Naked in School
Emma Comes in from the Cold
Chapter 8
August is my birthday month. Also, Brits traditionally get a month off for holiday each year and Stuart usually took his holiday in August. In planning their holiday this year, the Marshalls included me in their discussion.
“You remember that we told you that our family’s nudist—we go to a nudist resort?” Gerry asked. “That was when we learned that Scott had been rescued and we dropped that discussion.”
“Yeah,” I replied. “The girls—Abi—was going on and on about how brill all that was.”
“Yeah and we’re going again!” Abi enthused. “We didn’t get to go at all in July this year and I miss my friends there!”
“You go a lot?” I asked.
“Every weekend!” Sam. “Mostly.”
“Oh. I hope that I haven’t been keeping you from going,” I remarked.
Stuart shook his head. “No, I’ve been busy most weekends this July and the others don’t like to go without me.”
Gerry looked at me. “You could stay with Dad for the month we’re away...”
The girls jumped up and grabbed me. “Please come! Please come!” they chorused, each one pulling on an arm.
“You’ll see, it’s ace!” Sam.
“There’s lots of things to do!” Abi.
“You’ll meet our friends. You’ll love them.” Sam.
“We swim and lay out and play games all the time.” Abi.
Of course, that was all said simultaneously so I had to parse what they said. Hmm, Einstein did some calculations involving simultaneity... oops, there I go again.
Stuart and Gerry were smiling indulgently. Andrew was looking... hopeful? anxious? He hadn’t spoken. When he saw me glance at him, he did speak.
“Erm... Emma... I would be delighted if you would come with us. You’re like part of the family now.”
Awww... I had to go over and hug the bloke.
“Well, I don’t know. Remember what I told you about that naked in high school rot. How I did everything in my power to get it stopped.”
Stuart laughed. “And you did it up royally too! Dad still can’t believe how you orchestrated that whole business—and even got the people who tried forcing you arrested! But our resort is nothing like that. Hey, first thing, it won’t be sub-freezing there!”
I laughed. “Yeah. I’m still trying to get used to the 30-degree days here.”
Didn’t have to convert for them. They were Brits and knew I meant high eighties and above.
“Wait until you feel a breeze on your bare skin when it’s 90 degrees out,” Gerry put in.
“True,” Stuart continued. “This is nothing like what I imagine that ridiculous naked school program is like. Everyone is nude at the park, not just a few selected people. Nudity’s not required, though, unless you use the pool or hot tub. Nobody stares at anyone; doing that is rude. There’s absolutely no public sexual or suggestive behavior allowed because that would get the person tossed out permanently.”
Andrew interrupted, “In the Naked in School Program that’s supposed to start at our school, they’ll be forcing kids to allow touching and groping, doing all kinds of sexual stuff, and making kids wank in front of everyone. That’s just horrid. Nothing like that happens at camp. Everybody is lovely and they look after the kids to make sure everyone is safe.”
“So if I go,” I said hesitantly, “I wouldn’t be forced to get starkers?”
“No, never,” Andrew said. “Last year a girl came, she was 16, I think, and she always wore her cozzie around the camp. She took it off to swim, but showered in private, wrapped a towel around her till she got to the pool, and slipped out of the towel into the water. After a week, I guess she saw that doing that was just silly; she was making a spectacle of herself and she saw that her modesty was attracting attention, so she dropped doing the whole hiding-herself-with-her-towel act and stopped wearing her cozzie too. She told me after that, that being the only one wearing a cozzie was more humiliating than her being starkers.”
“Oh. Ohhh...” was all I could think to say. My mind was whirling. Could I do this? The girls responded to my unspoken question. Or had I actually spoken it aloud? Maybe. Probably. Ugh.
“Sure! You can do it! There’s lots of teen girls all starkers!” Abi.
“I got all modest when my boobies came in! But it was okay!” Sam.
“Nobody stares! Everyone’s starkers, it’s so fun!” Abi.
“When you’re starkers, the air and sun on you is ace!” Sam.
“There’s so much to do, you’ll forget you don’t have clothes.” Abi.
“Everyone’s equal. Nobody looks rich or poor. All the same.” Sam.
