Part 123: Surf City

Day 74: Thursday, November 28

Chapter 1

Back at the beach, once Alan and Glory got back to where they had left their clothes and things, Glory asked, "So, my adorable young man, what should we do now? I was thinking I could do a little more surfing, but that's not all we have time for. I figure we still have an hour left before it gets too cold and windy to run around naked."

"Speaking of which," Alan said, "we're both overdressed for a nude beach, wouldn't you say?"

"I would." She started to take her clothes off. "And there's a randy not-so-little fellow around here somewhere who's been overly neglected recently, don't you think?"

Alan laughed as he whipped his shorts off and tossed them onto his towel. "Perhaps. Which one are you talking about? Maybe that one over..." - he looked around to see if there were any other men in sight. But something caught his eye.

Glory prodded, "Over... ?" She looked at him, wondering why he'd paused in mid-sentence and saw that he was staring intently off into the distance. Her eyes followed his.

Instead of seeing any "penises" to joke about, Alan noticed someone walking closer - definitely a female, and an exceptionally curvy one at that. She seemed to be coming right for them. She was making her way over the hot, difficult to traverse soft sand instead of walking on the hard, wet sand at the edge of the water like most people would. But the sun was sinking in the west and the figure was mostly covered in shadow, so Alan could see little more than a silhouette from his angle.

However, there was something about that silhouette that was strangely familiar. Alan had a feeling that this person wasn't a stranger after all. To add to the mystery, the woman seemed to have frozen in her tracks and was staring back towards him.

And then it hit him. Upon closer inspection, there was enough light for Alan to see the woman had long blonde hair, was wearing a bikini, and had two triangular shapes of curly hair hanging down her front. The bikini threw him off at first, but he finally muttered, "Oh shit! It can't be!"

"What?!" Glory asked. She was staring at the figure too, but couldn't figure out who it was.

"Christine! Christine Anderssen, from school!"

"No!" Glory gasped.

"Yes! It has to be!"

"NO!" Realizing that she was naked, Glory flopped down to the ground and tried her best to cover up.

That reminded Alan that he was standing buck naked as well. He also fell down and covered up his crotch.

The figure realized that she had been recognized and one could see from her body language that she was struggling with what to do. She stepped back, then forwards, then back again. Finally, she resumed walking in their direction.

"Fuuucck!" Alan hissed at Glory. "It IS Christine, and she's coming right toward us!"

Glory scrambled for her clothes. "What the hell is she doing here?!"

"Damned if I know! But don't bother with your clothes."

Glory already had her bikini top in hand, but stopped. "What? Why not?"

Knowing that Christine was still too far away to hear them, Alan said, "Obviously she's seen that we're both in our birthday suits. I was standing there with my wang half-hard and flapping in the wind, for crying out loud. And she doesn't appear to have a camera ... I know that she's kind of phobic about nudity. Maybe if we stay like this it'll scare her off sooner rather than later."

Glory asked, "Are you sure that's wise?" She disagreed strongly with his idea. She picked up a small extra towel she'd brought in a bag and held it over her chest, strategically covering her nipples and crotch.

A new thought suddenly came to Glory. She hissed, "We could be in big trouble - my career is at stake! Admit nothing and follow my lead!"

Christine was closing in on them quickly now, and Alan was unable to say anything more than a quiet "okay" without worrying that she might overhear. However, his sense of modesty, not to mention embarrassment, got to him. He was sitting on a towel nearly as tall as he was, but he also had a smaller towel for drying off that was about two feet long and one foot wide. He grabbed that and placed it over his lap.

Unfortunately for Alan's modesty, once Christine got nearer, her whole body suddenly became more visible. And the sight of Christine wearing nothing but a bikini walking towards him got him very erect in a hurry. Admittedly, Christine didn't sashay like the moving orgasm that Suzanne was when she walked, and in fact Christine didn't put any extra oomph into her walk at all. But just seeing her in a bright red bikini was almost more than his overtaxed dick could take.

