On Saturday afternoon, Tom answered the door at his home for the twins and Ayame; they had brought some soft drinks and a fruit bowl to share.
“C’mon in guys, hi, Cindy,” Tom greeted them and hugged Cynthia. “Let me introduce my folks.”
They went into the living room and the two adults there stood.
“Cindy and Roger Denison, Ayame, oops...”
“Asano,” she prompted.
“... um, this is my mom, Barbara, and step-dad, Mitchell Kerrey.”
They all shook hands with each other.
Mitchell said, “Tom asked us to give you guys some privacy for your...”
Cynthia interrupted. “Sir, we three discussed that and decided that if you’d like to be here, we wouldn’t mind, if it’s okay with Tom, too.”
“Really?” Tom exclaimed. “Mom, Dad, is that okay with you?”
“Well, sure, if your guests are certain,” Barbara said after Mitchell nodded at her. “We’ll be unobtrusive then, maybe join you for the meal if it’s okay.”
“Sure, ma’am,” Roger said. “And we thought that talking to Mr Kerrey would be helpful for us too.”
“Please call me Mitchell, Roger, all of you, okay? If you’re trying out nudism, part of that is dropping some of the formalities.”
“The others haven’t gotten here yet but I got a text that they’ll be here in fifteen,” Tom said. “You wanna change or whatever?”
The three guests decided to get into their suits, so they changed and went out to the pool. A minute later, Tom appeared nude, and then Mitchell and Barbara walked out wearing light coverups.
“We decided to wait until you kids were comfortable before we adults stripped off,” Barbara explained. “I understand your being hesitant about the nudist lifestyle.”
Cynthia shrugged. “Well, it’s a real effort to overcome a lifetime of modest feelings and the three of us are trying to adjust to this new situation. I think I’ll get in the water now; let’s go, Ayame.”
They got into the pool and Cynthia removed her suit and put it on the pool’s edge. Then the doorbell rang and Tom went to answer it. Meanwhile Roger hopped into the pool and took off his suit too, and soon Tom came back out, followed by four nude kids. They walked over to Tom’s parents and they all hugged each other.
Tom called to the three in the water, “Guys, these are Robin Andrews who’s with Richard Wynn and Ellen Marks and Sam Tymers.” Then he named the trio in the water.
While Tom was introducing his friends, Cynthia examined them as she dealt with her conflicting emotions—a hint of terror flashed into her mind, a desire to hide herself overcame her thoughts and she felt a little dizzy as her entire body was enveloped in a flush. She realized that she was breathing hard and her heart was hammering in her chest. Pushing back firmly against her rising panic, she tried to divert her thoughts by gathering some visual impressions of the naked kids on the pool deck.
Robin was short, a little over five feet tall, with curly black hair, and had a sturdy but not fat figure, with cute, small round breasts, a neatly trimmed bush, and a really curvaceous ass. Her friend Richard was also short; he was stocky with a broad, smiling face, thick biceps, a well-developed chest and six-pack abs, and a bushy black pubic bush that all but concealed his penis and balls. Cynthia realized that with his build, he must lift weights.
Then she turned her attention to Ellen, who was of middling height with platinum blond hair and was as thin as a rail; her chest was almost flat; her little breasts were cone-shaped but she had enormous erect nipples, a shaved mound, and a totally flat ass, while brown-haired Sam was wearing thick glasses and had an average build. He had also shaved his pubic hair; his cock was average in length but was extremely thick and had a very large, plum-like crown. Cynthia realized that she found the sight of their nude bodies captivating and kind of alluring in a way; the girls weren’t fashion-model pretty and the boys weren’t hunks, but their apparent comfort in their nudity projected such a deep inner beauty that she suddenly realized the meaning of Tom’s description of nudist beauty.
Cynthia realized that her breathing was slowing down and while her thoughts and sight remained fixed on the fascinating nude bodies of Tom’s teen friends, she gathered her resolve, screwed up her courage, and climbed out of the water. She went to the four kids and shook their hands.
“Wow, Cindy!” Tom exclaimed. “Way to go!”