I had a terrible time keeping track of what they were saying because it all came at once again. Apparently the parents could follow them; they had years of experience, obviously.
I tried again. “What about the pictures that get on the Web? Nobody cares about that?”
Gerry shook her head. “No pictures. No cameras. No mobiles. If you’re seen with a camera or doing anything like taking a photo with a mobile, you’ll get kicked out and the thing’s memory gets wiped. Everyone watches to make sure that rule is followed.”
“So it’s safe?” I wondered.
“Safer than anywhere in the textile world,” Andrew remarked.
“What’s textile?”
“Erm... It means like in cloth,” he answered. “Those who wear cloth. ‘Textiles’ is what we call non-nudists. So will you go with us? It would be blindin’ amazing.”
“Well... Okay. But promise you’ll protect me,” I pleaded, taking his hand.
He squeezed it and nodded at me, smiling widely, as the girls squealed (ouch, my ears) and began hopping around, then they came over to hug me, whilst Stuart and Gerry beamed at us.
“We’ll need to get permission for you,” Gerry said as she too came over to give me a little hug. “Is Scott well enough to sign a parental consent form? They are very strict about having that.”
“Sure. He’s signed other things whilst I was there visiting.”
“I’ll get a form for him to sign then. I think I can get it from the resort’s site,” she said.
Meanwhile the girls were grabbing my hands, pulling me away. They wanted to tell me all about what we would be doing at the camp. In stereo. Andrew looked at me and rolled his eyes. I mouthed back to him, “Sorry.”
Hey, I would get to spend my birthday at the resort in my birthday suit. Just how brill is that?
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The resort was only about 40 minutes away and the trip went quickly. Fortunately their seatbelts kept Sam and Abi from bouncing out of our SUV; they were fidgeting so much on the drive, but those belts sure got a workout. I had to restrain myself mightily when I found myself beginning to calculate the required tensile strength of the nylon webbing of the belts necessary to... Anyway. Okay, Emma, just stop it.
How much do you pack for a stay for a month at a resort? If it’s a nudist resort? Not much, it seems. We did have some special things to take—for example, the resort had a monthly theme night and people dressed up for that theme. Nudists love to dress up. Who knew? Weird, right?
This year August’s theme night was “Your High School Prom.” Huh. I never had one. Did my school have proms? I guess I never noticed! So the girls found a remnant of a gauzy fabric and organized a “prom dress” using it. I thought it was more like a sari and it would hide virtually nothing on me, but they insisted that it would be perfect.
Of course nobody needed bathers for swimming. I only have two cozzies; I idly wondered if they would still fit so I checked them out, just for yucks. Ugh, the one-piece I used to wear to swim in the uni’s pool was all faded and stretched out now. Into the bin with that one. And my two-piece cozzie? Hmmm, I last wore it, well, it was early last year. When I was 12. It looked so juvenile now. When I tried it on, I could barely get the stupid thing over my hips—and the top? Wait a second here. No way will this fit!
Now I started really looking at my body. Really looking—I went over to the mirror on the back of the door. Jeez, will you look at that. I hadn’t been paying much attention, but damn, my boobies have grown some; no wonder that top didn’t fit anymore. I turned sideways and checked the mirror. Crikey, not bad. My nipples are puffy and popped out and there’s a nice amount of padding of flesh under them, yep, there may even be enough here for an “A” cup. I have a small body and small chest so they kinda look bigger than they really are, I guess. Awesome... damned if they don’t have a really nice shape too. But, crikey, they’re so firm that I don’t need any support at all.
Just how much have I grown, anyway? I found a pencil and using a book as a square, I stood against the door frame and marked my head. Oops, I’m wearing sandals. Marked my head again. I found Stuart and he loaned me a tape measure. Blimey! Five feet one inch... no, one and a half (don’t laugh, those halves count too! A half inch is a whole one and a quarter centimeters, you know. Every centimeter is important!). Shit, I grew two whole inches in the year. There’s hope for me yet. Maybe the cold weather in Alaska had stunted my growth and now my body’s finally got itself unfrozen. Yep, Emma’s come in from the cold. Woah, hell, I’m chuffed with how I’m starting to grow finally.
