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Emmy, The Class Nudist: Part 2.
Emmy, The Class Nudist: Part 2.
Emmy gains a new nudist
friend.
Based on a post by WatchingCloud.
Listen to the Podcast at My
First Time.
Carson climbed the couple steps, feeling the
abrasive texture of the springy board beneath his feet. The pool
itself, lit by underwater lights, was particularly gorgeous and
inviting at night. He glanced back at Emmy and found her smiling and
waiting with her arms crossed. He sighed, took a quick approach to
the end, bounced twice to get some elevation and then
leaped off the end to land in a classic cannonball. The water was
cool, but not near as bad as he had feared. By the time he
surfaced, pulling himself clear of the diving area, he was already
feeling comfortable.
He turned back and watched as Emmy focused
herself on the board, staring off in the distance. She took a few
confident steps toward the end and bounced like a professional before
launching herself into the air. Carson couldn't help but
watch the way her free tits bounced wildly, making him wonder if it
might be uncomfortable to do that sort of thing without a swimsuit.
Emmy flew into the air with her arms extended above her, then folded
neatly in half and extended once again as she entered the water head
first in a smooth line. It was simple, but elegant.
"Show off," Carson said when Emmy
surfaced next to him.
"Whatever," she said as she ran her
fingers through her hair to pull it back. "See, water's not too
bad."
"Nah, it's nice. Bet this is really sweet
in the summer time."
"We'll see. Only got warm enough
to start using it a couple weeks ago."
For a blissful while, Carson and Emmy just
aimlessly paddled around the pool while making small talk across
all manner of subjects. They rarely strayed more than a few
feet from one another, and occasionally brushed against one
another. Carson's awareness of the girl's nudity further dissipated
while she remained mostly submerged. Occasionally her tits
would surface when they ventured into shallow water or she
had a mind to swim on her back for a few strokes, but it was no
longer a consuming distraction for him.
The one thought that kept returning to Carson
through their conversation was how he regretted not having been a
little more assertive in trying to get to know Emmy earlier in the
semester. He hadn't been dating anyone regularly and now he
discovered that they got along very easily. Never before had
he been able to feel so comfortable talking to a girl he fancied, and
she seemed to be just as relaxed in his presence.
"Could you excuse me for a minute? Need to
hit the restroom." Carson had been fighting down the
need to use the bathroom for a while, unwilling to break their
rapport, but the discomfort had finally become too much of a
distraction.
"Sure," she said. "I'll be
here."
Carson lightly toweled off and headed inside.
He knew there was a bathroom on the first floor, but it had the feel
of being more of a showpiece with shell-shaped soaps and fancy hand
towels than a functional facility. Instead of using that, he trotted
upstairs to the bathroom across from Emmy's bedroom. He quickly
relieved himself while his mind absently wondered about where this
relationship might be going.
Finished, Carson stole into Emmy's room on a
whim. He left the light off and peered out the back window at the
pool below. Emmy was floating on her back in the middle of
the water, her angelic figure dark against the blue glow of
the underwater lights. It clicked in his mind that she had something
he wanted, but it wasn't something she could give to him.
Carson returned to the bathroom and peeled off
his shorts. He quickly wrung them out over the tub and then hung them
over the edge. The cool, climate controlled air chilled his
damp and now exposed nakedness. He suppressed a shiver, be it from
the cold or nerves, and looked at himself in the mirror.
This was what he wanted, Carson
realized as he looked at his reflection. He wanted the confidence and
carefree attitude that Emmy had. It wasn't something that
he was doing for her, but rather something that he needed to do for
himself. Finally, he had found the courage to admit it to himself and
to act upon his own desires.
As he walked back downstairs, Carson again had
to fight down his agitated nerves. This time, however, it had very
little to do with being nude. Granted, he was a little nervous
at the prospect that Emmy's parents might come home at any time and
disapprove. What really made him nervous, however, was the
possibility that Emmy might take his sudden change of heart to be
some sort of sexual overture toward her rather than an awakening in
himself. The last thing he wanted was to come across to her as overly
needy or desperate.
