I was interested in one girl in particular, Becky. She was tall, almost six feet with long thin legs, a thin waist, smallish boobs and a high, tight, firm, round ass that I found incredibly sexy. She had reddish, brown long hair that came half way down her back and really feminine long fingers. Becky was really pretty, had a great smile and big brown eyes that I would do anything to stare into. Most of the guys thought she was gorgeous but didn't have the nerve to talk to her. A few of the pusher guys tried to date her but she wasn't interested. Becky joined our college class in sophomore year so I really didn't know her very well nor she me.
One day, I decided to sit across from her in the dining hall when I saw that she was alone. I decided to start a conversation and almost at once, I liked her. She was sweet without seeming to know how pretty she was. We talked through lunch and then I walked her to her next class. I saw her everyday that week for lunch and then I asked her to meet me at the pizza shop in town on Saturday afternoon. We had a great time and met a couple of kids from the college and so we hung out with them. The next couple of weeks it was the same until one Sunday afternoon after meeting for coffee around four in the afternoon and talking for an hour, she said she had to get back to her dorm. We both left the coffee shop and she grabbed her bike outside but before leaving she gave me a kiss on the cheek. I was so stunned I didn't say a thing. I remember feeling her lips kind of turn so I felt the soft inside of her lips press against my cheek. They were moist and sexy. I looked at her and she gave me a little smile before riding off. I watched her incredible ass moving up and down as she pedaled and imaged it was a naked ass.
Every Monday Becky and my class schedules were at opposites so we didn't see each other all day. I had thought about her all that Sunday and throughout Monday and couldn't wait to see her when classes finished for the day. Waiting for her at the campus store. I was growing impatient until she called my name from behind me.
"Jack, whatcha doin?" Becky said.
"Waitin for you." I said.
"How've you been?" she asked.
"Terrific!" I said.
Becky put her arms around my waist and gave me a little peck on my cheek. All of a sudden our relationship had changed and I was trying to catch up. Girls can be so hard to figure out. They'll decide things are different and so they just are. The guy is left trying to realign his world to the change in the "new girl reality". Either you get on board with the program or they get mad at you for not understanding them. We took a long leisurely walk around the campus and it was great.
With summer coming up, Becky said she wanted to visit me sometime in July.
"Becky, I haven't really told you about my family." I said.
"No, but it's why I want to spend some time with you. I would really be interested in meeting them." she said.
"Well, it's not that I have been avoiding the topic or anything, it just has never come up. Now that we seem to really like each other. You deserve to know what your getting into." I said.
"Becky, I have never been uncomfortable with my family." I said.
"Why should you?" she questioned.
"Becky, I like you a lot!" looking into her eyes, those deep brown eyes.
"Me, too. she said. I thought it would be nice to spend some time together this summer." As she said this she was playing with the buttons on my shirt.
"Well, then you need to know that my family is...." I paused trying to think of the consequences of what I was about to say. "You see we're different, I'll completely understand if you don't want to come over."
"What are you talking about, Jack? I do want to come over, I just told you I did." Becky said.
"Maybe you do and maybe you don't." was my reply.
"Jack, what's the big deal?" Becky asked.
"Becky, my family doesn't wear clothes at home, I flatly stated. No one ever wears any clothes."
"What??? You're nudists!! ....You telling me your family are nudist! she exclaimed. You're a nudist?"
The word nudist was a shock to my entire being. I had never thought of my family as nudist. Nudist were old, overweight people that lived in trailer parks in Florida and played shuffleboard. They sat around wonder why younger people didn't want to become nudists, too. Our family wasn't like that! We're free spirits, we kept alive the spirit of the 60's. Mom always said that she and dad got the idea to live their lives naked and bring up their family with total openness and honesty from watching the movie Woodstock.
"No, we're not nudist! I said. My parents believe in being totally open and honest. Not wearing clothes is part of the recipe. Mom says without clothes you are more open to the world and better able to relate to people because you are exposed to the world. That fact that we don't wear clothes is not the point of our lives, it's part of our lives. It helps create an open environment where we can relate better and be more honest with each other. Becky do you know our family almost never has any arguments. I can't even remember when my dad and mom last got mad at each other."
"Wow, I can't believe your family are nudist!" she repeated as if she hadn't heard a word I said.
"Becky, I said that we aren't." repeating the word AREN'T with emphasis.
"Hey, I'm not making fun of you, I am just SO surprised. Why didn't you ever mention this before?"
"It's not that important."
"Not important! she exclaimed. It's incredibly important. You guys are NAKED. N..A..K..E..D. How many people do that?"
"No, your missing the point, I said. It's just who we are. Some families are conservative or strict, some religious, our family is just very open and discuss everything. We are good people who happen not to wear clothes at home. You make it sound like we are weirdos."
"Jack, you yourself thought the news your family doesn't wear clothes might make me unwilling to come over. So right off the bat you were concerned enough about your family to think it would make a difference to me. Right?"
"I guess."
"So why are you shocked when I find you family's lack of clothes a surprise?"
Unfortunately, Becky's arguments did make sense so I conceded she was right but other than that I didn't know what to say. Becky broke my long pause.
"So... can I come this July?"
"You still want to?"
"Did I say I didn't and I still like you, so yes I want to come." Becky said.
"Okay, I'll talk to my Mom tonight but I can't image they would mind you staying there."
I knew mom and dad would have no problem and would be glad I was bring home a girl. How comfortable would Becky be though? I couldn't expect her to suddenly go naked but there was no question she would be exposed to plenty of it. For the first time I was torn between how I grew up and this girl that had suddenly become important to me.
"Hi, Aunt Gracie." I said when I called that evening.
"Jack. How you doin?" Aunt Gracie asked.
As I said before my aunt looked as good as any model you will find in a magazine. She is thin, well toned, has a very attractive body and is always well tanned from plenty of time sunbathing naked. Though I initially wanted to speak with mom, the image which sprang into my mind when Aunt Gracie answered the phone was the glimmering flesh of her naked body sunning in the backyard. It suddenly seemed she was the perfect person to get some perspective on my dilemma. The word NUDIST was imprinted on the front of my mind and I had to talk this out.
"Aunt Gracie, can I ask you a question?"
"Sure, Jack what's on your mind?"
"Aunt Gracie, I met this girl, Becky, and she asked if she could come over this weekend." I began.
"That's lovely, Jack!" Aunt Gracie said.
"Well, it was until, I told her about our family."
"Oh....and she doesn't want to come over now?"
"No, she's does want to come and that's the issue... but... our family threw her a bit... about our lack of clothes. Aunt Gracie she called us NUDISTS.... are we nudist?"
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