Chapter 17: Pine View Resort

In a few minutes, they were back with a washcloth and Drew used it to clean up Connor’s groin.

“Let me show you how to tie your pareo, Connor,” Jennifer told him. “You’re soft—um, well, half-soft, anyway. Maybe you’ll fit, not sure. You can try putting your suit on now.”

He tried and his cock poked the suit front out obscenely. He pulled it up, but now the entire crown was showing above the waistband.

“You know? Maybe I’ll just skip the suit and just wear the pareo. Do they do that?”

“Actually that’s exactly how the thing is worn. Commando. There are ways to tie one to keep the package from flopping around but I’m not sure how to do that one. I just know two ways.”

She wrapped the garment firmly around Connor’s hips with a third on one side of his body and the two-thirds on the other. Then she tucked the shorter end of the fabric into the waist of the material at his hip and rolled an inch or two into a tight tuck. Then she took the long free end to his hip and gathered it into folds there to hang down at his side. Then she rolled the fabric at his hips over four times to secure everything tightly. Then she grinned at him and pushed the garment’s waist down so it sat just above his pubic hair.

“All done; how’s it feel? Tight enough okay?”

“Um, sure. Feels okay, like it won’t slip, I guess.”

“Try to jump and twist and see.”

He did and reported that the pareo was secure.

“Drew, wanna get out the other bikini now?” Jennifer asked.

“Hell, maybe I’ll skip the top and just wear the bottoms,” she replied.

Connor’s eyes nearly bugged out and she giggled at him.

“Hey, if you can go commando, I can go braless. Like how often do I wear a bra anyway?”

Jennifer looked at her. “Drew, you said you were in an A-cup but you look bigger than that, I think.”

“They’re still growing; itch all the time. Last bra I got was an A but it’s almost too small now. So maybe I’m almost a B-cup. You’re what, in a C? You’ve got an almost hourglass figure, you know.”

“Got a wide chest so I think that makes the boobs seem smaller. I’m a D but on the small side. I’m lucky to have the small waist and that gives the hourglass look. Okay, Drew, you tied that pareo right, so we’re ready to go. Grab your towels. I’ve got a beach bag with sunscreen and some water bottles. Take sunglasses if you want. All the teens hang out at the pool so we’ll check there. It’s almost 11 so Wilma and Sherrill should be here. Their parents will be out tomorrow.”

Jennifer walked to the cabin door with the others and as she opened it for them to pass through, Connor hesitated for a second and opened his mouth to speak.

She laughed. “You were about to ask if I forgot something, like my clothes?” she giggled again. “Hey, nudist resort, hello?”

Connor just shook his head and preceded her out the door.

It feels kinda strange, Connor thought as he walked along with the others. This very light, sheer fabric lets the breeze circulate under this skirt thing. Is this what wearing a kilt is like? It’s almost erotic, this feeling of freedom.

Drew was having similar thoughts. She liked the feeling of the very light and soft fabric rubbing and tickling her nipples, and movement of the air trapped under the pareo felt sensual.

I wonder what it would be like without the bottoms on, she mused. Hell, I wonder what it’s like for Jen, being totally naked. Wow, just look at everyone—not a stitch of clothing anywhere, and nobody’s even staring at anyone. This is so different from what I saw in school.

“Drew, this is amazing,” Connor broke into her thoughts. “All these naked people. Just standing around chatting; groups walking over there; a bunch of youngsters over on the swings, boys and girls, and everything looks totally normal. But no one’s wearing anything.”

“You see now what I was telling you both,” Jennifer broke in. “It is totally normal. Wooo, you’re both here with me!”

She did a little jig, hopping up and down in glee.

“Oh, I’m so happy you came! This is so awesome I can’t stand it!”

She threw her arms around Drew and kissed her, then turned to Connor shyly. “Can I...?”

He held out his arms in invitation and Jennifer ran to him and they kissed.