Glory muttered very quietly as she stared at Christine, "Jesus H, Christ! You see what I'm saying about how I can't compete? Don't tell me you're banging her too!"

Alan whispered back, "No, I'm not. Really! We've kissed a couple of times but that's about it."

Glory was going to ask what kind of kisses, but before she could, Christine got too close.

Christine waved and yelled out, "Alan! Ms. Rhymer! Hi! It's me." The entire way to the beach, Christine had been mulling over the idea of Alan and Glory being romantically involved and she'd worked herself up about it. She found it a chore to smile and act friendly.

Alan and Glory also waved back with a marked lack of enthusiasm. Glory gave a "queen's wave" - the kind where you're almost not sure the hand moved.

And then, mere moments later, Christine was right there, standing less than ten feet from the two of them. But her bikini was so tight that when she thrust her chest forward to preen a little, her fabric rode up the underside of her right breast, forcing her to cover up and tug the fabric back down.

She was frustrated that her big moment was seemingly ruined by a "wardrobe malfunction," but in fact it only excited Alan all the more. Her bikini top was so tight that he was hopeful that at any moment it would fly off altogether.

She quickly got her top back into position and then said, "Well, this is awkward. What are you two doing here?"

Dodging the question, Glory said diplomatically, "Have a seat, Christine."

Christine replied as she sat down next to Alan on his towel, "Good to see you, Ms. Rhymer. And you, Alan." She was all smiles, but she added to herself, THEY'RE PETRIFIED! This is a complete disaster! Why did I come here? Alan's gonna hate me! But jealousy drove her on. She had her own beach outing with Alan a week and a half ago on her mind. She'd been very much looking forward to a second such outing, but now she felt like Glory was somehow "stealing" that from her.

Glory forced a frozen smile too, on the outside. "And same to you, Christine. What a surprise seeing you." She shot Christine's question right back at her, asking, "What brings you here?"

That Alan was sitting there essentially naked with his teacher was an undeniable fact, and Christine would have to be a fool not to conclude that they were intimate. Christine was no fool. She also wasn't foolish when it came to seeing how upset Alan and Glory were by her presence, and why. She was sure that if they thought she would try to blackmail Glory over this, Alan would never speak to her again. She had to set that right immediately.

Christine said, "I'm really sorry for barging in on you like this. Please, I want to assure both of you with all my heart that your secret is safe with me. Obviously, if word got out you'd know exactly who told, so it would be foolish for me to tell anyone." She looked Alan right in the eye. "But aside from that, I won't tell anyone because it would be wrong. It's none of my business, and I shouldn't even be here. Besides that, Alan, I value our friendship highly. You've warned me that it's fun to share gossip but doing so can hurt people in real life. Ms. Rhymer, really, and Alan, I mean it: what you do in your free time is none of my business. I won't tell a soul. I'm sorry for so obviously distressing both of you."

Glory let out a huge sigh of relief. She thought, If there's one person in school I can trust to keep this secret, it's Christine. I never thought I'd be so grateful that she's such a "holier than thou" goody-goody. But still, now she's got this big sword hanging over my neck. I can't afford to piss her off, that's for sure. I want so badly to drop a huge hint or two that she should take a hike, but I'd better keep my mouth shut as much as possible while I sort this out.

Glory said as she clutched her towel tightly, "Seeing how you've caught me naked, I think you can call me Glory."

"Okay ... Glory." The word came strangely to her tongue because Glory had always been just her teacher, Ms. Rhymer. She tugged on her bikini top again as it kept cutting into rather sensitive areas of skin and needed constant readjustment. She consoled herself that at least the bikini bottoms fit reasonably well.

Alan thought denying that he and Glory were having an affair was obviously futile, but went along with Glory's request not to admit anything yet, so he moved the conversation away from the touchy subject. "I'm dying to hear about how you found us here. There's no way this can be pure coincidence, can it? I mean, come on, you'd be just about the last person I'd expect to find on a nude beach, especially since most of the beach is non-nude except for this little section near the end."