Carson paused before opening the doors to the
patio. If he was going to change his mind and chicken out, this was
his last opportunity. He caught a glimpse of Emmy slowly drifting
along in the water and decided that there was no going back. He slid
the door open and walked out into the warm evening air.
He walked toward the pool as casually as he
could manage, neither in a hurry to hide in the water nor slowly in
an effort to be seen. Emmy did notice him and paused in her
swimming to face him. He could tell that she looked him up and down
for just the briefest of moments, though her expression didn't change
for a moment as she did so.
"As long as you're out, would you mind
grabbing the beach ball?" That Emmy didn't even
mention his nudity was an incredible relief to him. He wanted it to
be no different than what she was used to; a non-factor. So
far, so good.
"Sure," he said, heading over toward
the bin with the pool toys and grabbing the requested ball.
"Thanks," she said, catching it as he
tossed it to her.
Carson hopped into the pool from the side and
let the cool water wash over him. The feeling of water moving over
and around his scrotum unimpeded was a novel one. He found that the
sense of freedom and weightlessness was rather enjoyable, enough
so that he would likely miss it in the future when he had
to swim properly clothed.
"Incoming," Emmy said, tossing him
the ball from across the pool. Carson batted it back and
soon they were engaged in a playful game of trying to keep it aloft
without holding onto it. Soon after they had the knack of it down,
they started intentionally making the return hits from the other more
challenging, forcing wild lunges with splashing and submersion
increasingly required.
Carson followed an errant ball into the deeper
end of the pool. Rather than sending it back into play, however, he
heaved himself up on the ball, wrapped his arms around it, and half
submerged it as he used it as a floatation device. He glanced back at
Emmy as he slowly started to paddle further away.
"Hey, where are you going with my
ball?" she said playfully.
"Oh, just out and about," he said.
"You sent me this way, after all."
Emmy swam after him and quickly caught up. She
positioned herself on the opposite side of the ball and wrapped her
arms around it as well, overlapping his. Their heads were
scarcely a foot apart as they rested their chins on the ball and
their feet occasionally brushed one another as they lazily swung them
around for stability.
"Kinda nice to just float around
sometimes," Emmy said.
"Yeah, especially after you had me running
all over the place after the ball."
"Like you weren't doing the same to me."
"Whatever."
"I noticed you seem to have lost something
while you were inside," Emmy said, innocently enough that she
was clearly trying to broach the subject without making a deal out of
it.
"Yeah, funny thing that," Carson
said. "I know I had some inhibitions when I went in there and,
you know, they just seem to have gotten misplaced."
Emmy joined him in smiling at his joke. "I'll
keep an eye out for them," she said. "And, if I do find
them, I'll see to it they're never heard from again."
"Thanks. Seriously, though, it was
something I realized I wanted to do after seeing how comfortable you
could be with it. Just took me a little longer to accept it myself."
"That's great. I'm really
proud of you. It's not something that people can come to very
easily if they weren't raised doing it."
"I'm sure. Granted, it's not like I'm
doing this in front of a whole bunch of people or anything."
"Honestly, I think it's easier when there
are lots of people around," Emmy said. "You feel more
like part of the crowd rather than an individual.
Not the easiest thing to describe, I guess."
"I suppose I could see that," Carson
said. "Well, at least as long as most everyone else was also
naked."
"I hope you didn't feel like I was
pressuring you or anything."
"No, not at all. If anything, you
were almost too casual about it. I like you enough that I
think I'd have done just about anything you asked."
Candid Confessions.
Emmy appeared to blush. "You like me,
huh?"
"Yeah."
"Good."
"Good?"
"Yeah, cuz I like you too. And
I'm really glad you came over."
"Me too."
