Chapter 7

Adam hesitated in the doorway as Natalie crossed her arms. "Well get 'em off then."

"I've only just got in," he muttered as he looked around the room of naked girls watching him. Sarah was tapping away on her phone and looked up at him.

"Well? I'm not answering you until I see skin."

Adam sighed and pulled off his sweatshirt and then his grubby jeans as Natalie's eyes flicked towards his bobbing erection. While he soon got used to being around his house mates without getting sexually aroused, the initial sight of the three girls caused a rush of blood to his anatomy.

Adam was still not completely comfortable with the idea of naturism or being naked around his house mates but three expectant faces had turned from the television to the doorway as he awaited for the answer to his question. With his clothes deposited in a pile and discarded, he crossed his arms, his firm member jutting into the room and looked at Sarah. "Happy now?"

Sarah nodded towards Natalie with a smirk and looked back down at her calculator app on her smart-phone. "OK, with three of us, it's one twenty a month," she told him. "So with four it'll be a hundred, say."

Natalie sighed. "Less bill money, I'll take that."

Adam "You want me to pay you a ton a month or does everyone pay something so it evens out?"

Sarah turned the screen off on her phone and rubbed her nose. "I pay for everything and come after peeps for my money."

"She earns more than us," Tabitha told him. "She can afford to pay for it – the gas, 'leccy, phone, TV, food."

Adam reached for his wallet and tutted. "I need to go to the bank, or will a cheque do?"

"You have on-line banking, right?" Natalie asked him and Adam nodded. "Well just set up a standing order to go from your account to Sarah's."

"Oh right, how do I that?"

Natalie sighed and shook her head, reaching for her laptop and powering it on. She had to hold the on button for a few seconds and wiggle the power button until it flickered into life and waited for the five minutes for it to boot into her desktop. "Just go to your bank," she told him and Adam left the room to retrieve his security device that allowed him to sign into his bank account.

Natalie cooed at him when the account summary came up. "You're richer than Sarah," she whispered and Adam blushed.

"That's ... private," he told her and Natalie pointed into the corner and then on another button.

"Sarah, what's your account details?" Sarah reached into a small drawer and took out her chequebook, passing it to Natalie who typed in the numbers on the bottom of the cheque. Adam watched as she set the date for the following day and then every month to send one hundred pounds and passed the warm laptop onto Adam's unprotected groin. "Done."

"Done?"

"Yeah, and don't forget, when we chuck you out to cancel it," Natalie warned him. "Or else you'll be paying Sarah every month until you do."

"Oh ... right," Adam murmured and watched Natalie log off his account with the computer still on his knee. "Can I check the footy scores?"

"Sure," Natalie muttered and Adam clicked on a button to open a new "tab" on the browser. He spluttered when it loaded – the software had listed the most browsed to websites and he glanced over at Natalie. "How many porn sites do you go to?"

Natalie blushed and looked at Sarah and Tabitha laughing loudly instead of watching the television. "That's private," she cried and reached for the laptop.

"NudeDating.com?" he told her and Natalie's scowl deepened.

"That's private," she repeated as she snatched the laptop from him. "I didn't announce that you had two grand in your account and twelve in savings." She looked at Sarah and shook her head. "Sorry. I didn't mean to say that."

Adam snorted. "Shall we do dinner?"

Natalie nodded sheepishly and got up. "I don't need any help," she told him forcefully. "I really don't."

"Yeah, but I want to," he admitted and used a table to pull himself to his feet waiting for Natalie to leave the room before closing the door behind him. "So, Nude Dating..."

"I don't want to talk about it," she snapped. "It's not your business." Adam sighed and she turned around the moment she reached the kitchen. "Well, wash your hands then if you are helping."

Adam rolled his eyes and pumped the soap onto his hands as Natalie threw open the cupboard door. He washed his hands under the cold water and dried them on a tea towel, before sliding his half-wet hands onto Natalie's flanks. "OK. You annoyed with me?"

"Yes," Natalie barked, not turning around to face him and pulling his hands off. "But I'm sorry for telling Sarah how much money you've got."

"S'ok," Adam told her nonchalantly. "So the Adult Forums. What's that all about?"

"Will you leave my Internet history alone," Natalie told him and slammed down a pan onto the worktop. "And I am not talking about the porn sites either, OK? Just leave it."

Adam waited for a few seconds and then asked in a patronising voice. "Does Natalie get lonely?" Natalie sniffed, and pulled out a handful of tomatoes from the fridge, throwing them onto a baking tray and slamming them into the oven. "Does she?" Natalie ignored him as he leant against the counter. "Go through a lot of batteries, do you?"

