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Chapter 34 - Letting Go

When the movie ended, Tamara and Peter decided to stop off at a coffee shop for a quick latte and to discuss the movie. They were still speaking French to help Peter with learning more vocabulary, but a few idioms were still escaping him.

“C’était une douce romance,” Tamara said as she sipped her drink. “Mais je pense que toute cette nudité était un peu artificielle, tu penses?” [That was a sweet romance, but I think all that nudity was a little contrived, do you think?]

“Ouais, et comment ils font en sorte que les acteurs acceptent de faire des scènes de nu. Je suppose que les mecs doivent avoir des érections; vous remarquez comment les... um, camera angles? et les, ah... cuts? ont été faits pour suggérer plutôt que pour montrer des choses?” Peter replied. [Yeah, and how they get actors to agree to do nude scenes. I suppose the guys must get erections; you notice how the camera angles and cuts were done to suggest rather than show stuff?]

Tamara told him the words he didn’t know. Then, she asked, “Et les scènes du parc nudiste. Est-ce que ces choses étaient réelles—comme si des trucs comme ça se passaient vraiment là-bas?” [And the scenes at the nudist park. Were those real—like does stuff like that really go on there?]

Peter chuckled. “I got that, but I’m gonna give up again for now—it’s getting difficult to concentrate. English again, please?”

Tamara nodded, grinning. “But you’re getting better and that’s good.”

Peter continued, “At my resort? Stuff does go on, but in private, just like real life. A lot of the movie was just fine. The pool, the sports, stuff like that, they were okay. But even though the park in the movie was supposed to be a family resort, did you notice anyone who looked younger than their mid-twenties?”

“No, interesting. Ah, they can’t show underage nudity, I’m sure. But group sex going on in the hot tub like that? Does that happen?”

“Ha. Not that I’ve ever heard about, but it could happen. At my resort, Barbara and I do know about a few swinger couples who sometimes show up but they’re very discreet. Our hot tub isn’t in a high-traffic area, so what happens late at night—who knows? Um, if something naughty was happening regularly, we kids there would’ve found out real quick, and I never heard about anybody getting caught. Damn, but going to that place is so much fun! Oh yeah, that reminds me. I forgot to mention, but now that we’re on that topic, Barbara and I, and all of our cousins—you haven’t met any of them—plan to go to the resort for two to three weeks in mid-August. I’d like it if you’d think about going. It’s a true nudist place, not clothing-optional, and not like the resort Emma goes to where the pool and spa are the only nudity-required areas.”

“Um, I’ll need to think about it first. I may want to talk to Barbara too. And to Emma. I was kinda uncomfortable when I was at her place and visualized my stripping, so I need to find out how she did it herself.”

“Sure.”

They finished up and left for their building.

“Hey, why not stop by my apartment now and you can talk to Barbara,” Peter said as they went into their building.

But when they got to Peter’s apartment, Barbara wasn’t there.

“Guess she’s still... Oh, here’s a note from her.” Peter read the note. “Says she went home and will be back tomorrow. She needed to get one of her nice dresses for that department event she’s going to. What are you looking at...?”

Tamara had found a photo album and was leafing through it.

“What’s that doing out here? Oh, Barbara must have been looking for a picture, maybe one with the dress she went home for,” Peter said and then noticed that Tamara was looking at a page of nude photos.

“These are really nice—the place is lovely,” Tamara said. “You were how old here? Sixteen?”

He looked. “Yeah, a year or two after my Program torture began.” He looked at a few photos and shuddered. “Look at my face. Not the other parts.”

Tamara giggled, “The other parts look too good not to look at. Oh, I see. You look haggard.”

Tamara felt a wave of embarrassment and grief flow from him so she stood up and hugged him.

“Yeah, it happened and it was bad, but you’ve recovered and it’s all over,” she whispered in his ear. “I know sometimes stuff triggers bad memories but remember, just think of the present, not the past. It’s hard to learn that, but my dad told me all about his PTSD from combat and how he chases the demons away.”