An awkward silence descended between the two of
them as they just floated there lazily, gazing into one-another's
eyes. Carson wondered if they might have snapped the magical spell of
their budding relationship by being just a little too forthcoming
with their feelings so soon. The little smile that cracked in the
corner of Emmy's mouth allayed his fears, though.
"So, you'd have done just about anything I
asked?" Emmy raised a curious eyebrow at him.
"Yeah, probably," Carson said.
"What if I'd asked you to kiss me?"
Carson's heart skipped a beat, even as he
thought he heard a nervous crack in Emmy's voice when she asked the
question. They both wanted it and she was at least brave
enough to bring it up.
"I'd certainly have done that,"
Carson said, trying to sound far smoother than he felt.
Subconsciously or not, the gap between their
faces across the beach ball had slowly closed until they were now
just inches apart. Below the ball, when their feet brushed together,
the contact lingered longer and longer. Carson was acutely aware that
the back of his hands around the far side of the ball were in
constant contact with her chest, just below her tits.
"Would you?" Emmy began to say.
Carson leaned forward and Emmy did so
as well, their lips meeting and muffling anything else she might have
said. Their kisses were light and tentative, just brushing the
outside of their lips together with varying pressure and for
increasing duration. He felt her mouth open slightly and
their tongues soon began a similar slow dance of exploration.
After several blissful minutes of silent
kissing, Carson found his neck getting sore from the awkward position
leaning across the beach ball. He broke off the kiss and
they shyly looked at one another. Both were grinning enough to let
the other know that this was a very okay thing that was happening
between them. Carson tossed the ball out of the pool, leaving them
holding hands while using their feet to tread water in the deeper
part of the pool.
"Maybe we should go somewhere we can
stand, so we don't drown," Emmy said, barely above a whisper.
Hand in hand, they swam toward the midpoint of
the pool where they both could comfortably touch the bottom.
Immediately, they were kissing again, this time with their arms
wrapped around one another. Carson was intensely aware that his
growing erection was bumping up against her waist and he
hoped that she wouldn't be bothered by the uncontrollable
reaction.
For several blissful minutes, they simply held
one another and kissed, reveling in the nuances of one another's
taste and feel. Carson resisted the urge to let his hands roam her
body, instead keeping them safely on her back and occasionally daring
to massage her ass. Making out with a girl for the first time while
nude was entirely new territory for him, and he was
inclined to let her take the lead in establishing what sort
of contact was okay. As long as she was only engaging in
kissing and holding, then he would do the same.
"You know, you're a pretty good kisser,"
Emmy said when they both finally came up for a breather. The way her
eyes sparkled made Carson's heart flutter.
"You're not," he said.
"What?" Emmy's eyes went wide as she
pushed away from him.
"No, you're not pretty good. You're
fantastic."
"Dork," she said, splashing him in
the face with water.
Carson laughed and dove under the water,
swimming back toward Emmy until he was able to wrap an arm around her
waist. He surfaced, picking her up with him and tossing her a short
distance away as she yelped in surprise.
"How dare you?" she said in
mock anger once she had wiped the water from her eyes.
"Hey, you started it," he said.
Emmy rolled her eyes. "I need a drink,"
she said. "You want anything?"
Carson felt a little disappointed in that
she seemed to be signaling an end to their little make out
session. Still, he had hopes it was just the beginning of
something bigger and better. He just had to make sure he could
find the restraint to take it slow.
"Yeah, sure," he said. "I'll
come along."
Carson followed Emmy as she climbed out of the
pool and walked over to her towel. For having spent the last hour
with her naked, she had been under water for most of the time. Now,
after their make out and the attending surge of hormones, he was
unable to take his eyes off her. She would never make it a model, but
to his eyes she was wonderfully attractive and desirable;
particularly in her self-assuredness.
Watching her towel off was even more enjoyable
than watching her walk. The way her curves moved as she touched
herself through the terrycloth was riveting. Under his own towel, he
tried in vain to calm down his erection that had sprung back to life
after almost relaxing prior to exiting the pool.