“You guys are just the best. I knew it when we first met and you kissed me then, Connor. I feel so close to you both. Oh, look, there’s Wilma coming in the other gate!”

She called and waved; Wilma saw her and waved back; then she pumped her arm in celebration when she saw Connor and Drew. Then she turned and called to someone behind her. Sherrill appeared then, and there were two boys with her—they were Danny and Art, the cousins’ boyfriends. All four were nude. Wilma and Sherrill ran around the pool and wrapped Jennifer in enthusiastic embraces.

Sherrill looked at Connor, standing there bare-chested and wearing only a brief pareo tied like a short kilt and cocked at his hip.

“Holy fuck,” she breathed. “Conan, totally! Can you lose the pareo so I can see it all?”

Connor smiled. “Sorry, not ready for that yet. Okay?”

Wilma looked over at him and gave him a thumb’s up; she was talking to Drew. The two boys walked up now; their walk around the pool had been taken in a far more sedate manner than the girls’ trip. They were re-introduced to the others and the guys couldn’t keep their eyes off Connor.

“Hey there,” Connor said, looking at them both. “Your GFs finally got you to come out here?”

“Yeah, sure,” Danny shrugged. “If we hafta be naked walking around school, might as well get used to it. What’s with the sarong?”

“I guess I don’t have your confidence,” Connor told him. “I’d rather stay covered up—for now.”

“But next fall...” he started to object.

“A big secret. Drew and I have a solid federal religious exemption. We saw that all of our PA school records were transferred to Glen Burnie High, and the exemption declaration statement was there too. Drew and I have certain moral beliefs about public nudity.”

“So why did you guys come here, then? To a nudist place?” Art asked.

“To support you guys and the Project. Drew recalled the idea and made the suggestion, plus we both have first-hand experience. We were in two schools running the Program and this would be the third—we want to help others so they don’t get traumatized like we saw happen to a number of kids who couldn’t deal with the physical and psychological pressures.”

“That’s dope, bro,” Danny nodded. “Damn, your bod is fuckin’ awesome, you know? How’d you get so swol? And Drew is one sweet-looking gal. You two tight?”

“We are. And I won’t humblebrag now, but I wasn’t trying to get beefed up to look like I do; I just was trying to get strong to beat off all the bullies in the neighborhood where I grew up.”

“Well, your body shows you did something right ... yeah, honey?” Danny asked Wilma, who had called to him.

“I said, ‘Wanna hop in the pool now?’”

“Um, sure. With Art and Sherrill?”

“Yeah. Need to grab a shower first, you know.”

“You gonna come too?” Danny asked Connor.

“I see Drew grabbing a lounge chair, so I’m gonna go sit with her.”

Connor went over to Drew and sat on a chair beside her as they watched the others showering.

“Crap, the showers are all in the open like that,” Drew observed. “It’ll be tough to get myself to do that if I ever do decide to strip off. Um, how do you feel about this morning’s little sexing?”

“Fuck, that BJ was just rad ... y’know what that tease Jen did? Stuck her finger up my ass and I just totally blew.”

“Oooo, she did? Yeah, Jen told me how she’s honed her oral techniques by practicing them lots. Especially here, where she told me that access is so much easier.”

“Huh. So much for nudism not being sexual.”

“Ah, she said it’s as sexual as clothed life, sweetheart. Only that here, there aren’t any clothes in the way. But everything’s gotta be totally lowkey; absolutely do nothing out in the open. So what do you think of Sherrill and Wilma naked?”

“Not fishing for compliments? They can’t hold your candle, lover. Yeah, nice figures and all, and they’re loads of fun too. But not my type. You’re my only type.”

“Sweet. I noticed that both boys have foreskins and that Danny’s is really long. It looks strange; like his cock comes to a point. But compared to the other boys whose cocks I’ve seen, theirs look so small. Like Jerry’s, remember?”