Natalie picked up some vegetarian sausages from the fridge and slid them out of the packet onto the pan and drizzled them with oil, turning the pan on. "Shut up Adam, you're not funny."

"I'm just asking," he said defensively. "Cause there were five, six adult sites. My computer, I've chucked it in storage, well it has three in the favourites."

"Well bully for you," Natalie shouted and spun round to face him, raising her hands up. "OK, so I get lonely and bored and desperate sometimes, is that what you wanted to know? And yes I have had one date from that site, it was in Preston last week and it was a total disaster. He wanted a stripper not a nudist. Now I don't want to discuss this with you."

Adam bit his lip as Natalie waved a spatula in her hand he watched as she turned to butcher some mushrooms with a knife. "I didn't mean to ... well I wasn't sayin'"

"You were."

"I wasn't, I mean I offered to take you to the pub last week and you weren't interested. You don't have to be lonely."

Natalie shook her head. "It's not about you. OK it's hard to go from a long-term two-year relationship to nothing, it takes some adjustment. I don't want a relationship and I don't want to not be in a relationship. It's hard and you wouldn't understand. Now piss off and let me do dinner in peace."

Adam cleared his throat. "Well, if it helps, I've been there too and know it's shit. And I've been bored too." Adam put his hand on Natalie's arm and rubbed her wrist. "I mean, there's no reason for you to be single, you're a nice girl. I quite like spending time with you. When you ain't bitchin' at me, of course."

"I do not bitch at people."

Adam snorted and Natalie passed him an apron as she wrapped one around herself. She pulled out eight eggs and told him that if was staying in the kitchen to fry them up two at a time while she hauled the toaster from the cupboard. "So what are you lookin' for. In a guy?"

"Are you going to drop this?" Adam shook his head and Natalie sighed before pondering. "Not you," she said firmly.

"Is that it?" Adam asked with a grin. "Cause I wouldn't have ya anyway."

"Oh no?" Natalie enquired as she dropped two slices of bread into the toaster. "Really?"

"It's the bitchiness," Adam said with a straight face. "Can't stand it."

Natalie slapped him over the forearm and she looked at him. "OK, reasonably tall 'cause I ain't standing over him on a date, someone kind, good sense of humour, accepts nudism and makes me laugh," she said. "And someone I can enjoy myself with."

"Is that it?"

"Well if he's got a massive cock and millions in the bank, it's a bonus, ya know, but I just want someone good to love and to love me. Now can we drop this?" Natalie asked as she wiped her eye. "'Cause I really don't want to talk about me with you. I don't know you well enough to be discussing my love life with you."

Adam hummed and opened the first egg into the sizzling frying pan. "OK," he muttered and then swore as the yolk broke. "Cause I tried the Internet dating for awhile but it wasn't good for me either."

Natalie smiled. "What happened?"

"Just loads of really crappy dates and just not my type."

"What do you want? Let me guess big tits."

Adam chuckled. "No, well I like curvy women, someone with all lumps and bumps in the right places." Natalie sighed, shaking her head with a smirk on her face. "Want a bird to stand up for herself, good cook obviously. Doesn't bitch or nag."

"Well that's a contradiction," Natalie replied. "Stand up for herself but doesn't bitch or nag."

"No it isn't," Adam said instantly. "Ya can be independent without being bitchy. And just to be honest, doesn't cheat. And obviously big tits, big bank balance, all very good."

Natalie watched as he moved two cooked eggs to a plate and broke two more over the pan to start cooking. "I got a friend who sounds just like that," she told him with a grin. "I wonder whether Bella would be up for it?"

"Bella?"

"Yeah, one of my cleaners. She's a lovely girl," Natalie said pursing her lips together. She looked at him with a smirk. "Just tryin' to work out if you are her type."

Natalie pulled open the oven and took out the grilled tomatoes, putting two on each plate before dropping the hot baking plate into the sink. "Her type?"

"Yeah, well she's curvy, great sense of humour, always up for a laugh. I'll see when she's free."

"Oh right. I'm not sure about the whole dating thing," Adam admitted but Natalie just giggled.

"Oh you'll be fine with Bella," she promised. "Go call Sarah and Tabs," Natalie ordered as she began to dish up a vegetarian fry-up for them all.

"Monopoly," Adam suggested holding up the game.

"Is that a great idea?" Sarah asked. "I had to referee the two of you playing games on Wednesday."

"Yeah well vowless is not a word," he told her. "She made that up."

"And Paris, you can't have places or names," Natalie added. "Ya playing loose with the rules too."

"I was not," Adam defiantly told her. "But Scrabble, I'm a bit new to it. And you kept changin' the rules."