"Might want to be careful where you point
that thing," Emmy said while he was busy toweling off his hair.
Carson flushed with embarrassment when he
realized that she was looking at his cock and smiling wryly. He
still didn't know where the boundaries of propriety sat
between them and was worried that his body had led him over the
line.
"I'm sorry," he said, weakly trying
to cover himself with his towel.
"No, no, don't be," she said, the
tone of her voice abruptly changing to one of guilt. "I'm sorry.
It's rude to point out that sort of thing."
"Just, well, it's not something I can
really control," he said.
"I know," she said. "And I'm
sorry I said anything. Really, I don't mind. At all."
Carson stood frozen as Emmy reached for his
towel and tossed it aside on a lounge chair. She looked blatantly at
his cock which twitched slightly as it pointed straight at her.
Biting her lower lip, she reached out and gently ran the tips of her
fingers along the underside of its length. Carson gasped
involuntarily at the surge of accompanying sensation.
"Guess the usual nudist rules don't
exactly have to apply right now," she said. "Not when we're
alone."
"Does this sort of thing happen often to
guys? You know, like at the camps and things you do?"
"No," she said. "Well, not real
often, anyway. It does once in a while, though,
and it's considered rude to make a big deal of it.
Usually, it'll settle back down quickly enough. I
think it's probably easier for guys to stay relaxed when in bigger
groups of people just hanging out than when alone and; well, making
out."
"Yeah, I would imagine so," he said.
Emmy let her fingers drop from him, though she
almost seemed a little reluctant in doing so. "Sorry, I didn't
really mean to get you so worked up. I did want to kiss
you. Guess I shouldn't have been surprised at anything else since we
are naked and all."
"New experience for me," he said.
"Me too."
"Really?"
"Well, the making out part," Emmy
said. She nodded her head toward the door and led the way back to the
house. "Not that I haven't made out before, but I just haven't
done it while naked with a guy."
"So, you haven't had any boyfriends from
any of the nudist groups?"
"Nah. Couple guys have hit on me and I'm
fine with hanging out with them and all, but I wasn't really up for
more than that."
"So I'm your first."
"Yup."
"Firsts all around tonight, then." In
a way, Carson found the revelation to put him much more at ease about
the whole nudity aspect of the evening to know they were both
in somewhat unfamiliar territory. At least they were doing
it together, and so far it was going pretty darn well.
Emmy poured two glasses of lemonade and
they both quickly drained and refilled them. Carson leaned casually
against one of the kitchen counter tops, marveling at how surreal and
yet wonderful this evening had ended up. Three days ago, it idea
of pleasantly chit chatting in Emmy's kitchen, both nude, was
inconceivable. It was all he could do not to
smile uncontrollably at the strange twists of fate.
The sound of a door opening somewhere in the
house startled Carson, effectively deflating what little was left of
his relaxing erection. Emmy recognized his immediate discomfort and
quickly placed a reassuring hand on his arm.
"Just my parents getting back
from their show," she said.
"And they'll be okay with this?" Even
for a family of nudists, he found it difficult to wrap his mind
around the idea that the parents of a teenage daughter would be okay
with finding her hanging out with a naked boy in the middle
of the kitchen. She might be legally an adult, but not by much.
"Yeah," she said. "Just relax
and don't make a big deal of it."
Emmy made it sound so easy, but Carson could
tell that she understood his discomfort and sympathized. Moments
later, her parents walked into the kitchen, still dressed
up nicely from their evening out. It required every bit of his
nerve to just stand there and act like there was nothing out
of sorts while they took in the scene. To his amazement,
neither blinked twice.
"Hello Carson," her father said.
"Nice to see you again."
"You too, sir," Carson managed to
say, giving an abbreviated wave.
"How did the studying go?" her mother
asked.
"Went very well," Emmy said. "We
got through all the material by dinner."
"That's great," her mother said,
giving Carson an appreciative smile. "It was so nice of you to
help out, especially this close to finals when you probably have
studying of your own to do."
