Emmy, The Class Nudist: Part 3.

Emmy, The Class Nudist: Part 3.

EMMY, THE CLASS NUDIST: PART 3. WES AND CARSON BECOME PART OF THE JACKSON CIRCLE.  Based on a post by WatchingCloud [https://www.literotica.com/authors/WatchingCloud/works/stories]. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/steamy-winter-2026/EmmyTheClassNudist3.mp3] at My First Time. [https://feeds.feedburner.com/my-first-time] [https://archive.org/download/steamy-winter-2026/EmmyTheClassNudist3.jpg] It's 7am Saturday morning. Carson is staring at his Windows XP screen saver. He's stayed up late, scouring AOL, MySpace, and even the new Facebook websites, looking for any accounts of Emmy's. He downloaded any and all photos he could find, then made a custom screensaver of Emmy's photos. Carson believes he's the luckiest guy in Texas. He's living every teen boy's wildest fantasy; a pretty teen nudist who's sexually exploring, but still a virgin; for now. What he can't figure out is; 'Why me?' Finally, he quits staring at the screensaver of 35 pics of Emmy, and he turns of the CRT monitor, to get back to his studies. Around 10 am Wes stops by and Carson's dad directs Wes to Carson's bedroom. “I want all the facts, Carson. Tell me what you did with the hottest secret nudist in the county!” “Yeah, morning. Yeah, not much I can say, Spunky. We studied, then shared a pizza and sodas.” “Hey, Carson! Its me. Don't give me the class book report. Give me the real status.!” “Okay, Spunky, I gotta say, I'm sitting here all morning trying to wrap my head around the best thing ever to happen to me.” “So she's into you? Wes cut in. “Yeah, I think we're officially a thing, at least among the two of us.” “Did she get naked again?” “I think I'll decline to answer that.” “She did! Oh my god! You friggin hit the jackpot, dude!” Carson couldn't contain his glee and his grin spread from ear to ear. “Please, Wes. I nearly blew it by being seen with you in the woods, last Wednesday. I'm not going to discuss anything that might be just as bad.” “Yeah, I'm sure she thinks I's so perverted that she won't ever want you to remain my friend.” Wes lamented. “Dude, it's the most amazing thing. It's not that she hates you seeing her naked. It's that she wants you to treat her with honor and politeness.” So when are you going to see her again? “She's gone back down to Humble, where she grew up. Her friends are graduating, today. I think she and her parents will get home tomorrow. I'm going to try to do all my prep for finals while she's gone. If I know her as we;; as I hope, she's in the back seat of her parent's Escalade, with all her textbooks., making good use of the 8 hours of weekend driving.” Just then Carson's computer speakers dinged. Then her heard 'You've got mail' and his monitor illuminated. The screensaver locked up for just a second, frezzing Emmy's close up smile, then the Windows desktop appeared. “Holy shit, dude! You've got it bad!” Wes chided. Wes saw the AOL Instant Messenger window It listed username EmiliaJack as a contact. An indicator showed a new message waiting. He clicked and her message read; “Finally driving into Humble Texas. How's your morning?” “Holy fucking fuck!” Wes was giddy. Carson responded fast; “Sitting in my room, trying to do my studying. But Wes just stopped by. We're both here.” “Hi, Wes! Glad to not see you ;)” Emmy chided him. “Oh God!” Wes said as he turned red. “Ha ha! Great line, Emmy. Actually he's upset that I'm not telling him everything about last night's study group.” “Did you tell him about a possible assignment for next weekend?” Emmy asked. “Huh?” Wes perked up. “Not yet. Like I say, he just walked in right before your message dinged me. Why don't you spell it out, now?” “Uh, sure. Okay, Wes. I have a dear friend whose graduation I'm going to, today. Next Friday she's coming up to stay the long weekend, and be at my graduation celebration. I used to go on double dates with her, and it sure would be fun to do so, again... See where I'm going?” “Holy. Shit!” Wes blurted. “Can I type, Carson?” Carson quickly typed; “Wes is going to talk to you, Here he is” Then Carson got up and Wes sat at his desk chair. “Uh, Hey Emmy. Wes here. I'm actually stunned and very interested. Why me, of all people?” “If Carson has been your friend since 1st grade, that speaks very highly of you. That's how much I respect his good judgment of character.” Emmy explained. “But after what I did just this week, and I dragged Carson into it? How can you even stand to look at me?” Wes trembled as he typed. “You accepted correction responsibly, Wes. You're not a bad guy. You're actually one of the better guys in the Lindale class of 2005.” “That's an incredibly kind thing to say, and I want to deserve it, and live up to it.” What can I do for you?” Wes typed. “Penny Martin is my best friend. We share the same values and lifestyle. Yes, that means what you hope it means. She just split with her boyfriend and is feeling a bit melancholy. I told her we need to do an old-fashion double date, together. I told her to trust me to have a great guy, eager to make sure she does.” Wes jumped up from the chair and screamed' “Yes! Yes! Thank You Jesus!” Carson sat back down and typed; “This is Carson. Wes is busy jumping on the bed and singing praises to God for his undeserved blessings.” “LOL” Emmy replied. “ROFLOL” Carson agreed. Emmy elaborated; “I know we all have our own families getting together. But sometime before She leaves on Memorial Day, the 30th, We will do something, okay? Penny's staying at my house the whole weekend.” “Sounds like a plan” Carson confirmed. Wes was finally completely winded and resumed his seat at the foot of Carson's bed. “I gotta go, we're at the high school football field now, and the seats are filling up.” “Okay, looking forward to your safe return, Emmy.” “Keep studying, Carson. Distraction happen.” And with that the conversation ended. “Crap,” Wes said. “I wish I had a phone with AIM on it.” “I wish I could afford the data charges” Carson concurred. CHAMP'S LAST BATTLE. Wes left and Carson spend most of the Saturday fully reviewing the entire list of subjects he was expecting to be tested on. On Sunday morning, Wes called at about 9am. “Hey Carson. Wes here. I'm terrified that Champ is missing. Can you maybe come help me look for him?” “Sure. I'll tell mom and Dad, and grab some breakfast. Expect me in about 35 minutes, okay?” “Thanks” Wes said with a trembling voice. Carson called Wes's cell as he drove in the driveway. Wes said he's going to wait at the pond for him to get there, then sweep the back 80 acres. The two guys spread about 100 feet apart and walked along. Occasionally they yelled; “Champ!” But with no reply. Often the stopped to listen for wimpers or distant barking. Nothing. They approached Wes's big tree stand, where he hunted deer and placed salt blocks and corn grain. Nothing. They climbed up onto the big 8 by 8 decking, and looked everywhere. Nothing. Got down and continued as far as the fence line, where a peanut field was recently planted. Then they moved laterally and reversed direction. Sweeping back near where the Jackson home was. As Carson approached, they saw scattered blood, Calling Wes over, he moved on. Soon fur could be seen in the blood. It was the color of the Gold Lab, Champ. Then Wes collapsed to the ground; “No!” he screamed, Carson saw where he was looking. It was a bloody mess. Champs mutilated body was laying in the woods, just 120 feet from Emmy's backyard pool. Carson went to Wes's side and put his arm around his shoulder. “I'm so sorry, Wes.” Wes bawled with all the agony of a grieving young man who lost his closest, most loyal friend. Once he reached a point of no more energy to wail, he got off the leaf-covered forest soil and walked over to where Champs mangled head laid, discarded. Carson approached again; “Wes, Take this time to tell Champ what you're feeling. Stay here, while I inspect the scene.” Wes wimpered and nodded. Carson walked in a circle around the bloody mess. Each full circle was followed by another at a 20 foot wider circumference. After 4 circles he returned to Wes. As he came near, Wes was telling Champ a story from several memorable adventures that the boy and his dog had lived, together. Carson sat on the ground, about 20 feet away resting his back against a tree trunk. He listened to maybe three more stories. Then Wes turned to Carson, and waited to hear what Carson