Chapter 1

It was the anticipation that was killing me. In four days I was going to be the legal age to have sex, actual penetrating penis in vagina sex. These last few days of my girlhood were agonizing.

Mom and Dad had decided that we needed a family vacation. My sister Melissa was of in model school, and already working as a runway model. I think I was the only one who knew she had ambitions of being more than that. When she had a little money saved she was going to start design classes and learn to design the clothes she was wearing at the moment.

My sister and I were so completely different it was hard to believe we had the same parents. Melissa was tall and skinny. She was that perfect androgynous look the designers liked, ; I was shorter and had curves. Glory be, even at 14 I had more curves than my sister. Now given Mom and Dad's social activities there were always questions. Fortunately Melissa looked almost exactly like Grandma Jean at that age (we had pictures to prove it). Still, when your Mom and Dad have social sex, you wonder.

I was the hope they had. Mom and Dad were swingers. That meant they engaged in recreational sex, often with multiple partners in one evening. That didn't mean I'd come home from school and find them in bed with someone. They only partied on certain evenings, and almost always at The Ranch.

Texas has lots of ranches, but they don't mean what most people think. When the average person pictures a ranch they see dusty buildings, lots of cattle, andpeople on horseback herding them. In Texas a ranch might be devoted to cattle, or something else. Within 100 miles of us there was a ranch for ballet, one for gymnastics that produced about half of our gOlympic gymnastics team, and one that was an artistic retreat. The acreage was valuable for privacy. When you're struggling to become a great artist, having that privacy is invaluable. Nothing, I'm told, kills the artisitic impulse so much as interrip[topms, sales calls, and the like.

Ours didn't have a name, but it was devoted to sex. Not openly, officially we were a nudist resort, but in practice.

Nudity as a recreational lifestyle had been around for some time. In our part of the world it got a big boost after World War 2. Despite what people thought, there wasn't much scandalous to it. Picture a typical hotel vacation destination: you have a pool, you have lawns for sports such as softball, hoseshoes, and the like. That was a typical nudist ranch, with everyone naked. There certainly wasn't the hanky-panky people expected. You had people of all ages from toddlers barely walking all the way up through the elderly, and all sorts of different races. The only thing in common was the bare flesh.

People equate nudity with sex. If it hadn't been for that attitude in the 19502, and some of the leftovers from the Victorian era, perhaps we'd have a healthier attitude aboput sex.

People who attended a nudist group soon learned that the fantasy—rampant and open sexual activities—and the reality were far apart. If anything, nudists are more prudish than people in the clothed world. You will see couples holding hands, but that's about it. If anything more happened, it occurred in private. You looked, you saw (and after a while you generally ignored), but you didn't touch. Kids were always supervised very closely. The only time a girl could escape her mother's stern eye was if she was with a group of other girls her age or so, and you were out in the open.

At our ranch that wasn't the case. Sometime in the early 60s things began to change. The sex became a little more obvious. Thgose who disapproved moved to other ranches, and those who looked for this came to ours. In the past this hadn't been so much a problem because of the attitudes and the lack of really good birth control. Oh, sure, women had diaphragms and men had condoms, but the birth control pill made casual, spur-of-the-moment sex possible. The other methods require intent and preparation. That changed everything.

One of the big social no-nos in the world of nude recreation was the male erection. Guys can't help it. They see an attractive, sexy woman, and a little part in their brain stiffens out tgheir dick in preparation. The same thing happens with women, but it isn't as noticeable when the inside of yoru pussy moistens and grows red. Some guys think a girl's nipples stiffen when she's "ready". Sorry to disabuse them, but sometimes they stiffen up for no apparent reason. I was in a library in town recently, studying lace patterns for a term paper for class, and was suddenly aware that my nips were all pointy. I could feel them pressing against my bra, and when I looked down, there were two lumps on the front of my blouse. The air conditioning hadn't kicked on, there wasn't an attractive male within sight, it was just my nips growing erect. There wasn't much I could do about them, either. They'd go down presently.

At a nudist resort a guy is expected to "do something". This means roll over onto his stomach, or hop in a pool while covering the offending member with his hand, or going inside to either take care of matters (cold water helps) until the problem goes away.

At our ranch an erection was just a matter of course. The difference was that they were a lot more common than in other places we visited, and there was usually someone around to "help". In most cases some girl would jack him off in a friendly way, or if she was feeling in the mood, she might suck him off instead. Nobody thought anything of it, and just because you'd stroked a guy to completion didn't mean you were going with him, or anything much.

Now this occurs to any guy who's reached puberty. We don't really even call it sex. You're lending a helping hand, literally, and if you get a handful of come, and you didn't want to lick it up, then the guy had a problem.

Sometime in the late 60s or early 70s someone took it a bit farther. Her name was Rosa, she was from Southern California, and when a guy lyting near her got a stiffy, she masturbated as she rubbed him. When she thought she was ready she mounted up and rode him to completion. Then she went back to the book she was reading just as if nothing had happened.

By the end of the 70s seeing something like that was fairly common. That's when someone realized there could be problems. Nude resorts were tolerated by the Child Protective Service types because kids were kept on short, tight leashes. If that changed, though, it could shut down every nudist establishment in the state. Something had to be done. Rules had to be put in place. And they were.

First, there were some areas where there was no sex. That included the pool and recreation areas. If you needed to get some you sought out a little privacy (not much). Second, there were "no go" areas for those who were underage. This was where the adults didn't need all that much privacy for sex. This included something like 80% of the ranch. When you had the number of acres we had, that wasn't a problem. Third, someone took us kids in hand and began giving us an education, one that we weren't getting anywhere else. The law, it seemed, had interpretations.

We began going to the ranch when I was barely out of diapers. Melissa liked the sunning, so she never strayed far from the pool. I undertand that to this day she has absolutely no problem with nude photos, if you like girls with skinny hips and flat butts and chests. I had a curvier bottom and a bigger bosom at 14 than she does at 22. But she has virtually no tan lines, and is very accepting of the idea that she can pose naked for a camera. This has tremendously improved her market potential, but that's another story.

We were all involved in a form of home schooling until we hit about 8 or 9. Between the nudist magazines that were common around the ranch, the TV channels we could get (yes, there iare TV shows where nudity is so common as to escape any mention) and the like, they actually had to have a class on wearing clothes.

We all started 5^th Grade in the local school district. There was some comment, of course, from the other kids about those of us from the ranch, but not as much as you might think. We tended to be a bit conservative (though not in our politics), we stuck together, and we didn't have tanlines. The latter might be peculiar, but girls look at each other, they comment about each other, and they don't tell the boys. It's considered impolite to stare, but you certainly see plenty in the locker room. Barbed comments were tossed out, but there was a lot of grop pressure to not say anything, and with girls that group pressure is a powerful force.

There are girls in a locker room who show off. They've got bigger boobs, or hair where other girls haven't grown any yet, and theymake sure everyone sees. Most girls, though, are taught to cover up. As a friend of mine who eventually came out to the ranch for the nudity put it, "cover up, cover up, cover up, that's all you hear." Heaven help the girl who showed too much. Somehow it was expected that the girls who were at the ranch would be that way. I think there were some people disappointed that we didn't spread our legs and lean back, showing off our "girl parts" to anyone who bothered to look. Instead we were casual about the nudity after a shwor. So you're naked, so what? Were all girls here, we've all got the same basic parts. If you want to see someone naked, go home, undress, and stand in front of a mirror. Until then, mind your own business. That was soon the common themse.