"It was no problem," Carson said. "If
anything, it was probably more useful to me than just s
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Carson climbed the couple steps, feeling the
abrasive texture of the springy board beneath his feet. The pool
itself, lit by underwater lights, was particularly gorgeous and
inviting at night. He glanced back at Emmy and found her smiling and
waiting with her arms crossed. He sighed, took a quick approach to
the end, bounced twice to get some elevation and then
leaped off the end to land in a classic cannonball. The water was
cool, but not near as bad as he had feared. By the time he
surfaced, pulling himself clear of the diving area, he was already
feeling comfortable.
He turned back and watched as Emmy focused
herself on the board, staring off in the distance. She took a few
confident steps toward the end and bounced like a professional before
launching herself into the air. Carson couldn't help but
watch the way her free tits bounced wildly, making him wonder if it
might be uncomfortable to do that sort of thing without a swimsuit.
Emmy flew into the air with her arms extended above her, then folded
neatly in half and extended once again as she entered the water head
first in a smooth line. It was simple, but elegant.
"Show off," Carson said when Emmy
surfaced next to him.
"Whatever," she said as she ran her
fingers through her hair to pull it back. "See, water's not too
bad."
"Nah, it's nice. Bet this is really sweet
in the summer time."
"We'll see. Only got warm enough
to start using it a couple weeks ago."
For a blissful while, Carson and Emmy just
aimlessly paddled around the pool while making small talk across
all manner of subjects. They rarely strayed more than a few
feet from one another, and occasionally brushed against one
another. Carson's awareness of the girl's nudity further dissipated
while she remained mostly submerged. Occasionally her tits
would surface when they ventured into shallow water or she
had a mind to swim on her back for a few strokes, but it was no
longer a consuming distraction for him.
The one thought that kept returning to Carson
through their conversation was how he regretted not having been a
little more assertive in trying to get to know Emmy earlier in the
semester. He hadn't been dating anyone regularly and now he
discovered that they got along very easily. Never before had
he been able to feel so comfortable talking to a girl he fancied, and
she seemed to be just as relaxed in his presence.
"Could you excuse me for a minute? Need to
hit the restroom." Carson had been fighting down the
need to use the bathroom for a while, unwilling to break their
rapport, but the discomfort had finally become too much of a
distraction.
"Sure," she said. "I'll be
here."
Carson lightly toweled off and headed inside.
He knew there was a bathroom on the first floor, but it had the feel
of being more of a showpiece with shell-shaped soaps and fancy hand
towels than a functional facility. Instead of using that, he trotted
upstairs to the bathroom across from Emmy's bedroom. He quickly
relieved himself while his mind absently wondered about where this
relationship might be going.
Finished, Carson stole into Emmy's room on a
whim. He left the light off and peered out the back window at the
pool below. Emmy was floating on her back in the middle of
the water, her angelic figure dark against the blue glow of
the underwater lights. It clicked in his mind that she had something
he wanted, but it wasn't something she could give to him.
Carson returned to the bathroom and peeled off
his shorts. He quickly wrung them out over the tub and then hung them
over the edge. The cool, climate controlled air chilled his
damp and now exposed nakedness. He suppressed a shiver, be it from
the cold or nerves, and looked at himself in the mirror.
This was what he wanted, Carson
realized as he looked at his reflection. He wanted the confidence and
carefree attitude that Emmy had. It wasn't something that
he was doing for her, but rather something that he needed to do for
himself. Finally, he had found the courage to admit it to himself and
to act upon his own desires.
As he walked back downstairs, Carson again had
to fight down his agitated nerves. This time, however, it had very
little to do with being nude. Granted, he was a little nervous
at the prospect that Emmy's parents might come home at any time and
disapprove. What really made him nervous, however, was the
possibility that Emmy might take his sudden change of heart to be
some sort of sexual overture toward her rather than an awakening in
himself. The last thing he wanted was to come across to her as overly
needy or desperate.