She “pushed” a tiny bit of light green taste to him and he sighed.

“Ahhh, you’re doing that calming thing again. God, Tamara, you’re such a sweet doll; I don’t deserve you.”

Tamara pulled him into a kiss. “Peter, you deserve the best. I’m nowhere the best, but I hope you like me.”

“Mmmmm, I like you a whole lot and in my book, you’re way the best,” he said into her mouth as their tongues wrestled each other’s.

Tamara slipped her hands under his shirt to feel his bare skin.

“Ahh, I’ve wanted to do that ever since Emma’s barbeque,” she sighed. “And that frikkin’ movie turned me on, ‘cause it made me think of you walking around there all naked and everything.”

She pulled up on his shirt. “C’mon, take it off. I want to feel your body.”

Soon they were kissing passionately and had sunk down onto the couch. Tamara kicked off her sandals and reached down to pull off Peter’s slip-ons.

“So we won’t get the couch fabric dirty...” Tamara said between kisses.

After a minute, Peter sat up.

“This is uncomfortable, sweetheart. Would you like... I mean... is it... can we go to my room? If it’s okay?”

“Uh huh. It’s okay.”

He got up and pulled her arms up. Holding hands, they walked into Peter’s bedroom. Tamara’s heart was pounding so hard she could almost feel her eyes throb.

Will we do it, now? Will he want to? Will I want to? The thoughts raced through her head.

Tamara stopped and turned him around to face her, with the back of Peter’s legs almost touching his bed. She rubbed his bare chest sensuously, circling his nipples.

“I’ve wanted to do that ever since we were at Emma’s,” she breathed.

“You’re incredible, Tamara. I’m so lucky we met, and even luckier that you like me.”

Tamara smiled at him and caressed his cheek. “You know that we can feel each other’s emotions,” she said. “We must have been brought together for a reason. And I’m lucky that you like me.”

Peter took Tamara’s face in his hands and looked into her eyes as she looked back at him.

It’s like I’m seeing his eyes for the first time, she thought. I never realized what an intense look he has; looking in his eyes, it feels like I could fall into them, so deep and dark.

Their lips met for a kiss; gentle at first but then it grew intense. Tamara began to feel her nipples stiffening, then tingling, and a hot feeling began to flow from them downward.

Jeez, and he hasn’t even touched me yet, she thought. Please, touch me, please.

As if he could read her mind, Peter’s hand dropped to her chest and caressed her there as their kiss continued. She pushed herself into his hand to intensify the feeling.

“Tamara? Is it okay?” he asked, fingering a button on her top.

“Yeah... You can.”

Peter undid a few buttons; then Tamara grabbed the bottom hem of her top and pulled it up over her head with one movement. Then with a deft twist, she unclasped her bra and let it slip off her shoulders.

Peter pulled back and looked appreciatively. Her shapely breasts—a full B-cup, he thought—stood out proudly from her chest and her nipples poked out, looking like tall thimbles sitting on the prominent cones of her areola. Her almond skin glowed like burnished gold.

“Jesus, Tamara,” he breathed, “they’re incredible. You’re incredible. None of the naked girls in high school looked anything like you... or at the resort either...”

Tamara laughed, “Your mind was clear enough to notice their tits, then.”

“Well, yeah, um...”

She silenced him with a kiss. Then, looking him in the eyes, she slipped her hands around him, slid them under the waistband of his shorts, and grasped his buttocks. She had also wanted to do that ever since he had stripped at Emma’s. She wasn’t disappointed. She ran her palms over his smooth, silky skin and rock-hard muscles. She caressed him, sliding her hands all around his buttocks and into the crevasse between them. He sighed as her hands explored.

Meanwhile, Peter’s hands played with her breasts, his fingers tweaking her nipples. Tamara’s breathing started to become erratic.

He’s gonna make me cum just rubbing my boobies! She realized and pulled away, eliciting a complaining moan.

As she pulled away, she pulled down on his shorts and they, plus his underwear, slipped off his hips, only to get stopped by the large tent poking them out in the front.

