Emmy, The Class Nudist: Part 1.
EMMY, THE CLASS NUDIST: PART 1.
CARSON DISCOVERS THE SECRET
SIDE TO HIS CHEMISTRY LAB PARTNER.
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"Are you going to tell me where we're
going now?"
Carson Jenkins swatted away a mosquito while
tromping through the brush under the oak and cedar. For all the fond
memories he had of running around his friend's wilderness backyard
while growing up, playing their imaginary games as alien hunters or
fugitives on the run, he never could quite shake his fear of
stumbling upon a rattlesnake, scorpion, or even the odd
tarantula. They'd rarely ever seen any such creatures, but
it wasn't impossible to come across one in this part of
Texas.
"Almost there," Wes said. "Gotta
keep it a surprise."
"Ugh," Carson said as a small branch
caught him across the cheek. "Better be a good one. Are we
even still in your yard?"
"Probably not," Wes said. " This
is the land that we always deer hunt on, though. I Just hope we
aren't let down. The; let's call it a show; has been regular as
clockwork the last couple days."
"Show? What sow? Carson became impatient.
"You'll see." was all Wes
would say.
Wes Hernandez led on in silence for
another couple minutes until a clearing and large new house
began to resolve itself up ahead from among the trees.
Carson didn't remember having ever seen a house back here
before, meaning it was probably a couple years old
at the most. This far out of town, the difference in houses from one
neighbor to the next could be substantial. Trailers rolled in
next to ranch houses that could pass for small mansions,
and this new house fell into the latter category. The residents all
shared a desire for the peace, quiet, and privacy that came with
the large tracts of relatively cheap land in the rolling
hill country. Carson, in spite of having enjoyed
the perks of growing up in town within walking distance of
school, fast food, and the public swimming pool, still found reason
to be envious of his friend's place.
"New neighbors?" Carson said. They
were now close enough to see a well-tended backyard replete
with gorgeous in-ground swimming pool, patio, grill, and
vegetable garden. The home could not be seen from the
county road. Only an upgraded ling driveway was viewable to the
public, and it curved its way thru the track of forest. But the
fellas were approaching from the larger forest on the other side of
the new home, which sat on a high clearing. The gentle valley to the
southwest, sloped toward the secluding woodland.
"Yeah," Wes said, lowering his voice.
He slowed his approach and tried to utilize the undergrowth
as cover from the house. "They built the house last
fall and moved in over the winter. Pretty sweet place, if I do say
so."
"And what, now you've taken up spying on
new neighbors?"
"I prefer the term 'passive observation.'"
Wes was clearly a little sheepish at being called on his behavior,
but it wasn't enough to deter him from sharing.
Carson followed as his friend moved closer to
the yard. Wes finally stopped when he found a small clearing behind
some dense bushes, dropping his backpack and crouching down behind
the cover. Carson followed suit, though he felt a flutter of nerves
and fought down a strong desire to just head back to the
house and play some Playstation. Nothing good could come of
whatever Wes had led him here to witness. It might have flown
when they were kids, but they were both adults now, on the doorstep
of graduating into the real world.
"Water?" Wes said, offering him a
bottle from his backpack. Carson gratefully accepted it as he was
already hot and sweaty from the short hike. Despite only being early
May, the late afternoons were flirting with mid-summer
like temperatures.
"How long we gonna have to wait
for this surprise?" Carson said.
"Shit, get down," Wes whispered,
waving him down with his free hand. "She's a little early
today."
Carson followed Wes's gaze, toward the back of
the new neighbors' house and saw a young woman emerge through
the back patio doors. She was wearing a bright yellow beach cover-up
type shirt and carried a towel and book. Her legs were long and lean,
while her hair was cut to about just beyond shoulder length. Carson
could appreciate the view, but still felt a little sullied
at his complicity in Wes's voyeurism.
The woman stopped by one of the lounge chairs
to lay out her towel and set the book down. It was when she removed
her large-framed sunglasses that Carson's heart skipped a beat.