Christine thought back to how she'd gotten here. The truth was, when Christine saw Glory sitting in her car in front of Alan's house and decided to follow them, she could guess from the surfboard on the roof of the car that they were going to a beach. She'd been burning with jealousy pretty much from that moment on, since she'd loved her beach outing with Alan a week and a half ago, and she'd been chomping at the bit to go on another beach outing with him. The fact that he was doing anything with his history teacher at all was galling enough, but the fact that it was probably at a beach felt like a slap in the face.

Although Christine had quickly figured out that Glory and Alan were going to a beach, she'd had no idea they were going to a nude beach. There were no signs along the way to forewarn her. It was only when she was walking down the beach and started to see nude people that she began to figure it out. Even then, not everyone she saw was nude - perhaps four out of five were - and she thought that perhaps they were just a few rogue nudists at the most isolated end of a remote beach. It was only when she got to the end of the beach and saw Alan and Glory nude that she fully realized what she'd gotten herself into.

And unfortunately for her, that pretty much ruined her "I just happened to be passing by" excuse that she was planning on using. However, she couldn't tell the truth, even though she was a stickler for honesty, because the truth was so embarrassing that she couldn't even admit it to herself. The reality was, the main reason she'd come was that she was burning with curiosity and jealousy. She had to see with her own eyes what her love interest was doing on the beach with his, and her, teacher from school.

Her sharp-witted mind went through a series of possible excuses and discarded each one. She knew they wouldn't fly. Finally, she settled on an exaggerated version of the truth as she saw it. The reason she'd given herself for seeing Alan was to talk about the football players threat. It seemed extreme to come all the way to the beach just to the talk about that, so she hyped up the danger.

"Alan, the reason I came here is because I had to talk to you right away. It can't wait until tomorrow or even tonight. It's about the football players. I went to your house to talk to you about it, and I saw Glory parked in the car in front. I don't know why, but I kind of froze up. I thought you might think I was going overboard with worries, so I foolishly decided to follow you two and make it look like I just happened to bump into you in a public place."

"So you tailed us the whole way here?!" he asked incredulously.

Christine dropped her head shamefully. "Yes. I know, I was a dope. I figured you two were going to the beach because of the surfboard and that's a good place to wander into strangers. But I didn't know you were going to such a far away beach, much less the nude section of one! I followed you all the way to the parking lot and then realized I'd look like an idiot dressed in regular clothes with no towel or sun block or anything. So I turned around and drove all the way home, got some stuff and drove all the way back. Talk about idiotic, huh? And I did all that just to make it seem like I was casually running into you, and then when I did I realized my whole story wasn't gonna fly. I should have just rung the doorbell at your house and saved myself more than an hour of driving!" She slapped herself on the forehead, which was a very unusual thing for her to do.

Alan and Glory laughed a bit at that, somewhat nervously. Both of them sensed that there had to be more of a reason for Christine's behavior. What she'd done was extremely out of character.

Glory thought, I know what's going on here. There's only one thing that could make an extremely sharp girl like Christine turn into a blithering idiot: she's in love! Damn. Or at the very least, she's in lust. She's probably extremely jealous of Alan being with me and just HAD to know what we were up to. He mentioned something about kissing her at some point, and with Alan being Alan lately, it's a slam dunk that she's head over heels. Plus, I can recognize a fellow gossip addict when I see one. She lets her curiosity get the best of her, just like I do. I just hope he can see through her transparent excuses. This girl is dangerous! It's not that I doubt Alan's love for me, not after everything that's happened today, but I am NOT charitable about sharing when there's only one of him to go around. Hands off, girl!

Chapter 2

Alan said, "Wow, that sounds pretty extreme. But as long as you're here, what's this about the football players?"

So far, everything Christine had said was more or less true, given that she didn't understand her own real motivations. But now she blatantly lied. "I have some new information. It's vague, and I can't reveal the source, but there's a strong chance that the football players are going to launch some kind of attack against you during the football game tomorrow."