As Ellen shook Cynthia’s hand, she said, “Oh Cindy, you’re so pretty. It’s nice to meet you and I’m so happy that Tom invited us today.”
The others also exchanged pleasantries; Roger had also joined them; Cynthia noticed that her twin was also exhibiting signs of extreme anxiety. He hadn’t moved to leave the pool until she had climbed up the pool stairs. Ayame came to the pool edge and reached her hand up to shake the hands of the newcomers as they entered the pool and was complimented by the girls too.
Tom called to his parents, “Mom, Dad? C’mon in too!”
They stood, removed their coverups, and walked down the pool steps into the water. Cynthia immediately noticed a number of large surgical and burn scars on the right side of Mitchell’s body, upper leg, and arm.
Everyone in the pool floated and swam around talking and getting to know each other for the next half hour; Roger spent most of the time with Ayame as she told the others about her coming to the U.S. for college. No one mentioned anything at all about her being the only clothed person in the pool. Soon some of the kids decided to get out and rest in the sun; Ellen and Cynthia lay down in a couple of chaises, then Tom’s parents got out and returned to their chairs. Tom went into the house and brought out some trays of snacks and drinks.
Ayame whispered to Roger, “Ah, I will do it now. Feel strange as only one with suit.”
She pulled off her swimsuit, grabbed Roger’s hand, and then resolutely waded to the steps and climbed out with him. The others glanced at the couple leaving the pool but immediately returned to their conversations. Ayame drew Roger over to sit next to Tom’s parents.
“Hi, Ayame, Roger.” Mitchell greeted them.
“You’re really very pretty, Ayame,” Barbara said. “Tom told us you were adopted as a little girl and you had been in a fire and were shy about some scars.”
“Hai. Um, yes, Barbara. I was always shy about body because I was teased about burns. But my burns now have almost no showing...” she blushed as she glanced at Mitchell, “and I try to get over modesty, so my thanks for this chance with other people.”
Mitchell gently rested his hand on Ayame’s arm. “Ayame, I really know how you must have felt. I was seriously hurt in an IED attack; I got shrapnel wounds and burns so severe that I had to leave the Army. When I met Barbara and her wonderful kids and fell in love with all of them, I found out that they had this weird lifestyle, one that I couldn’t understand; they liked to be nude outdoors with other people. First, I was really a modest guy even before my injuries. After, I was certain that I looked horrible; hell, I looked horrible to myself.
“Then they all insisted that they wanted me to go to these nudist places with them. It was so damned difficult! I did it slow, just like you’re doing here, but it took me weeks and weeks to get up the nerve to be naked with more than several people at once. So you’re doing way better than I ever did. If you got this far, dear, you’ve already conquered your modesty, you know. Look, see how no one’s paying any attention to how people aren’t wearing suits?”
Ayame and Roger looked around and everyone was either sitting or standing in various groups, talking to each other quietly.
“Yes, Mitchell, I see,” Ayame said. “no one is staring. It is good.”
“It took a long time for me to figure that out, Ayame,” he continued. “I was embarrassed at how I looked. I thought people would be repelled by my appearance or treat me with pity and I couldn’t bear the thought of exposing myself to that—I actually was ashamed of my body! It was awful feeling that way and Barbara and the kids helped me see that nudists aren’t judgmental at all about anyone’s physical appearance. It was a liberating feeling to learn that.”
“Ayame, most people treat Mitchell’s wounds as a badge of honor, actually,” Barbara said. “There are plenty of people at our favorite resort who aren’t good-looking in the Hollywood sense but are beautiful inside. And that’s where beauty really counts, after all. Not that exterior beauty isn’t nice too,” she grinned and nodded at her. “Why don’t you go talk to Tom’s friends? I’m sure that they’d like to tell you about their favorite nudist experiences.”
“Ah, thank you, Barbara and Mitchell,” Ayame said. “You are very nice.”
“Yeah, thanks, too,” Roger said. “I really appreciate your talking to Ayame so frankly. This really helped her a lot, and me too.”
“No problem, kids,” Mitchell grinned, “just go and have fun. Serious talk time is finished.”
