Loading...Allie knew what was coming well before she pulled her towel away. It was just the price of still being friends with Craig and Eddie, who hadn’t matured much at all since high school.
“Boooyaaaahhhhhh!” “Hubba hubba hubba!” “Them’s the stuff!”
“Such a couple of little boys, aren’t they?” Corri asked Allie with a grin as the two young women set their towels aside and stood on the sun-drenched poolside in their bikinis.
“Yeah, real mature, guys,” Allie said. But she grinned at them nevertheless and basked in the glow of their politically incorrect admiration. For all the changes that had come with four years in college, it was still quite a thrill to think her geeky, awkward teenage self had been best friends with two of their school’s football stars. As much as she had come to hate such things, there was nothing quite like the memory of being in with the popular kids, even if it was only on Craig and Eddie’s coattails. With six weeks left in college and then just a few weeks after graduation to spend at home before her summer internship started, Allie knew this might well be her last chance to act like the carefree girl who had always told herself she didn’t mind being ogled and hooted at by the guys. Besides, her shy awkwardness of yesteryear was long gone, and four years of soccer in the fall and basketball in the spring gave her confidence to spare in her maroon bikini.
“You finally went as skimpy as Corri,” Craig noted approvingly. “‘Bout time, Allie.”
“I didn’t think you’d do it,” Corri added. “No offense, Allie, but you don’t quite have my body.”
“What, do I owe you a look?” Allie teased back at Craig, though she stood proudly before him as she waited for him and Eddie to get up and join them in the pool. No sense in dignifying Corri’s nasty remark with a response; she’d had over a decade’s experience in ignoring that sort of thing.
“Well, yeah!” Craig replied, and as usual Allie couldn’t be sure if he was joking or not.
“No kidding,” Eddie added. “Friends since we were kids, and you’ve never even tripped on the stairs in a dress or anything. What’s the point in being friends with a girl if you never get an eyeful?”
Allie’s nostalgia was dissipating fast now, and all at once her adult self took over. “Come on, guys, are you here to swim or to ogle your friends like a couple of slabs of meat?”
“Allie!” Corri protested. “They’re just goofing around. And what do you expect from guys anyway?”
“Aw, let her mouth off, Corri,” Craig said. “A feminazi in a bikini — that’s so hot!”
“Yeah,” Eddie added. “Every time you come home from that goddamn college you hate men a little more, and here you are letting us see almost everything all the same. I’m gonna miss that!”
“Creeps,” Allie muttered. But in spite of herself, she smiled at her two old friends even as she endured their hungry, horny stares. Though she never would have vocalized it as they just did, she was privately just as happy to imagine them with their trunks off. All those years the four of them had been so tight, Allie had figured it was inevitable some combination of them would end up dating — but it hadn’t happened. Which had at least left everything wide open to her imagination as far as their bulky football-players’ bodies were concerned.
Both guys were still howling when Allie finally dropped into the water. It was pleasantly lukewarm in the springtime sun, one thing she definitely missed since having moved back up north for college. Two months to graduation, and she did still have the option of moving back home after law school…but the boys’ attitude was the perfect example of why she hadn’t given that any serious thought. Allie and Corri, Craig and Eddie — best friends ever since Allie and her family had moved down from Long Island when she was nine years old, and yet every time she’d come home from college over the previous four years, she’d felt more and more different from the others while they all remained as tight as ever. It was time to leave the South, and her childhood there, behind — Allie knew that all too well.
Perhaps because of that, she had hoped for some kind of crazy fling with Eddie or Craig — or both! — on this final spring break. It would have been such a fitting end to the unlikely friendship they had all shared growing up together. But with only a few days left until she had to head back to college, it had not happened. Lots of lazy afternoons and evenings with the three of them and more than her share of girls-only nights with Corri, but it had all been PG-rated, and what a shame!
That, Allie knew, was why she was secretly delighted with Craig’s off-the-wall suggestion an hour later, when they were lounging together on the deck chairs. Always the more daring of the two guys, he more than likely was just testing her to see if she’d slap his face, Allie knew that. “Say, y’all remember that nudist resort out by route nineteen?” he asked out of nowhere.
