It was 1974 and the summer before my senior year of high school. At 17, I stood about 5'10" and had a lean, firm body kept that way by playing racquetball and jogging. I had my own car, a used '69 Chevelle SS, that I paid for by working at a local grocery store. Dad had made a five hundred dollar down payment for me and co-signed the note, but I was making the payments and paying for my own gas and any maintenance the car needed. Dad paid for my insurance.
I had started at the store as soon as I could legally work at 16, first as a sacker, progressing to stocker and occasional express lane checker, and now that I was able to work full time hours and would be able to continue to do so during my senior year, I had been placed in charge of the Dairy Department at the store, including inventory and ordering, and was promised a full Assistant Manager position before the end of the summer. The pay wasn't that great and the hours sucked, but I at least made somewhat over minimum wage, which was about $2.00 in those days. Unlike most of my peers, I usually had money in my pocket.
The reason I would be able to work full-time during the coming school year was the fact that I only needed one senior-level English credit to graduate, and that class would end just before 9 AM every morning. I was a bit of a nerd, and my high GPA had already guaranteed me a scholarship at Texas A&M, not a full ride, but at least tuition, books and lab fees were covered. This was a fact for which my parents were eternally grateful. While we were comfortable and didn't really want for anything, they were far from well-off. Dad was a butcher and owned his own fairly successful meat market and deli, and mom was a senior purchasing agent for a large manufacturing firm. I was an only child. I planned to study Mechanical Engineering in college.
I awoke at my usual 6:30 am without an alarm clock. It took my mind a second to process that today was Thursday. My day off from the store! I usually slept in the nude, and reached down to grasp my morning wood. I briefly considered jacking off, and decided the need to urinate was more pressing. Still nude, I padded across the hallway to the bathroom. I knew Dad was long gone to work, as he left around 4 AM every morning, and I could hear Mom doing things in the kitchen. There was no one else in the house to see me.
Our household was pretty relaxed, actually. Mom and Dad didn't try to hide the fact that they still had an active sex life, and we were pretty casual about clothing when it was just the three of us around. I took care of business in the bathroom, got my erection to go down, and went back to my room to pull on a pair of jockey shorts before walking into the kitchen. That was dressed enough for breakfast in our house.
I greeted Mom as I had for the last year or so, saying "Morning, Gorgeous" to her. It had started as just kind of a joke, but for some reason, I still did it. I had to admit, at 35 Mom was still a looker. "A fucking MILF is what she is," Eric, one of my few friends (remember, I'm a bit of a nerd), quipped often. She was in her usual morning attire of a t-shirt that barely covered the thong panties she favored, showing off lots and lots of long leg. I slid into my usual place at the table, which was already set with silverware and a big glass of OJ.
She glanced over her shoulder at me, giving me a big smile, and said her usual "well, Hello, handsome," delivered in a sultry voice. I grinned.
"Pecan waffles OK for breakfast?"
My grin got wider. OK? My favorite! "You bet!" I exclaimed.
She walked toward me and slid a plate loaded with a stack of three waffles, already buttered and covered with warm maple syrup just the way I liked them, and several strips of crisp bacon in front of me. I tried not to notice her large breasts swaying, unfettered by a bra, or her stiff nipples poking out into the thin t-shirt she wore.
"I've got to get ready for work," she said as I dug in. I didn't even notice her firm ass, wiggling under the t-shirt, as she left the room. Much.
Give me a break. She's my mom. Eew.
My cock thought otherwise, and I had a raging erection in my tightie whiteys.
Give me a break. I'm only 17!
By the time I finished breakfast, my erection had subsided and Mom had blown me a kiss and rushed out the door, telling me to leave a note if I went anywhere. Once I had turned 17 a month before school let out, and had been driving my Chevelle for nearly 10 months, my parents had loosened the leash considerably. I could pretty much do as I chose as long as I let them know when I was going to be gone, and made it home by curfew, which they had extended to midnight. I was responsible enough to enjoy the freedom, and not let them down.
I finished my few chores, including cleaning up from breakfast. My parents respected the fact I had a full-time job, and the list was mercifully short. I changed into running clothes, took my usual five-mile jog, and showered, including my usual shower time jack off session. Dressed in fresh jockeys, denim shorts and a yellow tank top, I considered calling Eric or one of my few other male friends to go do something, and shrugged the idea off. None of them had jobs or rich parents, and while I had money, I didn't want to get stuck with the tab for whatever we wound up doing.
It was barely 10 AM in the morning. I had a day off from work, was relatively free, and had wheels and money in my pocket. And I was bored out of my skull. I flopped on the sofa, disgusted, and tried to make sense out of some daytime sit-com fluff on the TV. I had just gotten up to turn it off when the phone rang.
