The Unwritten Rules

By Ardor

Chapter 1

I had sent my application into Blanke Schande College before I went to France on a special summer of the arts program. It was a prestigious program that meant non stop studying, hours and hours a day of life drawing, anatomy classes and more hard work then I thought possible. The program offered some of the world’s best artists as teachers though so it was more than worth all the hard work. I had hoped between the honor of being accepted into the summer program and the fact that I had graduated in the top ten percent of my high school class that I could get some sort of special exemption.

After the letter of recommendation I got from the head of arts program every school I applied to practically begged me to attend. I was hoping that BSC would feel the same way but three days until the end of the program and I still hadn’t heard a thing from them.

I had almost given up and resigned myself to my second choice when I got a phone call at three in the morning from my mother. Blanke Schande had accepted me after all. My Mother wasn’t happy and she didn’t understand why I’d want to go to “that school.” She knew better than to keep the letter of acceptance from me though. I’d have to go almost directly to school once I landed back in the US. I would have just enough time to pack, get a night of sleep and drive out to school the next day.

The last few days of the program I could hardly contain myself. I spent the flight home going over in my mind the things I wanted to pack. When I got home it was my Mom that finally brought me down to earth. She asked me a hundred times if I was sure this was the school I wanted to go to. I told her yes again and again until her relentless questioning started to make me angry.

Not wanting to get into an argument before leaving I looked at her sincerely and said, “Mom I’ve told you a hundred times why I want to go to this school. If you won’t believe me then do the research for yourself, maybe then you’ll understand. Just don’t ruin this for me, please.”

She looked back at me unhappily and then smiled and said, “Fine, but if you’re so into this school why are you still dressed?”

“Huh,” I asked unsure of what she meant.

“If you’re so eager to get naked, Joanie, why wait until tomorrow,” she asked with an annoying, I told you so grin.

“Mother what are you trying to prove,” I asked suspiciously.

“If you can’t spend one evening naked, with your mother, how are you going to spend the next four years naked with hundreds, no thousands, of total strangers at that school,” she asked with her hands on her hips.

I just shrugged my shoulders and started to take off my clothes. When I was completely naked I looked her right in the eye and said, “Satisfied?”

“Almost,” she said with a smile, “now, I’d like you to present for me.”

I looked at her shocked and asked, “Where did you hear about that?”

“You didn’t think I knew about that, huh? It was in the brochure from, that school,” she said rolling her eyes. “Now let’s see it. Lay down, spread your legs and show me your cunt baby.”

“Mom,” I said shocked that she would talk to me that way.

“Well, what do you think’s gonna happen when you get out there Joanie? Do you really think you’re gonna be treated with any respect. Not only are you stark naked all the time but just by asking anyone can see straight up inside you. No boy is going to respect a girl like that. You’ll wind up being nothing more than a sex toy for a group of immature, horny, young perverts.”

“It’s not like that Mom, I swear,” I said near tears.

“Yeah, sure it’s not. I’m still not seeing any pink. What are you waiting for,” Mom asked with a smug look and her hands back on her hips.

The way she stared at me so self-righteously gave me the strength to do it. I walked over to my bed, laid down on my back,spread my legs wide and showed her my vagina.

“Anything else,” I asked angrily.

“No,” she said in disgust, “that’s just the way I want to remember my only daughter before she leaves for slut school. I’m glad your father’s no longer with us. This would’ve killed him. When you get some sense in your head put some clothes on and come down for dinner. Tomorrow we can call one of the respectable schools that practically begged you to enroll.”

Then she walked out in a huff and left me laying there on my bed with my legs spread. I rolled over on my side, brought my knees up to my chest and hugged myself.

“It’s not like that,” I thought to myself, “I just know it’s not like that.”

After that little scene I started to doubt myself though. I had to know for sure before I left. I hadn’t packed my laptop yet so I decided to scour the college website for anything that would prove Mom wrong. In too much of a hurry to get dressed I just opened my laptop and turned it on. After surfing to the site I looked around for anything that would help. The website made it all look almost  wholesome. Sure the girls were naked but they all looked so clean and friendly. It reminded me a lot of some of the naturist websites I’ve seen. Well except, of course, for the fact that all the guys were dressed.

I clicked on the student services link and saw something that I hadn’t noticed before. There was a link titled, “Special Services for Female BSC Students.” That brought up a box that asked for my social security number and date of birth. It seemed kind of high security but not only was I curious about what was on the other side of that security but I was getting desperate to prove my mother wrong.

I put in my social, my date of birth and hit enter. This quickly brought up another page that I hadn’t seen before. There was a long list of links for everything from academic planning to financial aid. There was a section for incoming students that seemed to be what I was looking for. In that there was a link that gave the psychology of the female nudity rule and a link to a list of the classic presenting positions complete with pictures.

As I clicked through the poses I looked at the girls closely. They didn’t look unhappy or victimized. They also didn’t look like slutty porn stars either. Oh, the pictures were sexy, with some of the poses that was just impossible to avoid, but even when spread wide open the girls all seemed to somehow retain a wholesomeness to them. They looked cute and sweet. Almost as if they were saying, yeah, this is my body, so what?

Was I rationalizing though? What would my Mom say if she saw these pictures? I sighed in frustration. I just didn’t know anymore. I navigated back to the main page and looked through the list of links for something that might be more useful. Somewhere towards the bottom I saw a link titled, “Incoming Freshman Support Chat-room.” I clicked on it and a window popped up with a progress bar. Once it reached one hundred percent a large image loaded on the left.

Apparently it was a video chat-room. The large image showed the side view of a naked woman sitting behind a clear plastic, or glass, desk talking to someone out of camera that must have been standing right in front of her.

She looked up at whoever it was, smiled and said, “Yeah.” Then she looked down at her breasts, cupped and lifted both of them while she casually strummed her thumbs across her nipples. Then she looked back up, smiled at whoever it was and said, “They’re hard almost all the time. An occupational hazard I guess.” She let go of her boobs and shrugged making them jiggle and asked, “Now what were you looking for? Oh yes, hang on, it’s right here.”

She got up out of her chair and went over to a file cabinet.Her back was to me now but I could see her from head to toe. She was stark naked and didn’t seem to care in the slightest.
   
She opened the top drawer on the cabinet and took out some papers. When she was done she closed the drawer but either it was well greased or she just pushed to hard because it slammed closed and the whole cabinet shook.
   
