IN THE BEGINNING

My sister, Susan, and I were privileged to have been raised from birth in a full time nudist home. Our parents, Benson and Marion, had built our private country dream home where the entire family could be nude all of the time. Our parents were dedicated advocates of family home nudism and, although there was no mandatory nudity rule, nudity was strongly encouraged and we were all nude whenever possible.

Julie, my future wife, and her sister Becky were also raised in a nudist family by their parents, Bill and Mabel. The two families had met at Samagatuma nudist camp when I was eleven and Julie was almost ten. They were moving from the San Bernardino area and were living there temporarily while they found a new home. At their home nudity was required at all times. In fact, both of our homes featured empty tall bookshelf units near the front entry where visitors were expected to undress and neatly stash their clothing while visiting.

Our families hit it off right away and eventually became very close. Our teenage years were spent nude at each others’ homes and at the two local nudist camps, Swallows or Samagatuma. And, unless out in public, we were all always nude.

A FEW RULES

To understand the reasons for some of the events described in this story one has to be aware of the circumstances and behavioral rules and limits that we lived with.

Being nude together all of the time from childhood none of us ever learned to associate nudity with sexuality. A person’s nudity was merely their chosen level of dress. Even if alone, we performed our everyday activities nude with the same level of discretion and decency as those in the textile world. Except for the fact that we were all nude, the home behavior and dynamic for both families was no different than that of any textile familiy. Textile people not used to casual everyday nudity may find it difficult to understand, but we believe that the presence of a nude person is not a prelude or invitation for sexual activity. What creates a sexual situation is the participants’ mutual behavior.

We also believe that erections are a normal bodily function that do not require concealment if treated discretely. Spontaneous erections in a social setting are unintentional and are an involuntary reaction to stimulation outside of the man’s control. An erection is a part of the natural male condition and do not require special attention as long as it was not intentionally stimulated.

Most importantly was our definition of the three types of personal contact: incidental, functional and sexual.

Incidental contact was unplanned or accidental contact that happened while hugging, dancing, physical play, or by simply working in close quarters. Both families belive that this type of contact is largely unavoidable and is always permissible.

Functional contact occurs when applying lotion, grooming, examining or massaging. These types of contact could include handling of any part of the body including the butt, breasts and even the genitals and could occur at any time as long as it was not intended to induce sexual arousal. My family believed that this type of contact should only be conducted under supervision or by licensed professionals. Julie’s family believes that unsupervised functional contact is permissible if done discretely.

Both families believed that sexual contact is only allowable in private by mutually consenting adults. This type of activity is broken down into two categories: “Fooling Around” ( or foreplay ) and Real Sex. Real Sex is any activity that results in intercourse with vaginal penetration or ejaculation.

Fooling Around was considered only a prelude to sex and not Real Sex. It includes, passionate hugging and kissing, petting, caressing or suckling of ones genitals, breasts, and non-penetrating genital to genital contact. The behaviors that often occur when dating teens engage in making out are considered Fooling Around.

Their parents encouraged Becky and Julie to use Fooling Around when dating to assess their partners’ compatibility and mutual suitability. Real Sex was to be avoided. They also made it clear that the girls should use the utmost care when Fooling Around to remain virgins until they had found their intended spouse.

Finally, both families believe that masturbation is a normal, healthy activity. practiced by all males and females. It should be done in private because many often consider it a sexual activity, though not Real Sex. It is a normal and healthy method for younger persons to discover their own bodies. For mature people it helps one to relax, release tension and stress, and can ease a woman’s menstrual cramps. We were all encouraged to use masturbation in prvacy as needed. But to not hesitate to tell our parents if we experienced physical discomfort or injury caused by masturbation.

LIFE GOES ON

Skipping ahead, I started dating Becky soon after I was given my sister’s old car, a 1960 Ford Falcon. It was the beginning of the summer of 1968 and we were both sixteen. Our outings were just friends dates and consisted of going to the local eateries for burgers, the movies, then her house to hang out nude in the den or on the back patio. While we were both nude and sharing intimate kisses we did engage in brief moments of mutual light petting. Nothing more than fondling her breasts and fingers combing each other’s pubic hair. However, after a time Becky developed a crush on another boy at camp and we stopped dating.