Connor laughed. “Guy’s cocks are sensitive to temperature, sweetie. When it’s cool, like today, we shrink a little and...”

Just then, Wilma and Danny stopped at their chairs, wet from their showers.

“Sure you don’t want a dip?” Wilma asked and Drew shook her head.

“I’m fine, Wilma. You guys have fun.”

“Okay, doll, bio lesson. Notice Danny’s dick?” Connor asked after they walked away.

“Funny. Yeah. Bigger.”

“Warm water. You know what goose bumps are?”

“Sure, when you get cold or frightened.”

“There are tiny muscles in the skin that contract with cold temps; it’s an involuntary reaction. Pulls up the hairs on the skin making it bumpy. Okay, in the cock, when it’s cold, its artery muscles close down a bit to allow blood flow to go to keep the body core warm. So the cock shrinks a bit. Cocks tend to be shorter in the winter because of that.”

“You’re a walking anatomy reference, Connor. How do you ... Oh sure, your body-building reading, right?”

“Sure. I read lots of stuff about physiology to understand how to get strong. I wanted to know the reasons why certain exercises were best for each muscle group.”

“We need to decide about sleeping...” Drew started but got interrupted by a hand on her shoulder; she and Connor looked up.

It was Eva, and Frantz was standing behind her grinning. They were both nude, of course.

“Hey, kids, how come you’re not in the water?” she asked. “Look at all the teens in there now.”

“Not ready for that yet, Eva,” Drew said. “I need to convince my body that there’s no danger in being nude. My mind knows but my body doesn’t.”

Frantz sat down on an adjacent chair.

“That’s exactly right, Drew,” he told her. “That’s the basis for how phobias affect a person, and calling it a phobia doesn’t imply a mental illness at all. Virtually everyone has a phobia of some kind at some level of discomfort. Like fear of speaking to an audience—that’s a common phobia. In your case, you were naked when you got attacked in the shower, so your body associates that nudity with danger. Since you don’t experience any difficulty being nude with other girls, it’s virtually certain that your phobia’s limited to uncontrolled situations, like here at the park. Or in that school naked program. And yes, your body needs to learn, not mentally, but sensorially, that your nudity isn’t dangerous.

“Shrinks help people overcome phobias by teaching a coping technique. It’s called CBT, or cognitive behavioral therapy. For something like getting over fear of being nude, a kind of CBT called exposure therapy is used, and this therapy helps people, in a structured way, to face the situations which cause them difficulties. It seems to me that you’ve embarked on your own version of exposure therapy here. A kind of desensitizing, if you will. By taking small steps with no ill effects, your body learns that there’s no danger. So keep up what you’re doing. You might be surprised at how well you can adapt, because you’re young still and can adapt easier than older folk.”

“Thanks, Frantz. That does reassure me a bit. Somehow giving my reluctance a name makes it seem less intimidating.”

“Great. The important thing is to have fun here. We wanted to tell you guys that we’re having dinner with the Robbins at the restaurant at 5:30, so let the others know too. Okay?”

“Sure. Does that include their friends, Danny and Art?”

“It does. We’re their adult sponsors this weekend.”

“Cool. We’ll see you then.”

They walked away, waving to Jennifer and the others as they went out the pool gate.

Drew smiled at Connor. “Damn, I hope that I look as good when I get to be their age.”

“I guess the Martin family’s got good genes. “Eva, Michael, Jen, my dad too ... Jen showed me their family photo album. Lots of good lookers there.”

“And Connor. The best of the bunch. Hey, we were gonna decide about the sleeping arrangements. So that there’s no pressure on you, my vote is sure, let’s ask Jen to sleep with us. But you can veto that if you’ll be uncomfortable.”

“If you’re good with it, I’m good. Give any thought about what we’re gonna tell the kids who come tomorrow? Sounds like we’re gonna be the main attraction.”

“Connor, one thing bothers me. If I don’t get naked myself, I’ll be a hypocrite, won’t I?”