had to say. “Wes, Champ killed a massive Razerback, but died in the battle. I don't know where that monster came from, but this is the last forest that beast will terrorize, thanks to Champ. That razorback's corpse is just on the other side of that scrub brush with a huge dog bite in his throat. I'm guessing the monster blood out slower than Champ, But he's just as dead, now.” “Wow!” Wes surmised. If a hero is going to die, the most noble death is while slaying a dragon.” “Well said,” Carson commended his best friend. “We need to get a hold of the Jacksons. Their place is going to stink bad if we don't have a burial real soon. “ Carson called Emmy and told her, first. He'd taken several pics of the gory site and told Emmy he'd email them when he got home. “Let me talk to my folks. Can you say there for a bit, and We'll call you back?” Emmy arranged. IN BUSINESS WITH DOUG JACKSON. In a few minutes, Emmy's dad called; “Carson, It's Doug Jackson. We're so sorry to hear of the loss. Wes had a great dog. The Lab came by several times last fall, when we were at the construction site. Dog's like Champ are, well ; the best friend a guy like Wes can have.” Carson had hit the speakerphone button and Wes heard most of that. Wes teared up again, hearing a stranger's tribute to his faithful dog. “So the woods are a carcass-strewn mess, and nothing stinks like rotting pig.” Doug redirected the discussion. “Do you know anyone who can handle a skid-steer, backhoe, and ATV?” “I'm fairly competent on all three;” Wes volunteered. “Wes, is that you;” Doug said, upon hearing a different voice. “Yes sir.” “Oh, Wes; I hope my words weren't too stressful for you to hear?” Doug inquired. “It was the kindest eulogy I could hope for, sir.” “I'm sorry I haven't come by to pay your family a visit, Wes. I kept meaning to, since we're neighbors, according to Emmy. But listen, I've seen you a few times. You look like an able fella. I'm going to have my site supervisor haul some heavy equipment out to the place on a fifth wheel trailer. I'd love to hire someone to give both animals a proper burial as soon as possible. The decay will stink by tomorrow. We have a beg graduation event next weekend and I'm willing to pay overtime wages if you're available, today? “Uh, I think I need to do it, sir. For Champ.” Doug spelled out the terms completed the call. Carson took Wes and they walked back through the woods, back to Carson's house. They relived the grieving stages when retelling Wes's parents and siblings. Carson was busy frying up eggs and bacon, then the boys ate a full meal. Doug called back while they ate, informing them the equipment will be in the driveway at 12:30pm. Carson and Wes were there to meet the diver and get briefed on proper operations, then too then keys. Driving around the furthest perimeter, they approached the bloody scene with the backhoe and skid steer. Wes dug a separate grave for Champ, under a nearby beautiful tall pine tree. Carson scraped up the ground anywhere he saw signs of Champ's dissected body parts. Meanwhile Wes dug a bigger grave hole for the monster. There's no way Wes would desecrate Champs grave with such an evil creature. Carson was still finishing smooth the grave over Champs buried body when Wes had the bigger second hole prepared. As Carson's skid-steer crawled toward the backhoe, he saw Wes using the bucket to take out his rage on the big black devil. As Wes saw Carson approach his trance was broken and he made one large sweep, scooping the razorback and tumbling the corpse into the big grave. Then he retreated the backhoe and retraced his rout around the property, to avoid harming the fresh new sod. Back at the drive, he parked on the gravel side shoulder, then pulled out a garden hose and sprayed the equipment clean. Carson arrived in the skid-steer while the backhoe was getting washed. Within 10 minutes the job was done. They called Doug and reported on the completion. Doug told Wes he'd come buy to get the keys at his place, plus apologize for a terrible disrespect in not coming by sooner. Carson and Emmy returned to their books in prep for the college-level exams in the days ahead. HOGS GET HARVESTED. When Mr. Doug Jackson finished unpacking from the trip, he and Donna arrived at the Hernandez home, They came with a sympathy card and a pie, which they'd picked up at a Tyler supermarket. The Hernandez family was gracious even in their grief. Doug turned to topic to the growing feral pig problem. He drew some diagrams of some traps he knew worked well in the coastal areas, down near Houston. Doug, Wes, and Mr Hernandez discussed a strategy for eradicating the hogs. Finally, Doug turned to Wes. Handing him and envelop, he said; “Here's the fee we agreed upon. I walked through the area while the girls unloaded. You guys did a professional job without ripping up my lawn. I threw in an extra $100 each for you and Carson.” Wes thanked him and said it was a great honor to get to bury Champ, himself. “Now I want to talk about another possible venture. Can I contract with you, to implement this hog eradication plan?” “I'm listening.” Wes looked Doug in the eye. “Okay, I'll list the steps as I comprehend them. Jump in if I miss something. One. We get an ATV, with a flatbed, and a power T-post driver. Two. We haul Hog fencing, T-posts, and feed corn out to certain selected sites where we want to trap hogs. The Coral traps are the lowest maintenance and most proven design. I want to try that first. Three. we install the circular, spring-gate corals, and set the bait. Four. Each morning, you check all the corals, with your firearm. Any trapped ferals are shot and left til after school's done. Five. After school, you come back and drag out the dead pigs and take a photo of the kill, then bury them before nightfall. I will pay you and your construction team an hourly rate to erect the corals. You pick the team wisely. I will pay a set price for each hog, and a bonus for expediency. The first five in a week gets you a set rate. The next five, in addition to the first five, gets you an even higher rate. I'm asking you to work yourself out of a job. And if you're a productive worker, you'll never lack for a good-paying job.” Wes nodded and said nothing. “Did I miss anything?” Doug looked at Wes, then his father. “Mr. Hernandez added; “Mr. Jackson. What you are proposing to do, is a great service to this part of the county. If your work is backed up with follow-through, you will be a popular man, and a leading candidate for County Commissioner.” Doug chuckled. “Neighbor, My daughter speaks well of your son and his friend, Carson. I suspect that's because the boys come from good families and proper up-bringing. I think you and I are both contributing what God has blessed us with.” That brought a smile to Mr. Hernandez and he stood and shook Doug's hand. “I will leave you and Wes to negotiate the rates and finish up. It is an honor to meet your, Mr. Jackson. And an even bigger honor to be your good neighbor.” The next day, Monday, Wes left school and stopped by the wireless store to pick up the business phone that Doug had included on the deal. Then he arrived home in time to haul the posts, fence panels, and other equipment out to the two best sites he'd picked. He drove a center stake and with a string he walked a circle, using orange spraypaint to mark a layout. Then he measure the spots to set T-posts and lastly he fired up the power drive, to drive the 8 foot posts down 3 feet. The next morning, his dad helped him fasten the first corral. They decided to spread seed corn outside the spring-gate, and more in the middle of the coral. They headed into town for dad's job and Wes's classes. It was Tuesday, after classes, when Wes saw his first 3 trapped hogs. He executed them and came back with the backhoe. He spent the next 3 hours digging a long enough trench grave to handle 100 hog burials. Having another hour of daylight, He went to the other site and dug that trench grave even though that coral was not yet erected. On Wednesday morning, the 2nd coral was made operational. Now the heavy work was done. He kept the skid-steer and ATV machines, but had the backhoe returned to the company. By Thursday morning they realized the biggest hogs were jumping the 60 inch high fence. He was eradicating most of the ferals, but He's have to hunt the big trophy hogs the old fashion way. He was now spending an hour each morning, and