Chapter 13

One Friday night, Cam got us all to go to a club. Yes, I double-dated with my parents. It turns out our bracelets gave us VIP treatment. We were a hit at the club and got free drinks. The other girls at the club had to strip off, too, simply to keep their dates’ attention on them. It was awesome to watch all the girls getting naked on the dance floor.

At the seniors’ café, my mom volunteered to waitress naked, which practically turned Carlo into a bumbling fool. My mom actually got Kylie to go naked, and it nearly made Carlo’s head explode. Regarding Cliff? Mom and I took turns cleaning his house. Sometimes his friends showed up. Other times I was alone with Cliff. And yes, I let him have a taste now and again.

As for Mr. Bradley, Cam, and his LARPing buddies, I continued to go to their monthly meetings. Mr. Bradley really liked that I’d had orgasms in the medieval contraption he set up for Cam and his nerdy friends to grope and tickle me. Honestly, I never let on to Cam really how much I enjoyed being strapped in and his friends caressing every inch of me. But most of all, I appreciated when Mr. Bradley touched me, so I was really there for him.

One night he whispered in my ear that he would like to do a private session with me. How could I refuse? He had me go to his house on the night agreed on, and I knocked on the door. I was met with a hot woman; all dressed in leather with boots, who had a whip in her hand. I was taken aback because I was expecting Mr. Bradley. She licked her lips and motioned for me to come in. I nervously followed her naked to a room that was set up as a dungeon. Then I see Mr. Bradley decked out in leather, anxiously waiting for me. His wife opened the door and now grabbed me and locked me into one of his devices. Oh my, I have never climaxed that much in my life; what Mr. Bradley and his wife did drove me into the stars!

At the next LARPing event, Mr. Bradley had brought his wife. He thanked me for the other night and for breaking the ice with his wife. Mr. Bradley had dressed his wife up in some chain mail outfit and a mask to hide her face. For once, I was not the center of attention, and I could see Mr. Bradley was getting off having some of his former students and other boys touching his wife. I whispered in his wife’s ear, “So, how are you enjoying all of this?” She whispered back, “I wish I had done this a long time ago. Thank you!” I guess I did launch something to make these nerdy kids happy.

On my first day at Blanke Schande, I knew that Mr. Louis was not there but was pleasantly surprised by Mrs. Wild, who replaced him. Wow, was she tall! And her breasts were big and perky. I guessed she was in her early 30’s. Her raven hair almost came down to her lower back, which kind of accented her ass. I felt inadequate and less pretty around Mrs. Wild, but she put me at ease right away by hugging me and then running her hand down my cheek and neck to my breast while kissing me on the forehead. I felt at home again at Blanke Schande, and sometimes mom would come up to visit me. And yes, she would put on a show for the students.

Then that fateful day, when I was organizing a naked pride parade, I saw her—the young Cathy on the sidelines in the crowd that was only there to watch. I walked straight over to her and asked her to join the parade. She was hesitant at first, so I grabbed her hand and walked over to the rest of us. I introduced her and then asked if she was ready. She simply nodded her head as I began to strip her. As I took off her bra, I purposely ran both my hands over her breasts. I could not help myself, but I compared the old her to the young her. The older version was no different, besides slightly saggy breasts, a dimpled ass, some wrinkles, and greying hair.

When she was finally naked, I hugged her and kissed her on the cheeks, and she reciprocated. We held hands during the parade, and my mom was having lots of fun dancing away to the music that was playing. For some reason, other people in the crowd began to strip off and join the parade. It bolstered my resolve to promote nudism and started passing out more of the bracelets Mr. Louis had given me. The young Cathy and I stayed together the entire parade. I asked her to come home with me, and she said, “Yes.” My brothers were all smiles that they had a naked girl that was not their sister to look at. It was funny watching them drool over her, and Cathy seemed to relish in the attention.