Chapter 49: With Lorelei and Sandra

The morning after the confrontation with Clarissa’s parents, Jared was having breakfast with his girlfriend, his mother (Lorelei), and her wife (Sandra). The side of his face where he had been slugged was turning all kinds of painful-looking colors.

“Son, you really don’t look good; you should have Sandra look you over. I see you’re eating the scrambled eggs, but you aren’t touching the toast. Is that because your teeth hurt?”

He nodded.

“I’m not surprised. Sweetie, should I pick up four or five pills for him at the pharmacy?”

“Yeah, exactly, just enough to get him through the next couple of days without risking addiction. I’ll give you the script to use this morning. Clarissa, Lore’s going to pick up some clothes for you. You need to give her your sizes for just a couple of outfits to wear when you’re out. That’s until we can figure out how to safely get your stuff.”

“Lorelei, Sandra, I don’t know what to say. You’re being so nice, making room for me and all.”

“I hope you still think so after we talk about our household. This kind of all goes back to Peter. You see, he was raised in a nudist family. Not long after we got married, he introduced me to that life. I very quickly adapted to being naked all the time at home, including when Jared was growing up.

“After that, when I started living with Sandra, I convinced her to live naked with me as well. It turned out that she was just as attracted to me as Peter was. Well, is, I guess. And, as you know, he’s got the Baileys and Carolina’s teens out there nude in the pool too.”

Clarissa looked uncomfortable. “I’m trying to get my mind around all of this. I know that the young kids, the ones under 12, are always dressed, and nobody is naked around THEM. Lorelei, you’re not telling me, well, when Jared was young like that—”

“As far as I know he wasn’t touched by anyone until he was 15 or so.”

“He must have gotten hard-ons, though. Right?”

“Well, sure, but you just move on. It will be different when you’re here. I know, this is a lot. Here, take this card and write down your sizes. Good, thanks. Wait, what about bra size?”

“Don’t wear them. Horrible things. If my shirt is scratchy, I just put band aids on my nipples.”

“Oh, I see we have a volunteer. I’ll buy a box of those, then, for Jared to apply as needed. I’ll be back in a couple hours, then. Bye, Jared, Clarissa, Sweetie.”