"Is that Emmy Jackson?" Carson
squinted to try to get a better look. They were still quite a
distance from her, but he was now almost certain that he was right
about her identity.
"Uh huh," Wes whispered smugly. "Your
secret sweetheart."
"Shut up, dork," Carson said,
blushing slightly. Once again, he regretted sharing his secret crush
on the new girl in school. Wes's teasing had only gotten worse when
Emmy was partnered with Carson in their AP Physics lab. Every time
Wes brought up the crush, it made him realize what a coward
he was for not having the courage to ask her to the prom, last month.
She was a polite girl, though when they worked together it
was almost entirely focused on the task at hand. She was
rarely forthcoming about herself and Carson always took
that to mean a lack of reciprocal interest. Still, she seemed to shy
away from most everyone else at school, but that could just be a
result of being a new transfer in her last semester of high school.
"I can't believe you've been spying on
her," Carson said, unable to avert his own eyes as she set her
sunglasses down beside the chair as well. "What the hell would
Gracie say if she knew?"
"Oh, she broke up with me last weekend,"
Wes said, clearly not distraught over the short-lived
relationship. She just wanted a prom date, I think. It
wasn't worth all the money that date cost me.
"Oh."
"Anyway, I wasn't really trying to spy on
her at first," Wes said. "Didn't even know she lived back
here. But you'll understand why I brought you. Just;
about; now;"
Carson felt his mouth involuntarily drop open when Emmy pulled her
shirt over her head and revealed a gloriously naked body.
STARK. FREAKING. NAKED.
There was no way, he thought, that in the real
world any girl from his school would do this sort of a thing. Not a
nice girl like Emmy, at any rate. She tossed her loose shirt aside
with the same casual ease and stretched her arms above her head. He
was doubly smitten and knew he now could never, ever hope to find the
courage to ask her out. Simply talking to her during class would be
a nigh insurmountable challenge. He also knew
he'd never ever 'un-see' this graceful image.
Emmy walked around the edge of the pool with
uninhibited, casual grace, her slender hips swaying gently.
Her tits were modest-sized, fetchingly conical and tipped
with slightly dark aureoles. She had a flat tummy leading down to a
well-trimmed patch of pubic hair. And, as she turned around to let
herself down the ladder into the pool, the girl revealed an
invitingly perfect ass. She moved with the grace of a
ballerina, and perhaps that's the best was to compare her physique,
too.
"You can breathe now," Wes said,
tapping Carson on the leg.
"Wow." He still felt dirty for spying on her,
but couldn't fault his friend for wanting to share.
“I'd been in a funk after getting a 'dear
john' text, Sunday night. I decided to be alone in the woods after
school on Monday.
"Has it been like this all week?"
"Couple days in a row," Wes said.
"Today makes three. And, judging by the complete lack of tan
lines, I'd say she's been doing this for quite a while. And by that,
I mean years."
"You think she's a?"
"Nudist? Yeah, that's my
guess," Wes said. "They're never the ones you'd think,
eh?"
"No, guess not," Carson said. He
continued to watch her though; as she swam there was little
to see other than her slicked back hair and sparkling eyes. It was
enough.
"Plus, yesterday I saw a guy come out to
call her in for dinner, or something, He looked like some corporate
executive, just finishing a board meeting. No suit coat, but a shirt
and tie." Wes said. "Must have been her dad. The
guy didn't even bat an eye at her lying out naked, nor did she make
any effort to cover up, or anything."
They watched on in silence for some time, Carson only shifting his
legs the minimum necessary to keep them from cramping up. Emmy swam
only for a short while, before climbing back out and returning to her
lounge chair. Every slender graceful curve of her body, each
highlighted by the late afternoon sun, glistening off the beads of
water, entranced him completely.
She laid back and opened the book to read, her sunglasses now
covered her eyes fully.
He wondered at how he could be so
completely oblivious to something this big about his lab partner. Did
anyone else in school know she did this?
"You know, you have to ask her out now,"
Wes said, breaking their extended silence. "She's sweet, smart,
and obviously likes to take her clothes off."