"I did not," Natalie argued.

"Hey, I got some marking to do," Sarah suggested and Natalie shook her head. "Fancy doing that?"

"Not your bloody marking again."

Sarah hummed. "Well Tabs is at her friends and Jack said he would only do the marking if I will help his girlfriend write letters to get her PPI back. So if you two don't want to do it, I'll venture out into the cold to Jack's."

"You could do your own marking," Adam suggested and Sarah scowled in derision.

"Don't be bloody ridiculous." Sarah grabbed a small bag of paper and sauntered towards the door. "No-one wants to do their own marking."

"OK then, what do you want to do?" Adam asked putting the Monopoly down.

"I don't know," Natalie cried.

"How about going on the bike," Adam suggested. "Just down the road to a small pub or just on the open road."

"No," Natalie said forcefully. "Totally not."

"Well, we did pub on Monday, Scrabble and cards on Wednesday, games console yesterday. So what would you want to do?"

Natalie groaned. "We could do our own thing," Natalie muttered and Adam shook his head.

"No," he said and shook his head. "I'll ... umm ... well I'll be bored."

Natalie shook her head and groaned. "Honestly," she huffed and Adam picked up a DVD case. "Film?"

Natalie groaned and waved her arms around. "I want to go out."

"Pub? We could go on the bike." Natalie waved her arms in a furious gesture. "Cinema?"

"To see what? That's nothin' worth seeing."

Adam yawned and stretched "Clubbin'?"

"No, it's expensive," she moaned and then looked at him. "I just want a walk."

"A walk? It's pitch black and raining."

"Yeah, I know," Natalie muttered defensively and stretched."OK, if you don't want to."

"No, I'm fine. OK, let's go for a walk. In the wind. And the rain. And the darkness."

Natalie sighed and threw herself back down onto the couch. "Well if you are going to be like that."

"You'll stay at home and jill off to Internet porn." Natalie's eyes narrowed and Adam looked sheepish. "Umm ... sorry, I didn't mean to say that."

"Too fucking right," she snapped. "It's bang out of order."

"Yeah, I said sorry."

Natalie glanced down at the carpet and tutted. "OK. Let's go for a walk," she said and got up from the chair, walking over the door in the corner of the room. "And we can stop off at the pub if you like," she promised, her eyes twinkling. "For you to buy me a drink to say sorry."

Natalie giggled and she shook her head as Adam finished putting his bike back together. She had watched him from her room that overlooked the garden as she meticulously cleaned it and grinned; he had been four hours and taken all of his Saturday afternoon.

She had been a bit surprised and how much Adam had slotted into their house once they revealed their love of naturism to him. He seemed genuinely content with wandering about the house naked and was certainly as "touchy-feely" with her as she was with everyone else. She allowed him to spend most of his evenings with her, and was beginning to enjoy his company. He was becoming an acceptable house mate.

She still had to correct him when he put his clothes out to dry all over the lounge (he had also not separated coloured clothes and white clothes so that his white boxer shorts and shirt were an off-grey but he didn't seem to care). She had moved them to an airer in the corner of the dining room so they were not in the way, much to Adam's annoyance when he couldn't find them.

Natalie had also shouted at him for leaving the toilet in a "disgusting state" but apart from that he was settling into the house. He was still a meat-eater but had started eating with the rest of them (at a significant saving to himself) and the fact that he didn't have to cook was such an advantage he was willing to forgo his daily bout of unhealthy processed meat.

He had been nagging her all week to go out on his bike with him but she had flatly refused: Adam may have been a good rider, she didn't know, but she was too nervous and scared to be on a bike. It just seemed so unstable and she much preferred the safety of her battered maroon hatchback.

Natalie watched as Adam started the blue bike and it roared into life. She shook her head, she had been tidying her room and idly watching her house mate as he did "maintenance and stuff" on his bike – it had not been ridden much in the previous few weeks and he was certainly missing it, but he lived ten minutes walk from his work, and said by the time he had taken it all round Lancaster's ring road and one way system it was quicker to walk.

She watched as he snapped his helmet over his head, donned his gloves and wheeled his bike out of the garden to roar it into the street.

It took Natalie another thirty minutes to finish, by which time it was nearly dinner time and she idled down the stairs to meet Tabitha and Sarah. "That bike's loud," Tabitha moaned as Natalie came into the room.

"Ahh, ya just don't like the idea of going wild on a throbbing machine," Sarah teased.

"It's a death-trap," Tabitha replied instantly. "It's loud and it smells horrible." The two girls looked at the pregnant woman who shrugged. "Kitchen winda was open."

"He can give me a ride," Sarah murmured seductively and then looked at Natalie who just shrugged.

