse for hot sex?” he asked Tom.
Tom blushed. “C’mon, guy. I didn’t mean to get carried away. I kind of noticed that you two were also getting it on, right?”
Ayame squeaked and grabbed Roger’s arm, then she giggled.
“Roger only demonstrating me some Program stuffs,” and gave Cynthia a knowing look; then the two of them cracked up.
“Huh?” Tom said blankly.
“You know, like Relief demo, in class for people to watch how done?” Ayame pressed on.
Now Roger, Cynthia, and Ayame were laughing and Tom raised an eyebrow, looking from one to another.
“Oooo-kay. Wanna fill me in?”
So the three of them gave him a brief explanation of their first foray into sexual contact the previous week and soon Tom was chuckling along with them.
“That’s quite some story,” he said, after they had laughed at the retelling of the events of their impromptu anatomy lesson. “Say, Ayame, you and Cindy seem to be much more comfortable now. How do you feel?”
Ayame blushed. “Am feeling better. Still little shy, but is feeling not too bad.”
“Yeah, I heard you were shy about your body because of scars, but, my God, Ayame, you’re beautiful! Your body is perfect, man what a shape, and you’re just so pretty. You’d look awesome compared to most people I see at our resorts, you too, Cindy. You’re both really gorgeous girls,” Tom commented.
“Ehh? You don’t see scar?” exclaimed Ayame.
“No!” the three spoke at once.
Tom continued, “Listen. You’re really pretty. I do see some patches of lighter colored skin, but if you think you need to be ashamed of that, you should see some of the people who really have disfigurements—and they aren’t ashamed of how they look. Anyone looking at you won’t see any tiny imperfections. They’ll see an awesome-looking girl.”
“Ah, thank you, Tom,” Ayame breathed and embraced him. “Thank you for saying that. Ehh!” She pulled back. “I hugged a naked boy again!”
Everyone laughed and Roger said, “Yeah, and this time you’re naked too.”
She giggled. “It not so bad now, I guess. In a way it feels nice, like this standing here. Um, still a little nervous. I mean, it kind of feels, ehh, natural?” Tom nodded his head vigorously. “Yes, natural, like nothing to hide behind, like showing the scars I was always afraid of, and now I learn today that no one sees them or really cares if they are there. It’s like something different now happens to me and maybe I see myself in another way.”
“That’s it exactly, Ayame. The Program crap at school is all twisted, making nudity into a trial to overcome, like a kind of ordeal. Nudity—and nudism, they’re about beauty, not physical beauty, but inner, natural beauty. The people, they may not be pretty outside, maybe just plain, or fat, or not centerfold models, but it’s their inner beauty that comes out. That’s the ‘natural’ feeling that nudists talk about. You’re doing great now... Do you guys think you might want to go to the resort with me sometime? It’s a super way to unwind and have a fun time.”
“Well, maybe we can talk some more about it?” Cynthia asked. “I had fun here today and feel a little more relaxed, so maybe.”
“Yeah, it was okay,” Roger agreed. “Meeting your sister and her friend and being nude here kinda helped too and I didn’t feel as self-conscious as I thought I’d be. But it’s up to Ayame; I won’t do it if she’s uncomfortable.”
“Err, not sure yet. Was okay today, but I know you boys and see both nude before...” Ayame began.
“Say, how about this? If we do a barbeque this weekend, two of my resort friends live in the area and their girlfriends are nudists too. My parents will be home, but I can ask them to give us some privacy. Then you can meet others our age, still being really private, and see if you feel any differently, okay?” Tom suggested.
Ayame ducked her head in a quick nod and blushed.
“What’s that mean?” Tom asked, confused.
“That was an embarrassed ‘yes,’ Tom,” Cynthia smiled and turned to face Ayame. “Very good, Ayame. I’m so proud of you.”
Ayame looked up at her and broke into a wide smile. “Ooooo. See Cindy had great time nude,” and giggled.
“Huh? What...” Cynthia looked at where Ayame was staring and blushed. “Oh, my. I’m still wearing Tom’s outpouring of affection.” Everyone laughed. “Wow, look, you came a lot, didn’t you, Tom?”
“Oh, God, yeah. Oh man, Cindy, that was the best feeling ever,” he sighed and embraced her again.
Roger tapped Ayame on the shoulder. “Hey, doll, this is where we came in, I think...” and embraced her. They melted into their own kisses.
Tom was kissing Cynthia passionately now and grinding his erect prick into her belly.
“Oh, God, Cindy, I think I’m in love. Oh, man...” he groaned but Cynthia put her finger on his lips.
“Shhh. Don’t say that yet. Not here, not now. Wait till we’re alone somewhere, Tom, I promise. I want to talk and kiss you like this again and see where that leads us.”
“Uuunnh, wow, I’ll hold you to that, doll, just as soon as we’re alone together somewhere.” Tom glanced down and blushed. “Shit. You can see I have a more immediate problem again, what you do to me. I guess you get me so excited.”
She stroked and squeezed his ass cheeks. “Good. I want you to get hot when you think about me.”
Tom groaned again. “It’s a good thing we’re private or else I’d be banned for life with this hot rod I’m sporting again. Maybe the pool will cool me down. Wanna come too?”