And back in the spring, I had noticed that I’d begun growing some light brown curly hair on my mons; looking down there now, my hair’s denser and it mostly hides the skin underneath. I had already begun to shave the hair growing in my pits. My periods had started back in the late spring. Puberty, here I am! Ready for the world. I hope the world is ready for me because I wanna DO THINGS!
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Back to the present; it’s Saturday morning and we’re at the resort’s gate. Stuart drove through the gate and we’re inside the park. Oh, blimey, I’m scared!
Then I heard Andrew chuckle. “Emma, it’s okay to open your eyes now...”
“Can I? It’s not rude to look?”
Sam laughed. “Hey, you need to see where you’re going, Emma. You can look all you want. Just don’t stare.”
Emma sees a frisbee game in progress and is thunderstruck at the sight of all the flopping penises
I looked... and looked some more... ohmygod, there are naked people everywhere! Where do I look so it’s not obvious that I’m looking? How long a look is a proper look before it turns into an unacceptable look? Does the rudeness of a stare depend on the sex of the person that I’m staring at? Are there any rudeness-prevention graphs that plot the acceptable looking times of the looker versus the sex of the lookee? Cut it out, Emma. Get a hold.
Stuart and all the girls went into the office to check in. This year, Gerry had told me, they weren’t renting a camper trailer, they had organized a cabin. More room, she said. I was stood outside with Andrew whilst he was pointing out some of the resort’s features to me. Yeah, I was looking at certain other features. Just looking, I told myself. I was... no, I wasn’t staring... I think...
“Emma, close your mouth. And stop staring...” he chuckled.
Damn.
Crikey, intellectually you know that you’re gonna see naked people at a nudist resort, but the reality is, well, like a smack upside the conk. Damn, can’t help but look at those sights... boobies bobbing, arses jiggling, and goddamn, the blokes! I guess the internet doesn’t prepare you for seeing a real live penis for the very first time. And so many of them, and they’re all so different! Crikey! Who knew? How can they walk around with all that... stuff... just hanging right out there, swinging around? Doesn’t it hurt? Or get in the way? Ugh, seems like it’d be awfully uncomfortable, all that... erm... flopping around... especially whilst running... but look over there, those blokes are playing volleyball and... jumping? Diving? Blimey... Don’t wanna think about it... Sigh... I think I’m getting overwhelmed...
Stuart and Gerry reappeared with the girls in tow. They were hopping around Gerry, begging to get starkers, right now.
“Hold on, hold on. You need to help getting the car unloaded and then help Emma get used to all this, okay? She’s looking a bit...” she peered at me, “overwhelmed.”
They both giggled. Now that they could handle. They immediately determined that I would be their acclimatization project, so they agreed handily, “Great idea, Mum.” In stereo.
I swear, despite their age difference, they behaved just like twins. It was almost like they knew what each other was thinking. They completed each other’s sentences and if you asked either of them a general question they both responded in harmony, like a Greek chorus. So funny.
We found our cabin and took in our bags. This cabin was a new addition to the park and had two bedrooms and a sitting room which had a small kitchenette in the corner. A loo was off of the sitting room and it had a small stall shower.
One bedroom had a queen bed. The other was a little larger and had a queen bed and a two-level bunk bed.
Once we were settled and had put our (small amount of) clothing away and filled the pantry, fridge, and freezer with the supplies we had brought, Gerry and Stuart got the four of us together.
“We need to lay down the sleeping arrangement rules,” Gerry said. “Emma isn’t used to nudity, obviously, and certainly not used to nude people being so close to each other. Andrew, I know that you and the girls sometimes fall asleep cuddling together in the same bed and that you kids also ... well... okay. We trust you kids not to do anything against the rules we set. But I don’t know how Emma feels about seeing you cuddling the way you do.”
Gerry looked at me. “Will you be okay with my kids cuddling together?”
“Erm? They’re cuddling, like... starkers, together?” I looked at Andrew and he nodded. “Oh. Ohhh...” I whispered.
My mind whirled again. The little ball whipped around it, bounced a bit between the black and red pockets and then plonked right into the single green one as the whirling slowed down and stopped. I had bet green so... A 35-to-1 odds jackpot! So I went for it all. (Just so you know: the roulette wheel was invented by Blaise Pascal. Yep, of course he was a physicist. Just sayin’.)