Woo, gonna see that erection now with no water in the way! she rejoiced.

She pulled the waistbands forward and down, letting both garments fall to the floor. Peter stood there naked as Tamara feasted her eyes on his taut body. She loved his muscle definition, his sleek body lines, the way the muscles over his hips tapered in toward his groin, the way the line of light hair led the eye from his navel down to...

Ohmygod, it’s huge! And stiff and hard, curving up like that. It’s gotta be over six inches! Thick too, double his soft size?

Peter brought her out of her daze.

“That’s a real ego boost, sweetie, how you’re, um, ravishing me with your eyes. It’s just a standard-issue boy body, all average—well, a bit thin. A lot of the kids in high school looked kinda like me, a skinny geek.”

“You can’t tell me that monster’s average,” Tamara rejoined, pointing down.

Peter laughed. “Sorry, sweetheart. I’m a little less than six inches. I checked, that’s in about the 60^th percentile. The seven-inchers plus you may hear about are in the 98^th percentile. I’m close to average down there too.”

“Well, there’s nothing average about your brain, then. And that was what first attracted me to you.”

Peter laughed hard. “This is so crazy. Are we truly geeks or what? Here we are, making out like the horny kids we are, and we stop to discuss statistics? C’mere, doll. Can I do the great reveal on you? Ever since we were at Emma’s, I’ve been lusting to see all of your delicious body.”

But Tamara pulled him into a crushing hug and kiss first, reveling in the feeling of her rigid nipples boring into Peter’s chest. Then she pushed back.

“Vas-y, fais la fête,” Tamara told him, then, “Oops, ‘go ahead; have a party,’ I meant to say. When my emotions start rising, I tend to think in French.”

Peter hooked his thumbs in Tamara’s shorts and pulled them down, leaving her panties on.

“I fantasized about this, darling. I wanted to see you in panties only, first. Am I a pervert?”

“No, I think it’s cute. Maybe because it’s something forbidden. How’s this different than a bikini bottom?”

He shook his head, then ran his hands over her buttocks over the panties and she shivered.

“Wow,” she said. “I got a tingle from that. Very erotic.”

Then Peter pushed her panties down, looked at her pubis, which was closely trimmed, and sighed.

“My god, so gorgeous. Words fail me.”

They moved into another hug but this time, Tamara’s hand quested for and found Peter’s penis. She put her hand around it reverently. Her fingers barely met when she encircled its girth. Meanwhile, Peter’s hand had gently slid between her legs and his fingers pushed up into her vulva, insinuating them between her lips. She was soaked; her juices began flowing along his fingers into his palm. Then he found her clit and brushed it gently. Tamara groaned as she shuddered a little.

“Was that...?” Peter asked.

“I had a little orgasm,” she confirmed. “You’re very gentle. Learn that in the Program?”

Peter snorted. “Sure. I had lots of practice. I didn’t tell you some of the other stuff that happened. Maybe I’ll be able to soon. Being with you is healing my soul, darling.”

Tamara felt his emotions confirming his words and some tears formed unbidden in her eyes. She tamped down her empathic senses a bit to recover her erotic feelings. That’s when Peter dropped his head and began to suckle on her nipples, alternating between sides, and they stiffened and elongated even more, becoming fat, now projecting almost an inch out from their areola.

Tamara felt like another orgasm was building but she wanted to delay it, so she pushed his head away and grabbed him for another kiss. As they kissed, Peter pulled her along with him as he backed into his bed, holding her as he sat down and lay back.

“Ugh,” she grunted as she wound up flat against his chest. Then he rolled her off him onto her back with her legs hanging off the side of the bed. He moved off the bed, squatting at her knees, pushing them apart and leaning in, breathing in her scent. Tamara’s thighs were coated with a sheen of her juices.