"Hey Greg," said the cheerful female voice on the other end. "What's up?"
"Mary!" I exclaimed, grinning. "Just hangin' out. You?"
Mary was a good buddy, nothing more. A couple of months older than me, she had graduated this past spring. Also a nerd, she had skipped eleventh grade, and would be leaving in the fall on a full ride to M.I.T., where she planned to study physics. She was a math whiz, and was taking a couple of courses at the community college before she left.
"Not much. The folks and The Brat took off camping. I didn't want to skip class tomorrow, so I've got the place to myself." The Brat was her eleven year-old brother Ricky. "I was thinking of grilling some burgers or something if you wanna come hang out here."
"Sure! Beats anything I've got going on. Need me to bring anything?"
"Nah, it's covered. Head on over when you're ready."
"Cool. Gimme a half hour."
"I'll be waiting! Bye..."
Mary's dad was an senior pilot with a major airline, and had lots of time off work. Her mom didn't work. I knew the family took frequent camping trips, and usually, Mary went along. Still, it wasn't unusual in the least for Mary and I to do stuff together away from school like going to movies together, or the Mall, or whatever. I knew her mom and dad, and they seemed to like me. We both got teased by our respective parents about our frequent "dates" but it wasn't anything like that at all. I barely even thought of her as a girl. We were just good buddies. Hell, we had never even hugged, much less anything else remotely romantic. Mary shook hands and gave high fives like a guy.
I left a quick note on the kitchen counter, grabbed my wallet and keys, locked the house up and went out to my car. Getting in, I rolled the windows down to let the rapidly building summertime heat out, and started her up, loving the rumble of the big 396 as it rolled over. Although I was a safe and cautious driver, I was well aware of the fact that my car could literally pass just about anything but a gas station. Luckily, in those days gas was cheap, and five or six bucks would keep me going all week.
Mary's family lived in big house out in the country, set smack in the middle of a ten acre, heavily wooded lot. The long winding driveway meant that the house wasn't visible from the road. Just the presence of a mailbox and number gave a clue as to what lay up the drive. I knew that they had a driveway alarm to warn them of visitors, so it came as no surprise to see Mary step out on the front porch as I parked my car.
I stepped out of the car and then froze, stunned, as I actually saw her for the first time. I know my eyes bugged and my jaw dropped, because I suddenly realized that my buddy was ALL GIRL!
She was wearing a tiny pair of hip-hugging shorts made of what appeared to be thin stretch terry cloth in a rainbow stripe pattern. They barely came down past her crotch, and probably just made it high enough to cover her ass crack. They looked like they were painted on, they were so tight. She was a fraction of an inch taller than me, and her slender, willowy body had a long, long torso. Most of it was bare. A vast expanse of smooth, tanned skin went up from the shorts across her flat tummy and high up her chest until just below her smallish breasts, which were covered by a tube top of the same material that was probably barely three inches wide. She had a cute little inny, I noted, seeing her navel for the first time. Casual sandals with a slight wedge heel and her usual gold wire-framed granny glasses completed the outfit. Her long, wavy dark blonde hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail.
I somehow managed to get my eyes back in their sockets and my jaw closed. I shut the door to the car and headed the few feet towards the porch stairs when she grinned, her blue eyes sparkling, and said, much as a guy might, "Hey Greg! How's it hangin'?"
It wasn't. It was rapidly rising. My eyes were at the level of her crotch and I couldn't help but notice. Yep, definite cameltoe. There were plump PUSSY lips under there!
I jerked my eyes to her face as I started up the steps. "Wow, Mare. You look ... wow!"
"Just something casual for a hot day. C'mon inside where it's cooler." It was rapidly creeping up on 100 degrees in the shade.
I nearly laughed out loud. "Casual" hot weather wear for Mary was more like loose mid-thigh cutoffs, a bra and a t-shirt, from my experience. I followed her into their sumptuous home, glad to be behind her because it allowed my eyes to be locked on her delicious-looking ass. I had been wrong about the shorts. The top inch or so of her ass crack was exposed. Her tight bottom wiggled prettily as she led me to the kitchen at the rear of the home. I was glad my shorts were baggy, because I don't think my cock had ever been harder. Yep. She was a girl.
We reached the kitchen, and I hopped up onto a stool at the huge breakfast bar, watching her bustle around, filling a couple of glasses with ice and a soft drink. She took a stool across from me and we made small talk for a while, back to being buddies. My buddy had fat nipples that were standing up and poking out through her tube top in the cool, air-conditioned room. I tried not to notice.