Corri burst into her usual giggles. “God, yes! Remember how we used to spread rumors about the girls we didn’t like, how they went there on weekends?”
“I remember you doing that, Corri,” Allie corrected.
“That’s how I remember it too,” Eddie added.
“Whatever,” Corri muttered. “Anyway, yeah, I remember. Always was curious about the place.”
“Me too,” Craig said. “Anyway. I don’t know if y’all know, there’s a Nude Day — it’s an actual day, in July. What say y’all…I mean, Allie, that’s still a couple of weeks before you have your internship — end of July, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” Allie said, scarcely believing what appeared to be coming. She forced herself to look nonchalant for the moment.
“Great!” Craig continued. “Anyway, look, we’ll probably never all be together again after that. So I’m thinking, why not go out with a bang, all four of us?”
“Craig!” Corri shrieked. “If we weren’t in public I’d slap you so hard right now.”
“Oh, come on, Corri!” Craig insisted. “I mean, don’t you girls expect me to believe you haven’t ever wondered what Eddie and I look like naked just like we have with the two of you.”
“Okay, I totally have,” Corri said. “Doesn’t mean I’m a hornball like you boys, but sure. Of course I have. You too, Allie, right?”
“Naturally,” Allie admitted. “I’m just not in-your-face about it like you guys are.”
“Eddie?” Corri demanded. “You don’t want anything to do with this either, do you? I mean, wouldn’t it feel like sex with your sister or something?”
“I don’t know,” Eddie said. “Sounds like it could be fun. Awkward at first, but fun.”
Corri gave all three of her friends a hard look. “Yeah, I’ll tell you what, Craig,” she said. “If Allie’s in, so am I.”
“Me too,” Eddie piped up. “Only then. I don’t want to go to that place with just you, Craig, no offense!”
“None taken,” Craig replied.
Allie found all eyes on her, and her instinct was to tell Craig to forget it. But wasn’t this just what she had been hoping for, or at least something close to it? Amidst a flash flood of memories of growing up together, shy questions among them about puberty and dating and sex, and the inevitable sexual tension, flirting and double dating and dances in the gym, fantasies never consummated, and if not now, they never would…
“Okay,” Allie said, scarcely able to believe it herself. “I’ll go.”
Corri responded with a joyful hoot and one of her usual comments about leading the boys around by their dicks, and the four of them soon dissolved into nervous laughter and anticipation for the big day. With the big issue settled, conversation turned elsewhere soon enough. When the time came to part ways — Eddie had to work that evening and Corri was expected at home for dinner — Allie was feeling nothing but randy contentment over what was to come. As they headed for their respective locker rooms, the only mention of it all was a final joke from Corri: “Maybe we should join you guys in the men’s room for a head start!” This got a good laugh from them all.
But the charade was shattered as soon as the women’s room door had shut behind Corri and Allie. “I can’t believe you got us into that!” Corri whined. “They’re like our brothers! You want them seeing us naked?!”
“You said yes first!” Allie reminded her, tamping down her exasperation with her best friend as she opened her locker — this was all too typical, she reminded herself.
“I said only if you said yes!” Corri screeched as she slid off her bikini panties and tossed them in the locker. “And I was sure you’d say no! You with all your feminist baloney about how you shouldn’t tell a woman she’s pretty or anything, I was certain you’d say no!”
Ignoring Corri’s characteristically inane view of her feminism, Allie snapped back, “Oh, so I was supposed to be the harsh one while you got to play sugar and spice here?” She wrapped herself in her towel before removing her suit, for this turn of events had her already feeling naked.
“Well, yeah, girl! That’s the way it’s always worked with us!” Corri, for all her outrage, did not bother covering up as they headed for the communal showers.
Corri — Allie’s on again, off again best bud since childhood — was all too right. Allie knew that. She had been vaguely aware of it even when they were little girls, and since going away for college she had become more aware of it every time she came home. Corri was the cute one, the girly one, the manipulative one, always in the driver’s seat while Allie was only along for the ride. Eddie and Craig, too, if it came to that. Every now and then back in high school and especially junior high, one of them would be frozen out for a day or two for reasons known only to Corri. No-Allie days, no-Eddie days, where the odd one out could hang around the others but he or she would be ignored or bullied. But it was always Corri Day. It had always been that way, and despite their many wonderful memories, Allie was glad to be leaving her “friend” behind.