Peter stared at the thrilling sight of her vulva. A twinge of disappointment crossed his mind that this was one of the parts of the Program that he had missed out on; exploring the vulvas of helpless girls as they lay on tables in front of classrooms... stop ... it’s just another bad memory. He wasn’t going to dwell on those memories anymore; that terror was over. He concentrated on the wonderful view in front of him.

Tamara’s outer labia were already bright pink, swollen, and had opened enough to allow the engorged inner labia to poke out. He could see the little pea-shaped bump of her clitoris peeking out from its protecting tissues. Peter leaned in and began to kiss and lick her vulva, causing Tamara to jerk and hiss with surprise.

“What are you doi—oh, shit! Oh, oh, ohmygod, oh OH!”

Peter grinned to himself and with his lips, took her clit between them and sucked lightly. She screeched. Then, using his fingers, he parted her lips and began lapping her entire perineum from her anus to her clit, over and over. He had wondered about the taste—it was a bit funky, but since it was Tamara, that was okay. He tried licking the little star of her anus, worming his tongue into it, and was rewarded by another shriek as her thighs slammed against his ears.

“Peter—that was nasty!” he heard, his ears muffled by her thighs.

So he tickled his tongue there again to see if she meant it, and Tamara’s legs spread even wider as she moaned, “Mmm... ahhhh...”

Then Peter left her anus and started lapping her vulva again, beginning at her vagina, using his flattened tongue, working it between her inner lips while stroking his fingers between her inner and outer lips. He noticed that her hymen was still intact but it only covered about half of the passage behind it. He carefully tried sliding a moistened finger through the hole but after he pushed it in an inch, he heard, “Ouch. You poked in my vaj?”

“Yeah,” his mouth muffled by her vulva. “Sorry.”

He redoubled his efforts on her vulva, doing the things that had made her squeal before and she began panting and squirming, trying to use her hands on his head to pull his mouth tighter into herself. Tamara’s vulva was so soaked now, that his fingers made squishy sounds as he caressed her; her juices were flowing so freely that little rivulets were running down her buttocks.

Tamara was moaning constantly now; her head was thrashing side to side, and she was rocking her pelvis up into his face, so Peter decided it was time to see if he could make her cum. He remembered that her clit seemed to be sensitive, so he tried sucking it in between his lips and using his tongue tip to tickle it.

Tamara began to wail, a high pitched squeal, and when Peter lightly bit her clit with his teeth, she erupted. She let out a howl and her entire lower body convulsed in a huge spasm and a little stream of earthy-tasting fluid jetted out of... where? Peter couldn’t tell because his lower face was bathed in it as he kept lightly wiggling his teeth on her clit.

Tamara howled and jerked as Peter held onto her hips, riding her through what must have been the grandmother of all orgasms. He stopped using his teeth because of her jerking and thrashing around, but he could still use his lips to latch onto her clit again and suck hard... then he thought... I’ll hum! He began humming as he sucked and ticked her clit, which was now so engorged that it was noticeably erect.

Peter could feel her orgasm go on and on as one contraction of her pelvis after another wracked her entire body. Then Tamara’s howls turned into gasps, then moans, and suddenly she lay there, inert, panting. Then a few additional shudders shook her.

Peter’s jaw ached, but he crawled up to her face and went to kiss her. She lay there, panting and glassy-eyed.

“What did you do to me?” She panted. “I never felt anything like... umpf...”

He had tried to kiss her.

“Wait, is that me on your face?”

“Uh huh. The taste is fine. It’s all you.”

“Well... try kissing again, but if I don’t like it...”

“I’ll stop.”

They kissed and Tamara didn’t pull away, although she thought her own taste was weird—like a stale dishtowel.

“Damn, sweetie, I’ve found my soul-mate,” Peter sighed, looking at his lover with an intense expression.“Je t'aime tellement que ça fait mal quand nous sommes séparés,” he said, again trying his French [I love you so much it hurts when we’re apart.] He went on, “Yeah, I love you so much—I think of you all the time too. Please tell me that you like me too.”

Tamara looked at his sad puppy-dog expression and grabbed him for another kiss.