Our conversation wandered around to the hot weather. "Want to go take a dip?," Mary asked. I could see their sparkling pool out the big windows in the kitchen. It looked very inviting.
"Damn, Mary, you should have said something on the phone. I didn't bring a swim suit."
She chewed her bottom lip, a little quirk she had that told me she was trying to make up her mind about something.
"Greg," she finally said, reaching a decision. "Those camping trips we take? We don't exactly go to a normal campground."
Clueless, I replied, "What do you mean, Mare?"
She chewed her lip a little more and then said, "We go to nudist resorts. We don't usually wear much of anything around the house either, that's why we have the driveway alarm. So if you want to, we could just ... skinny dip." She blushed.
I just stammered, unsure what to say. I'm such a nerd! Sure, I had seen a naked girl before. In a magazine. I had even caught a few glimpses of my Mom naked. Eew.
Mary stood up, sliding off her bar stool, and still blushing said, "Here, I'll go first." With a few quick, economical movements, she shed the tube top and shorts, kicked off her sandals, and stood nude before me in her glasses. I went off into my jockeys, my cock jerking over and over as I gasped out loud, my eyes darting back and forth between the first tits and pussy my own age I had ever seen in my life.
Realizing what had just happened as the wet spot appeared on the front of my shorts, she grinned. "Don't worry about it, Greg. That's a normal first-timer reaction. In fact, I'm flattered." She giggled. "Now you have a good excuse to get naked. Your clothes need to be washed. C'mon. Take them off," she said, holding out her hand.
I froze, until my brain finally screamed at me. "Yo, asshole! The girl wants you NAKED. Get with the program, fucker!" I shucked my clothes, quickly, blushing even brighter than she had. My face BURNED as I handed her my semen-soaked jockeys and shorts, along with my tee.
She took my clothes in her hand, but her gaze remained locked on my dick, which was still pretty hard and drooling a thick drop of my spunk. "Damn, Greg," she said. "That's bigger than Daddy's"
I thought of her dad, a ruggedly handsome 40 year old with a bit of gray at his temples, and imagined him out of his airline uniform or the Dockers and golf shirt I usually saw him in. Eew.
On the other hand, my eyes took in the slim, trim apparition of smiling naked female in front of me, with her tan skin unmarked by bikini lines, her firm, uplifted apple-sized breasts with stiff pink nipples and lightly furred pussy. Yum. Even after just cumming, my cock was now rigid, straining to show that it was indeed a little larger than average.
I'll never forget the look on her face as Mary licked her lips.
"I'll, um, take care of these later," she said, laying my clothes on the breakfast bar, along with her glasses. She grabbed my hand. "C'mon. Let's go get wet." She led me out to the pool and we both dove in. Mary swam like a fish, her sleek brown body flashing effortlessly through the water. I could swim OK, but nothing like Mary.
This was, however, the very first time I had swum naked, and the sensation was incredible. My erection faded on its own and I marveled at the feel of the water on a body unencumbered by clothing. I realized right then that I would never again wear a swimsuit by choice. I mentioned that to her, and she started to explain a little bit of the nudist philosophy to me, especially about body acceptance and how it was NOT about sex. It was then that I realized I was standing naked in waist deep water, talking seriously to a pretty, naked girl, and my dick wasn't hard. What she was saying was starting to make sense and I could see the attraction to the lifestyle.
She wanted to go play on the diving board a for a bit. I was feeling a might prunish, so I hauled myself up on the edge of the pool and sat, legs dangling in the water, while she made a couple of graceful dives, barely splashing as she entered the water. After the second dive, she remained underwater, barely skimming the bottom of the pool, and curved over towards me, arching her back at the last second to avoid the wall and pop up between my knees. She grinned up at me, beads of water sparkling on her face and bare shoulders, her pretty little breasts with their crinkled light brown aereolae and stiff pink nipples bobbing weightlessly in the water and my cock flashed from flaccid to erect and straining in that one point four second way that only a 17 year-old's can. The tip of it quivered, inches from her mouth.
For the second time that day, I saw her lick her lips. She stammered a bit and pushed away, saying, "I'll, um, go get us some towels." She stepped out of the pool and rushed into the house. I clambered up and finally managed to will my cock down. By the time she came back nearly five minutes later, I was mostly dry from the hot sun and light breeze that was blowing.
I turned towards here when the door opened and she stepped out with her hair up in a towel. She had put her glasses back on and stepped back into her sandals. Other than that, she was still gloriously nude. She handed me a towel I didn't really need and said, "I went ahead and put your clothes in the wash, and figured we might just as well stay comfortable. Getting hungry?"