The truth was, Christine really was concerned about the possibility of that happening, but all she had to go on was gut instinct. She thought that if she told a white lie, putting a little fear into Alan and making sure that he took some reasonable precautions could only be a good thing, while it also helped her explain why she had to speak to him right away.

Alan looked thoughtful. "Hmmm. that sounds serious." But in fact he wasn't that worried. He figured that the football players would have their hands full getting ready for the game and then playing it. Just because the game put them and the cheerleaders, including Amy and Katherine, into close proximity, was no cause for immediate alarm. There were simply too many people around.

This latest news though gave Alan a new reason for concern, but he decided he'd worry about that later. Right now, he was more interested in staring at Christine's nearly naked body. He'd seen bits of her body exposed here and there, most especially her deep cleavage on their last couple of dates, and he'd seen her in a one-piece bathing suit on their own beach outing. But to see her in an actual form-revealing bikini was almost beyond his wildest hopes. And not only that, but the bikini barely fit her, especially on top. Tit flesh was spilling over everywhere. It looked like her bikini was two sizes too small for her, and that's because it was.

He thought about it. I can't believe Christine's wearing a bikini. Heck, it kind of blows my mind that she even owns one. Now that I think about it, it's pretty remarkable I got to see her in a one-piece bathing suit last time. I've never even heard of anyone seeing her at a beach or a pool, period. She probably avoids those situations because she doesn't like people staring and drooling over her bodacious body more than they already do. Since it's Thanksgiving, it's not like she could have rushed out and bought one, and even if she did, she'd buy one that fits. No, that must be her mother's. I know her mother is pretty stacked, but she doesn't have Christine's huge F-cups. So why would Christine go to all this length to see me on the beach, and do it in her mother's bikini of all things?

He was partially correct in his guess about her choice of bikinis. She did own a couple of bikinis of her own, which she used sometimes when swimming in her family's backyard pool. But she'd chosen to wear her mother's the next time she went to the beach with Alan, correctly figuring that the tight fit would be even more sexually alluring. However, she didn't really want Glory to see her like that!

His mental gears were moving slowly because he was so engrossed in looking at Christine. Between Christine watching where his eyes went and Glory watching him like an eagle ready to dive, he knew he had to be very careful. But his brief glances down from Christine's face were like little slices of heaven.

Long moments passed since he had said "Hmmm, that sounds serious." There already was plenty of tension in the air, and the prolonged silence was making all three of them that much more uncomfortable.

Christine finally decided that he wasn't going to say anything more, and was about to speak. She started to say, "It is."

But then Alan spoke up after all. "I came across a shocking statistic the other day. Did you know that 25 percent of all blonde women are being medicated for one mental disorder or another? Isn't that alarming?"

Both Glory and Christine looked at him like he was an alien that had just landed there on the beach. They were trying to figure out why he was mentioning such a completely irrelevant statistic.

After a well timed pause, he gave the punch line: "That means a shocking 75 perfect go untreated."

Christine clued in, followed right away by Glory. Both of them couldn't help but laugh.

"You jackass," Christine replied. She struck an aggressive pose, and if she was prepared to jump him. "If anyone needs to be medicated for a mental disorder, it's the only non-blonde here!" She aggressively wagged a finger in his face, even as she continued to chuckle.

"You got that right," Glory chimed in, while also still chuckling. "You're the only nutcase here."

Despite their initial confusion and indignation, they both realized what he'd done and were grateful for it. He'd used the fact that they were both blonde to briefly unite them against him, and thus reduce the tension between them. The situation was still awkward, but it had improved considerably.

Christine asked Glory, "Does he pester you with dumb blonde jokes all the time?"

Glory smirked as she replied, "No, thank God. He knows I'd flunk him out if he did. But I've heard that he frequently unleashes his 'sense of humor' on you. You have my full sympathy." She made mocking quote marks in the air as she said "sense of humor." After receiving a grateful grin from Christine, she asked, "But what's this about the football players? I'd like to hear more about that."