She should, Allie admitted to herself now, have known Corri was playing games when she agreed to the Nude Day outing. But knowing now that Corri hadn’t really wanted anything to do with Nude Day only strengthened Allie’s own resolve to go through with it. Corri had played Allie, and for once Allie had won. Now Corri could live with the consequences. And dammit, she wanted to see Eddie and Craig naked just as much as they wanted to see her that way.
As Allie turned on the water and reluctantly removed her towel, she braced herself for an onslaught of Corri’s usual baloney — probably a worse one than usual. It came and it went, and Allie ignored the whining.
When Corri realized that was getting her nowhere, she tried a different approach. “You know, you could cancel on them,” she said. “Just say you don’t trust them to respect your feminine body integrity, or whatever the hell it is you learned in lesbian studies.”
“Why would I want to do that?” Allie asked. “It’ll be fun! I’ve never really had a chance to just sit back and admire a bunch of naked guys at once, have you?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Corri teased, and her lips curled into a smile for the first time since they had left the guys. “But Allie, do you really want to do it with those two? I mean, look how they were just hooting at us!”
“Yes, and you enjoyed it,” Allie reminded her. “Besides, they’re immature little boys, but they’re our friends and this is a nice special thing to do for our last time all being together.”
“Allie! Don’t make me leave you high and dry with them!”
“You won’t do that,” Allie teased knowingly. “You expect me to do it for you. Not this time, Corri.”
“Fine!” Corri snapped as she rinsed her hair out. She turned the shower tap off and set about patting herself dry while Allie enjoyed a few more moments with the steamy water and her even steamier thoughts. Allie had done a good job of ignoring Corri’s barbs up to now. But like all bullies, Corri knew how to hit where it hurt, and she had one last arrow in her quiver that never missed. With her nastiest grin, she said, “I just hope you don’t pull a Felicia on our boys for Nude Day, Allie.”
Allie’s stomach turned over as she recalled their swimming instructor from the summer after fifth grade. She recalled Felicia now as a beautiful, confident woman who happened to have a lot of pubic hair and chose not to remove or hide it. That large, dark triangle had always been visible just behind her brightly colored one-piece swimsuits, and Felicia had shown no signs of caring. Allie hadn’t cared either at first: if anything she had been rather envious of her instructor’s grown-up poise and confidence in her body, not to mention the elegant symmetry of that barely-hidden triangle. But Corri had found it repulsive, and from that day twelve years ago, “pulling a Felicia” had been their gang’s term for a woman failing to groom herself meticulously.
Allie knew Corri only wanted to ruffle her feathers, but now she admitted defeat in keeping her mouth shut. “Corri, where is your pride, anyway?! Can’t you see how sexist that whole ‘pulling a Felicia’ thing is? No one cares if men have hair anywhere on their bodies. Why is it a crime if we have any?” But even as she said it, Allie was thanking her lucky stars she had shaved her legs, pits and bikini area that very morning.
“I don’t think it’s sexist at all!” Corri said. “We’re girls, we’re supposed to be smooth and nice underneath. It’s different with guys. Like Craig always used to say when we talked about Felicia.”
“Funny how that ‘difference’ means they never even have to try to groom anything while it’s an all-over-your-body job for us,” Allie said as she set about drying herself off as well. Corri was wrapped in her towel now for the walk back to the lockers; Allie defiantly chose to follow naked.
“Not for us,” Corri needled. “For you!” She dissolved into giggles as she said it, even pointing at Allie’s pubic area. Although she was freshly shaven, a close look revealed enough stubble that Allie would have had a hard time hiding herself in any bikini, much less the tiny one she had worn that day, if it grew out. There was also a bit of razor-burn and a healing cut near where her hairline would have been, and Corri’s comments made Allie all the more aware of the lingering discomfort. Corri, by contrast, had never needed to shave; her dainty blonde pubes covered barely a few postage stamps’ worth of space and were barely visible against her skin even when unshaven. “Sorry, Allie, but it’s true! I’m sorry you pull a Felicia if you don’t watch yourself and I don’t, but life isn’t fair!”