A stack of books and some small boxes fell over. She cursed and then handed the papers to whomever was on the other side of her desk and then started to clean up the mess.

She sort of squatted down with her feet about shoulder width apart. I could tell she was still naked but I couldn’t see more than her back. She leaned forward to get something in front of her and her butt came up, her cheeks separated and I saw everything.
   
It was so unexpected and shocking that I gasped loudly. She stopped what she was doing, looked around and then looked back at me over her shoulder. She smiled and said, “Thank god, I thought I was hearing voices for a second there.”
   
She put the stack of books back on top of the file cabinet and then grabbed her chair and pulled it up to the camera. When she sat down in front of the camera I could only see her from the waist up. She smiled at me and said, “Hi I’m Tammy Lambardo.I see you’re already naked. Are you thinking of applying for next year?”
   
I suddenly remembered the built in web-cam and microphone on my laptop. She could see and hear me as clearly as I could see her!

“I, um, actually am registered for this year. I’m leaving for the school tomorrow morning,” I said nervously.

“That’s unusual. We generally don’t admit students after the school year has begun. What’s your name?”

“Joan Harper, I only got my letter of acceptance a few days ago,” I said worried now that I might have screwed things up somehow.

She swiveled her chair to her right and reached back to the see through desk I saw her sitting at when I first entered the chat room. I couldn’t help but look at her body as she stretched out in front of the camera. Her breasts moved on her chest as she angled her body to try to reach back. Still not able to reach whatever it was she needed her butt lifted out of the chair and her left leg came up.
All her weight was on her right leg now and her left must have been hooked under the desk to keep her from falling over. I couldn’t see it below her knee. What I could see clear as day was her pussy.

She was clean shaven and her lips were slightly spread. I gasped again and she looked back at me and smiled. Then, she stretched a little father which brought her pussy up closer to the center of my screen and snatched a folder off her desk. She sat back into her chair and faced me. She smiled again and said, “Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to flash the gash but when you’ve been naked as long as I’ve been you don’t even think about it.”

“H-how long have you been naked?” I asked as she looked through papers in the folder.

She stopped looking at the folder, cocked her head, looked upwards as she was doing the math in her head and then said, “Oh, about eight or nine years now I think.”

“Wow, you haven’t worn clothes in nine years,” I said shocked.

“Well, maybe a coat here and there when I have to go off campus, and one time when my husband took me to this fancy restaurant I wore this gorgeous evening gown that was almost as good as naked. Other than that nope, not a thing.” She looked dreamy eyed for a second, laughed and then said, “That dress had me so horny I blew him in the restaurant and fucked him in the parking lot.”

“Oh,” I said shocked that she would admit something like that to a stranger.

“Sorry sweetie,” she said with a laugh, “I keep shocking you don’t I? You’ll get used to us lifers. We’re naked mentally as well as physically. Nothing to hide, nothing to be ashamed of that’s our motto.”

“Wow,” I said impressed, “I don’t know if I could be that open.”

“After a while you don’t even think about it. You’ll see once you get here,” she said looking through her folder.

“That’s kind of why I’m online actually,” I said feeling a little ashamed.

“Yeah? Oh, hang on, here you are,” she said pulling some papers out of her folder and looking through them. “Hmm, we sent you your acceptance letter weeks ago... Well, you’re the impressive one, aren’t you? No wonder they gave you an exemption. Graduated at the top of your class...
Honor student, and look at this recommendation from nothing less than the Pantheon-Sorbonne in Paris,” she said as she looked at me over her papers. “Very, very, impressive.”

“Thanks, I worked very hard for those honors,” I said feeling myself blush just a little.

“I’m sure you did. So why aren’t you here now,” she asked as she put the folder down and looked at me through the camera.

“I just flew back from Paris today. I’m leaving for BSC early tomorrow morning but, um, my Mom found out about presenting and, well...”

I couldn’t look at her as I spoke. Here was this beautiful woman completely naked and totally unashamed. Just asking this question made me feel bad but I had to know. I had to be sure.

“She said if I went to BSC I’d be nothing but a naked sex toy.  She called me a slut and said no boy would ever respect me. It’s, not really like that, is it?”

“Oh honey,” she said with a sympathetic look on her face, “it’s nothing like that as all, I promise you. If anything you’ll get more respect from the boys here then you will at any other school.”

“Really? But how when they can-”

“I’ll tell you our secret,” Tammy said interrupting me, “you know how some girls say they’re sisters while in reality they’re just catty little bitches?”

“Yeah,” I said with a smirk having known more than a few of those types in my day.

“Well, here we really are sisters. What you do to one of us, you do to all of us. The last thing any guy wants is to be surrounded by thousands of naked women that won’t even look at him,” Tammy said with a cat ate the canary grin.

I couldn’t help giggle to myself as I said, “I’m sure.”

“So if one of the guys, no matter who it is, steps out of line you tell one of your sisters. It’ll be all over campus before he can take anotherbreath.
Here’s the thing though,” she said looking at me very  seriously, “make sure you report what happened honestly and exactly the way it happened. If it’s been found out that you lied or exaggerated in any way you could get expelled for it.”

“I would never do that I promise,” I said with my eyes wide.

“I’m sure you wouldn’t,” Tammy said with a friendly smile, “it’s all besides the point really. The seniors usually keep an eye on things to make sure there’re no problems. They explain the unwritten rules to the freshman and generally keep everyone in line.”

“Unwritten rules,” I asked wondering what they might be.

Tammy just smiled at me and said, “Don’t worry about it. It’ll all make sense once you get here.” Then, she looked back at her papers and said, “In fact by the time Stacy is done with you it’ll make so much sense you won’t even understand the outside world anymore.”

“Stacy,” I asked wondering if I should know who she was.

“Stacy Perchanski is a grad student, one of our brightest and a really sweet girl, she’s volunteered to room with you since you’re coming in late. She’ll fill you in on everything you need to know.”

“Oh, cool,” I said happily.

“You OK now honey,” Tammy asked concerned.

“Yeah,” I said with a sincere smile, “I just didn’t realize that being naked could get so complicated.”

“It really isn’t, you’ll see, once you get here. Which I hope you’ll still be doing,” Tammy said hopefully.

I laughed and said, “I’ll be there, don’t worry. Probably around two or three o’clock tomorrow.”

“Great, do you know where the admissions office is,” Tammy asked.

“Yeah, I have a map of the campus.”

“OK, then I’ll look forward to seeing you tomorrow.”