Carson paused before opening the doors to the
patio. If he was going to change his mind and chicken out, this was
his last opportunity. He caught a glimpse of Emmy slowly drifting
along in the water and decided that there was no going back. He slid
the door open and walked out into the warm evening air.
He walked toward the pool as casually as he
could manage, neither in a hurry to hide in the water nor slowly in
an effort to be seen. Emmy did notice him and paused in her
swimming to face him. He could tell that she looked him up and down
for just the briefest of moments, though her expression didn't change
for a moment as she did so.
"As long as you're out, would you mind
grabbing the beach ball?" That Emmy didn't even
mention his nudity was an incredible relief to him. He wanted it to
be no different than what she was used to; a non-factor. So
far, so good.
"Sure," he said, heading over toward
the bin with the pool toys and grabbing the requested ball.
"Thanks," she said, catching it as he
tossed it to her.
Carson hopped into the pool from the side and
let the cool water wash over him. The feeling of water moving over
and around his scrotum unimpeded was a novel one. He found that the
sense of freedom and weightlessness was rather enjoyable, enough
so that he would likely miss it in the future when he had
to swim properly clothed.
"Incoming," Emmy said, tossing him
the ball from across the pool. Carson batted it back and
soon they were engaged in a playful game of trying to keep it aloft
without holding onto it. Soon after they had the knack of it down,
they started intentionally making the return hits from the other more
challenging, forcing wild lunges with splashing and submersion
increasingly required.
Carson followed an errant ball into the deeper
end of the pool. Rather than sending it back into play, however, he
heaved himself up on the ball, wrapped his arms around it, and half
submerged it as he used it as a floatation device. He glanced back at
Emmy as he slowly started to paddle further away.
"Hey, where are you going with my
ball?" she said playfully.
"Oh, just out and about," he said.
"You sent me this way, after all."
Emmy swam after him and quickly caught up. She
positioned herself on the opposite side of the ball and wrapped her
arms around it as well, overlapping his. Their heads were
scarcely a foot apart as they rested their chins on the ball and
their feet occasionally brushed one another as they lazily swung them
around for stability.
"Kinda nice to just float around
sometimes," Emmy said.
"Yeah, especially after you had me running
all over the place after the ball."
"Like you weren't doing the same to me."
"Whatever."
"I noticed you seem to have lost something
while you were inside," Emmy said, innocently enough that she
was clearly trying to broach the subject without making a deal out of
it.
"Yeah, funny thing that," Carson
said. "I know I had some inhibitions when I went in there and,
you know, they just seem to have gotten misplaced."
Emmy joined him in smiling at his joke. "I'll
keep an eye out for them," she said. "And, if I do find
them, I'll see to it they're never heard from again."
"Thanks. Seriously, though, it was
something I realized I wanted to do after seeing how comfortable you
could be with it. Just took me a little longer to accept it myself."
"That's great. I'm really
proud of you. It's not something that people can come to very
easily if they weren't raised doing it."
"I'm sure. Granted, it's not like I'm
doing this in front of a whole bunch of people or anything."
"Honestly, I think it's easier when there
are lots of people around," Emmy said. "You feel more
like part of the crowd rather than an individual.
Not the easiest thing to describe, I guess."
"I suppose I could see that," Carson
said. "Well, at least as long as most everyone else was also
naked."
"I hope you didn't feel like I was
pressuring you or anything."
"No, not at all. If anything, you
were almost too casual about it. I like you enough that I
think I'd have done just about anything you asked."
Candid Confessions.
Emmy appeared to blush. "You like me,
huh?"
"Yeah."
"Good."
"Good?"
"Yeah, cuz I like you too. And
I'm really glad you came over."
"Me too."
An awkward silence descended between the two of
them as they just floated there lazily, gazing into one-another's
eyes. Carson wondered if they might have snapped the magical spell of
their budding relationship by being just a little too forthcoming
with their feelings so soon. The little smile that cracked in the
corner of Emmy's mouth allayed his fears, though.