In June of 1969 Mabel offered to teach a creative writing class to a group of nudist teens. The class was three hours per day and three days per week for six weeks and was held at her home. As required at her home everyone was nude. Six teens attended, including my sister Susan, Becky, Julie and myself and two other girls from camp. After class we would hang out by their pool for lunch and socializing, getting to know each other better. We would also play swimming pool games, play records, danced, laid out and talked. It was a typical summer afternoon nude teen hang out.

FIRST DATES

One day, after one of our last of our writing classes, now more mature about to turn sixteen, Julie asked me to take her out on dates. I accepted her offer because couldn’t resist this cute girl with a magnetic personality. Like my previous dates with Becky our friends dates featured burgers, movies, and hanging out nude on the back patio to talk quietly. Because of other commitments we only went out every other week or so. These dates were private time between the two of us, separate from our families’ regular dinner and weekly nudist camp get-togethers. Spending more private time with Julie and sharing our inner feelings allowed us better connect and I began to appreciate her as a developing young woman.

As we continued going out that summer, we began to introduce some non-sexual affectionate touching during our dates. That included more hand holding, sitting side by side, cuddling and sharing innocent kisses.

In September we both began concentrating on our schoolwork and our outings became taking Julie to her high school football and basketball games. Our families still visited each other’s homes regularly, but our intimate private time was somewhat reduced.

Julie’s family was hosting my family for a nude dinner on the Friday evening before Memorial Day, 1970. As usual everyone would be nude but, because of unseasonably cool weather, the planned outdoor dinner had to be moved indoors. Her father, Bill, and sister, Becky, were expected back from their appointment after five. Julie asked me to come over early to help her and her mom, Mabel, rearrange dinner preparations from outdoor to indoor dining. The three of us finished setting up the big dinner table when Mabel asked us to peel and boil the potatoes. While we did that she would go to the Kentucky Fried to pick up her order of chicken and coleslaw.

WAITING FOR CHICKEN

We peeled the potatoes and started them to boil in less than ten minutes. Being alone, we went to the den, sat nude next to each other and started talking. Julie confessed that she really missed our private talks and private time together. We shared a little kiss, continued talking and then flirting. As we kissed I felt her fingers combing through my pubic hair, lightly touching the base of my penis. I was surprised because she had never initiated intimate contact like that with me before. I pressed my luck and began fondling her soft but perky breasts. I had admired her beautiful breasts since they had filled out a couple of years before. They were similar to her mother’s only not as big. I had always wanted to give them both a good feel. Now here they were, my hands cupping her breasts and my fingers feeling around her nipples.

Just then we heard Mabel’s car in the driveway. Julie quickly got up and went to the stove to check on the boiling potatoes. I followed her to the kitchen, hoping that the distraction would help my emerging erection quickly wane to an acceptable level. When we heard the door open we both went to help carry in the bags of food.

Mabel walked in with two bags and gave us each one. She looked directly at my erection but said nothing. She asked us to transfer the chicken, gravy, coleslaw and biscuits to serving dishes while she undressed in her room. When Mabel returned she covered the serving dishes with foil and placed them in the oven to remain warm. We put the coleslaw in the refrigerator.

A few minutes later my parents and sister, Susan, arrived, quickly undressed at the entry foyer, and joined us in the den. Bill and Becky arrived just before six and joined us in the den to make plans for the next day’s Memorial Day activities at Swallows. During a quiet moment after dinner Julie asked me to take her to the movies to see the new comedy, “The Out-of-Towners”. From our momentary petting encounter I knew that this was going to be our first serious date.

That brief moment of petting was my first sexual contact with Julie, and my second with the two sisters. On a couple of our dates Becky and I had engaged in light petting. And, two months before, though I was already casually dating Julie, Becky surprised me by given me my first ever blow job.