“You said nudist places aren’t about sex. I can see that you all love each other very much and I know that love and sex can be different things. That’s what I’ve read on the Web. Can’t trust everything on the Web but I feel that part is right. If Andrew and the girls like to cuddle, that’s ace. Erm... would I mind it? No, I wouldn’t. Erm... but would anyone mind if... if... I got some cuddling too? I’m not interested in having sex—the rot that the Program kids had to do in a video I saw was horrid. But getting a little cuddling myself would be brill.”
I was starting to tear up.
Gerry came over and took me in her arms. “You poor thing; you’re love starved. You’ve got all that intelligence but you’ve bottled your emotions up inside you, haven’t you. This must be overwhelming for you, dear, isn’t it.”
My tears were falling now. “Yes. Yes it is. Sam and Abi have become like sisters to me and I can’t get enough of them. Their exuberance is amazing. And Andrew is brilliant—both as in ‘brill’ but he’s also smart. He’s special to me now as well.”
Now it turned into a group hug, with everyone trying for priority.
“Okay, kids. Let’s get back to where we were,” Stuart said. “Emma, you’re okay with the casual display of affection the kids have for each other, then?”
I nodded. “Yes. Very okay.”
“Hmm... Gerry, what do you say... let the kids choose their sleeping arrangements?”
I thought: wow and double wow. How many other parents would be like this?
Gerry nodded. “Okay then. You know the intimacy rules we set when we first discovered you all in bed together doing your naked cuddles... and... the other things. Same rules apply; tell them to Emma, and Emma is included as much as she is willing.”
Wow again. Triple? Then I got a sudden shock, like a jolt of reality just hit me. When I had agreed to go to the resort with them, I intuitively knew that I’d be seeing Andrew’s naked body whilst there, but that was just an abstract thought and I had never had any experience even remotely similar. The idea of my being starkers together with a boy had never even made it into my conscious thoughts—even back in Fairbanks, I knew that I wasn’t going to be prancing about starkers in school. Now my being starkers in public was about to become a reality—and—Andrew’ll be starkers too—and—ohmygod, perhaps later Andrew’s naked body’ll be close to mine, his naked skin even touching mine. Suddenly I’m feeling lightheaded. I think I’m gonna faint.
Gerry spoke again. “Dad and I are going back to our room to get ready to go out. You kids get ready too. Don’t forget the sunscreen and the towels!”
Ulp... moment of truth. What do I do...?
Andrew made a little throat-clearing sound. I looked up.
“Erm... I could go in the loo and get ready...” he began.
“...and Sam and I can go in the outer room,” Abi spoke for the two of them as Sam nodded.
I gulped. Bite the bullet. Was this how I would have felt if I had actually been forced to strip off on that far-away day in that notorious Room A103A? No, this situation didn’t have that feeling at all. All I felt from the others were love, concern, and something else. That’s crazy, it felt like impatience ... as in, “let’s get the bloomin’ show on the road.”
“Erm... no, I’m okay... I think. Let’s all stay here.”
Ohmygod. Did I really say that? I must have because we all stayed.
Bloody damn, I’ve never seen anything done so fast in my life. The girls’ clothes were gone in one eye blink. Every frikkin’ article. Whipped off. Gone. Seriously. Superheroes couldn’t have done it faster.
Wow, the girls were blindin’ CUTE! Abi was like a pixie. Not flat, her body lines weren’t straight like a prepubescent. She had begun to get that hourglass shape that comes with puberty. Her boobies were small but perky—little cones—and between her legs sat the cutest little puffy mound with a dusting of faint hairs.
And Sam? What a doll. She had—maybe small “B” cup boobies, I’m guessing, but there was more than enough to fill the cup in the bra she had whipped off. She had a sleek, curvy shape and the curly hair on her mons matched her dark blond hair.
Both girls were jiggling with impatience now. It was fascinating to see how that affected Sam’s boobies.