another hour each evening. He was making more weekly income as a contract trapper, than any of his classmates were earning in retail. BEULLER DAY. Wes was not trying to be like Emmy and Carson, at school. Wes took practical classes and had no problem attaining a 3 point 4 GPA. Carson and Emmy had GPA numbers above 4 point 1. But they all were wise enough to know character is not an intellectual pursuit. The best friends are the ones with integrity, regardless of intelligence. Thursday was the last day of classes, for the seniors. That's when all the test scores came back. Emmy and Carson were ready for a much-deserved time of unwine ding. Last Friday they talked about a Monday date night. But it made more sense to Make the Bueller Day event their best plan for the official first date. That left them better prepared for Finals and achieving their best legacy in academics. Thursday night, Carson had dinner with the Jacksons. It was a very relaxed and fun time. After helping pick up the table, Emmy and Carson went to the drive-in movie. The movie didn't start til about 9pm, but all the senors were doing various tailgate party games. Carson parked the car near the back, then he and Emmy walked down front where Frisbees and footballs were being tossed. A sand volleyball court was full of several classmates. Carson and Emmy soon became the buzz of the gossip girls. The class of 2005 latest couple, were two brainiacs who had no past dating history. The couple held hands and visited several happy classmates. Janet Holmann finally came up to Carson and said; “You know, Carson, most people don't wait til the end of high school, to get a high school sweetheart.” “Oh,” Carson contemplated. “Then I guess Emmy and I aren't most people.” he added with a smile. Just then Tom Bierman's back hatch opened up and his stereo cranked out; 'School's Out For Summer, ' by Alice Cooper. A flash mob of seniors gathered around and danced with abandon as they celebrated the biggest shared achievement of their lives. The song ended and Pink Floyd's Brick in the Wall serenaded the dancing seniors. Wes showed up just then, and Emmy went over to give him a big hug. “I'm deeply sorry for your loss, Wes. Dad tells me you're teaming up with him to protect the township?” “Hi, Emmy. Your dad's being too modest. Truth is, he's paying me to exact revenge of the whole village of feral hogs.” “Well, I want to thank you for cleaning up my back yard. You are coming to my place tomorrow? I have a friend who's hoping so?” “Yes, I'll be there. And this time I'll come from the front, not the back.

Emmy, The Class Nudist: Part 2.

EMMY, THE CLASS NUDIST: PART 2. EMMY GAINS A NEW NUDIST FRIEND.  Based on a post by WatchingCloud [https://www.literotica.com/authors/WatchingCloud/works/stories]. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/steamy-winter-2026/EmmyTheClassNudist2.mp3] at My First Time. [https://feeds.feedburner.com/my-first-time] [https://archive.org/download/steamy-winter-2026/EmmyTheClassNudist2.jpg] Carson climbed the couple steps, feeling the abrasive texture of the springy board beneath his feet. The pool itself, lit by underwater lights, was particularly gorgeous and inviting at night. He glanced back at Emmy and found her smiling and waiting with her arms crossed. He sighed, took a quick approach to the end, bounced twice to get some elevation and then leaped off the end to land in a classic cannonball. The water was cool, but not near as bad as he had feared. By the time he surfaced, pulling himself clear of the diving area, he was already feeling comfortable.  He turned back and watched as Emmy focused herself on the board, staring off in the distance. She took a few confident steps toward the end and bounced like a professional before launching herself into the air. Carson couldn't help but watch the way her free tits bounced wildly, making him wonder if it might be uncomfortable to do that sort of thing without a swimsuit. Emmy flew into the air with her arms extended above her, then folded neatly in half and extended once again as she entered the water head first in a smooth line. It was simple, but elegant.  "Show off," Carson said when Emmy surfaced next to him.  "Whatever," she said as she ran her fingers through her hair to pull it back. "See, water's not too bad."  "Nah, it's nice. Bet this is really sweet in the summer time."  "We'll see. Only got warm enough to start using it a couple weeks ago."  For a blissful while, Carson and Emmy just aimlessly paddled around the pool while making small talk across all manner of subjects. They rarely strayed more than a few feet from one another, and occasionally brushed against one another. Carson's awareness of the girl's nudity further dissipated while she remained mostly submerged. Occasionally her tits would surface when they ventured into shallow water or she had a mind to swim on her back for a few strokes, but it was no longer a consuming distraction for him.  The one thought that kept returning to Carson through their conversation was how he regretted not having been a little more assertive in trying to get to know Emmy earlier in the semester. He hadn't been dating anyone regularly and now he discovered that they got along very easily. Never before had he been able to feel so comfortable talking to a girl he fancied, and she seemed to be just as relaxed in his presence.  "Could you excuse me for a minute? Need to hit the restroom." Carson had been fighting down the need to use the bathroom for a while, unwilling to break their rapport, but the discomfort had finally become too much of a distraction.  "Sure," she said. "I'll be here."  Carson lightly toweled off and headed inside. He knew there was a bathroom on the first floor, but it had the feel of being more of a showpiece with shell-shaped soaps and fancy hand towels than a functional facility. Instead of using that, he trotted upstairs to the bathroom across from Emmy's bedroom. He quickly relieved himself while his mind absently wondered about where this relationship might be going.  Finished, Carson stole into Emmy's room on a whim. He left the light off and peered out the back window at the pool below. Emmy was floating on her back in the middle of the water, her angelic figure dark against the blue glow of the underwater lights. It clicked in his mind that she had something he wanted, but it wasn't something she could give to him.  Carson returned to the bathroom and peeled off his shorts. He quickly wrung them out over the tub and then hung them over the edge. The cool, climate controlled air chilled his damp and now exposed nakedness. He suppressed a shiver, be it from the cold or nerves, and looked at himself in the mirror.  This was what he wanted, Carson realized as he looked at his reflection. He wanted the confidence and carefree attitude that Emmy had. It wasn't something that he was doing for her, but rather something that he needed to do for himself. Finally, he had found the courage to admit it to himself and to act upon his own desires.  As he walked back downstairs, Carson again had to fight down his agitated nerves. This time, however, it had very little to do with being nude. Granted, he was a little nervous at the prospect that Emmy's parents might come home at any time and disapprove. What really made him nervous, however, was the possibility that Emmy might take his sudden change of heart to be some sort of sexual overture toward her rather than an awakening in himself. The last thing he wanted was to come across to her as overly needy or desperate.  Carson paused before opening the doors to the patio. If he was going to change his mind and chicken out, this was his last opportunity. He caught a glimpse of Emmy slowly drifting along in the water and decided that there was no going back. He slid the door open and walked out into the warm evening air.  He walked toward the pool as casually as he could manage, neither in a hurry to hide in the water nor slowly in an effort to be seen. Emmy did notice him and paused in her swimming to face him. He could tell that she looked him up and down for just the briefest of moments, though her expression didn't change for a moment as she did so.  "As long as you're out, would you mind grabbing the beach ball?" That Emmy didn't even mention his nudity was an incredible relief to him. He wanted it to be no different than what she was used to; a non-factor. So far, so good.  "Sure," he said, heading over toward the bin with the pool toys and grabbing the requested ball.  "Thanks," she said, catching it as he tossed it to her.  Carson hopped into the pool from the side and let the cool water wash over him. The feeling of water moving over and around his scrotum unimpeded was a novel one. He found that the sense of freedom and weightlessness was rather enjoyable, enough so that he would likely miss it in the future when he had to swim properly clothed.  "Incoming," Emmy said, tossing him the ball from across the pool. Carson batted it back and soon they were engaged in a playful game of trying to keep it aloft without holding onto it. Soon after they had the knack of it down, they started intentionally making the return hits from the other more challenging, forcing wild lunges with splashing and submersion increasingly required.  Carson followed an errant ball into the deeper end of the pool. Rather than sending it back into play, however, he heaved himself up on the ball, wrapped his arms around it, and half submerged it as he used it as a floatation device. He glanced back at Emmy as he slowly started to paddle further away.  "Hey, where are you going with my ball?" she said playfully.  "Oh, just out and about," he said. "You sent me this way, after all."  Emmy swam after him and quickly caught up. She positioned herself on the opposite side of the ball and wrapped her arms around it as well, overlapping his. Their heads were scarcely a foot apart as they rested their chins on the ball and their feet occasionally brushed one another as they lazily swung them around for stability.  "Kinda nice to just float around sometimes," Emmy said.  "Yeah, especially after you had me running all over the place after the ball."  "Like you weren't doing the same to me."  "Whatever."  "I noticed you seem to have lost something while you were inside," Emmy said, innocently enough that she was clearly trying to broach the subject without making a deal out of it.  "Yeah, funny thing that," Carson said. "I know I had some inhibitions when I went in there and, you know, they just seem to have gotten misplaced."  Emmy joined him in smiling at his joke. "I'll keep an eye out for them," she said. "And, if I do find them, I'll see to it they're never heard from again."  "Thanks. Seriously, though, it was something I realized I wanted to do after seeing how comfortable you could be with it. Just took me a little longer to accept it myself."  "That's great. I'm really proud of you. It's not something that people can come to very easily if they weren't raised doing it."  "I'm sure. Granted, it's not like I'm doing this in front of a whole bunch of people or anything."  "Honestly, I think it's easier when there are lots of people around," Emmy said. "You feel more like part of the crowd rather than an individual. Not the easiest thing to describe, I guess."  "I suppose I could see that," Carson said. "Well, at least as long as most everyone else was also naked."  "I hope you didn't feel like I was pressuring you or anything."  "No, not at all. If anything, you were almost too casual about it. I like you enough that I think I'd have done just about anything you asked."  CANDID CONFESSIONS. Emmy appeared to blush. "You like me, huh?"  "Yeah."  "Good."  "Good?"  "Yeah, cuz I like you too. And I'm really glad you came over."  "Me too."  An awkward silence descended between the two of them as they just floated there lazily, gazing into one-another's eyes. Carson wondered if they might have snapped the magical spell of their budding relationship by being just a little too forthcoming with their feelings so soon. The little smile that cracked in the corner of Emmy's mouth allayed his fears, though.  "So, you'd have done just about anything I asked?" Emmy raised a curious eyebrow at him.  "Yeah, probably," Carson said.  "What if I'd asked you to kiss me?"  Carson's heart skipped a beat, even as he thought he heard a nervous crack in Emmy's voice when she asked the question. They both wanted it and she was at least brave enough to bring it up.  "I'd certainly have done that," Carson said, trying to sound far smoother than he felt.  Subconsciously or not, the gap between their faces across the beach ball had slowly closed until they were now just inches apart. Below the ball, when their feet brushed together, the contact lingered longer and longer. Carson was acutely aware that the back of his hands around the far side of the ball were in constant contact with her chest, just below her tits.  "Would you?" Emmy began to say.  Carson leaned forward and Emmy did so as well, their lips meeting and muffling anything else she might have said. Their kisses were light and tentative, just brushing the outside of their lips together with varying pressure and for increasing duration. He felt her mouth open slightly and their tongues soon began a similar slow dance of exploration.  After several blissful minutes of silent kissing, Carson found his neck getting sore from the awkward position leaning across the beach ball. He broke off the kiss and they shyly looked at one another. Both were grinning enough to let the other know that this was a very okay thing that was happening between them. Carson tossed the ball out of the pool, leaving them holding hands while using their feet to tread water in the deeper part of the pool.  "Maybe we should go somewhere we can stand, so we don't drown," Emmy said, barely above a whisper.  Hand in hand, they swam toward the midpoint of the pool where they both could comfortably touch the bottom. Immediately, they were kissing again, this time with their arms wrapped around one another. Carson was intensely aware that his growing erection was bumping up against her waist and he hoped that she wouldn't be bothered by the uncontrollable reaction.  For several blissful minutes, they simply held one another and kissed, reveling in the nuances of one another's taste and feel. Carson resisted the urge to let his hands roam her body, instead keeping them safely on her back and occasionally daring to massage her ass. Making out with a girl for the first time while nude was entirely new territory for him, and he was inclined to let her take the lead in establishing what sort of contact was okay. As long as she was only engaging in kissing and holding, then he would do the same.  "You know, you're a pretty good kisser," Emmy said when they both finally came up for a breather. The way her eyes sparkled made Carson's heart flutter.  "You're not," he said.  "What?" Emmy's eyes went wide as she pushed away from him.  "No, you're not pretty good. You're fantastic."  "Dork," she said, splashing him in the face with water.  Carson laughed and dove under the water, swimming back toward Emmy until he was able to wrap an arm around her waist. He surfaced, picking her up with him and tossing her a short distance away as she yelped in surprise.  "How dare you?" she said in mock anger once she had wiped the water from her eyes.  "Hey, you started it," he said.  Emmy rolled her eyes. "I need a drink," she said. "You want anything?"  Carson felt a little disappointed in that she seemed to be signaling an end to their little make out session. Still, he had hopes it was just the beginning of something bigger and better. He just had to make sure he could find the restraint to take it slow.  "Yeah, sure," he said. "I'll come along."  Carson followed Emmy as she climbed out of the pool and walked over to her towel. For having spent the last hour with her naked, she had been under water for most of the time. Now, after their make out and the attending surge of hormones, he was unable to take his eyes off her. She would never make it a model, but to his eyes she was wonderfully attractive and desirable; particularly in her self-assuredness.  Watching her towel off was even more enjoyable than watching her walk. The way her curves moved as she touched herself through the terrycloth was riveting. Under his own towel, he tried in vain to calm down his erection that had sprung back to life after almost relaxing prior to exiting the pool.  "Might want to be careful where you point that thing," Emmy said while he was busy toweling off his hair.  Carson flushed with embarrassment when he realized that she was looking at his cock and smiling wryly. He still didn't know where the boundaries of propriety sat between them and was worried that his body had led him over the line.  "I'm sorry," he said, weakly trying to cover himself with his towel.  "No, no, don't be," she said, the tone of her voice abruptly changing to one of guilt. "I'm sorry. It's rude to point out that sort of thing."  "Just, well, it's not something I can really control," he said.  "I know," she said. "And I'm sorry I said anything. Really, I don't mind. At all."  Carson stood frozen as Emmy reached for his towel and tossed it aside on a lounge chair. She looked blatantly at his cock which twitched slightly as it pointed straight at her. Biting her lower lip, she reached out and gently ran the tips of her fingers along the underside of its length. Carson gasped involuntarily at the surge of accompanying sensation.  "Guess the usual nudist rules don't exactly have to apply right now," she said. "Not when we're alone."  "Does this sort of thing happen often to guys? You know, like at the camps and things you do?"  "No," she said. "Well, not real often, anyway. It does once in a while, though, and it's considered rude to make a big deal of it. Usually, it'll settle back down quickly enough. I think it's probably easier for guys to stay relaxed when in bigger groups of people just hanging out than when alone and; well, making out."  "Yeah, I would imagine so," he said.  Emmy let her fingers drop from him, though she almost seemed a little reluctant in doing so. "Sorry, I didn't really mean to get you so worked up. I did want to kiss you. Guess I shouldn't have been surprised at anything else since we are naked and all."  "New experience for me," he said.  "Me too."  "Really?"  "Well, the making out part," Emmy said. She nodded her head toward the door and led the way back to the house. "Not that I haven't made out before, but I just haven't done it while naked with a guy."  "So, you haven't had any boyfriends from any of the nudist groups?"  "Nah. Couple guys have hit on me and I'm fine with hanging out with them and all, but I wasn't really up for more than that."  "So I'm your first."  "Yup."  "Firsts all around tonight, then." In a way, Carson found the revelation to put him much more at ease about the whole nudity aspect of the evening to know they were both in somewhat unfamiliar territory. At least they were doing it together, and so far it was going pretty darn well.  Emmy poured two glasses of lemonade and they both quickly drained and refilled them. Carson leaned casually against one of the kitchen counter tops, marveling at how surreal and yet wonderful this evening had ended up. Three days ago, it idea of pleasantly chit chatting in Emmy's kitchen, both nude, was inconceivable. It was all he could do not to smile uncontrollably at the strange twists of fate.      The sound of a door opening somewhere in the house startled Carson, effectively deflating what little was left of his relaxing erection. Emmy recognized his immediate discomfort and quickly placed a reassuring hand on his arm.  "Just my parents getting back from their show," she said.  "And they'll be okay with this?" Even for a family of nudists, he found it difficult to wrap his mind around the idea that the parents of a teenage daughter would be okay with finding her hanging out with a naked boy in the middle of the kitchen. She might be legally an adult, but not by much.  "Yeah," she said. "Just relax and don't make a big deal of it."  Emmy made it sound so easy, but Carson could tell that she understood his discomfort and sympathized. Moments later, her parents walked into the kitchen, still dressed up nicely from their evening out. It required every bit of his nerve to just stand there and act like there was nothing out of sorts while they took in the scene. To his amazement, neither blinked twice.  "Hello Carson," her father said. "Nice to see you again."  "You too, sir," Carson managed to say, giving an abbreviated wave.  "How did the studying go?" her mother asked.  "Went very well," Emmy said. "We got through all the material by dinner."  "That's great," her mother said, giving Carson an appreciative smile. "It was so nice of you to help out, especially this close to finals when you probably have studying of your own to do."  "It was no problem," Carson said. "If anything, it was probably more useful to me than just s

Emmy, The Class Nudist: Part 1.

EMMY, THE CLASS NUDIST: PART 1. CARSON DISCOVERS THE SECRET SIDE TO HIS CHEMISTRY LAB PARTNER.  Based on a post by WatchingCloud [https://www.literotica.com/authors/WatchingCloud/works/stories]. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/steamy-winter-2026/EmmyTheClassNudist1.mp3] at My First Time. [https://feeds.feedburner.com/my-first-time] [https://archive.org/download/steamy-winter-2026/EmmyTheClassNudist1.jpg] "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

The Beverage Cart Girl

THE BEVERAGE CART GIRL A COED S SIDE JOB BECOMES AN EDUCATION IN TUMULTUOUS LUST. by Ramone Quides [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=6130415&page=submissions]- listen to the podcast [https://archive.org/download/summer-shorts/BeverageCartGirl.mp3] on Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/Steamy-Stories]. [https://archive.org/download/summer-shorts/BeverageCartGirl.jpg] My folks recently moved to a large property in the hills outside of a major city. I thought it would be cool living in this urban setting not too far from the college I attended, but I soon found I needed to supplement both my time and pocketbook. One of my classmates mentioned a nearby golf course was looking for a beer cart girl. Her friend had worked there while in school, and said it was easy making good tip money, so long as you knew how to play the boys right . Tammy, most of them like cute/sexy , she said. Chat em up, laugh at their dumb jokes, but cut them off if they get out of line. And most of all, wear clothes that show off that tight little body of yours. The last comment felt vague to me. I was hardly one to have to fend off many boys through high school. I was slim yet strong, having run cross country and hurdles. My body had stopped growing at 5'1" and a lithesome 32A-22-33 figure, and I considered myself plain. It didn t help that my dad was the weightlifting coach and put the fear of God into suitors. Since I had little experience around older men like the ones I d encounter, she ran me through some scenarios to help me get the feel of it. It all seemed pretty simple, so I applied for it and got the job. At first it was OK. Sure, I would get bored hearing their dumb stories and comments, but the tips made up for it as I followed my classmate s suggestions. After a while I became more comfortable with role playing and started buying cuter outfits while honing my skills at flirting with these guys. Truth be told, most were easy to manipulate, and I found pleasure in seeing just how much tip money I could extract from them. As the next semester came around, my available days changed. I was disappointed to lose Ladies Wednesdays and hearing all about the goings on, especially when it came to the salacious trysts among the members. These ladies knew all, and I began to understand the critical value of discretion. The rundown on who was sedate, who was fun and playful, and who was a Lothario helped me proactively manage my interactions with them while maximizing my income. They taught me some tricks as well, confiding in me that wimpy men would spend more on you just for the pleasure of your time and company. Greg West is known to dole out hundreds just to be near a woman, Margie told me once. That poor sap! He s not bad looking, and with a little confidence and guidance could be getting laid once in a while. Rita chimed in. What will your workdays be now? Tuesdays, Fridays and the weekends. You ll enjoy Tuesdays for sure, she responded. There s a foursome of eye candy that any woman would love to wrap themselves around. All four at once would be dee-liciuos! I wouldn t be surprised if they ve pulled that off more than once. Who are they? Phil, Steve, Ralph and Gerry. We call them the surf brats. That s how they met and became friends. But beware, they re well-seasoned. You ll have to be in top form around them. I was certainly interested in seeing what these four were about. It wasn t long before the surf brats and I crossed paths. As described, they were thirty-somethings that were athletic and fun. I confirmed that they swam and surfed together back