“Gee, thanks!” Allie grumbled, rummaging through her locker for her panties; now she desperately wanted to cover up.
“Allie!” Corri said, touching her friend’s shoulder. “I’m only looking out for you. What do you think you’d look like if you didn’t have me reminding you not to pull a Felicia? Would you want everyone at the pool looking at you the way we used to look at her? Or worse yet, at the resort this summer? You need to look good for that! With all the guys there, you’ll be glad you did.”
Outside, the guys were waiting to drive Allie and Corri home. “Took y’all long enough,” Craig teased.
“Oh, I was just having a heart to heart talk with Allie about the Nude Day thing. Had to remind her not to pull a Felicia on you guys.”
“Pulling a Felicia!” Eddie roared with laughter. “I’d forgotten all about that! Haven’t heard that in years.”
“She’s right, though, Allie,” Craig warned. “You don’t want to stick out like Felicia did, not when you haven’t even got a swimsuit to hide in. At least she had that.”
“What if I do?” Allie said defiantly. “I mean, I don’t see you shaving every inch of your body clean, Craig!”
“Damn right you don’t, but I’m a man! Come on, Allie, they didn’t brainwash that out of you at college, did they?”
“Yeah,” Eddie added. “I mean, no one likes the way men’s bodies look anyway, so who cares? Women are beautiful, if they’re groomed.”
“How convenient for you,” Allie said as she waited for Eddie to unlock the backseat door, and she mostly kept her mouth shut for the ride back to her parents’ house.
Alone at last when her friends dropped her off in the driveway, Allie thought of Corri’s attitude and wondered just why she bothered staying in touch with her childhood friend. Now that she was older and a few years removed from the days when they were inseparable, it was easier to see how she had let Corri dominate her — and the guys — on so many things. And she didn’t like it a bit, now that she could see it for what it was. Her old best friend was petty and controlling, not to mention perfectly happy to have guys treat her like a sex object. And Allie had been somewhat aware of it all along, but in high school a friend like that beat being friendless. No more now that they were adults.
And the phrase “pull a Felicia” was emblematic of all those things rolled into one. Allie hadn’t thought of the term in years, but to her embarrassment she realized now that she was still living by it — for no real reason except that Corri had conditioned her to do so back when they were adolescents. Allie didn’t recall much else about Felicia, not even her last name; but thanks to Corri, she and Eddie and Craig would remember Felicia’s first name — and her very full bush — for all time. Now that Allie thought more carefully about the few memories she had, it became clear to her that it was only Corri’s constant nastiness that had turned Allie’s own opinion against the poor woman. Felicia had been tall and lithe, with long dark hair that was not unlike Allie’s own. She had also been a great teacher, encouraging the kids to practice the right posture and strokes, and she had never appeared anything but encouraging and happy to be there with them.
Allie could not recall for sure if Felicia had always worn a swimsuit colored lightly enough to reveal her bush, but it seemed that way in her memory now. In any case, she had definitely done so sometimes at least, and so the secret was out early on in the summer. Thick and dark and readily visible behind the pink or green or white fabric, Felicia’s bush had given rise to no small amount of debate in the girls’ locker room after class: did she know that it showed? Did she care? Did she like it that way, even? Eddie and Craig later confirmed the same debate raged in the boys’ room.
For Allie, who was from an Italian-American family — her name was short for Alessandra — nothing about Felicia’s body had made her wonder at first. Back on Long Island, where she had lived with her parents until they had moved down South when she was nine, there had been many a summer’s day spent at her aunt and uncle’s backyard pool. In the bathhouse by the pool, Allie had seen her mother, aunts and older cousins changing into and out of their swimsuits any number of times. As best Allie could recall, each and every one of the women in her family had boasted a full, natural bush and there had been no shame about it. Allie could even still vaguely recall being envious of the grown-up, mysterious look of a full bush, hiding their feminine charms even when they were stark naked, and looking forward to having one of her own.