After shutting down my laptop I looked around my room and saw that just about everything I needed was packed. There wasn’t much really. My art supplies made up the bulk of it. After that it was just a few boxes of personal stuff, some toiletries and my make up. That was it, being naked had really simplified things.

I took three huge suitcases of clothes with me to Paris and that was just for a few months. There would be twice that coming with me to school if I going to a “normal” college. I wouldn’t need any of that at BSC.

I closed my laptop and felt a little better about things. That is, until I realized that I still had to tell my mother I was going to BSC despite her disapproval. I pictured the fight and the name calling that was probably headed my way and wanted to curl up again.

Then, I thought of Tammy and her motto, nothing to hide, nothing to be ashamed of, and decided I was going to be as much like her as I could. What was the point of going to Blanke Schande College if I couldn’t embrace it’s philosophy. Not to mention that the best way to make Mom believe I was serious would be to boldly walk downstairs naked as could be.

I cupped both my boobs, lifted them up, looked down at them and said, “Come on girls, looks like you’re hitting prime time.”

Then I put my laptop with the other things that were coming with me to school and walked out of my room, naked. I walked down the hallway, naked, and I walked down the stairs, naked.

Although, that last part was a little weird. I don’t usually go bra-less so I wasn’t used to the way my boobs bounced as I walked down the steps. I actually had to slow down a little to keep them from bouncing out of control.

I cupped both my boobs again, looked at them and said, “Looks like we’re gonna have to get to know each other all over again.” Then I laughed at myself and thought, “If I keep talking to my boobs people are gonna think I’m nuts. They’ll probably send me to the booby hatch.”

I laughed at my stupid joke, more out of nervousness then anything else probably, and smiled all the way down into the living room where I ran smack into my mother and Dean Bennett.

Dean was my boyfriend through most of my senior year of high school. He was sweet and very handsome but not terribly smart. If it wasn’t for our study sessions I don’t know if he would have made it out of high school. In fact he was trying to pick up his GPA in community college so he could get into a better school.

The relationship ended as well as it could and, frankly, I was relieved because he was starting to get on my nerves. He didn’t get my art, no matter how many times I explained things to him, and sometimes, when we were out together it felt more like babysitting than dating.

He was handsome, popular, and I couldn’t bring myself to break up with him so close to the end of the year. So, I stuck it out, helped him get through exams and before I left for Paris, I broke up with him as gently as I could. Now, there he stood in our living room, and there I was, staring at him stark naked and dumbfounded.
 
“Joan, I thought you were getting dressed,” my mother said with a shocked expression.

“I’m going to Blanke Schande Mother. So if I can’t spend an evening naked with you, and apparently my ex-boyfriend, how am I going to do it
for the next four years,” I asked angrily.

“You can’t be serious Joanie,” Mom asked stunned.

“What’s going on,” Dean asked trying not to look at my boobs and failing.

“My daughter is a slut and she’s throwing her life away. That’s what’s going on here,” Mom said angrily.

“I don’t believe that, not for a second,” Dean said shocking Mom into silence. “Joanie is one of the smartest people I know. She wouldn’t do that, she wouldn’t act that way.”

I told you he was sweet didn’t I? He didn’t even know what was going on and he believed in me. Why couldn’t my own Mother have half that much faith in me?

“Now what the heck is black sand,” Dean asked looking like a confused puppy.

I almost laughed but managed to restrain myself.

“Blanke, Schande, College, Dean.” I said slowly and clearly. “It’s a small prestigious college upstate and I’m leaving for it in the morning.”

“Oh,” he said a little disappointed.

“Don’t leave out the best part Joanie,” Mom said in an annoying tone of voice. “Tell him why you’re naked.”

I sighed and said, “Because the women of BSC don’t wear clothes. They’re naked all the time. Just like I am now.”

Dean didn’t say anything but a slow smile crept across his face.

“See mother,” I said self righteously, “Dean doesn’t think it’s such a horrible crime to be naked.”


“Well, of course he doesn’t,” she said angrily, “you’re standing there with your tits practically in his face.”

“Mother, why do you have to be so crude,” I asked her.

“Crude? I’m crude,” she asked like I was crazy. “You’re standing there stark naked for anyone to see and I’m the one being crude!”

“There’s nothing crude or obscene about nudity mother. The human body is beautiful. What do you think I spent the last three months in Paris
studying? Rotting fruit and potted plants?”

“So you’re not going to get dressed,” she asked in total disbelief.

“No,” I said folding my arms under my breasts not realizing how that would emphasize them until it was too late. “I have nothing to hide and nothing to be ashamed of.”

“We can all see that,” my mother said as she looked at my breasts and then back up to my face. Then she smiled and said, “Since you’re being so progressive why don’t you let Dean see what he’s missing? Ask her to present Dean.”

“Mother,” I said angrily through my teeth.

“What? You have nothing to be ashamed of and nothing to hide right?”

“It won’t work mother,” I said defiantly.

“W-what’s presenting,” Dean asked hesitantly.

“Um, well, you see Dean,” I said trying to figure out a way to break it to him gently.

“Any girl who goes to this slut school,” my mother interrupted, her voice full of venom, “is required to spread her pussy wide open for any guy
who wants to see it. All he has to do is ask, isn’t that right Joanie.”

“Well, yes,” I said looking at Dean who’s mouth dropped open, “but she’s making it sound so nasty. It’s not like that Dean, really.”

“Yeah, right,” Mom said angrily, “I’ll show you just what it’s like.”

She walked up to me in a ridiculous parody of the sleazy guy no girl wants to meet and said, “Hey, nice rack sweet lips. I see your nips are hard so you must be in the mood right,” she laughed obnoxiously and looked at Dean smiling.

Dean looked like he was about to have a heart attack and I was so shocked that I couldn’t get myself to move. “You know what I’m really in the mood to see,” Mom asked continuing her horrible little play. “A little brown eye, yeah. Why don’t you turn around, bend over and spread your ass for us baby?”

I don’t know where it came from but something inside me just snapped.

“Mother,” I screamed at her angry beyond belief, “if any male on campus even thought about speaking to a BSC woman that way they’d regret it to the very end of their days. Do you really think I’d... Oh, you just don’t get it!” Then I got right up in her face and said, “And until you do I don’t want to see you, I don’t want to speak to you, I don’t even want to think about you, ever again!”

Absolutely out of my head with anger I turned around and walked out the front door. As I did I heard Dean say, “You stay here, she needs some time to cool off, I’ll go after her. I won’t, I’ll take good care of her, I promise.”