The kids got up and walked over to where Tom and Cynthia were talking to Robin and Richard. Ayame hung back a little, trying to use Roger’s body as a shield, but Cynthia moved to her to pull her closer to the group.
“C’mere, darling,” Cynthia whispered, “you don’t have to hide your gorgeous body. Show it off. Doesn’t the air feel good on your skin?”
“Ah, is strange. Confused feelings, like I should hide, but see everyone looks, um, normal?” she replied.
Tom smiled at Ayame. “I think you’re doing just fine, Ayame. Relax and listen to Robin’s story about her first time; she just started it.”
“Yeah, hi, Ayame...” she began.
Then Ellen and Sam joined them; they made a circle of chairs and they all sat.
“I was telling my first-time story, guys.” Robin started again. “So I met Richard in high school when I was a freshman. We went to different middle schools but when we met we hit it off right away. Anyway, he never told me that his family were nudists. He would be away on lots of weekends but I could never get a straight answer where he went, just that they were family outings. We dated during freshman year and in the summer he was away almost the whole time.
“When we got back to school he was evasive about where he went for the summer. So I guess I threatened him, saying if he wanted to keep secrets like that, maybe we shouldn’t see each other anymore. That’s when he told me he was a nudist and went to camps with his family. I couldn’t believe it. I asked him if he was naked with other people and he said he was and that it was the greatest feeling. Then he asked me if I would go with him one time to try it out; his family was going that weekend. I told him that he was crazy, to look at my body, how fat I was, that I was ugly and people would make fun of me. He took my hands and told me that he himself was no Adonis and no one cares how anyone looks, and besides, he thought I was pretty no matter what I thought about myself.
“He spent the whole week trying to convince me and then told me that if I went, I could keep some clothes on if I wanted. So I reluctantly agreed to go. When we got there, his family had a cabin with three rooms, two bedrooms and a main room that had foldout beds. His parents took a bedroom and Richard, his sisters, and I decided to wait till later to work out where we’d sleep. Then everyone stripped while I went to the bathroom to get into my swimsuit. Wow, when I came out—seeing all that naked skin; it made me blush so hard I got dizzy!
“Anyway, we went to the pool and found a bunch of chairs all together. But I didn’t know where to look! I knew I shouldn’t stare, but wherever I looked there were nude people! All ages, all body types. Many people much fatter than me. And I felt so self-conscious, so exposed, because I was the only one there with clothing. I lay down on a chair next to Richard and we just chatted a while and soon I started to get really hot in the sun. His sisters and parents had already gone into the water, so I sat up and looked at the pool and that’s when I noticed the sign that said no suits in the pool. I asked Richard and he told me that was the rule. Oh my God. I wanted to cool off. So I looked around; nobody was looking in my direction. Was I going to do it?
“I took a deep breath, said a prayer, and closed my eyes. Then I reached behind me and unhooked the clip on the top of my one-piece and wiggled the top down off my chest. I felt my cheeks and chest start to burn like they were on fire. I was panting in a panic and could feel my heart pounding under my boobs. My lips and mouth got dry and my teeth began tingling. I was so sure that everyone in the pool area could see how embarrassed I was. I pulled my towel over my chest to hide my boobs; I so desperately wanted to pull my suit back up again, but I gritted my teeth, trying to steady myself to go through with what I had begun, but I was shaking with embarrassment.
“Richard noticed me sitting there trembling. He reached over and took my hand and told me to open my eyes and look around, and... no one was even looking at me, nobody really cared what I was doing. So I clenched my jaw, stood up slowly, and then pulled my suit down to my hips and slid it off as a wave of dizziness spread over me. I looked around again; no one was staring at my body, not even Richard. He was looking me in the eyes as though nothing was out of the ordinary. It suddenly dawned on me that for him—and for everyone in the area—nothing was anything but ordinary. He whispered to me that I was doing just fine; that I looked great, the worst was over, and I should enjoy how my body felt.
“And then I became aware of a difference around me, because it no longer seemed like I was standing out. I was no longer the only one wearing a suit; I had blended in with the people in the pool area and that actually made me kind of invisible in a way. That thought made me finally able to relax a little. It was like a big weight had just lifted and all my anxieties suddenly seemed so unnecessary. I gave a huge sigh of relief. Richard took my hand and we got into the pool. Even though I still had a few more modesty hurdles to get past, I never looked back after that.”