"I dain't want anythin' to do with it," she told them. "He's offered me plenty of rides and I don't like bikes. Give me four wheels any day."

The back door slammed shut and they looked towards the door to the lounge for Adam to enter. "Feels good," he muttered as he unzipped his leathers. "First proper spin for a while."

"You spun it?" Sarah asked with a grin. "And I thought."

"No ... I didn't spin it," Adam replied instantly. "Just went up to the Trough and back down through Caton and Halton."

"Ahh, he's been to the gay dogging spot," Natalie teased and watched incredulity creep across Adam's face. "Ya know. You, single man, leathers, big ... throbbing..."

"What the fuck are you on about?" Natalie's eyebrows flickered up and he shrugged. "I ain't a shirt-lifter if that's what you mean?"

"The man, he does protest too much," Sarah replied, goading the stripping man who shook his head.

"I ain't some sort of poof," he said firmly. "I've 'ad fuckin' loads of birds in me time."

Natalie snorted and quickly got up, grabbing the hand of the nearly naked man. "You can help me cook," she told him tersely. "Come on stud, I got a pink apron for you."

Adam groaned and finished removing his clothes, folding his motorcycle kit in the corner of the room before being led to the kitchen. As much as it pained him, Adam decided to wear the apron after the first time he had "helped" Natalie cook and she had him frying up some onion and garlic. She took a dozen carrots with a few parsnips from a bag and sliced them before throwing them into boiling water. She glanced around, and ensuring that Adam was not watching, she took a thirteenth carrot and slid up behind her house-mate. He looked back at her as one hand cupped his chest. She nibbled his ear and he grunted. "What's got into you?"

Natalie sighed and press her crotch against his rear. "Big boy," she cooed and slid her hand down his chest. "Tell me you want it."

Adam reached around and Natalie, barely able to keep a straight face, poked his anus with the carrot. "You want it," she teased as Adam jumped away from her waving the orange vegetable. "Come on, beg for it."

"You fuckin' crazy," he shouted back and she burst out laughing, before offering it to him, waving it in front of his face. He backed away, scowling and she threw it into the bin with a giggle.

"Oh come on," she snapped, beckoning him back to the oven. "It's just a joke. Just lighten up will you?"

"It's not a joke," he replied and she raised her eyebrows. "It's bang out of order."

"Oh would it really matter if I did think you were gay? No, it's not a problem and I don't. I just don't see why you think it's a problem."

"Well it's just weird," Adam spat back in response and Natalie took a deep breath. "Fuckin' eeeuuhh," he muttered, contorting his face as expressed disapproval.

Natalie shook her head and looked at him. "Can you make a roux for me, macho-hetero-man."

Adam shrugged. "What's a roux?"

"Well can you make me a pint of stock?" Natalie asked in an annoyed tone and passed him a vegetable stock cube while she made a flour and butter roux before adding the vegetable stock and milk. Adam just watched as she drained the vegetables, mixed in the sauce and then transferred to a baking dish.

Natalie kissed him on the cheek as she closed the oven door. "You do look sexy in a pink apron," she teased. "I got some pink things in my room you might like to try on." Adam's eyes sparkled as she burst out laughing and pulled the kettle to her. "Tea?"

Natalie made them all a cup of tea and then took out the meal from the oven, dishing up the vegetarian dish onto four plates. Adam enjoyed the meal – Natalie's Parsnip and Carrot Bake was a lot better than he expected and she passed yoghurts around after dinner to everyone.

Sarah took the plates and stacked them in the kitchen, promising to do them later and idly wandered into the room. "Film?"

"I'm not in the mood," Tabitha replied and Adam hesitated, he wondered whether he could put his game on. "Pub?"

"I don't fancy going out," Sarah replied and stretched her legs. "A game?"

"How about Twister?" Adam asked with a smile.

The naked girls looked at him and Sarah giggled. "Strip Poker?"

"We could watch Saturday night telly?" Tabitha suggested and Sarah looked over to Natalie.

"Actually could I have a massage?"

Natalie smiled and rubbed her eyes. "Yeah sure. But you can run up and get my oils and table." Sarah leapt up from the chair and strode over to the door. "You know where they are, don't you?"

"Yeah," came the dismissive response from the stairs.

"Massage? Are you a massage parlour..."

"Be fuckin' careful how you finish that sentence," Natalie warned him and Adam froze. "No, I do not do massages professionally but I have been taught how to do them properly."

"Oh right."

"It was a night course. And no, I am not a whore."

"OK. I was just ask ... well you know what I mean," he replied and watched as Sarah bounded into the room carrying a giant case and a small box.