Christine replied, "Of course. But before we get into that, can I ask how you two wound up here? Or is that getting too personal?"

Alan turned to Glory to let her know that she should field that one. Since Glory's job was on the line, he didn't want to say something that he shouldn't.

Glory growled, "It is."

He gave her a look that said, "Please behave."

So Glory said testily, "Well, there's no big story here. It doesn't take a rocket scientist given the rumors you've probably heard."

"I've ... heard some things, yes."

"And you probably know that I surf. I finally managed to drag Alan to the beach - I'd been dropping hints for some weeks now. As to why a nude beach, well, the idea was to combine good surfing with a remote locale so we wouldn't be bothered by nosy people who might recognize us."

If looks could kill, the look Glory gave Christine right then would have finished her off. Hands off, you ridiculously busty genius freak! He's MINE! I can tell you have the hots for him. A prudish girl like you isn't going to "just happen" to come to the beach in a bikini, much less one like THAT! I'll admit that you've got the look that he loves, but looks aren't everything. He loves me, and I love him! So take your absurdly perfect body and get out of here!

But Christine was no shrinking violet and her glare back was just as deadly. What kind of teacher are you, Ms. Rhymer? A slut teacher, that's what! And to think that you were one of my favorites until now. Alan's been promising to take me to the beach again for over a week. This should be OUR special time! I've dressed like this for HIM! You don't belong. Get the hell out of here so we can be alone!

Alan had to stifle a laugh. He found the thinly veiled animosity between the two women to be both flattering and slightly amusing. But at the same time he realized he shouldn't laugh because the situation was fraught with danger. He didn't want Glory and Christine to turn into enemies.

Christine blushed and looked down for a moment, then stared Glory in the eye. "I know, I'm sorry. I do have a reputation for being nosy, but I'm trying to be better. I've started to realize that gossip isn't just a game; it involves real lives and real reputations. I have a moral code that I live by and remaining true to that is extremely important to me. If I tell anyone about you two being here today, I'll not only betray both of you, but I'll betray myself. I try to be a good and moral person to help people, not hurt them. I'd have to be an awful, spiteful, selfish, evil person to say a single word."

A half-smile crossed Glory's face. "Yes, we both know someone like that, don't we?"

Christine was confused until she realized Glory was talking about Heather. She smirked and nodded while tugging her far-too-tight bikini top back into place yet again.

Glory nodded back, relaxed, smiled more broadly and continued in a normal voice, "It's pointless to deny what we all know. Yes, Alan and I are an item. And this kind of beach is a place for adventurous, loving couples. Don't worry; I'm not blind. I know that he has other lovers. I'm sure you know about those rumors too, the things Amy has said about sharing, and they're pretty much all true. I know I can't have all of him, but I figure it's better to have him sometimes than not have him at all."

Christine's whole body jerked in surprise as she sat up. Ms. Rhymer knows she's sharing Alan?! And she's okay with that? Wait a minute! What am I thinking? Of course she knows: not only does Amy tell every person she meets that he's her "official boyfriend," but she's blabbed all over the school about him having other lovers too. Wow! What kind of amazing lover could have even his teacher okay with such an arrangement, let alone taking part in it? He must be the best lover on the planet! And I let him get away. Damn! I've just gotta do something about that! If she'd just leave already, I could make my move!

Glory suspected what Christine was thinking, but she finished her statement, "So now you know everything, but I'm sure it's nothing a sharp girl like you couldn't put together anyway, after seeing us like this, plus during lunchtime last Wednesday."

Chapter 3

Christine nodded, lost in thought. Her feelings were very confused. She was still trying to convince herself that she was okay with just remaining platonic with Alan, but seeing him with Glory set her heart aflame. Not only did it stir her competitive instincts, but she had her heart set on spending more time at the beach with just Alan, and she wanted that very badly. However, she was having trouble fully acknowledging her real desires, partly because she didn't know whether she should act on them, and if she did, what she should do exactly.

