Adam Gets Naked

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Adam Gets Naked

by Willie B Florida
comments welcome to williebflorida@gmail.com

***Author’s note:
Here’s a glimpse of Florida prior to the Stripped For Florida program. Enjoy. W.B.

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“Just my luck,” I think to myself. “As soon as the weather gets nice here, the semester is over.”

I stand in the quadrangle and look around at the campus I’ll be leaving in less than an hour. When I first got here I was thrilled to experience a real autumn. I had been euphoric at the first snowfall, but as soon as the silent flakes had turned to hard ice and then slush, the honeymoon was over. It would be accurate to say that the long dark days, overcast skies and freezing rain had not enamored me to northern winter. Now, however, azaleas are in bloom. Clouds of cherry blossoms hover overhead. I especially like the flowers I’ve never seen in Florida: bright yellow shocks of forsythia, rainbow banks of tulips, and crowds of daffodils. The well-tended lawns of the college are lush and the trees, barren and dead all winter, are bursting forth with fresh green leaves.

It is the last possible day students were allowed in the dorms. Reluctantly, I trudge up to my third-floor suite, unlock the door to my room and gather up the two bags that hold all the belongings I will be taking back to Florida with me. Everything else is in storage. The room is empty, vacuumed, ready for inspection. I tap on the door to the RA’s room. Sam is a tall, lanky senior who has served our hall as a laid-back but caring Resident Assistant.

“Thanks for all the help this year,” I say.

“Ready to check out?” Sam asks. He’s wearing cutoff shorts and nothing else. I run my eye down his long, skinny frame. I don’t wear much else at home in Florida, but the weather here still doesn’t seem quite warm enough to be stripped down to so little.

“Yeah, sure.”

“You don’t seem very eager to go home,” Sam observes.

“It’s okay,” I demur. “I just don’t have any plans. And . . . well, the winter was kinda hard. Now just when I have to leave everything seems really nice!”

“Oh, it will be as hot as the dickens before you know it!” Sam exclaims. “Even these shorts will be too much.”

“Um, Florida’s pretty warm, you know?”

“So they say, but around here . . . it might even be hotter than Florida on any given day. Over 100.”

I catch myself imagining Sam without his shorts and push the thought aside.

“Room looks good,” Sam says. I hand over my key. I stand there awkwardly for a moment wishing I could give him a hug.

“Well, congratulations on graduating,” I say. “Got a corporate job lined up? Graduate school?” I know I’m stalling, chit chatting. Regretting that I didn’t really get to know Sam at all. Not ready to go home.

“I’m going to take a year off,” Sam replies. “I’m not really into the corporate monkey suit. I’d be a full time nudist if I could figure it out, you know what I mean?”

I try not to blush. “Sure, yeah, cool . . . ,” I stutter.

“You got a lot of those kinda places in Florida, right?”

“I guess. I mean, I’ve never been. Mostly retired folks I think.” Nudist resorts, pretty cringe-worthy is what I think.

I put out my hand and we shake. I nod one more time and walk down the hallway. Outside I inhale a deep breath of the flower-scented spring air and walk down the road to the train station. Last ride on the local, last change at the station downtown, last ride to the airport. Geez, I make it seem like I am never coming back!

* * *

“Shit, how’d it get so bright!” I rummage next to my bed and find my phone. Two o’clock! My mom will nearly be off her shift at the hospital. We live in an old Florida house—lots of “natural” air conditioning blowing through the gables and the slats in the floor. It may be spring up north but it is already summer here in Central Florida and I’m feeling sweaty. Knowing I’m home alone I pad through the house without bothering to put anything on. We have an outdoor shower by the back door. When I was a kid I didn’t think anything of using it to cool off. I still like showering outside, but only when I know I’m alone.

Still wet, I step into the big kitchen, guzzle milk straight out of the jug, peel a banana and scoop a big spoonful of peanut butter out of the jar. Then I get to work on making a real breakfast. I’ve got the cast iron skillet warmed up and a sheen of olive oil coating the shiny black surface. Three eggs are beaten and the rest of the omelette ingredients are chopped on the cutting board. I’m about to put my creation together when the back door opens.

Not my fav’ thing for mom to catch me naked in the kitchen, but with Celia! That’s her best friend.

“Mom!” I shriek.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” she teases. “Just getting breakfast?”

“Can’t you see I’m naked?” I protest.

“I can see you don’t have any clothes on,” mom observes. “Say hello to Celia.”

I stand as close to the counter as possible and turn to offer a hello to Celia.

“Don’t mind us,” Celia says.