"So, you'd have done just about anything I
asked?" Emmy raised a curious eyebrow at him.
"Yeah, probably," Carson said.
"What if I'd asked you to kiss me?"
Carson's heart skipped a beat, even as he
thought he heard a nervous crack in Emmy's voice when she asked the
question. They both wanted it and she was at least brave
enough to bring it up.
"I'd certainly have done that,"
Carson said, trying to sound far smoother than he felt.
Subconsciously or not, the gap between their
faces across the beach ball had slowly closed until they were now
just inches apart. Below the ball, when their feet brushed together,
the contact lingered longer and longer. Carson was acutely aware that
the back of his hands around the far side of the ball were in
constant contact with her chest, just below her tits.
"Would you?" Emmy began to say.
Carson leaned forward and Emmy did so
as well, their lips meeting and muffling anything else she might have
said. Their kisses were light and tentative, just brushing the
outside of their lips together with varying pressure and for
increasing duration. He felt her mouth open slightly and
their tongues soon began a similar slow dance of exploration.
After several blissful minutes of silent
kissing, Carson found his neck getting sore from the awkward position
leaning across the beach ball. He broke off the kiss and
they shyly looked at one another. Both were grinning enough to let
the other know that this was a very okay thing that was happening
between them. Carson tossed the ball out of the pool, leaving them
holding hands while using their feet to tread water in the deeper
part of the pool.
"Maybe we should go somewhere we can
stand, so we don't drown," Emmy said, barely above a whisper.
Hand in hand, they swam toward the midpoint of
the pool where they both could comfortably touch the bottom.
Immediately, they were kissing again, this time with their arms
wrapped around one another. Carson was intensely aware that his
growing erection was bumping up against her waist and he
hoped that she wouldn't be bothered by the uncontrollable
reaction.
For several blissful minutes, they simply held
one another and kissed, reveling in the nuances of one another's
taste and feel. Carson resisted the urge to let his hands roam her
body, instead keeping them safely on her back and occasionally daring
to massage her ass. Making out with a girl for the first time while
nude was entirely new territory for him, and he was
inclined to let her take the lead in establishing what sort
of contact was okay. As long as she was only engaging in
kissing and holding, then he would do the same.
"You know, you're a pretty good kisser,"
Emmy said when they both finally came up for a breather. The way her
eyes sparkled made Carson's heart flutter.
"You're not," he said.
"What?" Emmy's eyes went wide as she
pushed away from him.
"No, you're not pretty good. You're
fantastic."
"Dork," she said, splashing him in
the face with water.
Carson laughed and dove under the water,
swimming back toward Emmy until he was able to wrap an arm around her
waist. He surfaced, picking her up with him and tossing her a short
distance away as she yelped in surprise.
"How dare you?" she said in
mock anger once she had wiped the water from her eyes.
"Hey, you started it," he said.
Emmy rolled her eyes. "I need a drink,"
she said. "You want anything?"
Carson felt a little disappointed in that
she seemed to be signaling an end to their little make out
session. Still, he had hopes it was just the beginning of
something bigger and better. He just had to make sure he could
find the restraint to take it slow.
"Yeah, sure," he said. "I'll
come along."
Carson followed Emmy as she climbed out of the
pool and walked over to her towel. For having spent the last hour
with her naked, she had been under water for most of the time. Now,
after their make out and the attending surge of hormones, he was
unable to take his eyes off her. She would never make it a model, but
to his eyes she was wonderfully attractive and desirable;
particularly in her self-assuredness.
Watching her towel off was even more enjoyable
than watching her walk. The way her curves moved as she touched
herself through the terrycloth was riveting. Under his own towel, he
tried in vain to calm down his erection that had sprung back to life
after almost relaxing prior to exiting the pool.
"Might want to be careful where you point
that thing," Emmy said while he was busy toweling off his hair.