All that had happened in about two seconds and then I noticed that Andrew now had his shirt off. Apparently he had missed out on the speed gene. Or he was being polite. Yeah, maybe that. Hey, I was behind now—if I wait, then I become the spectacle. I don’t fancy that. So I pulled off my top and slipped my shorts off my hips, where they puddled on the floor. Now I was stood there, just wearing knickers. I don’t wear a bra; my boobies don’t need any support, although if my nipps keep poking out the way they’re starting to... Damn. Taking a deep breath, I slid my knickers down and off.
Then I nervously stood up and looked over toward Andrew. He was completely starkers now and had been watching me undress and... and... oh god, his penis was growing, pointing out from his groin, straight at me... no, it was still rising... now it’s pointing at the ceiling... blimey, it’s huge!
“Oh shit,” he said, covering that incredible, gorgeous thing with his hands. “Sorry. Oh god, I’m sorry.”
I was captivated. That was the most beautiful, glorious thing I had ever seen.
“No, that’s okay,” I choked out. “It looks... wow... erm... just splendid.”
“That’s not supposed to happen,” he groaned.
“Yeah, Andrew’s never...” Sam.
“...gotten a boner before...” Abi.
“...with just seeing us. Or with...” Sam.
“...any other girls. You’re special.” Abi.
Damn. They’re doin’ it again—finishing what each other says.
“Let me see it,” I implored. “I’m gaggin’ to see... it’s gorgeous... Come on, Andrew...”
“Please, no,” he moaned.
Sam went to him and pulled his hands away.
“Isn’t Andrew’s cock a blindin’ stunning one?” she asked me, turning his hips so that I could see it in stunning profile. “It’s much bigger than last year. It’s gotta be more than six inches now, bro, I’m guessing. You always did a crackin’ good job of controlling it around all the foxy gals here. You never popped one like that before, just from seeing a pretty girl.”
He sighed again. “Emma...you’re not just pretty... ohmygod, Emma, you’re the most... you glow... like a goddess...”
Was there another Emma in the room? Looked, nope, didn’t see one. Who’s he talking about?
I guess my face said I didn’t believe him. Abi came over to me and took my chin and raised my face to look into her eyes. I was blushing; I could feel the temperature difference between her hand and my face.
“Emma,” she said quietly. “You’re spectacular. I can see why bro sprung a hard one for you.”
“What? How? I don’t have any figure; I’m almost flat and skinny too.”
Sam smiled at me. “Is that what you think? Well, we learned that one of the best parts of nudism is that it helps you build a good body self-image and get comfortable with how you look to others. We can see that you don’t know how your body really looks—you think ‘cause you feel the same inside, that your body hasn’t changed either. You must still think you’re like a pre-teen. No way. You have the face of an angel. Your eyes always sparkle and your mouth always has this tiny grin like you’re seeing something no one else sees and you’re enjoying that thought. You seem to glow from inside and your face shows it. Don’t frown at me. Can you smile?”
I pouted.
Sam glanced at her sidekick. “Abi, do something... outrageous.”
Abi snickered, then raised her hands to her imaginary huge hooters and jiggled them, wiggling her hips and sticking her tongue out at me.
I couldn’t help it; that was pretty funny and I laughed.
“See!” Sam crowed. “Your whole face lights up when you laugh. You just sparkle. Now let’s see. You don’t think much of your body, you say. But your titties are just right, very cute, the perfect size for your chest and your nipples stick out like cute little puffy buds.
“Your waist flares out to your hips like... like almost a Barbie doll, but you aren’t that skinny. Your legs are long and sleek; that must be from your running, yes?”
I nodded, still in shock.
“Yeah. Runner’s legs. And your fanny is so cute; it’s puffy like a little peach and covered with tight curly hair—looks so soft. Your butt is a perfect bubble. You’re the whole package, and the proof is bro’s reaction. No one else has ever made him pop a hard one like you did.”
I shook my head. Unbelievable. Suddenly Stuart and Gerry came in. They were starkers, carrying towels.
“Aren’t you kids ready ye...” Stuart began and glanced at me. And turned red. “Holy fu...”
Gerry looked at me and gasped.
“What? What! Did I do something?” I nearly panicked.
Gerry took my hands. “Emma. You’re... I don’t know. Incredible. Gorgeous. Words fail.”
“See?” the girls chorused gleefully.