She'd been trying to avoid looking at their nudity by resolutely staring in Alan's eyes and nowhere else. But she'd turned to look at Glory while she was speaking, and then when Glory said "after seeing us like this," she couldn't help briefly looking down at their naked bodies.

Glory was deliberately sitting in such a way that her legs were covering her pussy, just to be on the safe side in case the towel she was holding fell out of place. Her hips were turned some to achieve this, leaving a side view of almost all of one ass cheek exposed. And the way she held the towel over her chest was extremely precarious; just a couple of inches' movement to the right or left would expose one or both nipples.

Christine realized that, cleverly, Glory was simultaneously being modest by covering up somewhat and also striking a sexy pose to keep Alan's attention. She quite possibly looked even more alluring holding up the towel than if she were completely naked. It made one want to watch and see whether the towel would fall out of place, since even a good gust of wind could lead to interesting exposures.

Her eyes didn't linger on Glory for long though, partly out of embarrassment and partly because she felt no sexual interest in her, but mainly because her eyes went straight to Alan's crotch. True, there was a strategically placed towel covering up the entire area, but he made no attempt to hide the rather ominous bulge there that could only be his erection. His towel poked up just like a mini-teepee.

Christine was hopelessly fascinated by the sight. She wished with all her might for some kind of accident to occur that would cause the towel to slide off. But seeing as that wasn't likely to happen anytime soon, she also made sure to check out his bare chest and legs. He was no muscular Adonis, but his body was filling out quite nicely. Her nipples had already been hard even before she sat down, and she could feel her excitement continuing to grow. She silently cursed the fact that Glory was there too, putting a serious damper on any possibility of seducing him.

Finally, Christine's eyes finished the grand tour and made their way back to Glory's face. Her competitive instincts flared when she saw Glory's look of charitably amused tolerance. She said, "Let me just repeat that I'm not going to tell anything to anyone. You're right that there are rumors about you two floating around already - lots of rumors. So even if I did say something without any proof, all it would do is throw one more wild rumor out there. Ms. Rhymer, I think you're a great teacher - and to do something that might get you fired, well, I just wouldn't do that. Even though I think that a relationship between a student and teacher is just plain wrong."

Glory turned red. "Excuse me?"

"Like I said, what you do is your business. But Ms. Rhymer, I know that you're a good, moral person. I hope you'll realize that you shouldn't abuse your position as his teacher and take advantage of your student. It's not too late to come to your senses. Sorry if I offend, but I have to speak my mind."

Glory got huffy. "Oh you do, do you? Well let me tell you something! He's legally an adult, and what we do-"

He interrupted. "Glory, let it slide please. I don't think anyone is going to change anyone else's mind today." He realized that he needed to tread very carefully to prevent the two women from going at each other's throat. Their animosity was a real problem, but it was also getting him even more aroused, seeing just how much each of them wanted him for themselves.

Glory let out a loud, "Harrumph!" But she actually was thankful for the interruption because she didn't have much of a case to justify her unethical relationship. She was with Alan for emotional reasons, not logical ones.

He realized it would be wise to change the subject, and quickly, so he said, "Besides, we've got more important things to talk about. Christine, since you've come all this way just to talk about it, let's hear some more about this threat. And was it really necessary to flag me down like this? Couldn't it wait for tonight?"

She replied, a bit bashfully, "The thing is, you can be hard to reach. You don't even have your own cell phone, for one thing. And I've got a big Thanksgiving dinner and family commitments coming up. I could get free later in the evening, but what if you're not around? We'd all be screwed! And you need time to talk to Amy and Katherine as well since it concerns them too. They could be targets!"

"Okay, fine. Never mind about that. I know how you think and I know you've got a plan. I'd like to hear it. And Glory, I'm hoping you can help out too. Are you coming to the game?"