"I don't think I could ask her now,"
Carson said. "I'm still trying to wrap my brain around it. I'd
probably freeze up."
"Oh. Well, I guess you won't mind if I
make a move, then."
"What? Hell yes, I'd mind."
Carson wasn't sure if his friend was serious, or just
messing with him. "Besides, what kind of honorable relationship
starts with spying?"
"You're spying on her," Wes said.
"Yeah, but I didn't know that's what I was
coming here to do," Carson said. "Besides, I liked her
before I knew about the naked thing."
"Well, that's why I'm giving you;"
Wes, in shifting his weight around to stretch,
leaned into a dry branch and caused it to snap loudly. Both boys
froze. Carson, still looking Emmy's way, saw immediately that
she had indeed heard the noise when her head popped up from behind
the book she was reading and looked straight their direction. Behind
her sunglasses, it was difficult to tell just how concerned she was
about the sound.
Finally, she settled back into her chair, and
brought the book back up. Carson released the breath
he didn't realize he had been holding and gave Wes a dirty
look. Wes at least had the decency to look embarrassed. The incident
made Carson realize that it would be almost impossible for the two of
them to sneak away as long as she was still outside, since
doing so would almost certainly create more noise and
she would likely be more aware of additional sounds.
"You think they go to nude camps and
vacations?" Wes whispered several minutes later after their
hearts had settled back down.
"I have no idea," Carson said, almost
a little defensively. While he appreciated the young woman's
beauty, he still felt awkward for being here.
He didn't want to be intruding on her personal life. What
she and her family did, was neither his, nor Wes's business.
Another minute later, Emmy set her book down,
stood up, and went back inside the house. Carson saw it as their
opportunity to sneak away without getting caught, and suggested as
much to his friend.
"Are you kidding? She left all her stuff
outside. The show's probably good for another hour at
least."
Carson rolled his eyes. "Yeah, she's very
attractive and very naked. If you want to see naked girls, there are
plenty on the internet. I think we should give Emmy some privacy."
Wes studied him for a moment. "Either
you're turning gay on me, or you really do have a thing for her."
"I'm not turning gay," Carson said,
shaking his head.
"See, I was right then," Wes said
with a victorious glint in his eye. "Fine, have it your way, Mr.
Chivalrous."
As they made their way quietly back through the
woods toward Wes's house, Carson couldn't help but look
back a couple times, hoping he might catch one more glance of Emmy.
He was already wondering how he would be able to look at her with a
straight face at school tomorrow.
THURSDAY PHYSICS LAB.
It was May 19th,
2005. Carson's heart was beating heavy in his chest and he
could feel a warm flush across his face. It was as bad as the time he
had asked Janie Holmann to the homecoming dance, only this
time he wasn't doing anything nearly as stressful.
All he had to do today was sit next to Emmy and work through their
physics lab together. His Razor flip phone was silenced,
so the teacher wouldn't confiscate it.
He carried a box of electrical components to
their bench, his heart skipping a beat when she looked up from her
notebook and met his eyes. He was certain that she would be able to
see right through him, read him like an open book, and openly accuse
him of being a peeping Tom right in front of the entire class. It was
stupid, he knew, but it terrified him nonetheless.
"Got the meter?" Emmy said as he took
his seat beside her.
"Huh?" Carson was so flustered at her
saying anything to him that he completely missed the question.
"The volt meter? Did you grab one?"
"Oh, yeah," he said, pulling it out
of the box and handing it to her.
"Great, thanks," she said, taking it
and setting it aside on the bench. "I think I have the first
circuit figured out, if you're ready to start assembling it."
They worked their way through the exercises, calculating the
electrical characteristics of the circuits their teacher had drawn up
on the board and then testing them with physically constructed
models.
Carson, usually pretty sharp at
physics, found himself making several mistakes while futilely trying
to refrain from picturing his partner's naked body under the tight
shirt she wore today. Making him even more nervous, Emmy
seemed considerably more talkative with him today than he
ever remembered. She seemed downright conversational, though he
suspected it might just be his mind playing tricks on him.