But then the summer of Felicia had come. At first Allie had found Felicia’s adult woman’s body not only perfectly normal, but even beautiful. Confident and poised, Felicia had shown none of the awkwardness Allie was feeling in those days as she was beginning to come to terms with the realization that she was on her way to becoming a woman. She made for a wonderful role model, though Allie would not have phrased it thusly at the time since they didn’t teach women’s studies in fifth grade.
But Corri, already Allie’s best friend and already the opinionated little brat she would always be, had seen things very differently. Though Allie could no longer recall the conversation they’d had on the bike ride home from the pool, she could still imagine it all too well. “Oh, my god, do you see the bush she’s got on her?! Disgusting! Every class, I feel like offering to get her a razor! Yuck!”
“A razor?!” Allie had never thought of such a thing up to that moment. “Why? It’s only hair! All grown-ups have it.”
“Not the ones who take care of themselves,” Corri had insisted. “I’ve seen it myself in my father’s magazines. They’re nice and smooth down there. It’s beautiful. Not like Felicia!”
“Are you gonna shave when you get pubic hair?” Allie had asked incredulously.
“If I have to, yes!” Corri had said. “And you will too if you know what’s good for you, Allie! You want guys to think you’re a lesbo or something? No! We need to look clean! We’ll never pull a Felicia, or at least I won’t.”
And from that day forward, Corri and Allie had always vowed to never “pull a Felicia”. Corri needn’t have worried about it, as it turned out, since even as an adult (physically if not mentally, Allie thought with a bitter flair now), she was nearly hairless down there. She sometimes shaved even what little she had, or so she claimed, but she could easily get away without shaving and still wear the skimpiest bikini at the pool if she so desired. Allie, as Corri had so thoughtlessly reminded her that day, was not so lucky: she had to fight for her hairlessness. Shaving, Nair, waxing — she had tried them all at one time or another. No option was much fun and they never kept the undergrowth away for very long, but at least Allie could keep up with her friend for an afternoon at the pool or the beach when it came to that.
Allie did wonder from time to time just how hairy she would be if she ever did “pull a Felicia.” She guessed she would probably look a lot like the aunts and older cousins she had once idolized back in New York, whom she had even seen tucking a stray hair back into their swimsuits once or twice without complaint, and amazingly she had once looked forward to being grown up like them. But across those ten years and change since that summer of Felicia, Allie had never given up the war on the bush. Not even in winter when there was no chance of anyone seeing her in a swimsuit. The hair was just too uncomfortable growing back, as was the possibility that she might meet a cute guy at a party and be poorly groomed for the occasion. And so her natural look remained a mystery even to herself.
As she let herself into the quiet house that afternoon, Allie could not put away the nagging question — just why had she let Corri continue to have that influence on her all these years? She had been shaving and plucking and waxing and so forth for so long that she no longer thought of it as any great inconvenience…but now that she was thinking of it, it was an inconvenience. Time consuming and often painful, and there was nothing quite like razor burn on her vulva of all places, to say nothing of the itch when the hair grew back. And it was something men never even thought of doing!
The more thought Allie gave it, the more irritated she became. But now that she was home and apparently alone, the tide was turning from anger to defiance. And then to a sense of naughty adventure as the full realization — she was going to a nudist colony with Craig and Eddie! — sank in.
Allie found a note on the kitchen counter with some cash: Mom and Dad were off with friends for the afternoon and evening, and she was to treat herself to dinner out. With her brother off at spring track camp, that gave Allie the house to herself for the foreseeable future. Just as well, for her thoughts of Corri and Felicia and the upcoming Nude Day adventure now had her feeling defiantly horny.
After stopping by the freezer for a spoonful of chocolate ice cream, Allie retreated to her room. The same room she had grown up in from age nine, it had telltale signs of having been her space at a much younger age, as well as having been vacant most of the time for the past four years. With the same goofy pastel wallpaper she had chosen herself back when they had moved in — now full of pinholes and scotch tape marks from various long-gone photographs and posters, and the white dresser she had so loved still standing majestically across from the bed, it felt like a half-open time-capsule to Allie. Usually she disliked that feeling of the past not quite left behind. But now, with the last ties to her youth about to be cut, she welcomed the memories that sang out from every corner and wall. Tucked into one corner of the mirror was the one lingering photograph she hadn’t been able to bring herself to put away when she had left for college: Corri, Eddie, Craig and herself at homecoming senior year. Who ever knew life would get any better than that party? But of course everything had changed since then. College will do that to you, she knew now.
