Chapter 52

Walking hand in hand with John gave me a warm feeling. I liked the closeness to him while I was walking naked through the forest. It made me wonder how many other girls would have done this in their lives with their boy- or girlfriend. And maybe some boys who also did this. I’m sure there had to be boys out there with the same urges as I have.

“So,” John suddenly said. “We never talked about this. I know you’re in college, but what are you studying?”

“I’m doing business and marketing,” I answered. “I have never been sure about what I wanted to do, but that interested me the most.”

“Any particular reason?”

I shrugged and answered, “To be honest. When I thought about what I could do for the rest of my life, I thought an office job interested me the most. And it’s also something my grandmother has done for many years. Whenever I heard her talk about her work and the people at her office, I thought it was something I could also feel good about doing. And it also still gives me many options. It’s not that I could only do one particular job; there are many different office jobs out there.”

“You don’t have anything specific in mind then?”

“Not really,” I said. “Well, normally, at the beginning of next year, I will intern with a real estate office in the city. I will be mostly doing paperwork for them, and during the last two weeks, I will also get an opportunity to do every step of selling a house.”

“Is it something you would like to do in the future?”

“Yes, I think so. I may have a wrong image of it, but I wanted to do this internship. I want to see if it is like how I imagine it is to be a realtor.

“And what do you imagine that it is like?”

I looked at John and smiled, “Have you ever seen those shows on TV about realtors?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“I watched a few of them in the past. What fascinated me was how they discovered the history of some of those houses and their preparations to sell them. But I liked the most how happy those buyers were when they bought a house. That’s something I would like to do: help people find their dream house.”

“You do know that people often don’t find that one particular house that they have in mind but often need to settle with a house that is as close to what they want.”

“I know,” I told John. “But I will try my best to find them the home they want and hope I can make them happy.”

“Well, I hope you will find joy in doing that!” John responded.

I smiled at him and asked, “So, what about you?”

“I’m thinking about taking an IT course. As you already know, I like building websites, but I would like to increase my skill level in creating device software.”

“How did you start with this?”

“I got my first computer when I was eight, and from the start, I wasn’t too enthusiastic about only playing games or doing my homework on it. So, I started learning how to program. At first, it was just one of those easy languages. However, at a certain point, a friend asked me if I could build him a website for his hobby. So, I bought some courses about it and started to build his website. It took me a couple of months, but eventually, I managed to build the website he had in mind. From there, I kept on making websites for myself and other friends and eventually built some more professional websites for some girls I knew that wanted to do some more adult stuff on the internet to earn an income.”

“So, those adult websites are for girls you already knew?” I asked, a little surprised.

He smiled at me and asked, “So, nobody told you about my dad?”

“Your dad? No!”

His smile grew, and he said, “My dad has a few striptease clubs.”

“So, those girls were his employees?”

He stopped walking, looked at me, and asked, “You don’t look surprised or upset!?”

“Should I be?”

“No, of course not. But most girls that I told about this suddenly were less interested in me or even looked upset about my dad having strip clubs.”

I smiled at him and said, “You also don’t seem to be bothered by the fact that I’m going to be naked all the time on the Internet!”

“Well, no. Why should I?”

Again, I smiled at him and said, “So? Why would I be upset that your dad has a few strip clubs? In this way, he provides a safe space for those girls to earn a living. Sure, they are getting naked on stage for some strangers. But I’m also running around naked right now. Any minute now, someone could walk around the corner and see me in all my glory. Are you upset about that?”

“No, of course not!”

“Well, I’m not upset about your dad owning a few strip clubs. We are all adults, and this isn’t a taboo for a long time now.”

I noticed a smile on his face and knew he would say something I hadn’t thought about.

“It’s just. Most of the girls I talked to about this were upset because they thought I was hanging out at those strip clubs all the time.”

“And did you?”

He chuckled and returned the question by asking, “Wouldn’t you?”

I thought about it for a moment, giggled, and said, “I think if my dad had a few strip clubs, I would probably already have been on stage doing a striptease myself.”

His reaction surprised me because he pulled me closer and kissed me. When we unlocked our lips, he whispered, “Do you want to do this, maybe?”

I looked him in his eyes, thought about it, and eventually answered, “I don’t know. Now that I’m thinking about it. I would probably like to try it, but I sure wouldn’t make it my career.”

He surprised me by saying, “Anita, I love ... how you think!”

I stuck my tongue out at him for teasing me because I thought he would say he loved me, although I already knew he loved me.

“So, you wouldn’t mind me doing a thing like that?”

“Of course not. You are a free woman and can do whatever you want.”