“Wow, that’s quite a story,” Cynthia breathed. “So you took the leap after only an hour or so; that’s amazing.”
“It actually seemed to be easier to get naked than remain dressed, Cindy,” Robin commented. “I really felt like I was calling attention to myself in the suit. It was funny, really, wearing clothes yet feeling so exposed. Say, Tom told us about your wanting to try out nudism but you felt shy. Is doing this with us helping?”
“Ah, yeah, I don’t have that butterflies-inside-me feeling much now—you mentioned your teeth tingling? Yeah, that’s what I felt when I first climbed out of this pool naked on Wednesday and walked around nude with Tom. And when you guys first came out to the pool, I almost had a panic attack! So I forced myself to calm down and here I am but I’m still a little on edge, though. I don’t know if Tom told you about how I reacted when they told me at school that I’d have to spend a week at school being naked. When I heard that, I panicked and nearly fainted. That was an awful feeling and I later learned that my reaction might have been a phobia panic,” Cynthia explained.
“No, he didn’t mention that happening—but you had to do the Program? My God, that’s awful, Tom did too,” Robin shuddered. “That would be too much for me to take and I’m so happy my school won’t be starting it till after I’m gone.”
“We—Roger and I—actually didn’t participate. We refused. They tried to make us do it but we were able to resist. In fact, it looks like the resistance movement against the Program is working so well that the school is gonna stop trying to force anyone into participating. They even tried to convince the students that the Program is wonderful by showing a porno video yesterday in assembly showing the first girl in the Program, um, Karen Wagner was her name, I think, doing oral sex and getting fucked...”
Ellen broke in. “Wow—Karen Wagner? She went to my school! Central High back on the east coast! She was a junior and I was a frosh when they started the Program there. That was an awful time for me; I wasn’t picked but a friend of mine, another freshman, was in the first group and she freaked out and was sent to the hospital. She came back to school the next day and was forced to be in it for the rest of the week—they gave her tranquilizers and she was a basket case. But because she missed the first day, they made her do the Program again the following week and she had a nervous breakdown or something when they told her. She was hospitalized for the rest of the school year.”
“Holy crap,” Tom sighed. “I didn’t know about that. So did you have to do the Program there?”
“I escaped, fortunately,” Ellen answered. “My family moved to Riverside in the middle of my sophomore year. And there’s no Program at my school here. But the stuff I saw at Central...” she shuddered. “They forced the kids to do all kinds of kinky sex stuff, like domination, tying up, spanking, torture like using nipple clamps and whips, even anal sex. Anything was allowed and even the teachers got into it. And that was in the first year of the Program. I would have killed myself if they made me do those things.”
Ayame looked totally appalled. “But you are nudist?” she asked uncertainly. “Still after seeing this?”
“Um, it’s hard to explain,” Ellen spoke slowly. “Seeing all those naked kids and all that sex going on every day... God, a lot of us girls were wet all the time, and many girls who weren’t even on the Program were forced by some teachers to get naked too and do sex things... Boys too, but they didn’t get as picked on by the teachers as much as the girls did in the first year. So I saw plenty of cocks, with all the blow-jobs and even fucking that was going on. I was lucky in my first freshman term that I didn’t have a class like biology or health. I also wangled an excuse out of gym, and I figured out which classes to avoid taking till we moved.
“But having all that sex stuff going on around me every day left an impression on me. It made me—um, desensitized is the word. I got used to being around nudity and when we moved here, I kind of missed it. When I met Sam, I found out that he was a nudist when I showed up at his house unannounced once and found him lying out naked in his backyard. He convinced me to try it out for myself. So here I am, but the effect of the Program on me wasn’t good because it made me into a kind of voyeur.”
“Er, ‘voyeur’?” Ayame asked.
“Yeah, someone who likes to watch others. I love seeing naked boys, but I try not to stare. Much,” she giggled.
“Uh, yeah, and she likes watching other stuff too,” Sam grinned.