I can smell the oil getting hot in the skillet. If I turn to make a quick getaway to my room I’ll be even more exposed, so I decide to immerse myself in omelette making and hope the two of them move along to the living room or the porch. Instead they plop themselves down at the big kitchen table and keep gabbing.

“It’s the same at our house,” Celia says, “Sadie’s practically a nudist.”

What’s with all the nudist references? First Sam, now Celia’s daughter? i stand there with the plated omelette wondering what to do next.

“Celia’s found a summer job for you, honey. Come sit down and we can talk about it while you eat.”

I get a grip on myself and banish the vision of nudist Sadie before I sport a hard on. Deliberately I turn, walk across the room and sit down. At least I’m partially concealed.

“My friends really need a lifeguard this summer,” Celia tells me.

“Uh, huh,” I murmur, stuffing my face. I got my certification while I was in high school and did a stint at the public pool. Old folks doing laps, toddler swim classes. Madness and mayhem after school with high strung kids and posturing teenagers. Lifeguarding is not as glamorous as it is made out to be.

“I will not have you spending the summer lazing around in bed and snap chatting on that thing,” my mother informs me.

“It’s a phone, mom,” I protest, “and I’ll find a job, I promise.”

“But Celia’s already found you a job—it’s perfect.”

“You’ll love the place,” Celia enthuses. “It’s in the Ocala Forest.”

“It’s not in town!” I exclaim. No way I’m doing this.

“Oh, not at all,” Celia protests. “It’s got nature trails, cabins, it’s perfect. They’re about to do some rebranding, maybe some upgrades. You’ll love it.”

“I just got home,” I whine. “I’ll get a job in town, please,” I implore my mom.

“Celia’s friends really need you,” my mother says. Once she starts on that tactic I know I’m doomed. “They need a certified lifeguard. So I expect you to take the job. They’ll provide your room and board so you’ll be able to save all your pay for college. Oh, and be a dear and make us cappuccino like the one you fixed me yesterday. It’s so good, Celia, you won’t believe it.”

I nod, flattered in spite of myself.

“Don’t bother getting dressed. We’ve already seen your bod. Besides, it’s warm isn’t it?”

• • •

“Forest Home” features a small spring-fed swimming pool. A somewhat grandiose lifeguard chair presides over the little fenced-in enclosure. There are a few deck chairs and a basic hot tub. These are definitely the best amenities of what is otherwise far more rustic camp than posh resort. Adjacent to the kitchen is a roofed over patio for picnic table style dining.

“This is Frank,” Nadine introduces us to a man with a bulging belly, graying hair and a clean shaven face. At the moment Frank is lighting a large outdoor barbecue unit. “Frank manages the kitchen, mows the clearing, empties the trash cans and keeps our aging plumbing and electrical systems functioning,” Nadine explains. “I take care of everything else.” Nadine laughs at her joke, but Frank just nods sagely.

A row of old wooden cabins provides the “guest” accommodations. The large clearing includes a shuffle board court, a somewhat lumpy tennis court and parking for RVs. At the far edge of the meadow, under the trees, is an even smaller cabin that has been proffered as my living quarters.

“So, that’s the whole setup,” Nadine exclaims with a flourish. She beams at Celia, Sadie and I as if she’s just given us the tour of a five star resort. Mar a Lago it is not. “I can’t let you in on the details yet—we have a consultant coming in to work with us next week—but we’re definitely going to be doing some repositioning, maybe even a major reorienting of the resort,” Nadine confides.

“So, can we swim now?” Sadie asks. “Come on, you’re supposed to be the lifeguard,” she says, poking a finger into my ribcage.

I grimace. Sadie is a beautiful girl. More stunning than I remember from high school. Once again I push thoughts of her alleged home nudist activities out of my mind. Maybe her mom was just joking. On the other hand, would my mom be joking if she told Sadie I’d entertained them without wearing a stitch? I turn to go to my cabin and get changed, but Sadie trails along.

“This is great! You’re so lucky you get to hang out here all summer, especially after the changes they’re going to make.”

“Yeah, sure,” I agreed amiably. The place looks like any number of rundown rustic Florida forest camps. I’m bored before I’ve even started. The only good thing is that the temperature is somewhat cooler than in town. On the other hand, I’ll be sitting in the full sun in that overdone lifeguard chair!

I step up onto the tiny front porch of my cabin and undo the screen door. Sadie troops in right behind me. The place has only one room and the bathroom is barely big enough to hold the toilet. How am I supposed to change?