When she pulled away, she told him, “Sure, you dummy; can’t you tell? Je t'aime aussi, mais c'est aussi agréable de l'entendre beaucoup. [I love you too, but it’s also nice to hear it a lot.] Your French is getting better; so you say that it hurts to be apart from me?”

“For sure, yeah, it hurts. And yeah, I’ll do what you said, too, and tell you I love you lots.” Peter assured her.

“So darling... just before you sent me into orbit with that golden tongue, when you got between my legs and stared at my pussy, I felt a sudden tinge of sorrow or disappointment...”

“Oh god, sweetie! Not at you! It was a shadow of a bad memory that popped up from the shit I saw in the Program. A stupid feeling about how I had missed out on lots of free sex, but as soon as that thought appeared, it was gone, thank god. What I remember from those days are hollow memories and nothing I could have possibly imagined can compare with what we just did here. You’re a sex firecracker, you know.” Peter said. “The memories are there and you’re helping me to forget how bad they were.”

Tamara grabbed him for a sympathetic hug, and after another round of hungry kissing, Peter looked at her and hesitantly asked, “Are you disturbed when I compare what I’ve seen in the Program to how you make me feel?”

“No... I think that telling me those things helps you deal with your memories, so it’s all good. But you did me so ... wow. Like you had lots of experience.”

“Other than those two Program days as a zombie, no girl has ever touched me. Our kissing before was my first truly romantic kiss. I might admit to a little Porn 101 on the internet, but that’s totally empty of feeling. About the feeling, with my empathy, I could sense your pleasure when I did stuff and your responses helped me to keep pushing your sensations higher and higher.”

“My first real kisses were with you too, darling.”

Tamara felt a wet sensation on her leg and glanced down. Peter’s rigid penis was lying on her thigh and fluid was dribbling out of its hole.

“Oh my god, my poor honey!” she exclaimed. “You look like you’re in need... um ... but I’ve never done...”

Peter smiled and kissed her, leaning up. “I’ll guide you, but somehow I think you’ll know what to do. Just follow your instincts and go where your empathy leads you.”

“Okay, sweetie, I hope I can do as good a job as you did.”

Tamara pushed Peter back down onto his back and slid herself down to his chest and caressed his pecs, then she leaned in and took one of Peter’s nipples between her lips and sucked it. She moved across his body and repeated it with his other nipple. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his cock lurch. That delightful organ was her ultimate target; she was lusting after it as soon as she had seen it revealed at Emma’s, and she couldn’t wait to get down to it, but doing a little teasing first seemed the better way. She moved herself down further, and when she got to Peter’s navel, she tickled it with her tongue.

Now for act two, Tamara thought. But where? I want to see his face when I do it.

She rose up onto her knees and pushed Peter’s legs apart; then she swung herself over one leg and squatted on her knees between his thighs. She leaned forward over his body, squashing his cock between their bellies, and gave him a quick kiss. Rising up again, she slid lower between Peter’s legs and began licking his inner thighs like a cat, getting ever closer to her target, and watching Peter’s face for cues. He was mesmerized just watching her, and she noticed that his cock, which had flagged a tiny bit when she had repositioned herself, was once again as rigid as an iron rod.

Now for act three.

Tamara had licked right up to Peter’s groin; her face was now an inch away from his cock. Grinning, Tamara delicately grasped his cock, squeezed it a bit, and moved it around a little.

Damn, it’s so stiff and the skin’s so soft and smooth, but it’s like a rock inside.

Now she started licking the shaft, running her tongue up and down the sides, and stopping on the head to tickle the little hole with the tip of her tongue, while still watching Peter’s face. As she worked her tongue on his glans, his penis twitched and a big blob of precum flowed out of the opening.

Jeez, it’s kinda sweet, salty, and musky all at once. Not bad though.

Peter began to moan now and his cock began throbbing as Tamara used her tongue to trace around the glans, tickling its underside, and Peter’s hips began to involuntarily gyrate.

Here goes nothing.