Carson flushed with embarrassment when he
realized that she was looking at his cock and smiling wryly. He
still didn't know where the boundaries of propriety sat
between them and was worried that his body had led him over the
line.
"I'm sorry," he said, weakly trying
to cover himself with his towel.
"No, no, don't be," she said, the
tone of her voice abruptly changing to one of guilt. "I'm sorry.
It's rude to point out that sort of thing."
"Just, well, it's not something I can
really control," he said.
"I know," she said. "And I'm
sorry I said anything. Really, I don't mind. At all."
Carson stood frozen as Emmy reached for his
towel and tossed it aside on a lounge chair. She looked blatantly at
his cock which twitched slightly as it pointed straight at her.
Biting her lower lip, she reached out and gently ran the tips of her
fingers along the underside of its length. Carson gasped
involuntarily at the surge of accompanying sensation.
"Guess the usual nudist rules don't
exactly have to apply right now," she said. "Not when we're
alone."
"Does this sort of thing happen often to
guys? You know, like at the camps and things you do?"
"No," she said. "Well, not real
often, anyway. It does once in a while, though,
and it's considered rude to make a big deal of it.
Usually, it'll settle back down quickly enough. I
think it's probably easier for guys to stay relaxed when in bigger
groups of people just hanging out than when alone and; well, making
out."
"Yeah, I would imagine so," he said.
Emmy let her fingers drop from him, though she
almost seemed a little reluctant in doing so. "Sorry, I didn't
really mean to get you so worked up. I did want to kiss
you. Guess I shouldn't have been surprised at anything else since we
are naked and all."
"New experience for me," he said.
"Me too."
"Really?"
"Well, the making out part," Emmy
said. She nodded her head toward the door and led the way back to the
house. "Not that I haven't made out before, but I just haven't
done it while naked with a guy."
"So, you haven't had any boyfriends from
any of the nudist groups?"
"Nah. Couple guys have hit on me and I'm
fine with hanging out with them and all, but I wasn't really up for
more than that."
"So I'm your first."
"Yup."
"Firsts all around tonight, then." In
a way, Carson found the revelation to put him much more at ease about
the whole nudity aspect of the evening to know they were both
in somewhat unfamiliar territory. At least they were doing
it together, and so far it was going pretty darn well.
Emmy poured two glasses of lemonade and
they both quickly drained and refilled them. Carson leaned casually
against one of the kitchen counter tops, marveling at how surreal and
yet wonderful this evening had ended up. Three days ago, it idea
of pleasantly chit chatting in Emmy's kitchen, both nude, was
inconceivable. It was all he could do not to
smile uncontrollably at the strange twists of fate.
The sound of a door opening somewhere in the
house startled Carson, effectively deflating what little was left of
his relaxing erection. Emmy recognized his immediate discomfort and
quickly placed a reassuring hand on his arm.
"Just my parents getting back
from their show," she said.
"And they'll be okay with this?" Even
for a family of nudists, he found it difficult to wrap his mind
around the idea that the parents of a teenage daughter would be okay
with finding her hanging out with a naked boy in the middle
of the kitchen. She might be legally an adult, but not by much.
"Yeah," she said. "Just relax
and don't make a big deal of it."
Emmy made it sound so easy, but Carson could
tell that she understood his discomfort and sympathized. Moments
later, her parents walked into the kitchen, still dressed
up nicely from their evening out. It required every bit of his
nerve to just stand there and act like there was nothing out
of sorts while they took in the scene. To his amazement,
neither blinked twice.
"Hello Carson," her father said.
"Nice to see you again."
"You too, sir," Carson managed to
say, giving an abbreviated wave.
"How did the studying go?" her mother
asked.
"Went very well," Emmy said. "We
got through all the material by dinner."
"That's great," her mother said,
giving Carson an appreciative smile. "It was so nice of you to
help out, especially this close to finals when you probably have
studying of your own to do."
"It was no problem," Carson said. "If
anything, it was probably more useful to me than just s