Sadie peels off her top and two perky breasts pop into view. She pulls down her shorts—at least she’s wearing panties—and says, “What! Aren’t you getting ready to do the life guarding thing? They say no one can swim if you aren’t on duty.”

“Um, I just wasn’t expecting . . . “

“Oh, please. I’m sure my mom mentioned I’ve become a nudist, as she calls it.”

“Um, yeah, she might have mentioned something.”

“She isn’t one for holding back juicy information.”

In that case I wonder what she’s told Sadie about me!

“It’s just that,” I stammer, trying to pull my eyes away from the sight of Sadie’s body, “well, I think you need a swim suit.”

Sadie lets out an easy laugh.

“Chill, boy! They don’t care if a girl swims topless.”

I don’t know what to say.

“Just joking.” Sadie gives me a playful punch in the arm and pulls a scrap of fabric out of the pocket of her doffed shorts. Before she decides to whip her panties down and change right in front of me I go rummage in my duffel bag.

“I’ll be right out,” I say and duck into the toilet closet.

When I emerge in my red lifeguarding trunks Sadie is attired in a brief, but acceptable, bright yellow bikini. Having navigated that awkward situation I suggest that we make our way to the pool.

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I blow my official whistle and watch the two kids who’ve been the only ones swimming reluctantly get out of the pool. I climb down from my perch. It is hot and I’m hungry and thirsty. I wait while the kids leave the pool enclosure and then I close and latch the gate. The kitchen is right next door and I’m looking forward to ice cold tea and a fish sandwich. Free food is definitely one of the perks of this “job” — I say job because I am not sure if I’m really working, at least not strenuously. On the other hand, I remind myself, I am stuck in the forest. About twenty people have been staying at the camp. Some are here for a few days, others say they’ll be here for a couple of weeks, and there are evidently the regulars who stay for months at a time. Most of them duck into the pool for a half hour or so and spend the rest of their time puttering around not doing much of anything. The kids are the main ones who stay to play in the water. There have been no pool mishaps, not even minor ones.

I do a double-take and then try to reel my imagination back in. Can that really be Sam at the sandwich bar? I stroll up to place my order.

“Hey, Adam, imagine meeting you here!”

“Sam?”

“I feel like I just said good-bye. I mean, I know Florida’s not a very big place, but . . . wow!”

It takes me a moment to realize Sam is joking. I mean, Florida isn’t Texas, but it’s . . . well it is pretty big.

“So, you’re on vacation?” I ask.

“I’m here as a consultant,” Sam explains. “They’re looking to make some changes here.”

The changes again.

“You know my major was economics, right?” Sam asks.

I didn’t know.

“Anyway, I actually found out you were here when they sent me the paperwork on their current staffing. From your letter of recommendation I think you’ll fit right in with the proposed rebranding.”

My letter of recommendation? The one Celia wrote, because she basically told me I had to take the job as a favor to her friends?

“Oh, I see. That’s good.” I am at a loss for words. Sam is wearing a polo shirt and ironed and creased khaki Bermuda shorts. I find myself regretting that he’s not bare chested like the last time I saw him.

“It’s a bit warmer than when I saw you last,” I say.

“True,” Sam admits, “and I’m a bit overdressed. Hopefully that will change before I leave.”

* * *

After announcing thirty minutes and then fifteen minutes to pool closing I climb down from my chair and dive into the pool for my own final swim. Sitting up there for most of the day I absorb so much sun that I expect the pool to bubble and steam to rise up when I dive in. It is wonderful that the pool is fed from spring water—no matter how hot the day, the water is refreshingly cold. I pull myself out at the other end and shake myself off like a dog. I close the gate and walk down the path to the edge of the clearing. My little cabin sits off on its own, separate from the rest of the camp. I step onto the porch, slip off my bathing suit and hang it up to dry. The inside of the cabin is cool and dark. It takes my eyes a few minutes to adjust after the bright sunshine outdoors. Navigating mostly by memory I get myself a tall glass of water from the sink and then step over to my bed. As I sink into the mattress I feel something warm and solid. I jump back.

“Relax, its only me.”

“Sadie? What are you doing in my bed—in my cabin?”

“I thought it would be fun to hang out—talk. You know.”

“But, I had no idea you were here. I’m not even wearing any clothes.”

“Well, neither am I.” I can hear, rather than see, her shrug her shoulders.

I move to get up and find something to put on, maybe just a towel.

“You’re fine,” Sadie reaches for my arm. “I don’t mind a bit.”

“That’s because you’re a nudist.”

“You don’t like clothes that much, either,” she protests. “I notice you took your suit off before coming inside. Don’t tell me you were planning to get dressed again.”