Gerry laughed. “Look. Andrew has a bit of a situation there, dear. Looks like Emma has the same effect on him as you, dear, but it really shows on him.”
Andrew’s face was so red now that I thought his hair would shoot up in flames.
“Sorry, Dad,” he muttered. “She’s so brilliant.”
“I agree, but you can’t go out like that, can you.”
“I know. I gotta... oh damn.”
“Need to relieve it?” Stuart asked.
Oops. Relief. That friggin’ stupid Program video I had seen flashed into my mind. Sometimes I hate having such a retentive memory. Now I have images of wanking boys taking relief floating in my mind’s eye. Using Andrew’s long, stiff, gorgeous penis. Stop! Go ‘way!
“Uuuh. Let me try to get some mental control, Dad.”
I need some of that myself, actually, I told myself sternly.
Gerry was looking at me searchingly.
“Emma, there’s something really different about you now,” she mused. “No, I don’t mean your being nude,” she giggled. “It’s about your... aura?”
I shrugged, confused. “What do you mean?”
“I took a teaching degree in uni and when I did my student teaching rotas, I saw these pupils. They were like chameleons. They blended into their surroundings and became invisible. That was you, wasn’t it. You were like that, weren’t you. You still are that way somewhat, actually.”
“Yes, miss, I did do that.”
Wow, she had switched from a mum into a teaching mistress persona so fast and I just automatically responded to her like a trained pupil.
Gerry continued, “Before now, I saw you as an ordinary looking, pretty teen girl with nice, fairly cute features. But when you shed your clothes, you obviously shed your social camouflage with them. Darling, look at you. Your personality has flowered in here now. You’ve turned into a sparkling, vivacious young woman. See the effect on my men,” she laughed and pointed.
Whilst Gerry had been speaking to me, Stuart and Andrew had been staring at me, almost glassy-eyed. Andrew was still kinda rigid down there, but Stuart... wooo, nice. He’d thickened a fair bit too. Awesome...
I shot them a look, plonked my fists on my hips, and chided them, “You said nobody stares!”
It was hysterical. They both shook themselves like wet puppies and looked down in embarrassment.
“Sorry...” Andrew said.
“Pardon...” Stuart said.
Gerry laughed. “See how the guys responded to you, Emma? Stuart? You too? Now really! Okay now, that’s enough. Kids, put on some sun lotion. We put some tubes on your night stands. And Andrew, try to get that controlled. Stuart? Jeez.”
I got a tube and started spreading the goo on my body. They thought that this old body looks that good? Amazing. Who knew? I just don’t know how to react to that idea.
Gerry broke into my thoughts. “Be sure to do the parts that don’t see the sun. Do your boobs and naughty bits. Sam, you catch Emma’s back. Then she can do yours. Abi and Andrew can help each other.” She chuckled. “Can’t have Andrew doing Emma...”
“Muuu...mmm...” Andrew whinged.
We finished and Sam handed a large towel to me. She picked up a bag, saying, “More sun lotion, tissues, and other things we might need at the pool,” she told me. “Grab your sunglasses.” Then in a soft voice, she added, “A secret. We had you get those ‘cause they’re nice and dark. That way you can stare with no one noticing.” She giggled. “Unfortunately everyone knows that secret, so if you do stare, don’t be blatant.”
In the outer room, the adults had filled a cooler with bottles of water to take.
Stuart glanced at Andrew. “Son, you still have a bit of a chubby going there. Must be a touch of pent-up demand, not seeing naked girls for a while,” he chuckled. “How about the girls go ahead to the pool and Andrew, Mum and I will stop at some of the regulars for just a bit.”
Sam and Abi each grabbed one of my hands and just about pulled me out of the cabin, giggling and chattering about how brill it is that you’re here and we’re gonna go to the pool now and you’ll get to see what that’s like and we can lay out and get tans and have all kinds of fun now and we can’t wait to see our friends and on and on... You get the picture. They were excited.