Mercifully, the lab finally came to
a conclusion and they packed up. Carson's nerves had
finally started to settle down toward the end of class and
he had been able to carry a little bit of conversation without making
a complete fool of himself. If she had sensed anything amiss about
him, she had not let on.
"Carson?" Emmy said.
"Yeah?"
"I was wondering if I could ask a favor of
you."
Carson's heart skipped a beat and his
palms instantly became sweaty again. "Sure."
"I really need to do well on this
final next week," she said. "One of my scholarships I'm
getting has a pretty tough GPA requirement and I'm right on the edge.
If I don't do well, I think I could lose it before I even see the
first check, which would really suck."
"Ouch. They can do that?" Carson
wondered.
"It's a private scholarship, so yeah.
Anyway, I was wondering if you might be willing to give me a hand
studying for it. I know you're probably pretty busy studying
for all the finals next week, so it's totally cool if
you can't;"
"No, no," he said, a little
flustered. "I'd be happy to help."
"Great! I figured, since you've
practically carried me through a few of these labs already, you'd be
my best hope."
Emmy, for her part, looked a little sheepish at
having to admit to her shortcoming. It was a look that
Carson found both endearing and completely at odds with the woman
exuding self-confidence yesterday by the pool.
"Thanks, I guess," he said, feeling
dumb the way it came out. "Sure hope I don't let you down.
When did you want to study?"
"Are You free after school today?"
"Uh, sure," he said, though
he wasn't thinking clearly enough to remember if
he actually had any other plans or not.
"We could do it at my house, if you want,"
she said. 'Where I like to get naked,'
Carson heard in the back of
his head, the unspoken follow up to that sentence.
"Okay," he said, his voice cracking.
"Here," she said, grabbing a scrap of
paper and writing as she gave him directions. " off County Road
4129."
"Yeah, I know where that is," he said
as he took the scrap.
Emmy raised her eyes at that. "You do?"
"Yeah," he said, trying not to get
flustered. "My best friend lives out there. Not the
easiest place to find unless you know where it is. I think he's just
north of you."
"No, it's not the easiest to get to, But I
love not living in a gated community, Like we did in Humble."
she said, a curiously satisfied look crossing her face, before
quickly vanishing. "I'll be home by four, so any time after that
is fine. Probably sooner is better than later. Call if anything comes
up."
"Right," he said, noticing
that she'd written her phone number beneath the address.
"I'll shoot for four then."
"Great, see ya then!"
Carson nodded and watched dumbly as she headed
for the classroom exit. His gaze was helplessly drawn to her butt and
the memory of seeing it bare. He might have survived their time
together in the lab, but he wasn't so sure he would be able
to make it through a one on one study session alone with
her. He swallowed hard and pocketed the slip of paper.
INVITED TO EMMY'S SECLUDED HOME.
For most of the drive over to Emmy's house,
Carson's imagination wildly speculated on how he would
react if she were to answer the door naked. It was the sort of
fantasy that would probably unhinge him if ever he faced it
in reality. Still, he worked mightily to convince himself that she
would be nothing other than ordinary during his time there.
Quashing the last twinge of trepidation, he
climbed the spacious front porch and pressed the doorbell. Emmy,
still dressed in her school clothes, answered a few moments later and
welcomed him inside. To his relief, she seemed almost as nervous
as he was; the same sort of jitters he got the few times he had
previously visited a girlfriend's house for the first time.
"I thought we could just work at the
dining room table, if that's okay," she said.
"Sure," Carson said, following a step
behind while taking in the new surroundings.
The house was at least twice the size of his
parents', but it used its extra space to give the rooms vaulted
ceilings and other open areas. Skylights allowed sunlight to cast a
warm glow across the wood floors and simple artwork on the
walls added elegant splashes of color to the otherwise minimalist
furnishings. The place was neat and clean and he got the
impression that they were alone for the time being.
"Nice place," he said as they cut
through the kitchen and stopped at the broad table already covered
with her class notes.
"Thanks," she said. "It's more or l