Allie gazed at the photo now, recalling the innocent thrills it never failed to bring to her memory, and without fanfare, she undressed. After locking the door just in case her parents got home early, Allie opened the suitcase she was living out of for break, and dug out her vibrator. She kept it well-hidden from even her closest friends, ever since Corri had spotted it while they were home for Christmas two years ago and had condescendingly proclaimed, “That’s what guys are for, Allie.”
That memory only made her all the more eager to play with it now, as she began to realize the fullness of her victory over Corri that afternoon. Before settling herself on her bed, Allie looked at herself in the full-length mirror on her closet door. She was in great shape thanks to basketball and soccer and the lousy food at school that kept her appetite low: thin, toned, and hairless everywhere below the nape of her neck — a seven-year-old with breasts, Allie thought rather bitterly. But she smiled at the thought of what was to come in June. If Corri was so very proud of never being at any risk of “pulling a Felicia,” surely she would get over her insecurity soon enough. As for herself, Allie concluded, she had two months to pull a Felicia if she so chose. And in that moment, remembering her admiration for her cousins and aunts and Felicia and her distaste for Corri and the guys’ attitude, she knew beyond any doubt she did want to go natural.
After one last hard look at her reflection to imagine herself with a full bush, Allie brought her toy back to her bed and lay back on the stacked pillows with her legs spread. She switched it on and let her daydreaming take over. There were cute guys aplenty from college and there would be many more this summer and beyond who were a blank canvas for her to imagine for now…but in keeping with her current fascination with her old friends, Allie’s thoughts drifted to Craig. Craig the bad boy, the proudly sexist little twerp whom she nevertheless loved because they had grown up together. His bulky, solid body had always looked so delightful on the football field back in the day, and four years of Division 2 ball had kept the fat off. If Allie hadn’t known him for so long, there would have been no indication at all that he’d had any weight problems as a kid.
Of course, she had known him back then, so she did know his past. She could even recall Corri explaining it in no uncertain terms during their summer of swimming lessons with Felicia: “I didn’t use to think Craig was so fat, until I saw him in a bathing suit. Now I see he’s so fat his belly hangs out and covers up the front of his bathing suit!” That nasty observation had been followed by a hearty laugh that Allie, to her shame, had joined in on. But Craig had grown up and shaped up, and gone on to become a terror on the field and a hunk in a tux at the prom, and spending every other slow-dance in his arms (as they alternated with Corri and Eddie) had been such a thrill, especially with all the cheerleaders looking on enviously at Craig’s nerdy friend taking up their space at his side!
Although that night and others like it had always been perfectly G-rated in reality, now Allie imagined a very different ending as she rubbed the vibrator firmly up and down her shaven vulva. A hotel room somewhere, parents delightfully absent and Corri off with Eddie or some other guy entirely…Allie straddling him as he sat up on the bed, her dress undone in back but still mostly on as she pushed his coat off his big, square shoulders and unbuttoned his shirt, years of never-spoken passion now bursting forth for both of them…
“Babe, I’ve got something to tell you,” she heard him say.
“It’s okay, Craig. I knew you when we were kids, I know you used to be fat.”
“You don’t know what I look like underneath now, though. I’m not perfect.”
“Neither am I, Craig! It’s okay!”
“Yeah, but you were never fat!”
“So what? I have my own deep dark secrets.”
“Oh, you do? What?”
“You’ll just have to get my dress off and see for yourself, silly! But if you don’t like what you see, remember, I have my issues too, just like you do with how you used to be fat.”
“That’s sweet, babe. I promise I won’t judge you.”
And she saw him proceeding to peel her dress away carefully, and somehow it came off gracefully to reveal Allie’s lacy lingerie, the bottoms of which had no chance of concealing her full, natural bush.
Craig was speechless. “Oh, Allie!” He fingered her pubes reverently, gently. “So hot! So natural and beautiful! Man, that’s something else.”
