Chapter 3: Exercises

“I asked those gym questions for a reason. Let’s go burn some calories. Come with me this way to the big meadow; it’s about fifty yards.”

She put on her zoris (Japanese sandals, a.k.a. flip flops) and left Curtis stunned. It took him a while to collect himself and follow her.

At the meadow, a huge tree provided a shade and a clear space for the two of them. “This will be our practice area, Curtis. I want you to take off your shoes, socks, and pants.”

Consternation.

“Anja, I already told you, I’m not getting naked today!”

We’ll see about that.

“Chill, you still have underwear on, let’s just call them gym shorts. You can’t move around freely in long pants.”

Reluctantly, Curtis disrobed down to his plain white cotton briefs.

Oh, the white underwear against his black skin—it’s blinding! Nice bulge, though. Let’s get him sweating.

“OK, warming up, let’s start with some squats.”

After fifteen minutes, Anja stopped the exercises.

“OK, good job. You just spent a quarter hour working out in front of a naked woman. But there’s nothing going on downstairs; you’re fine. We’re going to do 15 more minutes now, this time without those tightie-whities. They look totally ridiculous on you anyway.

He’s reluctant, but why? There’s nobody but me around.

“Hurry up! Jumping-jacks!”

After 15 more minutes when Anja next called a halt, their joints were loose, but they were not terribly tired. His conditioning matched his musculature; he could have exercised more without strain, and she was just as aerobically fit.

“Thanks for the little workout, Curtis. I was making a point, though. Not once in the whole half-hour did you get an erection. Even with the cute naked girl bouncing, jumping, and thrusting almost in your face. This was non-sexual nudity.

“I want you to feel comfortable when you visit my house and play with my equipment. That is, Onni’s exercise equipment, down in our basement. You will be fine, no embarrassment, because you will be busy. Just like today. Just like in the mixed gym. Just like someday in an open shower room.

“You can be in naked situations, and Junior down there will behave himself. Do we understand each other?”

“Yes, Anja. It’s all as you say. I’ll put my clothes back on now.”

WHAT? I’m at my wits’ end. WHY?

“YOU WILL NOT! I’m taking your clothes and going back to our log.”

I grabbed my breast and shook it at him.

“Have you forgotten her already?”

Anja grabbed his clothing and stalked off. Curtis followed, sheepishly. He had to. Otherwise, he would be returning naked to his family’s campsite.