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The girls had shown me how to tie up my towel with a kind of tuck between my boobies so it hung around my body like a shoulderless strapless dress. On the way to the pool, they waved to a number of people who shouted back greetings. When we got to the pool deck, the girls told me that we needed to shower; the showers were on the side of a little concrete block building where the loo was also located. The showers are outside? Blimey, what’s that about? Other people were showering there—both men and women were showering together, but nobody paid us a bit of attention as we got soaped up and rinsed off. That was a challenging experience, though. Isn’t showering a private, single-sex thing? I thought it was. Not here, though. Men and women washing their naughty bits—outside too, where everyone could see? My head was spinning.
When we finished and walked around the side of the bath house, I saw about eight girls were stood near the pool’s shallow end; their ages ranged from about eleven to sixteen, I guessed. Wow, the screeches that the girls let out when they saw Sam and Abi coming attracted lots of attention. Everyone around the pool looked, and then laughed at the spectacle of a gaggle of teens and preteens jumping up and down and hugging each other. They were all starkers and just cavorting around with no care in the world. Amazing.
Abi had already shed her towel onto a chair and was talking to three other girls. I followed Sam’s lead and carefully spread my own towel on a vacant lounge chair, then stood back up to be introduced to the girls who were talking to Sam. Eeep. Now I’m bloody naked outside, in public. No, not naked, nude. Andrew told me that there’s really a difference. There is? Who knew? Why don’t they just use “starkers”? Means the same. Or maybe not.
There were five girls excitedly talking to Sam and me, but I had somehow fallen into my analytical mode again—looking at the girls hopping around—where does all that energy come from? These girls were so much more animated than the groups of girls I had watched interacting back in Fairbanks, with an orders of magnitude greater display of happy bouncing and jiggling going on here.
So I formulated some possible theories. One. Must be the higher temps. Of course—that makes total sense. After all, molecular motion increases as the temps go up ‘cause the molecules absorb more energy and can move faster. That’s what Amontons’s Law describes, and these girls are certainly supercharged with energy. Theory two. Fairbanks girls need to wear tons of clothes, adding to their mass, whilst these girls are naked—oops, nude. Therefore, nude girls carry less mass. Less massive objects can change direction faster than more massive ones, therefore they can jiggle faster. That’s what Newton’s First Law says. No, not about nude girls, about inertia. And speaking of jiggling, certain body parts of the girls were doing that jiggling quite nicely, thank you.
Damn, I’m doing it again. Every single bloody thing I see, I turn into an exercise in physics.
Looking at the group, I had guessed they were all my age or a bit older, based on how much their bodies had developed. Silly me. The girl whom I thought was fifteen or sixteen was actually thirteen and the youngest-looking girl was sixteen. Shame on me for coming to conclusions that weren’t based on fact.
Whilst I was being introduced and trying to cement each girl’s name into my memory, one of them, Sherrill, hissed to me, “Emma! Tone it down! Chill out!”
“Huh? What am I doing?” I asked, suddenly realizing I was starkers in the open and tried to fight off the desire to look for my towel to cover my body... where was that bloody towel?
Another girl, Wilma, I think, responded, “Sherrill’s right. You’re, um, like glowing or something. You’re kinda radiating this super-shining feeling. Everyone’s looking over here at us. You look, well, amazing, and it’s like, I don’t know, sorta like a magnet. You need to tone it down.”
Gerry had arrived with Stuart and she was walking over to us now. She had overheard Wilma talking to me.
“Wilma’s right, Sherrill. It looks like Emma has a kind of charisma that makes her stand out in a crowd. Sherrill, she really can’t turn that off; that’s her personality that glows like that. Emma, it looks like nudism has unlocked something inside you, dear. It really looks good on you. Okay, my three gals... I just wanted to tell my three girls here, Emma and my two ladies, that you should charge your lunches to our resort account. Charge what you get from the snack bar too. Okay?”
Abi and Sam chorused, “Yes, Mum!”
Emma can’t get over her fascination with penises. Here’s more to look at
Then Andrew came onto the pool deck along with five other boys, carrying their towels in hand or tossed over a shoulder. After guessing the girls’ ages wrong, I wasn’t gonna try guessing the boys’ ages now, but blimey, I couldn’t make my eyes stay up on their faces... now I knew exactly why dangling bits are called “dangling bits.” What a wicked awesome sight. I never knew that penises could be so bloody fascinating. The boys were chatting as they came toward us, penises swinging gently side to side as they walked. That was mesmerizing to see, so blinkin’ ace to watch; I felt my face break out into a wide smile as I took in that wonderful sight. This being starkers was actually such FUN! I did this little hoppy jiggling dance myself, couldn’t help it.