“Wouldn’t you be jealous?”

“No,” he answered. “Are you going to be jealous when I talk with some of those girls I build a website for or strippers I know?”

“I won’t,” I told him. I felt slightly upset because I suddenly remembered something I had thought about earlier.

“What is it?” he asked.

“It’s just something ... I thought about earlier.”

“Okay, what?”

“With my condition. It’s possible that I ... well ... that I will be having sex with strangers.”

“Hmm, I see,” he said, but he didn’t look upset.

I felt like I had to explain myself and added, “You see. I have a feeling that if someone would just bluntly ask me to have sex with them, I probably would do it. I’m afraid I’ll hurt you when this happens.”

He pulled me closer to his body and said, “Look, this is why it often didn’t work out with other girls with me.”

“Because you get jealous?” I asked, sounding shocked.

“No, because they got jealous whenever I talked with other girls. Especially those strippers because most of those women are as gorgeous as you are!”

“Good, safe!” I told him with a giggle.

He just smiled at me and said, “I’m not joking. You’re as beautiful, or even more, than many of them. But that’s not the point I was making. Only the fact that I would probably be talking with those women or even be around them in a more private setting made most of the girls I liked before run away. That’s one of the reasons I haven’t been looking for another girl, except for a short fling with Nele, in a while.”

“Okay,” I said while thinking. “So ... I think ... No, I feel that I wouldn’t have a problem with that. In fact, I don’t even think I would have a problem with it even if you would have sex with any of them because I know I will probably also be having sex with others ... sometimes.”

I was surprised that he pulled me even closer to his body, after which he said, “Don’t worry about it. I have seen you having sex in the club the other day. And ... I wasn’t feeling jealous. Well, that’s not all of it. At that moment, I wished I would have been able to join in on the fun.”

“You mean...?”

“Yes, I’m sure I wouldn’t have any problem with it. In fact, I was turned on when I saw you having sex with that guy. It’s ... one of my kinks ... I guess.”

I pulled his face closer to mine and gave him a searing kiss.

“What was that for?” he asked, sounding slightly out of breath.

“I love you even more now!” I told him.

He chuckled and then said, “So! What we just have agreed upon is that we will probably be girl- and boyfriend ... soon, but that we will leave each other enough room to have sex with others?”

I bit my lower lip, looked him in the eyes, and answered, “I think we did!”

“Okay, that’s cool with me!” he said.

“Really?”

“Really!”

“Fuck!” I happily cried out.

“Here?”

“What?”

“Fuck! Right here!”

I giggled and said, “I didn’t mean that!”

“Shit!” he said, “I wouldn’t mind trying it in a forest or anywhere else in public someday.”

I looked around me. We are alone, after all, so would it be that bad?

“You’re really thinking about it! Aren’t you?” he asked.

“Well, if you want to?”

He shook his head and said, “Not today. But maybe someday. Okay?”

“Okay!” I responded, suddenly feeling a little sad that we weren’t going to have sex right now.

“Come, let’s walk on,” John said. “We still have some way to go.”

During the rest of our walk, he had his arm around my back, and we walked side to side. I loved feeling his clothes and warm body against mine. I had never thought about this, but now that I was doing it, I think it felt very nice. Even when completely naked, I felt very safe walking next to him.

Another nice thing was that the forest had dried enough, so the paths we were walking on weren’t slippery or muddy anymore.

When we were almost ready to turn back into the path leading to the back of Nicole’s home. I noticed something.

“Hmm, a second. I need to go,” I told John.

“To go?”

I smiled and explained, “I need to pee.”

“Oh, okay. Well, you know what to do,” John said, smiling.

“Yeah, I know,” I responded, rolling my eyes at him.

And so, I went off track, but not too far. I was about to squat when John said, “Turn around so I can watch.”

I turned around, smiled at him, and squatted down. I spread my knees apart and made sure he had a nice view of my pussy. And then, I let go. I pushed as hard as I could so a powerful, steady stream came out of my urethra.

I was a little surprised when I noticed how John licked his lips while staring at me peeing. His shorts were tented even more than during our walk. It seemed that looking at me while I was peeing turned him on.

I pushed out a few final short spurts at the end before standing up.

When I got up, I was surprised when John offered me his handkerchief.

“Are you sure?” I asked him.

“Can’t let you walk in with urine droplets sticking to your pussy,” he explained.

And so I wiped my pussy with it, and after I returned it to him, he just put it back in the pocket of his shorts. Well, at least he doesn’t feel disgusted about my bodily fluids, I thought.

I carefully ensured I didn’t step in the area I had pied on, and then we walked together to the back of Nicole’s house.