Chapter 4

At the start of the fall semester, I met an incredibly cool young woman. Very soon, we were spending almost all of our spare time together, and then some! Carla was super sweet and sexy, a brunette with shoulder-length hair and a slim and trim body with just a little extra in the hips and buns department. She had a great smile and a crystalline, infectious laugh. She was also the most erotic and sex-hungry woman I've ever met. Even now, about eight years after our break-up, Carla is still tops on my list when it comes to insatiable and daredevil women.

I have always had a pretty high sex drive and with Carla, it simply grew out of control for a while. The girl simply didn't know the meaning of the word "no." We were at each other's bodies constantly - at motels, which put nasty dents on our paltry budgets, at those great hot tub/spa rental places that you used to be able to find and lease by the hour (do such places even exist anymore? I'm not talking whorehouses, but great private rooms with low lighting, music, their own hot-tub and shower, etc). When circumstances allowed and both of Carla's parents were away for a part of the day or weekend, we would take advantage of her bedroom at home. And of course, there was my bedroom. Eventually, our love sessions led to another phase in my home exhibitionism, and Carla became a most willing accomplice.

As time passed, I seriously thought about getting my own place and inviting Carla to go halfers on an apartment with me or contribute what she could to the monthly expenses. I finally decided to wait a few more months, to be on the safe side, but already it seemed like a silly idea. I knew we'd be okay living together. After all, it wasn't just great sex that attracted us to each other. Carla and I liked the same movies, some of the same music, a lot of the same foods. I pleasure read more than she did, but that didn't seem like a big issue. We certainly were off to a fine start.

There was no mistake that Carla and I found a sexual equal in each other. We were constantly pushing each other to the limit. Initially, I was very leery of messing around with Carla when ANYONE was at home, but as with my nudity in the presence of my mother, I started to get a heightened sexual charge from fooling around with Carla when my mother was also in the house. We began to have more frequent steamy lovemaking sessions in my bedroom. We kept the door closed, of course, but I started getting louder and louder, much to Carla's initial dismay and near panic. I told her to lighten up, that we were just doing what came naturally, but she was a bit taken aback by my cavalier attitude for quite some time. Ever so slowly, she began to take a more permissive, carefree attitude about our at-home sex play. Actually, I could tell that as the days progressed, Carla began to enjoy the risk-taking almost as much as I got into it.

After a few weeks of our loud lovemaking, I felt the need to push the envelope yet again to get a more powerful erotic charge out of our antics. One day, we had an especially intense rutting session in which I banged into Carla repeatedly from behind as she backed up against me, on the bed, on all fours. It was a session that left us drenched with sweat, our bodies drained of energy and in much need of re-energizing.

Carla slipped into one of my T-shirts. On her cute figure, it came down just past her butt and fit her like a ridiculously short mini-skirt. She made a quick bathroom jaunt to freshen up, then I did the same, but I didn't bother to put anything on when I went into the hallway.

"Tony!" Carla hissed. "Your mother might be around!"

"She's home, alright. I think she's up front, watching TV."

"But what if she comes down the hall?"

I shrugged, then grabbed my penis (still thick and long from our recent session) close to the balls and wagged it up and down a few times. "Hi, Mommy," I said then I winked at Carla. She was laughing her head off as I headed to the bathroom. Once there, I used it, cleaned myself up a bit, then - still totally naked - I returned to my bedroom.

Carla was still giggling on the bed, shaking her head at me. "You perverted daredevil!"

"Let's go get something to drink," I said, and then stepped back into the hallway.

"You're not going out to the main part of the house like that, are you?"

"Like I said earlier, Carla, my dad's away for the weekend and my sister's over at her friend's house for the night."

"But your mom --"

"My mom is used to seeing me like this," I said.

Carla's eyes grew so round I thought they'd pop out of their sockets.

"You have GOT to be kidding!"

"Not at all," I grinned.

"You mean she saw you nude when you were a baby, right?"

"Right," I smiled, "and many days of the week since then, up through a few days ago and including this morning."

Carla gave me her sideways, cut-the-bullshit stare.

"Why don't you just walk to the kitchen with me and see for yourself?"

My girlfriend's smirk turned into a mischievous smile. "I think I will!"

Hand in hand, we strolled down the hallway and into the living room, heading for the kitchen. I remember my heart pounding in my chest as we walked and I literally felt dizzy with excitement. (Have you experienced the high of taking your exhibitionism to greater extremes? This is the incredible rush I was feeling at this moment.) At the hallway, rather than cutting toward the kitchen, I strolled into the living room.

Mom was in her favorite large plush chair. I looked at her and then at Carla and then shot a quick glance down at my nude body and time seemed to have stopped for a moment and the scene seemed nothing less than surreal. Thankfully, Mom broke the ice by flashing us both a wide smile. She seemed completely unaffected by my nudity and had decided to play right along!

"Hi, guys!" she said.

"How's it going, Mom?"

"Pretty good; Now that I'm off work," I said.

She uncoiled her bare legs from the couch and stretched them before her. I watched her flex her pretty toes.

"Been home long?" I pretended we hadn't heard her come in (maybe Carla really hadn't, but I had heard some noises in the houses while we were playing in my bedroom).

"Not that long," she said. "Grab something cool! It looks like you both need it!"

No doubt about it. Carla was in wide-eyed shock at the sight of my walking around completely naked in full view of my mother. She tried very hard to act casual about the situation, but I could see red rising in her cheeks and a laugh threatening to spill out of the corners of her mouth.

The dizzying head rush that I had savored during this latest act of exposure began to subside in me, but I still marveled over how far things had progressed in the past few months: from my being nude in my room, to being nude in front of my mother around the house, to jokes laced with sexual innuendo, and now this: showing off in front of my mother, with someone else -- my own girlfriend -- present!