I was halfway down the front lawn when Dean caught up to me.

“Joanie, what are you doing? Where are you going,” Dean asked desperately.

“I don’t know but I won’t stay in there one minute longer with that, that, woman,” I yelled pointing at the house angrily.

“Joan,” Dean said as he grabbed me by the shoulders and looked me in the eye, “you’re naked, you can’t walk around the neighborhood like this.”

It was like someone threw a pail of cold water in my face. I looked down at myself and then around me. I stood in the middle of my front lawn naked as the day I was born. Luckily no one was around. However, everything I owned was upstairs. My money, my car keys, my art supplies, everything.

“I can’t go back in there,” I said about to cry.

“OK,” he said pulling out his car keys. He pointed the remote at his car, hit the unlock button and said, “We can sit in my car and figure out what
to do next.”

I smiled at him despite my situation and said, “Thanks Dean.”

His car was parked at the end of the driveway which of course meant that I would have to go further out into the world naked. I didn’t have much choice and, it’s something I’d have to get used to anyway. So, I moved quickly towards his car. If I thought walking downstairs naked was a problem that was only because I hadn’t tried moving fast yet.

My boobs were all over the place. Not wanting to slow down though I just grabbed ahold of them and kept going. When I got up to the car I saw that, in my haste, I had run to the wrong side of the car. Dean had parked too close to my mother’s car and I couldn’t fit between them to go around.

I could run back to the house and around the front of my mother’s car, around the back of Dean’s car or climb over his bumper to get to the passenger side of the car. Climbing seemed the quickest way to safety so I put my foot up on his bumper. As I did I thought about what I must look like. I turned my head to the right to look for Dean.

I found him as he sat behind the wheel of his car. He looked right at me as I stood there in front of him with one foot up on his bumper and both hands still holding my boobs.

I froze.

He looked up my body to my face and we locked eyes for a moment or two. Dean could see all of me from head to toe. I felt myself blush and my nipples harden against my palms.

“Oh God,” I thought not knowing what to do.

Dean looked down and I saw his right arm moving but because of the dashboard I couldn’t see him below the waist. He wasn’t...

Just then the car started to roll slowly backwards and I realized all he had done was take the car out of park. When there was enough room I ran between the cars and over to the passenger  side door.

Dean already had it open so I jumped in and closed the door. I slunk down in the seat and said, “Thanks Dean I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

After a moment or two of uncomfortable silence he laughed and said, “You’d be this town’s first naked homeless person.”

I laughed back and said, “At least that would make begging for change easier.”

“I’ll say, you’d be the richest homeless person in the world,” Dean said eagerly.

“Dean,” I said a little shocked at his enthusiasm, “it’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before.”

“Well, actually,” he said looking at me out of the corner of his eye, “I really haven’t.”

I looked at him and said, “We’ve had sex in the back seat of this very car.”

“Yeah, but it was dark and neither one of us actually got undressed. You took your panties off but you still had your skirt on. Your blouse was open and your bra was pushed up. It wasn’t the same as seeing you like I did when you came downstairs, into a well lit room, or just now in front of my car. Or even right this second,” he said smiling but not looking at me.

“Oh,” I said suddenly feeling very naked.

Then, I thought about Tammy and all the other women at BSC who were probably just like her.

“Nothing to hide, nothing to be ashamed of,” I said as I repeated Tammy’s motto quietly to myself.

“What,” Dean asked.

“Just something one of the BSC women taught me. Dean, look at me,” I said as I tried to be strong.

Slowly he turned his head towards me.

“So now you know what I look like naked, big deal. In fact,” I said about to offer to present for him when I caught some movement out of the
corner of my eye.

I turned to look at the living room window and saw my mother standing there glaring at us. After I made a little grunt of disapproval Dean followed my stare to see what I was looking at. When he saw my mother in the window he turned his head so that he was looking off to his left at the ceiling.

“Can we get out of here,” I asked Dean.

“Where do you want to go,” he asked with a nervous laugh.

“I don’t care, anywhere, we can just drive around. We’ll come back later, after she’s asleep, to get my stuff.”

“Joanie you’re naked and I don’t even have an oily rag in this car,” Dean said concerned.

“Dean, I’m going to be naked for the next four years. What’s the difference if I start right now or tomorrow afternoon,” I asked thinking I was making perfect sense.

“Because you’re allowed to be naked at that wacky college, you’re not here,” he said as he looked at me and raised his voice a little.

“It’s not a wacky college,” I said folding my arms under my breasts and pouting. “It’s a perfectly legitimate institute of higher learning that’s very well respected thank you, and if you’re gonna start yelling at me like, that, woman,” I said as I pointed back at myhouse, “then I’ll just deal with this on my own.”

I started to reach for the door handle but Dean stopped me by saying, “I’m sorry I raised my voice Joanie and I wouldn’t ever call you names. I’m sorry I said it was a wacky college. All I meant was that it’s not legal to walk around naked out here.”

“Actually, non sexual nudity is technically legal here,” I said quietly.

“You’re serious,” he asked unsure.

“Yep,” I said proudly, “the school’s website has a listing of the public nudity laws for every state and city in the country so we can get used to
being naked in public if we want.”

“And you’re totally OK with everyone seeing you naked,” he asked doubtfully.

“Yep,” I said trying to sound more confident than I really was.

“I take it back,” he said laughing as he started up the car, “the school’s not wacky you are.”

“Hey, I thought you weren’t gonna call me names,” I asked knowing he was only joking.

He shrugged and said, “If the shoe fits, well, I guess in your case, don’t wear it.”

I gave him a playful slap on the shoulder and smiled at him.


Dean backed the car out of the driveway and drove down the street. I could almost feel him as he looked at me out of the corner of his eye. Waiting for me to tell him to stop and take me back home. I didn’t say a word. I just sat there in my seat, tits held high, as we drove through the neighborhood. Once we got out on the main road I couldn’t help but sink back down in my seat a little.

Dean looked over at me guiltily and said, “Sorry, I should have stuck to the back roads.”

“No,” I said sitting up, “this is my choice and I have to deal with it.”

I sat back up and looked around as we drove. There were a few cars on the road but it was getting dark already and they probably couldn’t see much. If I just sat there normally, well, as normally as I could, then no one but Dean would probably even have known I sat there stark naked.

“Joanie, this is crazy. Let me take you home,” Dean pleaded, “you can get dressed and forget all about this school.”