Over the last couple of years I had briefly touched Julie’s and Becky’s pussy lips and the bottoms and sides of their breasts while applying lotion during our backyard hang outs. They had both also briefly handled my penis several times before, not sexually but also while applying lotion or just playing around. We usually avoided applying lotion to each other’s genitals, although there was usually incidental contact while applying lotion to the upper groin. All of those were considered incidental or functional contacts and not sexual because their purpose was not for arousal.

MEMORIAL DAY

Our two families spent most of Memorial Day Saturday at Swallows. We teens met with friends, playing board games or cards and talking, while our parents met with their teachers’ group friends. Julie and I made plans for our date later that evening, dinner and a movie. We were all planning to return to Swallows on Sunday. Monday was a regular school day.

Just before 6 PM Julie and I dressed to go on our date directly from camp. For our first serious date we went to the Boll Weevil in El Cajon for our favorite teriyaki burgers. We then walked across to the Thrifty Drug and each got a two scoop vanilla ice cream cone. Enjoying our cones on the bench in front of Kip’s we decided to forgo the movies and go back to her home to talk privately. We decided to make an early evening of it because we were going to meet early the next day at Swallows.

We arrived, quickly undressed, and found Becky alone watching TV. Bill and Mabel had decided to meet with some of their teacher friends for dinner in Mission Valley and would be home soon. It was too chilly to be nude in the back patio so, taking advantage of the privacy, Julie and I decided to cuddle on the living room sofa. Before long we were making out and my hands found her breasts again. At the same time she was softly stroking my penis with an open palm.

Soon after my right hand went down to her pussy. She spread her legs slightly and there I had my first comprehensive manual pussy exploration. I had incidentally touched girls’ pussies before and even lightly petted Becky’s pussy but I had never truly felt one. I had seen her pussy hundreds of times before but I never realized that it would become wet. Julie quickly clamped her legs shut when she felt my fingers searching for the source of the wetness and starting to slip into her vagina. I took the hint and just combed her pubic hair with my fingers.

Soon after she decided that we had to stop, stating that we both had to get up early the next day. Still sporting a partial erection we moved back to the den to sit and visit with Becky. The show Becky was watching, My Three Sons, ended at 9 PM, at which time I said my goodbyes. As usual Julie walked me to the door, gave me a hug and kiss, letting me cup a breast, and helped me dress to leave.

EVENTFUL SUMMER

A couple of weeks later marked the end of the school year, with Julie looking forward to her third year of high school. At the same time I graduated from high school and planned to enroll in community college in the fall to complete my lower division college courses. But we had a long summer to enjoy ourselves before continuing our studies.

That summer I spent a lot of time with Julie. In addition to our almost daily “driving lessons” Julie and I would go out on dinner and a movie dates almost every week. Several times during the summer her parents attended teaching conferences in Orange County and Becky and Julie spent the night at our home. We couldn’t make out very often at my house but we did spend a lot of private time in our lower back yard together, getting to know each other better.

I also spent a lot of time at Julie’s home. Her mom had asked me to teach her how to drive. I would go to their home each morning and visit for an hour or so. Then throw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt to go out for a driving lesson in the Falcon. Our driving lesson route was the back roads to Swallows, where we would stop to have lunch and lay out on the lawn to talk quietly. Over time, we started to flirt with each other and discretely shared quick sweet kisses. The week before Julie’s birthday I took her to the La Mesa DMV office for her driving license test, which she passed easily.

To celebrate Julie’s mid September seventeenth birthday and passing her driver’s test, her parents organized a party on the lawn at Swallows for about twenty friends and family. After cake and ice cream the gathering thinned out as most of the guests moved on to other camp activities. There, I formally asked Julie to be my exclusive girl friend making us a steady couple. She agreed, but not until I had accepted a set of strict relationship rules and behavioral boundaries. She called them her Fooling Around limits.