“SAM!” Ellen squealed. “Be polite!”
Ayame wrinkled her forehead. “Err, thought nudism not about sex...”
Sam laughed. “That’s the party line. In the daytime, in the open at the resorts, sex is verboten. But after sunset, the real party begins—but still happens only in private and the kids have to be really careful not to get caught. But sex does happen. Like anywhere, actually. No different from textile life at many nightclubs from what I hear.”
“What’s ‘textile’ mean?” Cynthia asked and Roger and Ayame nodded too.
“Clothing, as in cloth,” Robin said. “That’s what we nudists call non-nudists. The people who are always dressed.”
“So you mentioned a porno video in school yesterday?” Richard asked. “What was that all about?”
“Your school doesn’t have the Program?” Roger asked.
“No. I think it’ll start there in the fall,” he answered. “I’ll be gone then, which is great.”
Roger continued, “It was a promo for the Program. Started with a bunch of propaganda about why it’s such a great deal for kids and ended with a scene of these two kids—they were in the Program but are in college now—beginning to fuck. It was pretty hot, but all the kids in the auditorium weren’t buying it, judging by their reaction. Then some Program officials got up and began to talk about the Program at our school and this amazing thing happened...”
Roger went on to briefly describe how the assembly ended and how the principal admitted that the resistance movement had basically succeeded in pulling the Program’s teeth.
“Oh, wow, so that’s how that microphone malfunction happened. That’s so cool. Say... I gotta get busy with the food, guys,” Tom broke in.
“Need any help?” Roger asked.
“Help is always welcome,” Tom grinned.
“I’ll help too,” chimed in Cynthia.
The others agreed to lend a hand too, so the crew trooped off to the house, getting their helping assignments from Tom. Soon the fire was going and dishes were being hauled out to a large table at one end of the deck. When the barbequed foods were ready, everyone gathered and began the meal, and the discussion soon turned to the upcoming spring break. All the schools of the region had the same week off, so Tom’s parents invited the Denison twins and Ayame to come to their nudist resort for the break. The other teens had already made plans to be there then too.
Robin was quick to offer her encouragement. “You’ll have a super time, guys. There’s a number of kids our age who come and we have all kinds of things to do, sports, swimming, games, cookouts, dances, it’s great and you’ll love it!” she enthused.
Roger and Cynthia shrugged to each other but Ayame looked dubious.
“Say, we’ll talk it over. We need to check with our folks, too,” Cynthia said. “Can we let you know in a few days?”
“Certainly,” Mitchell said.
“If we can come, we’ll expect to share any costs, sir,” Roger cautioned Mitchell.
“Well, okay, we were going to treat you. But as first-timers, I’ll get you the special intro deal that the place has... Um, wait, you need to be an adult for that...”
“Oh, that’ll work. We turn 18 before the break. Is that okay?” Cynthia exclaimed.
“Perfect,” Mitchell confirmed.
After dinner and the cleanup, they splashed around in the pool for a while and as the evening grew cooler, retreated to the den to watch a movie on DVD, the still-naked couples cuddling with each other. The three neophyte nudists later agreed that this most pleasant experience was the perfect way to end a very enjoyable day; even Ayame agreed that she didn’t feel as self-conscious as she thought she’d be.
On Sunday morning, Roger went to the fitness center’s pool early to do laps and lift weights to keep up his muscle tone and Cynthia took Ayame jogging with her, trying to help Ayame gain strength in her hips where she still had some weakness from her old burn injuries.
Tom picked up Cynthia for a mid-day date to go to lunch and see a movie and later returned to her house and joined Roger and Ayame, who were talking as they lounged on the patio behind their house.
“Well, Rog, give any thought to my dad’s invite?” Tom asked.
“Yeah, thought about it while I was swimming, I was trying to imagine how I’d feel being naked around a bunch of random strangers,” Roger reflected. “Doing that in the school completely repelled me.”
Ayame asked, “But was that not because of sex parts required? You said Program was bad for that reason.”