“Dean, if you take me home and I’ll end up leaving for school tonight after Mom and I have another nasty fight.”

“Why do you even want to go to this school Joan? You’re obviously uncomfortable sitting there naked,” Dean asked.

I sighed and decided to be honest with him.

“I’ll admit it’s not always easy but BSC isn’t just a fantastic school it’s a whole new way of thinking. It’s a completely different look at how gender roles are played out, at how men and women interact with each other. It’s very exciting Dean.”

“You know I hate it when you talk like that,” Dean said with an annoyed look.

I sighed again and said, “I just want to experience something special, something exciting, before I settle down, OK? Does that make sense to you?”

“Yeah, that I understood, but who are you kidding Joanie? According to your mother every other word out of your mouth has been art, art, art, almost since you were old enough to talk. I guess I don’t have to try to pretend anymore that I understand all that symbolism stuff in your art,”
Dean said as he looked embarrassed, “but even I can see it’s amazing. You’re not going to settle down. You’re probably going to go on to become the world’s most famous naked artist or something.”

“Do you really believe that,” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said kind of pathetically, “which is why I don’t get this school. Why ruin your career before it even starts?”

“Dean,” I said with a comforting smile, “I’m an artist not some conservative politician. Nudity is hardly going to be shocking to the art world. In
fact it’s expected, usually from the art not the artist, but they won’t blink an eye at it. You should look at the school’s website Dean. Read the testimonials from powerful, successful women, all of whom have spent at least four years as naked as I am right now. All they talk about is how the school gave them an outstanding education in their chosen field They also said it gave them confidence and a deep understanding of themselves and their femininity in a way that enabled them to do anything they wanted in life. I want that knowledge, experience and confidence Dean. Even if it might be a difficult lesson to handle sometimes.”

Dean just shook his head and smiled as he drove down the road.

“What,” I asked confused at his reaction.

“I should have known that if anyone could make sense of this crazy situation it would be you.”

“So you understand now,” I asked hopeful.

“I guess so, yeah,” Dean said reluctantly.

It must have been the fight with my mother but I was so relieved to hear Dean’s acceptance that I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek.

“Hey, hey, no molesting the driver,” Dean said with a smile.

“You wish,” I said with a laugh as I moved back over to the passenger side of the car.

Just then my stomach made the loudest gurgling noise I’ve ever heard.

“Dean I hate to ask but, I didn’t get a chance to eat dinner and, well, if you’d buy me something I’ll pay you back when we get my stuff,” I asked
feeling really bad about having to impose on him again.

“I’ll buy you dinner, no problem, but where are we gonna go? You’re still naked,” Dean said pointing out the obvious.

“I wasn’t asking you to take me to the Russian Tea Room,” I said a little annoyed.

“You want tea,” Dean asked confused.

“No,” I said with a smirk, “the nearest drive through will be fine.”

“You sure you don’t want me to park and go in and order? You could stay in the car and no one would see a thing.”

“I’ve got a better idea. Take me to Burger Hut on Hempstead Ave,” I said trying to make a point.

“But all that place has is a little window you walk up to and some tables out in front of the building,” he said shocked, “right out in public.”

“Yep, and you’re going to give me the money and wait at one of those little tables while I order,” I said firmly. “Then we’re going to eat right
there, out in the open.”

“Joanie, are you sure you want to do that,” he asked his voice full of uncertainty.

“Yes,” I said as I turned away from him to look out of the passenger window.

As we drove the few blocks to the burger place I looked out the window at the passing scenery. We were a mile or two from my house at that
point. We passed by places I’d have seen almost my entire life.
My clothes got further and further behind me with every second. Had I left my childish past behind me to enter an exciting new world? Or was I just being a foolish naive girl? I guess my first real test would come up in seconds.

Dean pulled into a spot in the parking lot of the burger place and shut off the car. Then, he took out his wallet and handed me a twenty. I took it from him determined to go through with it but I hesitated when I put my hand on the door handle.

“Joanie,” Dean started to say.

I cut him off by asking, “Do you want anything?”

“Um, a burger and a coke,” he said blankly.

“Meet you at the table,” I said with a forced smile.

I quickly opened the door and got out of the car before I could think about what I was doing. I closed the door and fixed my eyes on the order window. That’s where I was headed, naked.

“You can do this Joanie,” I said to myself, “just do it.”

I walked and just tried to focus on getting to that window. The night air surrounded my naked body almost like a hand caressing me. It was difficult not to be aware of every inch of exposed skin as I walked.

My breasts bounced lightly, my nipples hardened and... No, I couldn’t be getting, wet? There was no way I was putting a hand down there to check. I was close enough to the window by that point that the guy inside saw me coming, so to speak.

He was frozen in place looking at me with wide eyes and an open mouth. It’s bad enough that he was going to see me naked. I didn’t have to finger myself in front of him.

Damn, why did I have to think that? Now I can’t get the image of me laying naked and spread wide open on the ground in front of the order window fingering myself as the burger guy watches out of my mind. I shook my head to throw the image from my mind before stepping up to the window.

“Hi,” I said with a nervous smile, “can I get two burgers, a coke, a diet coke and a large order of fries?”

“Huh,” the burger guy asked dumbfounded.

I waved my hand in front of his face and said, “Two burgers, a coke, a diet coke and a large order of fries.”

“Oh, yeah,” he said quickly coming back to life, “two burgers, a coke, a diet coke and a large naked fry.”

He blushed when he realized what he had said. Despite myself I laughed at him as I said, “That’s right, thanks.”

“That’ll be fourteen sixty-three,” he said as he looked at me a little dazed.

I handed him the twenty dollar bill. He took it from me and left me standing there with absolutely nothing. I was standing in front of a Burger Hut on a busy street without a stitch of clothing or a single thing to my name.

Yeah, I was definitely wet now. I didn’t have much time to think about it though because burger boy stuck his hand out of the window with my change. I was so nervous and he was so busy looking at my tits that the money completely missed my hand. The change hit the floor and the bills started to fly away. I quickly squatted down and grabbed for the money before it got to far.

As I was leaning forward and grabbing for the money my butt cheeks separated, my lips opened up and the night air flew up between my legs. I looked up and said, “Oh,” just in time to see a couple about my age walk around the corner of the building.

“What the fuck,” the guy asked with a smile.

The girl elbowed him and said, “You can put your eyes back in your head now Rob.”