“No, I wasn’t,” I admit.

“So, be comfortable.”

I give in and fall back onto the bed. My eyes are adjusting to the murky light now and I can see the outline of Sadie’s leg, hip, waist and arm. Her eyes are twinkling and she’s got a smile on her face.

“So,” she asks, “have any of the ladies been jockeying for a date?”

“Ladies?” I ask blankly.

“You know, there’s Margaret, Betsy, and . . . what’s her name, Trish?”

“Trish? Mrs. Coulson with the two kids? She’s like, what, 30 something and married?”

“As far as I know.”

“Who’s Margaret?”

“She’s got the blue hair and the black and white striped outfit.”

“Geez. What’s she? Sixty?”

“At least.”

“Why would any of these women want a date . . . with me?”

“I took a trip to North Africa last summer. Saw lots of cool stuff, but as a break I stayed at this resort on the Mediterranean . . . “

“There are resorts in North Africa?”

“Lots of them. It was in Tunisia. It’s like Americans go to Cancun for vacation. All these French tourists go to Morocco and Tunisia. Anyway, it was this resort on the beach and I made friends with this guy who is a lifeguard and bartender there.”

“That’s a funny combination. I hope he doesn’t have to do both at once.”

“No, silly. Lifeguard by day, bartender at night. Anyway, we were hanging out, pretty much like you and I are right now . . . ”

“You mean you were naked?” I ask.

“We were.”

“I see.”

“. . . and he was explaining how all these women would approach him for sex, and how it was sort of unofficially expected that it was part of his job to help these women have a great vacation.”

“So, you were having sex with him, too?” I was intrigued.

“Oh, no. Hanging out with me was relaxing, like taking a break from his job.”

“So he is basically a prostitute.”

“Well, the women don’t pay him . . . and he doesn’t entirely dislike it.”

“But it is sort of part of his job.”

“I admit it is a weird thing, but that’s why I brought it up. I was wondering if women did that here, too?” Sadie questioned.

“I’m not sure if this is really a resort,” I laugh.

“So, you haven’t answered my question.”

“I don’t think so. I mean, I don’t think anyone’s . . . people don’t see me that way.”

“That might change.” Sadie gets up and pads across the room and gets herself a glass of water. I admire her body and her ease with being naked.

* * *

It has been a long day at the pool. The weather was warmer and stickier today with hardly any breeze. The sun beat down. As a consequence there were people in the pool most of the day, which meant hardly any opportunities for me to take a cooling swim myself. It is one of the ironies of life guarding that if all goes well you never get in the water! Only if someone were in trouble would I get to dive in.

I blow the whistle for everyone to get out of the pool, gently persuade the last reluctant kids out of the enclosure and lock the gate. I wander slowly across the clearing toward my cabin and climb the steps to the porch. My suit is bone dry, but I slip out of it anyway and hang it on the railing. I step into the dark interior. Sam has been busy all day with meetings—doing his consulting job. I blush as I realize I’m wishing he were here to see me naked. I throw myself down on the bed. No Sadie either. Disappointed, I wonder that I haven’t seen her all day. My hand moves down to my dick, but my attempts to jack off are half-hearted. I’ve been keeping it a secret from myself, but now that no one is here I admit that all day I’ve been looking forward to hanging out with my two new friends. I’ve supposedly known Sadie for years, and Sam and I lived on the same hall my entire freshman year, but I’ve never really had friends. Here in the forest things feel different. Combine the effects of a full day of sun, the dark interior, and the pang of loneliness and I simply cannot stay awake.

I am struggling to rise out of a deep unconsciousness so that I can enjoy a delicious dream that nevertheless feels as if it is intruding upon a profoundly restful slumber. Added to these conflicting desires is my resentment that my dreams are taunting me with the fact of my loneliness. My sleeping mind creates the sensuous pleasures of feeling that my legs and arms are being massaged. I dream that the sensations move up to my back. Now the mysterious massage is kneading my thighs and rubbing my belly! Oh fickle dreamworld, awakening my libido only to have me wake to my empty cabin. Nevertheless, my dream goes on unrelentingly and in spite of all my protestations against the unreal my penis hefts into life and hardens into the stiffest engorgement I can imagine. Innumerable hands and fingers and palms caress my body from head to toe and my erection throbs longingly into the moist night air. Release, I crave release, touch me, please, I implore the dreaming darkness. Still, the hands and fingers stroke my body everywhere but on that seven inches of skin stretched achingly taut. With a scream of frustration I wake myself up. Instantly I regret departing the enjoyment that only seconds before I was cursing as self-deluding fantasy.