“Sure. Let’s go!”
It was two quick hops to the water; they took them hand in hand and the two youngsters threw themselves into the water in a big cannonball jump. Coming up for air, the two turned and paddled back toward the wall and then hauled themselves up on the edge. They sat on the edge and Cynthia glanced down at Tom’s lap; his prick had softened somewhat, although it was still a little tumescent.
Tom looked at Cynthia. “Well, two jobs done.”
“Hmmm? Two?”
“Yeah, my hardon on me and my cum on you,” he sniggered. “Both gone...” He looked down. “Um, well, almost gone, anyway. Jeez, the effect you have on me. I love it, though. Hey, my folks’ll be home in about twenty minutes. Unless you want to stay...”
“Um, that’s okay, sweetie, maybe next time, okay?” Cynthia said.
They got toweled off and dressed, and the twins and Ayame left for home after Cynthia and Tom exchanged another deep kiss.
As they drove off, Roger glanced at Cynthia in the mirror; she was in the back seat. “Hey big sis, you and Tom an item now?”
“Cut that out. I’m older than you and can still take you, you know. Yeah, I’m kinda taken with the lug. He’s a sweet kid, so loving and caring. Did you see how he and his sister got on? You can tell the deep love between them—just like us. Yeah, I think I kinda feel like I’m falling for him, but don’t tell him I said so, okay?”
“Sure, Cyn. You know I don’t gossip. Hey, Ayame, sweetie, you were really awesome being naked like that, you know.”
“Yes, only it was like homework, really,” she grinned.
“Uh oh, I can see it coming. Ayame, you have a wicked sense of humor, you know,” Cynthia giggled. “Homework just how?”
“Yeah, phobia work. This was exposure therapy, not? Small step exposure,” Ayame tittered.
The twins laughed. “Sure was,” Roger agreed. “And I liked doing that homework, too. Especially the extracurricular parts.”
They all laughed at that.
“And I liked those extra parts,” Ayame said in a whisper.
Roger’s cock twitched. “Oh yeah, me too,” he breathed.
Cynthia told her mother as they entered their home about hearing about the news coverage of the raid of the kidnaper’s office.
“Yeah, Cyn, I heard the same thing too. Let’s check the news when it comes on later.”
The news reports had very little additional information. The only new detail that was mentioned was that the teens would be in the hospital for several days and that they were part of the federal Naked in School Program that area schools were beginning to adopt.
“Oh, well, I guess law enforcement is keeping the wraps on this for a bit longer; maybe they’re trying to find out if any federal people were involved in that nasty business,” Sgt Denison mused.
“Dad, what do you think will happen if there are any government employees involved, anyway?” Roger asked.
“No idea. Politics is a dirty word to us in the armed services. We avoid it at all costs,” he grinned.
Later that evening, as they were getting into bed, Ayame spoke hesitantly to Cynthia.
“Errr, Cindy? Um, can I ask you?”
“Sure, sweetie. You’ve had this look all evening, something bugging you. Don’t be afraid to ask.”
“Hai. You with Tom today, you were, um, with his thing? Sucking? Oh, I’m embarrassed... What... um...”
“Oh, sweetie. Do you know what a ‘blow-job’ is? Ferachio?”
“Ehh! Oh yes, I didn’t know for certain; I saw in manga where girl had face in boy’s crotch but not show any more. Tom was enjoying, right?”
“Oh, yes, and me too. That was such a cool experience—it made me hot and wet! Mmmm.”
“But he pees from there...”
“Sweetie, did you like when Roger licked you? You pee from there too.”
“Ehh! Hai, was such a good feeling! When I did that to you, it was so good too?”
“God, the best, darling. It feels like that to a boy, too, obviously. Tom was in the pool and he tasted a little bit like the pool at first. So if the boy is clean, there shouldn’t be any taste. Shit, the feeling of that cock in my mouth was awesome! Then he began to leak and it was a lot!” Cynthia said dreamily.
“Leak? What is leak?”
“Did they teach in your health or sex ed class about boys when they get stimulated? Stuff starts to come out, kind of like how our pussies get wet, you know? It’s called pre-cum; I don’t remember the scientific word. I think it’s jizen ken... is that right?”
“Hai, that is right word, okay. But it was nice, doing it for him? You looked like it was enjoying.”
“Oh, yeah. Feeling the hardness of his cock under that silky skin, mmmm, and the sensation of it in my mouth... Aaahhh, I felt such power, such strength at how he seemed fully under my control—like I could get him to do anything I wanted. His manhood was in my mouth; he felt like part of me. I wonder if it’s like that when we make love...” she trailed off.
“Ehh? Are you thinking... Cindy, you want him to make love...?”
“Oh, yeah, I think of that a lot. He’s soooo dreamy, what a hunk. I don’t know if I’ll really do it, but it’s so nice to imagine what it could be like. And giving him that blow-job was just wonderful... Mmmmm, I’m gonna have nice dreams. Maybe he really is my Prince Valiant...” she sighed. “G’night, sweetie. Hope your dreams are wonderful too.”
“Good night, Cindy. Thank you.”
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