They walked up to me as I slowly stood up.

“Are you OK,” the girl asked while the guy looked me up and down.

“Yeah,” I said, “I’m fine.“

“Wait a minute, Joan, Joan Harper,” the girl asked like she didn’t believe her own eyes.

“D-do I know you,” I asked not recognizing either of them.

“No, but you graduated at the top of your class and your art shows are legendary. Everyone in town knows you. What are you,” she asked emphasizing the word you, “doing standing in front of Burger Hut stark naked?”

“I’m, um, a student at Blanke Schande College.”

I head a click like a camera shutter and looked over at the guy to see him holding up his cell phone.

“Rob, you’re such a pig. Erase that picture right this instant,” the girl said angry with him.

“No, it’s OK,” I said trying to be brave.

“What? You want my boyfriend to have naked pictures of you,” she asked turning her anger towards me.

“No, no, that’s not what I meant,” I said holding my hands up in defense. “I’m sort of a nudist now so it’s just that it’s not a big deal that’s all.”

“So this Blanke Schande College is a nudist school or something,” she asked as if she didn’t understand her own words.

“Well, for the women, yeah,” I said quietly.

“Oh my God,” she said raising her voice, “that’s so fucking sexist. Why would you have anything to do with that?”

“I know it sounds kind of weird but it’s not like that,” I said as I tried to defend myself and my naked sisters. “You should check out the school website before you go jumping to conclusions.”

“What’s the name of the school again,” she asked like I was trying to sell her the Brooklyn Bridge.

“It’s called Blanke Schande College and it’s got one of the highest academic ratings in the entire country.”

“Hmmm, well, I’ll take a look at it later,” she said skeptically.

Then she turned to her boyfriend and said, “And if you ever want to see me naked you’d better put your eyes back in your head and stop acting like a pig.”

“So if I stop acting like a pig you’ll get naked?”

“Wait, what,” she asked shocked.

“I’ll treat you like a queen, take anywhere you want, do anything you want and look at no one but you if you’ll get naked right here and now,” he said as he smiled at her.

“Miss your food is ready,” the burger guy said trying not to interrupt.

I grabbed the tray, glad for an excuse to walk away from the two of them.

“Did you want to order anything,” the burger guy asked them.

“Not now, we’re busy,” Rob said to the burger guy.

The burger guy shrugged and disappeared back into the building and I walked over to Dean and sat down across from him. I could still hear the couple talking in the background but was more interested in my food now that I had it.

I put the tray down in the middle of the table, gave Dean back his change, picked up my burger and took a huge bite out of it. Dean shook his head, smiled at me and picked up his own burger. After I finished chewing I asked, “What?”

He chewed his own food and then said, “You’re really gonna do this. You’re going to spend the rest of the night and the next four years naked.”

“Yeah,” I said like it was the most obvious thing in the world and then took another bite of my burger.

“I should have, oh my God! Joanie, it must be catching,” Dean said as I looked over my shoulder.

I turned to see what he was looking at. The woman from the couple I left by the order window was taking her clothes off. Her top and bra were already lay on the ground. She had taken her shoes off and was now opening up her jeans.  She pushed them and her panties down as I watched. Then, the two of them walked back around the building, towards their car, leaving her clothes where they were on the ground.

I kind of wished I had stayed for their conversation. Did he talk her into it? Could her nudity actually make him behave like a gentleman? I guess
I’d never know for sure but I wanted to believe that it had.

Dean was still looking in the direction the naked woman had walked off into.

“Are you OK,” I asked him.

He looked at me. I saw his eyes flit down to my breasts and then they came quickly back up to my face.

“Um, I have to go to the bathroom. Will you be OK out here for a few minutes,” he asked looking distracted.

“Sure, I guess,” I said wondering what was up with him.

He took his car keys out of his pocket, handed them to me and said, “If anyone comes by who even looks like trouble you run and hide in the car
OK?”

“I’ll be fine Dean, I’m sure, but thanks,” I said jingling the car keys.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can but I just really have to go.”

He stood up and quickly walked past me. As he disappeared around the back of the building, where the bathrooms were, I thought about how weird he was suddenly acting. Then I thought about the woman stripping in the public and the way he just looked at my boobs.

“Oh my god,” I thought with a silent laugh, “Dean Bennet is probably in the bathroom of Burger Hut jerking off right now.”

I laughed but then felt really bad. It’s entirely my fault he’s in there. I made up my mind not only to never mention that I suspected what he was doing in that bathroom but I’d make it up to him somehow. I’ll come up with some story about needing practice presenting. Then, I’ll show him things he’s only dreamed of seeing. After that I’ll offer him some serious relief. I smiled to myself as I thought about us doing it again in the back of Dean’s car.

Having made that decision I went back to eating. As I did I couldn’t help looking around me. I was really sitting out in front of Burger Hut stark naked. It was probably about eight thirty now so it was pretty dark out. There were plenty of street lights to brighten up everything though. A car or two zoomed by now and then but nobody stopped, honked or even seemed to notice me.

Well, I am sitting very quietly with my legs together. What if I spread them? Slowly my knees separated and
eventually spread as wide as the bench seats would allow. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. Of course it was underneath the table but there was no denying that I was sitting out in public spread like a centerfold.

Before I could think about what I was doing I snuck my right hand between my legs. I was wet and my clit poked out its little pink head. I pressed my hand along the length of my pussy and looked around. How is it that no one had seen me? Dean was still whacking off, burger guy wasn’t in his little window and there weren’t even any cars at the moment. I guess that’s what eight thirty on a Sunday night looks like in front of Burger Hut.

Could I really do this? It usually takes me a while to come when I masturbate but I’ve never tried it outside before. I giggled to myself quietly as I leaned back. Then I  slipped two fingers of my left hand inside me while I rubbed my clit with two fingers of my right hand.

God, it felt good but I needed to come fast. Looking around again really quickly I decided that I had to pull out all the stops. I took the fingers of my left hand out of me and slipped my thumb inside me. Then, I reached down even farther and pressed my slippery fingers against my butt hole.

Nobody knew that I liked to have my butt hole played with, not even Dean. It was my secret little turn on that I didn’t have the courage to tell anyone about. It had certainly done the trick though. I felt the orgasm coming quickly.

I leaned back just a bit more and came. The strong ripples of pleasure tore through my body as I clamped my mouth shut and curled over the top of the table in hopes of keeping my orgasm as quiet and unnoticeable as possible.