That’s when several of the boys glanced at me, did a double take, then stopped and began some outright gawking and I saw some interesting stirring happening down in their dangling bits, which instantly stopped dangling when they suddenly began to ... crikey, jeez ... ohmygod... wow... lookee that...
“Shit!” ... “Oh hell!” ... “Goddamn!”
Cursing, three of them dropped their towels on the deck and plunged into the pool whilst a fourth turned away, took the towel he was carrying, and hurriedly wrapped it around his waist.
Andrew came over to me, chuckling, and gave me a little side hug.
“See. I’m not the only boy you affect like that,” he whispered in my ear.
“Andrew, please! Yeah,” I glanced down, “ohmygod, look, you have a... chubby? Oh my, ha ha. You’re getting one again, too.”
He sighed and moved his towel to cover himself. Such a shame... “Emma. Please take pity.”
The other girls had obviously noticed the boys’ discomfort and began laughing at them; then, one after another, they hopped into the water to join the boys. Me? I sat on the edge and just slid into the pool. Andrew copied me, still trying to hide his thickening, which was developing quite nicely. I just loved that.
Ohmygod! The water moving against my bare skin felt incredible.
“Feels ace, right?” Andrew asked.
“Sure does.”
“Good. Let’s go join the others.”
They were all in the middle-depth area of the pool. It was actually shoulder deep for me so I breast-stroke-sloshed-walked the ten feet over to the others. The girls were still teasing the boys about how rude they were, popping those boners and all that. But all the teasing was good-natured and it looked like the kids liked each other. Andrew introduced me to his friends. They were all fourteen and fifteen years old, but the physical differences between them were just fascinating. And I had noticed some really fascinating differences between the various penises I saw, particularly their erect ones. I’ll need to ask someone—Andrew? No one else to ask, really. Then Andrew, along with a couple of girls and two boys, went over to the pool’s side in the shallow end where the water was waist deep and there was a little underwater ledge to sit on. I went along with them, whilst lost in thought, and sat.
Yet again my mind had drifted back to the Program and what it was supposed to accomplish with teenaged kids. I was actually enjoying this experience tremendously and it was completely changing my opinion about public nudity. Now, introducing nudity to teenagers suddenly didn’t seem all that bad to me, but all those blinkin’ sexual trappings that came with the Program were still horrid. Oops. Someone’s talking to me. It’s ... yeah, Stan. He was stood right in front of where I was sat on the ledge.
“Emma? Emma, you have the cutest accent. Like Andrew. England, right? Not Australia.”
“Yeah, England,” I responded and my gaze dropped.
It was shallow here and the water was totally clear. His waist was almost at my eye level, so I could see... oh my, look. Blindin’ incredible. Fascinating how rigid it looks, sticking straight out, and how it curves up, so smooth... Nothing like when it was soft... Stan saw where I was looking and blushed, then covered his bits with his hands.
“Oh god. Sorry, can’t help it. It has a mind of its own. You’re so pretty... more than pretty, you just glow, Emma. Andrew said you’re staying with him and his sisters. He’s one lucky guy.”
The other kids had moved over to us now and we got drawn into more chatting and then someone called, “Hey... let’s have a volleyball game!”
One part of the pool had a volleyball net stretched across it and the pool’s sides formed the court. We all sloshed over to that area and someone organized a ball. Then the game began. It wasn’t a real game; we just volleyed the ball back and forth without keeping score, but the antics of some of the kids were epic, like dives to reach the ball with the resulting waves swamping everyone within ten feet, or leaps to spike the ball which were followed by even more flops and huge splashes. When the ball bounced out of the pool, one or another of the boys would hop out to retrieve it and I loved watching them run away (wicked awesome arses flexing) and back (wicked awesome penises flopping). Oh jeez. Am I a pervert? No, probably just sexually repressed or something. But I’m fixating on what I see way too much, I’m sure.
Next: Emma finds that physics can be physical too and reacts with her typical methods: everything needs to be analyzed!
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