“How ‘bout this? Can you turn the non-nudity thing around? Instead of saying that you’re uncomfortable or afraid, which would defeat the idea of the Project, tell everyone how you mobilized an entire region to oppose the Program. So highlight that plus side. You can’t get naked ‘cause it’s a biblical imperative and conflicts with your beliefs. Second, you mobilized the clergy of the entire south-central PA region to have the church kids resist. Third, you organized the others ... the unbelievers...” they both chuckled at that “ ... to resist by getting our lawyer to warn the principal never to try force-stripping anyone. Hell, the result was that you created an entire frikkin’ army like Emma did—no, make that two armies—except that one of your armies went on a frikkin’ crusade and got not one, but high schools in sixteen frikkin’ districts to honor the religious exemption and the other stopped school officials from forcibly stripping kids. Isn’t that a more powerful message than apologizing for why you don’t shed threads?”

Drew flew into Connor’s arms and wrapped him in a powerful hug and a passionate kiss.

“Oh, how I simply love you! That’s absolutely so perfect and it’s a very powerful message too. I’m not modest about showing off what I can do—you know that. I hate false modesty. But yeah, if I say that as one single girl, working all by herself at first, mobilized the kids in a big chunk of a big state to either resist or totally avoid the Program, just think of what several hundred kids could do in a single school.”

“Right on! There you go. If your ... ah, Frantz called it a phobia ... gets better, whether it’s in a month or in a year, by taking that aggressive approach, no one would question your motivation.”

“Whose motivations are being questioned?”

That was Sherrill; she was standing in front of their loungers, dripping water. She grabbed a towel and turned to watch Jennifer as she came out of the pool with a boy following her

She came over and introduced him as Tony, who went to Annapolis High.

“Tony’s been coming here as long as I have,” she told Drew and Connor, “and no, he hasn’t been picked for the Program yet.”

They grabbed towels.

Then Wilma and the guys approached, stripping water off their bodies with their hands.

Connor was mesmerized by the sight of all the girls’ breasts jiggling as they moved around, toweling off. And when they raised their arms to dry their hair...

Fuck. I could become a nudist convert real quick, if I saw that every day, he thought. As long as I can keep my cock under control, no, oh shit, here it goes...

Sherrill noticed the growing bulge and her eyes got huge.

“Connor? Shit, looks like you’re hung. Like Randy from your school? Are you like that?”

“I thought that erections were a no-no in these places. Hey, how do you keep them from popping all the time? You seem to be the erection expert here,” he joked as he winked at her.

“Let me consult the erection committee on that. Girls,” she beckoned to Jennifer and Wilma, “Connor has an erection question.”

Damn, she’s quick. Turned my trying to tweak her into her nailing me.

Drew was watching and giggling into her hand.

“This I gotta see,” Art announced and he, Danny, and Tony came over too.

Connor grimaced and then decided, the hell with it.

“Yeah, I do. So many naked gals and so many are serving gorgeous, like you three are. So how does a guy keep from popping a boner whenever he turns around? Art and Dan? This is your first time, right? How are you guys doin’ it?”

Danny grunted, “I asked Wilma the same thing. She told me that everyone needs to carry a towel to sit on and if I get hard, to just cover it.”

“Or jump in the pool,” Art added. “Yeah, I’m having a hard ti ... oops...”

Everyone laughed.

“Difficult time keeping soft. Sherrill told me that if I come and behave...”

Sherrill grabbed his arm and told him, “State secrets! Don’t blab.”

Laughter again.

“That’s nice. Doing favors for friends is admirable, Sherrill,” Drew chuckled. Hey, now that we solved the mystery of the forever reappearing erection...” That elicited more laughter “ ... Connor thought of what I should tell the horde tomorrow to motivate them. It’s my motivations that we don’t want to discuss.”

Drew told them what she and Connor had discussed and the others gave their rousing approval.