When it was over I laid my head on the table next to my burger and panted. A little smile spread across my lips as I thought about what I’d just done. After I caught my breath I sat up happily and looked around.

I felt so good. Grabbing a handful of napkins I cleaned myself up and the seat under me. I should have been embarrassed but I just giggled as I wiped away the wet spot from the plastic bench. Then, not wanting to leave a wad of napkins that smelled like sex on the table I got up and almost danced over to the nearest garbage can to throw them away. After I tossed the napkins I spun around and then held my arms up to the night.

“Having fun,” Dean asked from behind me.

 I turned around to see him as he smiled at me. For a second I wondered how long he’d been out of the bathroom. Did he catch me masturbating? Then, I suddenly didn’t care. What did it matter?

“An absolute blast if you really want to know. You should join me. It feels great,” I said all smiles.

“No thanks, I’m not much of a dancer,” Dean said his eyes all over my body.

“I meant get naked,” I said laughing.

“Nooooo way,” he said firmly, “that’s your thing not mine. I’ll just finish my burger and force myself to watch you.”

“Oh yeah,” I said rolling my eyes, “like that’ll be such a horrible thing for you.”

“Yep,” he said sitting down at the table, “but I’m willing to do it for the sake of our friendship.”

“You’re so good to me,” I said as I moved around just to feel the night air against my naked body.

After a minute or two I felt a little silly. I’m not much of a dancer myself and it felt like I had just put on a show for Dean. So I sat back down at the table and picked up what was left of my burger and polished it off. Dean looked at me a little strange so I asked, “What?”

“I am sort of seeing someone.”

“Huh,” I asked wondering where that came from. “What exactly does sort of mean?”

“Well, we haven’t gone on an actual date yet but we have been hanging out and flirting a lot.”

“Dean, you just don’t understand women,” I said flatly.  Then I thought for a second, shook my head and said, “Oh fuck, Dean, you just don’t
understand women.”

“OK, OK, I got it the first time,” he said with an annoyed look on his face.

“No Dean, you really don’t get it. You’re out in public with your naked ex-girlfriend. By tomorrow morning the entire town is gonna know,” I said as I looked at him like he was an idiot.

Dean’s jaw almost hit the ground.

“Where is she right now,” I asked thinking over his options.

“Um, at a party on the beach.”

“You blew her, and a beach party, off to see me? You’re gonna get the coldest shoulder of your life next time you see her,” I said shaking my head.

“When your Mom called-”

“Never mind. Take me home and, no that won’t work she’ll find out later and it’ll probably only be worse,” I said and then paused to think a minute. “The way I see it you’ve got one shot, and it’s a long one.”

“What is it,” he asked ready for the worst.

“Take me to the party right now and hope she likes you enough to let you try to explain.”

“You’re serious,” he asked like I was crazy.

“If she finds out about me afterwards you’re toast, but, if we walk in together and I tell her about Blanke Schande and the fight with my Mom,” I said with a shrug, “there’s a chance she’ll believe that we aren’t fooling around.”

“You really want to walk into a party naked,” he asked doubtfully.

“The school suggests that we experiment with nudity before we show up on campus. I didn’t have a lot time to do that in Paris. I guess I’m making up for that tonight,” I said with a shrug.

“Joanie, are you sure,” he asked concerned.

“I’ll be fine,” I said with a brave smile.


We hopped in the car and raced over to the beach. Thankfully, we didn’t have far to go and there were almost no cars on the road. When we got there I didn’t see that many cars parked in the area so I hoped that meant it was a small party. Just before we got out of the car I said, “Make sure you introduce me as your ex.”

“Yeah, OK,” Dean said with a sigh.

Then, I took a deep breath and got out of the car. The parking lot was right off the beach so I didn’t have to walk more than a few steps on the rough gravel before I got to the soft sand.

I could see where we were headed. A little off to our left and halfway down the beach was a small fire with less than ten people crowded around it. I sighed in relief. This looked more like some friends hanging out then a party. I hopped that would make this easier.

As we got closer to the fire I saw that there were five people, three girls and two guys. They all looked to be around our age. The guys were wearing baggy surfer shorts. The girls were wearing bikinis. Two of the three girls were wearing sexy but fairly normal bikinis. The third girl looked like she was naked at first glance. Her bikini was nothing more than tiny triangles held up by spaghetti strings. Maybe she wouldn’t be to hard on me.

When we got up to the small group they all turned to look at us. I watched their faces as we stepped into the fire light. The guys all smiled. Two of the girls were stunned and the third was all smiles until she looked from Dean to me. Then, her face scrunched up and she didn’t look happy at all.

“I didn’t know you were bringing someone,” she said to Dean.

“I didn’t, I’m not, I mean, I did but she not,” Dean took a deep breath and then said, “Ann, this is my ex, Joan.”

Ann gave me a forced smile that seemed to say, the first moment I get you alone I’m going to rip your tits off and stuff them down your throat. Everyone else was stone silent. Then, with an angry look back at Dean she said, “Are you sure she’s your ex?”

“Ann, she’s leaving town for school tomorrow. She got into this huge fight with her mother and I didn’t want you to find out about her being, naked and all, from someone else,” Dean said apologetically.

“And why, exactly, is she naked?”

“Because I’m leaving for school tomorrow,” I said trying to defend myself.

“What the hell does that have to do with being naked,” Ann asked like she was ready to punch someone in the face.

Just then the woman wearing the micro bikini looked at me and her mouth dropped open.

“Holy shit,” she said with a stunned expression, “you’re going to Blanke Schande aren’t you?”

Now it was my turn to be shocked for a change.

“You, know about BSC,” I asked amazed.

“I, uh, applied there myself, and got in,” she said looking down at the sand, “but I chickened out.”

“What are you talking about,” Ann asked turning her anger on her friend.

“It’s a college, a really good one, except the women go, naked,” Ann’s friend said with an embarrassed look.

One of the guys gave her a stunned look but he didn’t say anything.

“You’re serious,” Ann asked her friend.

“Yeah, it’s for real.”

“So why isn’t your naked ass there instead of here, with Dean,” Ann asked me obviously a little hurt.

“I was in Paris for a summer course and I just got back today. I’m leaving for school tomorrow but when my mom found out about BSC she had a
huge melt down. We had a nasty fight and I walked out of the house, like this,” I said holding out my arms. “Dean was the only person I knew who was around, so...”

Ann’s face softened a little but she still looked unsure.