in college, and by the looks of their physiques had kept it up, much to the pleasure of the women I would see swooning over them at the club. I was especially interested in Gerry. He was about 6 tall, with that strong, tapered swimmer s body that looked scintillating. I found myself looking forward to their company, even dressing special just for them, but Gerry s eyes and voice cut through all that, like he knew there was lust beginning the brew within me. And he d be right. Those eyes both melted and moistened me in a way I d never felt before. On one particularly slow Tuesday I drove through a sheltered part of the course and came across Gerry alone with his bag. He was wearing a muscle shirt that highlighted his features, and those feelings rose in me again. Hi Gerry, where s your crew? I asked. They bailed on me , he replied. But Tuesdays aren t quite the same if I don t get to see what you ve prepared for me. What do you mean? I said rather coyly with a knowing grin. Exactly, he replied. I could use some Heine. I looked at him for way too long before I realized he meant beer (or so I thought), then laughed sheepishly and went to open one. The thought that he was eying me caused me to lose focus, and the unopened can slipped from my hand onto the grass. Then to make things worse I picked it up and opened it without thinking. It sprayed all over the semi-sheer top I d worn that day, highlighting the braless cami I d put on beneath and my aroused nipples. I turned towards him, raising my arms and swearing before I realized how exposed the wet clothing had made me. Flustered and embarrassed for being so obvious, I walked into the nearby washroom to clean off. As I tried to dry and settle myself, I heard Gerry near the doorway. I froze and was afraid to turn around, certain he d see my exposed, aroused state, and the desire in me. He entered the washroom, walked up to me and, for a moment, simply stared into my eyes in the mirror. I turned as if under a spell. Sensing my condition, he easily hoisted me atop the counter, and planted a long, searing kiss on my lips. Disengaging, he raised his eyebrows and head slightly, as if asking permission to proceed further. I stared deeply into those amazing eyes and slowly nodded. I was flush with desire as he pulled the wet top and cami over my head and arms, then hoisted me to him. My arms and legs instinctively wrapped around him as he began kissing and sucking my neck and breasts. My body let out a yearning moan as I pulled him tight towards me, my splayed pussy spasming with anticipation as I took in his scent. After minutes of delirious entanglement he put me down and backed away a bit. As he pulled his top over his head, I instinctively leaned forward to pull his shorts and briefs down past his thighs. His semi-erect cock and bulbous mushroom head sprung from underneath. It was as thick as my wrist and at least 8 in length. My heart swelled with unbridled lust as I dropped to my knees and stretched my mouth over its head, slurping it to rock hard rigidity before he stood me back up, spun me around and placed my outstretched arms on the wall, saying There s a better place for that right now. He lifted my skirt and slipped my panties off. Arch your ass up, he commanded. I willingly complied, aching for him to fill my depths despite apprehension that much of his massive member would fit. My two previous sexual partners hadn t had anything like his immense manhood between their legs, but my cunt was overflowing with anticipation, resolute to submit and be tamed by this beast. As I heard a condom foil being opened, he licked my pussy skillfully, causing my legs to shake involuntarily and playing me to the edge of orgasm. Elevated to the precipice of exhalation, he suddenly stopped, stood up behind me and rubbed his sheathed cock head across my steamy opening. Push back if you want this, he said. I arched my back and eased towards his waiting tool. Despite my excitement and the concern that my pussy would never submit sufficiently for his plum-like head to fit inside me, I wouldn t back down. He sensed my situation and used his thumb and forefinger to part my vulva, then grazed his blunt tip against my opening, lubricating it with my sodden wetness. I moaned in anticipation and was determined more than ever to take him into me. A resolute push popped his crown into me. I gasped fervently, then remembered where we were and placed a hand over my mouth. He eased the head out and back multiple times, teasing me while lubricating his tip, then pushed halfway in, grazing my G-spot with anticipatory delight. I yelped with pleasure as his massive girth massaged my cunt and induced copious amounts of juices to flow. I began to wriggle my hips as he returned to slow in and out motions, working together to find that perfect angle. Soon the planets aligned, and I let him know by stilling myself. He sensed this and wasted no time, sliding his entirety into me to crash against my cervix with astounding delight. The wind was knocked out of me as I cried out with pleasure, lost in abandonment from feeling so stretched and full. I was in heaven and wanted more, needed more. Regaining my breath, I began grinding back into him, slamming my cheeks against his hips while gasping hungrily for breath. I couldn t believe I d taken him entirely! That thrill and the blunt cervical contact brought me to orgasm quickly and violently, causing my legs to buckle under submission to his onslaught. He pulled out, spun me around to hoist me, and lowered me towards his glistening cock. I reached down and guided it into my wanton sex, then wrapped my legs and arms around him and began riding him unabashedly. Guttural screams filled the air as he wrenched another explosion from my cunt, my legs quaking again mercilessly. He swiftly expunged himself from me, a squelching, popping sound accompanying the sudden void he d created. As

Exchanging Addictions

EXCHANGING ADDICTIONS ISLA TRIES TO GIVE UP SMOKING... AND FINDS A NEW ADDICTION. Based on a post by DaxDante [https://www.literotica.com/authors/DaxDante/works]. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/winter-short-stories/ExchangingAddictions.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/winter-short-stories/ExchangingAddictions.jpg] PART ONE - RESOLUTION "Ugh! For fuck's sake!" Jake dashed from the living room into the kitchen. Isla stood at the counter, gripping the countertop in her hands. Her head hung, long dark hair covering her face. Her briefly focused on the roundness of her ass, bulging through her jeans. "What's wrong?" he asked, concerned for his flat-mate. "There's not a single fag in the flat! I've looked through every cupboard, every drawer!" "Well, yeah," replied Jake, relieved it wasn't something more serious. "You threw them out. Or gave them to your mates." "I know, but I thought I must have missed some! I'm never that thorough." She turned to look at him, a pleading look on her face. "You don't have any, do you?" Jake shook his head. "I haven't smoked in years, you know that." He stepped over to her, putting his hand on her slender arm. "I know it's tough, but you can make it. It's only been a week." "I know! That's what's so fucking awful! I've barely made it through a week, how can I keep this up?" Isla had given up smoking for New Year's. She'd managed to cut down from ten-a-day to five over the last few months, and thought a New Year's resolution was the perfect opportunity to give up for good. She hadn't really believed just how tough it would be. "When I was giving up," said Jake, "I was on nicotine gum for weeks. You should get some of that." "No, that's no good. It's just giving up one hook for another." "Well, you were looking for a smoke just now," he pointed out. "That doesn't count," said Isla, convincing neither herself nor her flat-mate. She'd idly picked up a pen off the counter and was flapping it about in her hand. Looking around, she absently put it in her mouth, moving it around with her tongue. Jake felt a brief surge of arousal at the sight. He and Isla had lived together for a couple of years now, matched up by a mutual friend when they both needed somewhere to live. They'd both had a few partners over that time, nothing ever lasting longer than a few months. Jake had developed a huge crush on Isla, and she knew it, but she never really minded. It was flattering, and aside from a little flirting, it