Making her lips into an “O,” Tamara slid her mouth over the engorged helmet of Peter’s cock and used the tip of her tongue to flick the pee hole. Then watching his face, she used a couple of fingers to encircle the cock’s base as she plunged her mouth down as far as she could before hitting her gag reflex. Peter grunted in surprise, then groaned as he saw Tamara looking right into his eyes. She began bobbing her head up and down, lashing her tongue around the shaft, while sucking hard and then releasing the suction, over and over.

Peter was groaning continuously now and trying to push his cock deeper into Tamara’s mouth and soon she was taking a third of his length into her mouth. Now she began swirling her tongue around his glans and passing it over the pee hole while holding her lips tightly around the shaft as she sucked.

Tamara noticed that as her tongue moved over the underside of his glans, there was a spot where the skin was a little loose—where the foreskin was attached, she guessed—and Peter’s sensation leaped when her tongue rubbed there.

Must be like my clit? Let’s see.

She concentrated on that part, faintly recalling its name, frenulum, possibly, and she began sucking and tickling his frenulum. Then recalling Peter humming on her clit and what it did for her, she started to hum, while sucking and using her tongue. That did it.

Peter tried to warn her but the only thing that came out of his mouth was, “Gaaahh... ahhh... gonna...aagh ... cum ... yaaaggh,” followed by a bellow.

Tamara figured he was close because his body had grown rigid, his hips had stopped thrusting, his balls had contracted, and the fat tube on the bottom of his penis started to bulge. When he roared his release, she could feel the pulses begin and suddenly her mouth was filled with jet after jet of hot semen. She pulled back a little with the first pulse, still keeping the head in her mouth, but the pulses were coming fast so she began swallowing as quickly as she could. Still, some semen escaped and ran down her chin.

Peter’s muscles relaxed as his spasms slowed down and he sunk into the mattress, exhausted. Tamara noticed that his cock was still twitching, and with each twitch, a bit of semen oozed out. She crawled over his leg and sat next to his hip. Peter was panting and gasping.

Jeez, she thought, that’s hard work... ha, hard! Right. My whole jaw is aching.

“Oh ... fuck... pant ... darling... aahhh ... so damned good...”

“Better than that naked Program girl who tried to get you hard, I gather,” Tamara grinned at him.

Peter was getting control of his breathing now.

“Hell, after seeing what you can do, she’s not even in the same universe, sweetheart. And that was your very first BJ? Damn.”

“It was indeed, my dear. I’m so in love with your cock, you know. I love looking at it; just seeing it is an incredible turn-on. I like your body; it’s really nice, but your cock? Just perfect.”

Peter smiled at her. “The way you kept your eyes on mine was a fuckin’ turn-on too—it felt like your eyes were sending me as much pleasure as your mouth and tongue.”

“Well, I really loved doing that, sweetie. I just loved how your cock felt in my mouth as it shot off your stuff like that—it gave my pussy tingles when you came.”

“Damn, really? That’s so crazy. That got you off?”

Tamara smiled at him. “Yeah, it did, a little. Feeling your pleasure got me going too and I think I had a tiny orgasm when you came. I’m flooded down there.”

“I need a kiss,” Peter announced, and Tamara pointed to her mouth. “Don’t care. If it’s okay in your mouth, it’s okay in mine.”

They kissed and snuggled for a few minutes but then drifted off to sleep. That’s how Barbara found them the following morning.

“Hey, Peter, I’m back,” she called. “God, how many times do you need to be reminded... two pair? ...whose sandals are those? Your shirt? Oh, jeez, are you...?”

She knocked on his bedroom door.

“Peter? You in there?”

“Mmmpfff. Uhhhgh... Barbara? Oh!” Peter exclaimed as the door opened.

Tamara smiled and winked at Barbara, waving a little two-fingered “hello” gesture at her. She had woken when she heard Barbara entering the apartment. She lay there, amused, wanting to see how this played out. She looked down at the bed; there was a respectably sized tent pitched at Peter’s midsection.

“Oh. Hi, sis. Yawn. Tamara came in with me after our date to ask you about our resort trip next month.”