With a start I realize that the caresses have not stopped. I blink my eyes open and feel, rather than see, the forms in the bed alongside me. Reaching out with my hand I touch flesh as warm and real as my own.

“Don’t stop,” I croak from my sleep-parched throat.

A low giggle in response. Sadie? A deeper murmur. Who?

Strong arms roll me onto my belly and at least two pairs of hands massage deep into the muscles of my calves and thighs, knead my buttocks and work their way up my back, taking care to delineate each vertebra. Wet kisses awake my skin and a shiver runs up my spine. Hands still working my back, someone is now lavishing attention on the soles of my feet, working tension out each toe, sending astonishing sensations up my legs to my still hard phallus trapped between my body and the bed.

These ministrations seem to go on for hours. I float in the sensations, unwilling to determine for sure whether this is a waking dream or dreamy wakefulness. Whatever it is, I want it to last as long as possible.

Even so, when an open palm rests gently on my lower back, and two hands cradle my feet, gently swaying them back and forth, I feel oddly satisfied.

Arms gently turn me over and lift me into a sitting posture. I feel myself sandwiched skin to skin between these two wonderful people, Sam and Sadie, and realize with a shock that they love me.

“Want to go for a walk?” Sadie suggests. We stand and walk out onto the porch. Moonlight pours down into the open clearing, casting sliver onto the Spanish moss hanging from the oak trees and onto the tops of the tall pines. We step down off the porch and wander the camp, heedless of our nakedness. Sam looks amazing without his clothes, even better than the day he signed off on my dorm room wearing only shorts. Sadie, well . . . she is a beautiful young woman. She runs a finger up my penis and I realize I am still hard. I turn and grin at her. She kisses me on the lips.

“We sort of took advantage of you,” she says.

“Um, not really.”

“Yeah,” Sam concurs, “we did. I mean, it wasn’t really fair to initiate things with you when you were asleep.”

“But it was so lovely,” I protest. “Magical. I . . . I really love you guys.”

Sam and Sadie crush me in a naked hug.

“Let’s go swimming,” Sadie exclaims. We break the hug and run across the grass. None of us have a key, so we just clamber over the fence and dive into the water. The night is warm and the spring water feels like silk on my naked body. Amazing what a difference the lack of a little bit of swimsuit fabric makes! The moon fills the pool with light. We twist and turn in the water. I run my naked body alongside Sam’s underwater. Feeling daring I swim right alongside Sadie and feel her skin slide past mine. We pull ourselves out of the pool and the water sluices off our bodies. I shake the water off like a dog and follow Sadie to one of the deck chairs. Sam lies down next to me and I am sandwiched between their two warm bodies.

I flutter my eyes open to the sight of latticed tree branches lit by early dawn and filled with the sounds of hundreds of birds. My senses are filled with the soft light brightening the sky, birds darting from one branch to another, the call and response and overlay of bird song, the scent of early morning dew on grass, the warm breeze wafting across my naked skin. As I awake I realize I am no longer encased between the bodies of my friends.

I look around. I am lying on a deck chair within the pool enclosure. Daylight is rapidly filling the sky. I stretch, remembering the sensuous feeling of sliding through the moonlit pool. I hear voices in the kitchen next door and the rattle of pans being moved around. I sit up. Where are Sam and Sadie?

Natalie comes around the corner from the kitchen. I stand nakedly motionless, as if I am in a different universe from her.

“Good morning,” Natalie calls out cheerily. “You’re certainly on board with the program!”

I glance behind me. Of course no one else is there. I am indeed visible and Natalie is speaking to me! “I’m sorry. We . . . I . . . um, I’ll get my suit on . . . “

“Not at all. I’m thrilled.” Natalie finds the right key from the jangling bunch she is carrying and unlocks the pool enclosure. “Pool’s officially open, you’re here. Have you eaten? I’ll bring you some breakfast if you like.”

“But, I’m naked,” I protest the obvious.

“Don’t be nervous. People will love it, I’m pretty sure. Anyway, it’s great of you to be the brave one so we can all find out.”

“You mean . . . “

“Of course, just do your job as usual. Act normal. If anyone else wants to strip down that’s fine.”

I nod dumbly. It’s my last chance to dart across the clearing to my cabin and grab my swimsuit off the porch railing. But at that moment one of the older ladies—what is her name—Gladys, Mildred, Margaret—opens the gate and enters the pool area for her regular-as-clockwork morning swim.