“Well, sweetie, you’re right—that was a big reason. I felt okay with Tom’s friends, even his folks. I know, look. There’s a world of difference between hanging out around a pool, or even maybe playing a game or watching a movie and being naked, and doing formal things like going to classes and being in school and having to be naked there. And in school, everyone else is dressed, so the naked ones are out of place. Anything out of place attracts attention. The Program uses that attention to focus on the sexual parts, um, elements, of the kids’ nudity. I don’t think there was anything sexual about how anyone was behaving at Tom’s party, do you?”
“No, but talking was all about naked people and also Program,” Ayame objected.
“That was to answer our questions about nudism, sweetie,” Cynthia responded. “They were trying to convince us that we’d have fun doing it.”
“Yeah,” Tom put in. “We were giving you guys the hard sell, is all. Well, we’d really love it if you could join us, and Cindy, even if Roger and Ayame decide not to, maybe you’d...”
She reached up and put a finger on his lips. “Let’s see what we come up with, my man. Okay?”
“Sure. Hey, I need to leave, unfortunately. I had a great time, Cindy. Everyone. And yesterday was super, I had so much fun with everyone. See you tomorrow.”
Cynthia saw him to the door and kissed him goodbye, then returned to the others.
When she returned, Roger told her, “Hey, I didn’t mention... Sam told me that Ellen keeps in touch with some of her friends at her old Central High School and said he’d ask her to text them that we were looking for info about how other kids were dealing with the Program in their schools.”
“Nice!” Cynthia exclaimed. “Which reminds me, I need to check those forums where I posted our questions, see if anyone responded. So you think Ellen’ll get us some info about the Program there?”
“Sam said maybe Ellen would even put us in touch with some of her friends there. They must have better contacts since they’ve been doing this for three years.”
“Way cool,” Cynthia enthused and Ayame nodded. “Let me go in and check on those forum contacts I made.”
She went inside and Roger got up and sat on Ayame’s chaise. Soon they were embracing and kissing each other.
“Mmmm, this is nice, Roger, but was much nicer yesterday at Tom’s,” Ayame murmured.
“You mean with no clothes, right?” and Roger tweaked her nipple through her top.
Ayame giggled and blushed. “Err, is no sex in nudism, remember,” she chided him.
“But today we’re... um, yeah, textiles, so it’s okay for us now, right?” he joked.
“Oooo. That feels good. Yes, is okay now,” she squirmed against him.
“So you wanna go to the nudist place during break, darling?” he asked.
“I have difficulty in deciding, Roger. But I think maybe, if you do.”
“Yeah, I’m still trying to decide if I could do it. If everyone’s naked, maybe it won’t bother me the way the idea of being naked in school bothers me. Everyone we’ve talked to so far is so enthusiastic about it, so there must be something about nudism... Man, I just can’t decide!”
Cynthia popped her head out the door. “Got some replies, guys. Want to hear about it now?”
“Sure,” Roger called.
“Okay, I’ll get my laptop. One sec.”
Cynthia came out. “Two forums, responses on both. So I contacted the first one and had to prove I was actually a student. There are a number of high schools on military bases and some are even run by the Pentagon. According to the person on this forum, those schools have refused to run the Program at all. He’s kept in touch with a number of students from military families who he went to school with at his dad’s last two postings and a few are in U.S. high schools now but not at any schools that are running the Program yet.
“He was fascinated when I told him how we’re resisting, so he’s spreading that word to the people he knows. So he didn’t have anything for us about how other military kids are dealing with the Program.”
“Ah. That’s interesting, anyway,” Roger said. “You mentioned another contact?”
“Yeah. It was just a request for me that I’d have to prove my identity, like in the other cases, but that person was off line. It said to try between 7 and 8 p.m. later, our local time, because that person’s in the east.”
Later that evening, Cynthia successfully connected with her forum contact, who was a student at a school that had a large number of military-family kids but no Program as yet, but another school in the area had the Program and she knew a few students who attended there. She promised to pass along any questions the twins might have.
“Well, we’re a little further along, I guess,” Roger mused. “Still no hard details. Hey, not that it matters to us, anyway? But I think it’d still be nice to know what’s happening elsewhere.”
“Yes, and new group needs to start tomorrow,” Ayame commented.
“Right. That should be interesting,” Cynthia said.
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