“I don’t know,” Ann said doubtfully, “smells kinda fishy to me.”

“OK,” I said without thinking, “don’t tell a naked woman something smells fishy. You’re bound to piss her off.”

It must have been the tension or something but one of the guys started laughing. Then, the other one started to crack up. When one of them fell over laughing even Ann cracked a smile. That seemed to relieve the tension and the other two women laughed. Dean looked at Ann and asked, “Are we OK?”

“Maybe, if you’re extremely good, I’ll let you find a way to make it up to me,” Ann said with a smile.

“But I didn’t–” Dean said before I cut him off.

“Quit while you’re behind Dean,” I said with an elbow to his side.

Ann laughed and while I didn’t think we’d ever be best friends any time soon it looked like we’d get along well enough for the night.

“Dean go over there and kiss her or something you dope,” I whispered under my breath.

“Oh, right,” Dean said with a stupid smile.

Dean walked over to Ann and the two of them wandered off to talk. That left me naked and alone with four complete strangers. I smiled awkwardly and did the only thing I could think of. I walked over to the girl in the micro bikini and introduced myself.

“Hi, I’m Joan,” I said awkwardly.

“Hey, I’m Denise,” she said with a nod of her head.

“I’m Lou and this is Benny and his girlfriend Rene,” one of the guys said as he jumped in and pointed out the other couple.

Benny and Rene nodded at me but didn’t say much else.

“Don’t mind him,” Denise said rolling her eyes, “he’s just my drooling boyfriend.”

“It’s OK,” I said smiling, “I guess I should get used to it.”

“Not from my boyfriend you shouldn’t,” she said as she shoved him hard.

“Sorry,” he said with an apologetic look.

“I gotta ask, you said you chickened out of going to Blanke Schande but you’re standing here practically naked. I don’t get it,” I asked her
confused.

“Yeah, you were going to go away to school and didn’t even tell me,” Lou asked her a little pissed off.

“It’s all your fault,” she said as she blamed Lou. “You’re the one who turned me into an exhibitionist.”

“Yeah, but you like it,” he said as she smiled and pulled her to him for a kiss.

I saw his hands go to the little bows that held the bottom of her suit together.

She stopped him and said, “Not my bottoms, not yet anway.”

“I’m sure Joan would like some naked company. Wouldn’t you Joan,” Lou asked me.

“Only if she’ll tell me why she’ll do it here and not at school,” I asked confused.

Denise turned around so that she faced Benny, Rene and I with her back to Lou.

“The truth of the matter is when Lou first stripped me in front of our friends I was horribly embarrassed. Then when I saw no one minded I got,
kinda, turned on by it. I love prancing around naked while everyone else was dressed, it’s really exciting. That’s when I did some research on the Internet about exhibitionism and found Blanke Schande. I got so turned on by the idea of walking around naked all the time that I sent in an application. After I was accepted I realized that not only would that mean I’d have to leave Lou, which I don’t want to do, but that he wouldn’t be around to strip me,” Denise said as she looked at Lou over her shoulder and smiled.

Lou of course took that as a hint and worked on the knot that held her top together. “What I really like is the rush I get when I feel Lou undressing me wherever he wants. Being naked in places I’m not supposed to be is what I get off on. Yeah, it’s embarrassing but always a turn on.”

Almost on cue Lou had the knot on the back of Denise’s suit undone and lifted the top over her head. Denise grabbed both her tits, squeezed them and then let them go with a little bounce.
“I love the sea air on my tits,” Denise said with a smile. Then she looked at Rene and asked, “Remember the last time I wound up naked on the beach?”

Rene turned her head and blushed but we could all see was the little smile on her face.

“That was awesome,” Lou said with a dopey smile.

Benny smiled and said, “It was very cool.”

“What happened,” I asked Denise.

“Well,” she started to say.

“Denise,” Rene said looking at her pleadingly.

“It’s OK Rene,” Denise said in a soothing tone of voice, “she’s standing here naked about to go to a school for naked girls. I doubt she’s going to judge us.”
  
I looked at Rene and said, “I won’t but you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want.”

“I guess it’s OK,” Rene said reluctantly but as Denise started talking she hid her face in Benny’s neck.

“I had been naked all night and got so horny that I just jumped Lou. After a few minutes he said he wanted to do me from behind. I thought that
was weird since that isn’t one of our usual positions but I was so hot I didn’t care. I hadn’t even thought about Benny and Rene until I rolled over on my tummy, got up on my knees and found myself face to face with Rene as Benny did her from behind.”

Rene peeked out from Benny’s neck and looked at Denise as she  continued, “I tried to move back but Lou was already behind and, inside me.
The two of us just looked into each other’seyes as the guys did us from behind. Then we, just started making out. It was the most amazing
experience of my life.”

Denise wasn’t looking at me anymore. She looked at Rene who had come out of hiding and was looking right back at her.

“You don’t think I’m a lesbo freak or something,” Rene asked Denise with a worried look.

“You’re kidding right,” Denise asked her as if she was crazy.

Rene shook her head no.

“Honey, you could never be any kind of freak to me,” Denise said sincerely.

“How long ago did this happen,” I asked.

“Oh, about a month ago,” Denise asked Rene.

Rene shook her head yes.

“And you haven’t talked about it since it happened,” I asked.

“Well,” Denise said, “Ann started bringing Dean around and while it was clear they were interested in each other they hadn’t hooked up yet so
I’ve been keeping my clothes on. I didn’t want to scare him off or give him the wrong idea and ruin things for Ann.”

“I think it happened the night Ann met Dean. That’s why she wasn’t around that night,” Rene said quietly.
“Yeah, that sounds about right,” Denise said thinking. Then she looked over in the direction Ann and Dean had wandered off in and said, “And since the two of them have finally gotten together and Dean brought you there’s no reason to hold back anymore.”

We all looked over at Ann and Dean to see them making out pretty heavily.

“I said, there’s no reason to hold back anymore,” Denise said repeating herself a little louder and looking over her shoulder at Lou.

“Huh? Oh,” Lou said as he smiled and reached down for the ties on Denise’s bottoms.

I looked back just in time to see Lou pull the tiny bit of fabric off of Denise and stuff them in the pocket of his baggy swim suit. Denise looked
at Rene and after a moment or two the girls smiled at each other.

“Why don’t we, go for a swim,” Denise suggested.

 Rene and the guys agreed but I felt like I had intruded so  I said, “I’m OK, you guys go a head though.”

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