Chapter 9: Cedarcrest

The drive into Cedarcrest was fairly uneventful until they hit the outskirts of this unique precinct of greater Los Angeles. If Blanke Schande College was one thing then Cedarcrest was another - completely!

The first thing that greeted the eyes of George, Beverly, Susan and Jack was an elderly man ambling along the side of the road with his walking stick. The guess was that he would have been on the thin side of eighty and for an octogenarian he didn’t look too bad at all. That conclusion was reached by everyone in the car due to the fact that the gentleman in question was completely naked. All he was wearing was a pair of flip-flops on his feet and he was out for an afternoon stroll with his sinewy body in the lovely warm Californian sunshine. Also, not only was he very well toned for an eighty year old he was also incredibly well endowed.

It was impossible not to notice the splendor of the equipment dangling down between his legs. One could not but help observing how thick and solid his swaying penis was. That penis was crowned off with a very meaty looking knob that could have served as a battering ram when erect. Behind that powerful looking cock was a set of swinging balls that hung proudly down below the level of the man’s meaty knob.

The elderly gentlemen looked up and waved as the car drove passed. Everyone waved back with Jack and George giving little low whistles that the two women in the car knew immediately as expressions of admiration for the man’s ‘package’.

As the car pressed on towards the center of Cedarcrest they started seeing more and more naked people just as Katrina Bartell had described. The range was all ages, male and female, and all shapes and sizes. Jack was guessing that the percentage of nudists was more like sixty to seventy percent and not the mere fifty percent they had been quoted at BSC.

“May be that percentage fluctuates with the weather” said Susan. “Nudity is completely voluntary here not like it is for the girls at Blanke Schande College and you don’t have to register as a Lifestyle Nudist like you do everywhere else. If someone wants to go naked on a sunny day then they can. If it gets cold then they can dress up accordingly. I think it is a much better way to do things. Why should you have to register your desire to not wear clothes? Why can’t people just choose on the day? Anyway, that’s my little speech done.”

“I think you are right there, Susan” said Susan’s mother. “I would much prefer it if people could be naked one day and not the next if they so desired. Why should you have all your clothes taken off you tomorrow because you have registered as a Nudist? I guess they have their reasons but it still seems just a bit heavy handed to me. And that is my speech done.”

After driving a few more blocks George pulled the car into a shopping mall.

“Come on, everyone” he said to the others. “Let’s get something to eat. Then I’m going to head home. I think we’ve all seen enough today.”

Everyone agreed and everyone was looking forward to some food and a chance to stretch their legs again before heading back to Altadena on the other side of LA.

“So, Jack” said Jack’s father, “ ... are you ready to be a Lifestyle Nudist? She’s all on tomorrow ... all your clothes ... all your clothes taken away ... all your clothes taken away for a WHOLE week. A little nudie boy for seven days, and a little nudie girl too.”

George looked at Susan who was starting to turn red.

“Leave her alone, dear” snapped Beverly. “I think she’s nervous enough about the whole thing without you making it worse.”

George apologized to his step-daughter giving her a big hug then said, “You are my special little girl and I will love you always no matter what Lifestyle you choose or don’t choose. Same for you, Jack. I’ll always be there for you buddy, no matter what!”

Everyone looked at each other and smiled then proceeded into the mall to find some refreshments.

The mall was a very busy and interesting place. It was just full of clothed and unclothed people of all descriptions. What made it just so interesting was the way all the naked people interacted with all the clothed people so easily, as if there was no difference. Naked females walked arm in arm with fully clothed males - the breasts and butts of the girls swinging along happily like it was all the most natural thing on Earth - which it probably was. Naked males with cocks and balls bouncing around all over the place walked beside fully clothed females and no one looked the least bit uncomfortable about it all. Of course there were also plenty of other couples and groups that were either all fully clothed or all totally naked and again in this place it all looked just so ‘normal’!