“I vote ‘yes’,” she declares before taking off her coverup to reveal one of those black one piece bathing suits that looks like a complete outfit, ruffled skirt included. She carefully pulls a bathing cap over her head and ceremoniously enters the water. Just before she puts her head under she turns back and looks at me with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

I guess I better climb up into my chair and be the lifeguard. Mrs. Colson’s two kids race up to the gate, followed by their mother, who opens it.

“We’re here early today,” the older of the two boys announces.

“Can we swim naked like him?” the younger points at me.

“Um . . .,” Mrs. Colson looks at me questioningly.

Remembering Natalie’s instruction that it was fine if anyone wanted to strip down, I shrug. “I guess so,” I say hesitantly.

“Yay!” scream both boys and have their trunks off in a matter of seconds. Excited to be naked they run alongside the pool.

“Walk, boys. No running!” I remind them. The older boy grins and dives into the pool.

“Sorry,” says the younger.

“I just don’t want you to get hurt,” I reply. The boy nods and jumps in feet first.

Two more of the ladies arrive for their morning swim. A girl shows up with her mom. I haven’t seen them before so perhaps they are new arrivals to Forest Home. The girl is maybe ten or eleven years old, budding breasts just barely starting to fill the bikini top she is wearing.

“Those boys are naked,” she declares.

“I guess they are,” her mother observes.

The girl hesitates for a moment and then unties her top and throws it onto one of the deck chairs. She looks at her mother and I as if to see if one of us will object. Getting no reaction she puts her hands on either side of her bikini bottoms and with a sudden rush of decision pulls them down. Her pert little behind is a flash of untanned white and then she is in the water. Her mother goes over to one of the deck chairs, spreads out her towel and lies on her belly. A bit later I notice that her bikini top is untied so she can get an uninterrupted tan on her back. While the girl and the two boys splash and play in the pool the girl’s mother eventually turns over and bares her breasts to the sun.

I look off into the distance and see Sadie and Sam walking across the clearing. They give me big waves and yell something I can’t make out. Sadie is wearing her yellow bikini. Sam is in what counts as formal wear at Forest Home: khaki shorts and a polo shirt. I’m no longer desperate to retrieve my bathing suit, or to send one of them off to get it for me. After all, a good percentage of the campers have now seen me stark naked and nobody has seemed at all put out. Nevertheless, after last night’s adventures I wish Sam or Sadie would at least stop by and say hi. Probably off to one of those endless and mysterious meetings. What in the world is Sam consulting about anyway, and what are these ‘changes’ everyone keeps mentioning?

“Are you really watching us?” The eleven year old girl demands to know.

I look down. I am keenly aware that she is on the cusp of puberty and quickly look away. Then the import of her question sinks in. “Yes, of course!” I insist, making sure to look directly at her face.

“Good. Because I don’t want to drown.” She turns sharply on her heel and walks back to the water. The two boys have obtained a ball from somewhere and are standing on the other side of the pool. The older boy tosses the ball into the pool and counts to three, whereupon all three children dive in and splash noisily toward the ball. I watch the game for awhile and realize I’m hungry. I’m about to call the kids out of the pool so I can go next door and get something to eat when it hits me that I’m naked. Yes, of course, I know I’ve been naked all day (all night for that matter), but there is something about water and swimming that makes nudity seem natural. Walking next door to the eating area might be pushing things too far. As if reading my mind, Frank comes around the corner from the kitchen. He’s carrying a tray of food which he balances on one hand while he unlatches the gate.

“Nadine figured you might be hungry,” Frank says, laying the tray down on one of the deck chairs.

“Thanks, Frank,” I say with feeling. “I’m famished.”

“Sea and sun,” Frank says, “Guess pool water is the stand in for the sea.” I’m beginning to appreciate that Frank can be laughing without showing any outward sign of humor. “You know, when I was a youngster boys were required to swim naked. Lifeguards, too. I was a camp swim instructor—in the nude, of course—but never did the lifeguard thing.”

“I didn’t know that,” I respond.

“Yup, never owned a bathing suit until I was a grown man. Nothing like swimming naked. I might come out and take a dip after the lunch rush.”

“I’ll be here,” I say.

“Sure thing. I don’t want to drown.” More of that Frank humor. I laugh in spite of myself but Frank just looks at me deadpan.

“See y’all later,” he intones as he lets himself back out the gate.

* * *

Sadie and Sam approach the pool area all animated. They act as if it were just ten minutes ago that we three were hanging out next to the pool. I try not to be miffed.

“Looking good,” Sam says. “You’re tanning up.”