never really came up. Certainly it never bothered her. Sometimes she heard Jake wanking in his room, the tell-tale slap and occasional grunt giving it away when he thought she wouldn't hear. It turned her on just a little to imagine that maybe her was thinking of her when he did that. Isla was about average height, reasonably slim, with a decent pair of tits and, she didn't mind admitting, a pretty fantastic ass. She thought she was quite pretty, and plenty of men had been into her over the years. Jake thought she was beautiful, with a stunningly gorgeous body, and he never missed an opportunity to check out her ass when she was turned away from him. For his part, Jake was fairly tall, averagely handsome, also dark-haired. He'd always wanted to be a little taller, a little more muscular, a little better looking. Isla thought he was pretty nice to look at, nothing to get in a twist about. Not that she hadn't wondered about it from time to time. She caught him watching her as she rolled the pen around her lips. "What?" "You need something to take your mind of the craving," he said. "Something to do with your hands and your mouth. If you're not going to smoke or chew gum, or use vapes or anything else you could get addicted to, you'll need something else." "Don't suggest food. I don't want to get fat." Getting fat would just make that ass bigger, thought Jake, but shook his head. "Okay... what else could you use your mouth for...?" He chuckled as the obvious suggestion popped into his head. Isla got there a split second later. "Oh, don't be disgusting!" she snapped, half-jokingly. "Well, it would be something to do with your mouth and your hands," he noted, "and you did say you enjoyed it." Ah, shit, she thought. Never get drunk and let things slip to your horny flat-mate. "I wish I'd never told you that," she said. It was true, she did really love sucking cock, but that wasn't the point. "I don't even have a boyfriend right now," she pointed out. "Like you'll ever have trouble getting one," he pointed out. Getting turned on and suddenly feeling self-conscious, he turned to leave, but couldn't resist adding, "or I could always take one for the team!" Isla sighed and shook her head, promising herself that she had to cut down the flirting she allowed between them. Still, she couldn't fail to notice the bulge in his pants just before he turned to leave. PART TWO - CIGARETTE Hours later, Isla lay on her bed, scratching at her arms and biting her lip. The craving was getting worse. She looked to her bedside table, at the collection of chewed up pens and pencils she had left in her wake. Jesus, this was getting ridiculous. It wasn't just the craving for nicotine or the sensation of a cigarette in her mouth. The conversation with Jake earlier had been running through her mind. She'd even watched some blowjob porn on her phone, silently in case he was listening, and quickly made herself come, but that had only made it worse. After another ten minutes lying there, unable to get the idea out of her head, she slapped her hands down onto the mattress and pushed herself out of bed. She stormed into the living room, where Jake was watching TV. "Okay," she said breathlessly, before she could change her mind. "Let's do it." Jake turned to her, still half-watching his show. "Do what?" "I'm going nuts in here. I've got to go back to work tomorrow and unless I think of something I'm going to be awake all night fighting these cravings." "So...?" he added, not quite able to believe what he hoped she might be getting at. She sighed anxiously. "I want you... to let me... suck your..." she stopped, an overwhelming surge of embarrassment washing over her. "Woah," said Jake, standing up, "that was just a joke. I mean, it's not that I wouldn't... you know, I would, but... wouldn't it make things weird?" She looked him in the eye, setting her face so he knew she was serious. "Right now, I don't care. You put this idea in my head, and unless I get something in my mouth, I'm going to crack. Can I do it?" Jake found himself unable say anything. Almost unthinkingly, he unzipped his pants, pulling them and his underpants down far enough that his cock, already semi-hard from the very thought of it, flopped out. Isla slowly, nervously got to her knees, looking longingly at the hardening cock. She'd often wondered what Jake's cock would be like, and he hadn't disappointed her. Now almost at full hardness, it was at least seven inches long and of a decent, solid thickness. Reaching out her right hand, she gently held it, unrolling the last of Jake's foreskin to fully reveal his swollen helmet. "Are, are we really doing this?" Jake stammered. "Shush," whispered Isla. "Don't say anything." She leaned forward, opening her mouth, extending her tongue to meet his waiting head. She'd always had a love-hate feeling for the taste of cock, that peculiar flavor, strange at the best of times, revolting at the worst, depending on the man (or, one surprising night, woman, when she'd discovered a friend of hers was trans and couldn't resist trying the experience). But there was nothing else like it, and the combination of that taste with the feel of hot, hard flesh in her mouth was unbeatable. Hell, it tasted better than cigarettes, in any case. Jake's flavor was actually pretty nice. Isla moved her tongue over the head, before bobbing back and forth on his now rock-hard cock. Jake moaned gently, which turned Isla on even more. Her cunt now slick and wet, she slipped her right hand down her pants, steadying herself with her left on the floor. Using just her head, she sucked and slurped, increasing speed and pressure as her excitement rose. It seemed like hours to both of them, but in a little under ten minutes, Jake let out a guttural grunt. His cock got somehow even harder in her mouth as it erupted, thick spunk shooting over her tongue and at the back of her throat. Gagging just a little, her fingers frantically going at her clit, Isla came, the surge of wetness matching the fluid shooting into her mouth. She involuntarily increased pressure, but the sudden hard suck was too much for Jake's tender cock and he pulled out with a gasp. Isla wiped away the trickle of saliva and semen that had escaped her mouth, pulling her other hand out of her underwear. She stood up, barely able to make Jake's eye. "Thanks," she mumbled, after swallowing. "Good night." She turned around and dashed back to her room, leaving Jake standing there, his deflated cock still hanging out and dripping. PART THREE - CIGAR The next morning, Isla got up, showered and dressed as normal, trying not to think too hard about the night before. She was always up earlier than Jake but she made sure to be prompt and quiet this morning. She couldn't believe that she'd actually done that last night. It was going to change everything between them. Flashes of it kept coming back to her: the look of his cock, the feel of it, the taste of his spunk, the noise he made when he came in her mouth. She tried hard to put it out of her mind so she could focus on the day ahead. And she still needed a fucking cigarette! The morning was tricky. Back to work after New Year was never easy, especially when you were going through the combined struggle of nicotine withdrawal and unstoppable filthy thoughts. Isla's job was basic, boring admin at an office in town, as part of a marketing company. It was dull on a good day, frustrating on a bad one, and today was somehow both. Her need for a smoke increased throughout the day. Twice she left the office to run to the newsagent, stopping herself in time and buying sweets instead of fags. Twenty minutes before the end of the day, she allowed herself to finish early and went for a "smoke break." The rest of the team were used to her doing that, and to be fair, half of them did it too. This time, though, she was just going to enjoy the brisk January air and try to get her head in order before she went home and had to face Jake again. Once upon a time there had been a smoking room in the office, a brief idea that soon became history once smoking in the workplace had been banned altogether. So now, the smokers went out onto the roof, via the fire escape. It was a shorter walk than going downstairs to the car park. Heading up to the roof, her coat and scarf tightly wrapped round her, Isla was dismayed to see Steve up there already. She knew there was a chance someone would have the same idea