Tamara giggled. “Jeez, if that wasn’t a classic non sequitur, I don’t know what is. Nobody’s embarrassed, it appears.”

Barbara chuckled. “You aren’t either, I see. Caught en flagrent dilecto, as long as we’re tossing Latin around. Was he good?”

Peter made a face and Tamara nodded. “We didn’t get to do the nasty but I think that your brother must have the most talented lips and tongue on the planet. He made me cum a dozen times before I lost count. So I vote ‘yes’ for being good. Were you shocked to find me here?”

“Um, saw a girl’s sandals out there and figured something had happened,” Barbara answered, then her eyes widened as Tamara got out of the bed.

“Shit, girl, you look like a golden statue... no tan lines...” Barbara started.

“Don’t really tan much,” Tamara interrupted. “But too much sun will burn. The Caribbean sun can be wicked. But thanks...”

She stopped as Barbara whipped the sheet off Peter, whose peter was pointing toward the ceiling.

“Good. I’m glad to see it in full working order,” Barbara joked. “Isn’t it really nice?”

“I just adore it,” Tamara said, grinning and making a back-and-forth hand motion. “When I saw it at Emma’s, I had to restrain myself from grabbing it then.”

“Fuck, you guys, that talk is killin’ me here,” Peter complained. “Tamara, at the resort, Barbara and I’d usually sleep in the same bed, nude. When I went through puberty, my cock was hardly ever completely soft but after my Program experience, I rarely got my morning erection—it’s called ‘morning wood.’”

“Heard the term,” Tamara nodded.

Barbara laughed. “He’s really packin’ the wood now, you did a good thing, girlfriend. Stud, go piss, if you can. That should help it. Tamara, you wanted to talk about the resort?” She nodded. “So freshen up; go use my bathroom. There’s a new toothbrush in the cabinet you can have. Then we’ll whip up some breakfast, okay?”

Several minutes later they were all in the kitchen and Barbara was putting a breakfast together while Peter was getting the items out of the refrigerator.

“Mom, Dad, our aunts and uncles and the cousins are all gathering at the old homestead at the resort,” Barbara said. “Grandpa can’t come; he and Grandma are at some big political thing out west. Gramps and Grams’ll be in Europe still. And hey, I just about got Terence to agree to come too.”

“Jeez,” Tamara said. “I guess that puts the pressure...”

“No, no, no, not,” Peter exclaimed. “I wouldn’t pressure you and I think that they...”

Barbara broke in, “About that; getting nude together. I saw how uncomfortable both you and he were at Emma’s. So I spoke to Terence about your getting used to being nude with others. So Terence wants to talk to you and Emma on Monday. He’s still really unsure of going nude in a group... he’s from a strict southern Baptist family and he says they view public nudity as immoral; it’s a wanton sin. He’s told me about the demonstrations and picketing that the Baptist church groups would do at the schools with the Program. He told me he’s gonna see if Emma can let him do what he called a trial run at her place. You’d be invited. Me and Peter will go for moral support.”

Tamara laughed. “Moral? Good one. Hey, the Baptists think nudity’s immoral? Then they don’t know their Bible’s history. John the Baptist dunked his followers in the Jordan River and they were all naked, according to all the early church documents that refer to baptism. A lot of the Renaissance art shows that nudity too.”

Barbara stared at her, “Damn, girl, physics and engineering, I get it. But history, religion, and art too? Can I touch you?”

“C’mon, Barbara. I read lots, okay? And I was so effin’ advanced in testing out of STEM courses that I had to take electives to fill up the day. So I found I liked history and literature and stuff too and have a good memory. Sure, I know stuff besides science. Okay, I’ll give the trial run a trial run.”

They all giggled at that.

Breakfast finished, Peter announced that he needed a shower.

“You gals finish your planning for the resort visit and I’ll be out quick,” he said, and left.

Do I really, really want to do this—go to their resort? Tamara wondered. Do I really wanna be a nudist?

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