I look down at my erstwhile swimsuit covered area. “I don’t know that it’s possible to tan that fast,” I comment.

“Want to go to your place?” Sadie is so obviously eager that my irritation simply drains away. “Let’s lock up!” she adds.

“When are you going to get out of the monkey suit?” I tease Sam. It is an obvious reference to the conversation that now seems long, long ago.

“As soon as we get to your place,” he replies

“That’s not what I mean,” I protest.

“Soon, soon,” Sam assuages me. “Negotiations are almost complete.”

I step onto the porch and see my bone dry swim suit hanging on the railing. Nearly 24 hours and I haven’t worn a stitch. Oh, well, not going to put anything on now, that’s for sure. We head inside but before my eyes can adjust to seeing anything in the darkened interior Sadie jumps me.

“God, I just can’t wait any longer,” she exclaims. She pushes me onto the bed and straddles me. Her face bends down and I’m being kissed. I feel the tips of her breasts and realize she must have ripped her bikini off as soon as we walked in the door. A hand fondles my penis into a sudden erection which is then engulfed in wet, warm tightness. It is better than I have imagined. I lie on the bed and let Sadie ravish me. She propels herself up and down and in disappointingly record time I know I’m about to come. I push my hips up against her weight and feel myself release deep inside her body. She pulls gently up and off and rolls aside onto the bed.

“I’m sorry . . . “ I begin.

“No worries, honey,” Sadie says soothingly.

“I didn’t know . . . It’s my first time. I’ll . . . “ My words are smothered with kisses.

Pulling off my mouth for a moment Sadie speaks softly into my ear. “You’ll recover I’m sure and we’ll do it again. Lots of times.” I grin to myself in the dark. Who cares if she ignored me all day long. Oh, man!

“Is it really your first time?” Sadie asks, “Or just your first time with a girl?”

I blush furiously, the blood rushing from my penis to the full area of my skin. “Um, yeah, first time with anyone than myself, if you know what I mean.”

A hand tickles across my belly and teases my pubic bone. I look to my right and find Sam lying next to me on the bed. One friend on either side. Like last night by the pool! Sam’s fingers continue to tickle and move down until he is gently fondling my penis. Amazingly I’m already erecting again and feeling like I could fuck the world.

“Go ahead,” Sadie says, “Come on.” She turns onto her back and spreads her legs. I fumble around searching her unfamiliar anatomy. Sadie’s fingers guide the head of my penis to her opening. I push and am surprised at the resistance. “It’s okay,” Sadie says. “I’m a bit puffed up from excitement. Just push, it feels good.” I shove harder and then my penis pops into the warmth. I thrust experimentally back and forth and then instinct kicks in and I push my shaft in hard. I feel our pubic bones hit and I pull back almost all the way out and thrust in hard. Sadie moans. A few more trials and I start thrusting in earnest. This time I hold out for much longer, but again ejaculate into Sadie’s insides and am too sensitive to continue.

“You . . . didn’t . . . come,” I gasp between breaths.

Strong hands roll me onto my belly and I feel fingers moving toward my anal opening. I feel nervous. “Sam?”

“I wanted you all this past school year,” Sam says, his voice coming from above and behind me.

“Really?” I say. “I was regretting that I didn’t reach out and get to know you, but . . . if you wanted me so bad, why . . . ?”

“I was the RA. It wouldn’t have been ethical. I’m pretty sure it’s against the honor code.”

“Oh.” Given my nonexistent sex life I’d never considered what the honor code had to say about fucking my hall mate.

“Anyway, when I met Nadine at the conference we got to talking. She mentioned that her best friend’s daughter knew someone at the college. I was intrigued and amazingly it was you. So, I took the consulting job and I was hoping it would give me a second chance.”

While I tried to figure out this complicated chain of events, Sam started licking my anus and slowly began inserting his finger, fingers and . . . “

“I’m going to fuck you, Adam,” Sam says. “Relax as deeply as you possibly can. Still, it might hurt.”

I nod in the dark, then say, “Okay, just do it.”

I feel Sam’s hard dick pressed against me. It feels larger than I know it can be. I want him, I do, but it feels absolutely impossible that anything larger than two fingers—maybe three at the outside—would ever fit inside my tight opening.

“I’ve never done this,” my words muffled into the mattress.

“Know what?” Sam says, “I’m being too eager.” He lifts off of me and I hear bare feet padding across the room. He rummages around in the cabinet and comes back. I remain on the bed, trying to relax parts of my body that I am only dimly aware of.