as her, but she'd really hoped she could have some time to herself. Instead, Steve was there, all six-foot-three of him, a tall, well-built black man dressed in a suit. He was the head of the outbound marketing team. Everyone liked him, most of the women had a bit of a thing for him. He was handsome and charming, and right now he was puffing on a cigar. Jesus Christ, I can't take this, though Isla, turning to go back inside. "Isla?" came Steve's deep voice. "You Okay?" She stopped and turned back. "Yeah, I'm fine, it's just... I'm trying to give up smoking, so being around cigar smoke is going to be too much right now." She rarely smoked them, but she preferred cigars to cigarettes. They tasted and felt better, although they could be harsh on the throat if you inhaled. "Oh, sorry," he said, stubbing the cigar out on the railing at the edge of the roof and pocketing it once he was sure it was cool. No point wasting it, thought Isla. Her eyes followed from his big hand entering his pocket to his crotch. She'd often wondered just how big Steve's cock was, and from the line of his pants it was nothing to be ashamed of. "You sure you're Okay?" She sat down on the one flimsy metal chair that furnished the roof space. "I'm struggling a bit. Giving up is harder than I thought it would be, and I've been trying to find other things to do to take over the habit." He stepped up closer to her. His crotch was now virtually eye level. "Like what?" "I can't tell you," she said, turning red with embarrassment and giggling. "Well, now I've got to know," he laughed. Fuck it, she thought. She wondered if she might be getting hysterical, but she couldn't help but tell him. "Um, I've... I've tried replacing cigarettes with... with cock." Steve burst out laughing, a surprisingly high-pitched laugh for a man with such a deep voice. "Don't take the piss," he said, smiling at her. "I'm serious!" she snapped. Stupid -- that was a perfect way out but she couldn't let someone accuse her of making shit up. "I sucked my flat-mate's cock last night because it was the only thing to take my mind off smoking." Steve stood there quietly for a moment. "Did it work?" he asked, eventually. She thought about it. "Yeah, it did. I actually felt loads better afterwards. Aside from not being able to look him in the eye." "I'm about a foot taller than you. That should make it easier to not look me in the eye." She looked up at him, disbelieving. "You mean...?" "Anything for a member of the team," he chuckled, stepping closer still. A stunned smile spreading across her face, Isla reached out for his pants, carefully unzipping his fly. "Now, please bear in mind that it is very cold out here," noted Steve. Isla reached in to his underpants and pulled out the biggest soft cock she'd ever seen. It was bigger than most erections she'd seen. "Fuck..." she gasped, "if that's what it's like when you're cold..." She rubbed Steve's fat black cock, rolling his foreskin back and forth, the heat of it a contrast against the cold air. It hardened rapidly, increasing on its already remarkable size until it was a good nine inches long, at least. Thick and with a strong vein down the side, it was the most appetizing thing Isla could remember seeing. "Fuck..." she said again, before lowering her salivating mouth onto it. Absently, she noted that Jake's tasted better, but the feel of this monster in her mouth was incredible. She sucked greedily on it, the huge head taking up half of her mouth. Carefully, she tried to take some of the shaft in, but could only manage a couple of inches. "That's it," muttered the owner of the beast, "take it all in." Isla had never really been one for deep-throating, but the idea of it had always turned her on, and she turned to it more often than not in her occasional porn viewings. The very idea of taking this massive schlong down her throat almost made her gag on its own, but at the same time, she couldn't lie to herself when her pussy was so wet at the thought of it. Gingerly, she moved her head forward, feeling that huge head pushing at the back of her throat. She gagged, pulling away, a long string of drool still connecting her lips to Steve's cock. "You can do it, baby," he crooned, putting his huge left hand on the back of her head and guiding her back. Again, she took his cock in her mouth, letting him move her head towards him. This time she was prepared, and coped with the feeling of it against her throat. Suddenly, he thrust forward, pushing past the barrier, his mighty cock sliding down her throat. She gagged again, panicking, but this only made him moan and chuckle more. "You're Okay, baby," he said. "You can take it." Forcing herself to relax, Isla let Steve thrust his enormous cock back and forth. She'd fantasized about a face-fucking like this, and now it was happening. She couldn't touch herself, holding onto Steve's legs to stop him forcing her even further onto his cock, but she was getting so turned on she thought she might come just from the sensation in her throat. Thankfully, Steve didn't last long. After no more than a couple of minutes, the feel of her tightening throat brought him to orgasm. He emptied himself directly into her throat and pulled out, saliva dripping from his big, dark cock. Isla sat there, coughing and spitting as he pulled away. Steve tucked away his cock and zipped up, before taking a handkerchief from his breast pocket and wiping his hand on it. He tossed it to Isla. "There you go babe. Clean yourself up and take an early finish." PART FOUR - MENTHOL Isla spent her evening in a daze. She said hi to Jake, but when he tried to talk to her, she made an excuse, saying she was tired from work and not feeling well and would see him later. In all fairness, it was true. She was exhausted and her throat was tender. She went to sleep quickly, obscene thoughts running through her head. The ninth of January came and went. Steve acted like nothing had happened, but said he hoped to see her on a smoke break sometime. Isla found herself eyeing up the male members of the team, the guy who came to fix the photocopier, even the bloke who ran the newsagents, her eyes drawn to their crotches. One thing she wasn't craving, though, was cigarettes... until about halfway through the tenth, when the urge to smoke overcame her again. After spending half her lunch hour trying not to think about smoking, she caved and went to the newsagent. Only a moment's walk from the office, it was always convenient, and she'd become quite chatty with the young Arabic man who worked there on weekdays. "Hi," he said, smiling at her as she came in. "You're just in time. I was going to lock up for lunch." "You don't usually do that," she pointed out. "It's been a slow day," he said. "Thought I'd make the most of it." They chatted for a bit while Isla argued with herself in her head about whether she was going to buy a pack of fags or not. "It's a shitty time of year for us," he said, defeat on his handsome features. "Everyone is on their resolutions, no one's buying booze or fags or porn. It's boring as hell." "Yeah," she admitted, "I've given up smoking." "Is that why you keep coming in and buying sweets instead of fags?" he laughed. God, he really was handsome, wasn't he? Dirty thoughts burst into her head. "What's your name?" she asked, suddenly. "Abdul," he said, "Why?" "Well, I've been coming in here for a while," she said. "About time I got to know you properly. I'm Isla." "Nice to meet you Isla. Look, do you mind if I lock up? Now that I've promised myself a break I don't want anyone else storming in. Don't worry, I'll let you out when you've bought your sweets." "Oh, don't think sweets are going to cut it today," she said, watching Abdul as he locked the door and pulled down the shutter. "What can I get you then? Are you on menthol or regular these days?" "Actually," she said, stepping closer to him, "I've been trying something else to help me kick the habit." "Sorry," he said, "we don't sell nicotine gum. We do have a few vapes though. Different flavors." "Hmm..." she said, a wicked thought crossing her mind. "Do you have any condoms?" Abdul looked puzzled, then hopeful. "Sure thing... why?" "Pick your favorite flavor," she said, "and put it on." "Are you serious?" he said, his handsome features displaying utter shock. "I'm not going to fuck you," she said, quickly, "but I really want to suck your cock." She smiled. "The condom's just for f