I wasn't about to argue with staying naked. And I was getting hungry, and told her so. She led me over to the grill area at the edge of the patio.
Grill is an understatement, big time. Her family had a large outdoor kitchen, with gas-fired grill, griddle and deep fryer. Expansive black granite counter tops gleamed over storage cabinets. There was a stainless steel double sink, and a fairly large under cabinet refrigerator, along with a stand-alone ice maker that could probably keep up with a party.
"Wow, Mare, this is COOL!" I exclaimed. I'd been to her house several times, but never out to the pool and patio before. One of my little quirks was that I liked to cook. I fixed dinner for my parents usually, at least as my work schedule allowed. I was sometimes off days, sometimes nights, with no rhyme or reason to it, and had started cooking when I was in Scouts at 13 or so.
"We like it," she said. "It's perfect for people that like to be outdoors and naked a lot."
"I can see that. Man, I'd love to cook here."
She was firing up the grill, which just took the touch of a button to light. "Cool, you can help!" She knew I could cook. "Um, you want fries, or hash browns with the burgers?"
"Um, actually, hash browns sound good."
"OK," she said brightly. She lit one side of the big griddle as well. "I'll have to get them from the freezer in the house. Wanna pour us a soda?"
"Sure," I replied and she pointed out where the glasses were. She took off for the house and I filled two glasses with ice from the ice maker, and located the soda in the under-cabinet fridge. I noticed she already had a tray of ready-made burger patties in there, along with a plastic wrap covered tray of prepared red-leaf lettuce, pickles, tomato slices, sliced cheese, thinly sliced red onion and pickles, along with various condiments. She had obviously been thinking ahead when she called me. I got our drinks ready and found a place to sit.
She came back in just a few seconds with a plastic bag of frozen hash brown potatoes. She also had a bag of hamburger buns, and she tossed both on the counter top next to the griddle.
She came over and sat on the stool beside me at the bar, picked up her drink and sipped it, and turned towards me, smiling.
"Tell ya what, I'll grill the burgers, you take care of the hash browns and buns on the griddle, OK?"
"Works for me, Mare," I replied. We were firmly back on "good buddies" ground. I was seated on the towel she had brought me earlier, becoming aware of nudist etiquette from our discussion in the pool. She had pulled the towel from her hair, which now hung loose and damp on her shoulders, and was sitting on it. We chatted while we waited for the grill and griddle to heat up, then she got up and bent over to remove the tray of hamburger patties from the fridge.
I didn't notice her tightly puckered pink little anus, or the puffy pussy lips below it. I swear. Really, I didn't. My cock did though. It thickened, ready to leap into action. I gritted my teeth and willed it back down.
She started flipping patties onto the grill expertly. I got up, and bent over into the fridge, determined to give her a bit of a show. I pulled out the tray of veggies, along with a stick of butter, my legs spread and balls dangling. When I stood up and looked at her, she looked away quickly and blushed again. I unwrapped the butter, and tossed it sizzling onto the griddle. With the professional grade spatula that was at hand, I quickly divided the butter into three sizzling areas on the griddle.
I took half of the thinly sliced onion from the veggie tray, and tossed them into one of the buttery zones, adding a couple handfuls of shredded potatoes to another. I hated raw onions, but loved them cooked, and I soon had them translucent and diced finely with the edge of the spatula. I transferred them over to the sizzling pile of hash browns and mixed them in, then after a couple of minutes flipped the potatoes to reveal that the underside was perfectly brown and crisp. Seeing that the burgers were nearly done, I opened the buns and laid several in the third butter zone on the griddle to toast.
We gathered everything together and sat on our towels at the bar to eat, and the flame-broiled burgers were fabulous. I ate two, Mary most of a second, along with polishing off all the hash browns. We were chatting amiably, and just finishing eating, when Mary asked casually, "So Greg, I was wondering about something?"
"We're good friends, right? No secrets?"
"Mare, you know I'll tell you anything."
She chewed her lip a little and finally blurted out, "All those times we were in the darkroom for journalism together, or all those trips to the lake, or all the movies we went to see at the Corral... " She was referring to a local drive-in theater we had seen many bad movies at together. " ... how come you never once tried to put the moves on me or even kiss me or something?"
I laughed. "C'mon Mare, you know me. I'm a nerd. I don't HAVE any 'moves'. Sheesh, you're my buddy! You're my best pal."
Her face crunched up a little and a fat tear welled up from the corner of her right eye. Obviously, I had said the wrong thing.