The pungent smell of olive oil hits my nostrils and I feel the viscous liquid on my backside. Sam begins to massage my buttocks, my crack and my anal opening. It feels so good that I forget I’m supposed to be relaxing and just ease into the massage. After what feels like hours of being spoiled Sam pauses.

“Let’s get some supper,” he suggests.

“But . . .,” I protest.

Sadie chastises Sam. “Poor boy’s horny and you’re leaving him high and dry!”

“And I left you high and dry,” I put in.

“I got fucked. It was delicious!” Sadie exclaims. “I can wait to cum—I mean, I’m hoping you’ll want to fuck me again, right?”

“For sure!” I exclaim.

“He can wait to get fucked,” Sam asserts. “The boy’s too tight. I don’t want to injure him. Anyway, let’s take a break. We can always sex it up some more after dinner.”

I pull myself reluctantly off the bed and stretch. I can’t believe I’m having sex. “This is so awesome!” I look back and forth at my two lovers. I’m suddenly intrigued. “Are the two of you . . . ?”

“No.” Sadie answers.

“Not yet, anyway,” Sam adds.

“We wanted to give ourselves to you first,” Sadie explains.

“Remember, I’ve been wanting you practically since the day you arrived on campus,” Sam reminds me.

“I still can’t believe it,” I say softly. I pad across the room to get something to wear. “I guess I am hungry,” I realize.

“Oh, you don’t need any clothes,” Sam says.

“Just because I got caught naked at the pool doesn’t mean I can be naked all the time!”

“We got the survey results tallied just before we closed up for the day,” Sam tells me, “the initial reaction is very positive.”

“I’m sorry, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Let’s take a walk,” Sam suggests. “I’ll show you.”

“But . . . “

“You don’t need clothes,” Sam laughs. “I assure you.”

Sadie has put on her by now ubiquitous yellow bikini. Sam slips on a pair of shorts. I’m escorted out of the cabin as naked as the day I was born. It’s after dusk. Full darkness is falling fast and the air is filled with the sound of crickets. We walk out into the clearing and cross over to the pool enclosure. The air is heavy and damp and warm and I’m sort of glad I’m not wrapped in clothes, however minimal. Still, the idea of sitting in the picnic area naked has me nervous.

We get to the pool and Sam points at a sign posted on the gate. I hadn’t noticed it before.

“Clothing Optional Pool Area,” the sign reads. Under that it says, “Are you in favor? Fill out our survey and let us know. Forms available in the kitchen.”

“That’s why the kids were . . . ?”

Sam nods his head.

“You said, if anyone wants to strip down that’s fine? I thought it was just because I was naked.”

“You were naked,” Sam agrees. “This is the first step in the many changes proposed for Forest Home.”

“Well, what were the results of the survey?” I ask.

Sadie speaks up. “Let’s just say the overall results are fairly well summed up in this comment: ‘I don’t know that I’ll be skinny dipping, but I don’t mind at all if others want to enjoy the pool au naturel. As for the handsome life guard, please keep him nude not only at the pool but everywhere at Forest Home.’”

“There you have it,” Sam interjects. “You’ll be spending the rest of the summer nude.”

“But, why aren’t you two nude as well?” I protest.

“I hope to be as soon as possible,” Sadie replies.

“Our plan is to take it one step at a time. Nude recreation is growing by leaps and bounds. Making Forest Home a clothing optional camp could be its financial salvation. But, we don’t want to lose the current clientele while reaching out for an as yet unproven new audience, so we’re taking it one step at a time. Nobody objects to a clothing optional pool area, so that’s fantastic. We’ll see if anyone objects to having a lifeguard who’s nude at supper. Then we’ll do some surveying to see how comfortable people are with having the whole place be clothing optional. Sadie’s going to help with that.”

“And, I get to spend the whole summer here, with you!” she adds with a huge grin.

“You don’t have to go home? What about that summer job your mom insisted you had to find.”

“She found it.” Sam says, “or rather, I should say she created it.”

I look at Sadie. “I’m the new recreation coordinator for Forest Home,” she says proudly.

“And most of that recreating is going to be in the nude—or clothing optional,” Sam adds. “It’s all part of the plan.”

“And you?” I ask.

“Well, if you want me to stick around . . . “

“You haven’t even fucked me!” I exclaimed. “No way you are going anywhere.”

“Well, in that case.” Sam shrugs. “I guess I’ll stay.”

I look at Sadie, then at Sam. We start laughing. Then we tumble into a three-way hug and I’m fondled and kissed. Fingers find my penis and I’m instantly hard.

“Let’s eat,” Sam says.

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