It really never felt different. I just grew up that way. Oh, I knew that not everyone went away to a nude resort during the summer. And, of course, I wore clothes to school and when I went out. Of course. But it really didn't seem all that different. After all, my parents had friends who were also naturists. They would come over or we would go to their house and take our clothes off. No big deal, really. I never thought much about it.

We lived in California and there were a great many places you could go that were nudist or clothing-optional. I just never thought much about it. I mean growing up, it was comfortable and I even had some of my Mother's friends admire my 'little dickie, ' as they called it.

It was when I went from ten to eleven, then on to twelve years old, that my 'little dickie' began to give me away. When I was around an attractive woman or a girl near my age or older, I was like any other boy, I got erections.

And when I was around girls who were fifteen, sixteen, eighteen, twenty, oh, I had to carry a towel with me, ready to drop down over my embarrassing condition.

All those golden, tanned bodies. I was a boy, after all. Quite a normal boy.

We often went to resorts with one or two other families, one had no children, the other had Sarah, who was a year older than me, fourteen. They had moved up to Northern California two years ago, so now we really only saw each other during the summer.

Sarah and I had played together growing up, swimming, hiking, cycling, camping out, just all of the normal kid things and we always had a nice time together.

I had just come down to the beach for a swim, having just arrived a few hours before and I saw Sarah out in the water. She waved and I dove in and swam out to her.

"Hi, Will, isn't the water nice?"

"Oh, perfect, just right, not so hot, just right."

We swam around a bit then headed for shore. I got there first and began to walk out of the water when I turned and looked back.

Unbelievable. Simply unbelievable. Sarah was stunning.

I'd seen some Playboy magazines, she was the equal of the girls in Playboy. Almost as tall as me, her breasts were full, round, topped with brown nipples. A slim waist, sexy hips, slender arms and legs, perfectly tan all over, of course. And, between her legs, a pretty covering of curly, light brown hair.

I simply had to quickly wade back out into the water before I literally stood out.

She waded over to me and threw her arms around me and kissed me while she pulled me tight to her.

She pulled back a bit and said, "Um, Will, maybe we better stay in the water a while. Until, you, uh, you know, um, get less excited."

I know my face was red, she was smiling, it really didn't seem to faze her at all.

"Would you like me to bring you a towel, you know, to kind of cover yourself with?"

"Um, yeah, maybe you better. There's quite a few people and, well, I, um, yeah, a towel would be nice. Thanks, Sarah, you're the best."

She waded out again and tossed me the towel and asked, "Was that because of me, Will?"

"Uh, well, Sarah, you've kind of changed some since last summer, I mean, well, you have."

"Oh, Will, I've changed quite a bit from last summer. I intend to show you just how much. Now, let's get out of the water. Keep your towel ready," and we began wading ashore.

As we walked into the woods along a trail we knew well, we started catching up on our lives.

"So, any girlfriends, Will? Making out big time?"

"Nah, not really, I've dated a few girls. None knew we were naturist or anything, I don't tell them for fear that they'd freak out."

"Oh, yeah, me, too. Well, there was one boy I went with, we got pretty serious, you know, traveling around the 'bases.' I told him one night, well, we were kind of naked, you know, and I asked him if he wanted to go nude when he was at my house. That kind of freaked him out but he did it. It was funny in a way. He just could never stay soft. I had to keep slapping his dick, not hard, just to calm him down."

"So, you've done more than me, I think."

"Maybe, but you can always catch up, Will," and she took off running ahead, then stopped and bent over facing away from me, then bending down and looking back at me from underneath her legs.

I had my towel firmly in place in front of me as I walked toward her looking at her bent over, her butt toward me, the pretty lips of her pussy gleaming back at me. I couldn't believe how much Sarah had changed, how bold she had become.

She took off again, as I neared her, then, like before, she stopped and bent down presenting me again with her pussy peeking out from between her thighs.

As I caught up with her, she leaned into me, the back of her hand brushing against my cock and whispered in my ear, "If you can catch me, Will, you can fuck me," and took off running.

I ran after her, now caring little about trying to hide behind the towel, running, my cock bobbing back and forth, she's up ahead, laughing, going deeper and deeper into the woods. I was slowly gaining on her when, suddenly, she stopped and turned toward me and held her arms out and I ran right up into them, our lips pressed together along with all our nakedness touching so tightly.

"Well, Will, you caught me. I guess you'll just have to fuck me. You won't mind, will you?"

"Mind, oh, look at my dick."

"Yes, I have. And it looks very nice. I have plans for it, Will. Your towel isn't very big, but it'll have to do," and she spread it out and sat down and patted the spot right next to her.

"Have you done it before, Will?"

"No, not really. But, like any guy, I guess, I want to."

"With me?"

"Oh, Sarah, just look at you. What guy wouldn't? Of course, I would."

"Well, I want you to, Will. I'm on the pill, so there's no worry about that. You know what goes where, right?"

"I think so, you really mean it. You want to do it?"

"Do I have to beg you, Will, I've wanted you to fuck me for almost three years. Ever since I first wanted to do this," and she reached out and put her fingers around my dick, squeezed it gently and began rubbing it up and down.

"And when did you first want to do that?" I asked.

"When you were ten. I was awful, wasn't I? Here's what else I wanted to do," and she bent over and I felt her lips surround my cock and then, the most incredible sensation of my life. Oh, it was so wonderful. Her butt was up in the air near my shoulder and I ran my finger down along the slit between her legs.

Sarah moaned when I did that and moved her knees apart as I rubbed up and down. She was wet along her opening and I moved my finger inside her and she moaned some more.

"Oh, Sarah, you're gonna make me cum doing that," and she lifted off, said, "Good," and went back down sucking me.

I leaned over and wiped my tongue up and down her slit and she lifted her leg up over me and straddled me with her pussy right over my face.

Sixty-nine, my first sixty-nine. Sarah's pussy slowly lowered down until it just touched my face, then I began licking and tonguing her as she pressed down even more. This was the first time I've ever been sucked off but I'll bet anything that Sarah had done it before, a lot, I bet. She was really good and just did it so naturally.

I reached up and rubbed my fingers across the slit in her pussy, it was wet with her sex juices which I rubbed all around her pussy lips, then pulled them apart and licked up inside. I got an immediate moan for my efforts and knew then that this was something girls would just love.

I was learning that one of my favorite places on earth is between a girl's legs, an experience that I would repeat over and over with Sarah.