“Well then let’s get you off with your clothes too!” Allie saw herself, still clad in her strapless bra and panties, now pushing him back on the bed and tearing his shirt open while he reached back and did away with her bra. As he drank in the first-ever sight of her breasts and she exulted in the pleasure the view so clearly gave him, Allie lost no time in tugging his pants down to reveal his tight boxers and his hard cock straining against the button. With a joyous pluck, she opened the button to see it burst out, thick and hard and ready, with a teasing thatch of his own pubes coming out with it.
Allie felt her first orgasm come on just as she imagined pulling his boxers off to reveal his treasures completely. Then, standing before him at the foot of the bed, she saw herself follow suit with her panties and give him an uninhibited look at her natural, full-grown self. The second wave washed over her even more intensely than before, and she imagined herself sauntering around to climb into the bed with him. Shutting her eyes tight now, she imagined Craig’s hands all over her body, his usual sexism gone in the heat of the insecurity she had so expertly defused and his shameless love for her natural beauty. As they ground into one another, Allie imagined the fireworks she had believed in back then, and though she had long since learned it was all so much nonsense, the idea delighted her now. Old friends turned lovers, insecurity turned to sexy adoration, all channeled into the most intense of love…
Allie roared out loud with her third and biggest orgasm, and then went limp on her bed just after switching off the vibrator. An immense sense of well-being washed over her and she curled up, still nude, for a nap.
She didn’t know how long she was asleep, but the sun was still out and the house was still quiet when she awoke. Sitting up, Allie thought about all she had imagined. Knowing now that Craig would more than likely not react like that and that she would probably not sleep with him if given the chance anyway, the luster was now somewhat worn off. But the thought of what she saw herself looking like did still delight her, and the idea that some great guy would surely appreciate the natural earth-mother look she envisioned for herself remained a beautiful hope. Did she really want to go through with her new plan?
Allie stood up and walked into the bathroom, where she found her pink disposable razor on the sink where she had left it that morning. Holding it in her hand, she took another look at her bare body in the mirror. Did she really want to do it? Was she strong enough to withstand the attitude she knew Corri would dish out on the matter? Did she in fact invite that? And just what was she going to grow out? Bush only, or legs and pits as well? The latter thought repulsed her at first, but slowly the idea took on a certain appeal, an in-your-face rejection of the crazy beauty standards she had been striving towards all those years without even really thinking about it. It definitely appealed to her sense of independence and it offered a certain natural beauty, but was that really what she wanted?
“In for a penny, in for a pound,” Allie said out loud, and she tossed the razor in the wastebasket.
A rainy final weekend ensured there were no further afternoons at the pool to give away Allie’s new secret, and soon she was off back to school. With six weeks to graduation and a lot of work to be done and goodbyes to be said before then, there was little time to worry about her grooming or lack thereof. Late March was cold and drizzly as usual up North, the workload was heavy as usual, and of course the impending round of goodbyes was hanging over Allie’s head and those of all her friends, but she was glad to have the time left with them. Any second thoughts or anticipation about Nude Day could come later, after the exams were done and the farewells were said and she had her diploma in her hands.
Indeed, for the first week back, she gave it no thought at all except for one issue: the itching.
She noticed it first on the plane, when there was little to do but sit and wait — and itch. As the stubble pushed through for the first time ever in her armpits and on her legs, that too-familiar scratchy feeling seemed to envelop her skin — and the knowledge that there would be no shaving this time intensified it. As for her pubes, the added taboo of just where the new hair was made it all even worse. Allie closed her eyes and imagined herself being dipped in a bathtub full of lotion to ease the discomfort, but it did little good and there was nothing for her but to try to focus elsewhere.
Allie suffered in silence at first, for although it was a progressive, anything-goes campus, the idea of being seen with hairy legs took nearly as much getting used to as the itching did. But of course, that was part and parcel of what she had signed on for. As the days went by and the relentless itch didn’t go away, Allie slowly but surely let her curiosity overcome any bashfulness about her new look-in-the-making. It was Friday of the second week back when she finally broke down and asked her friend Steve, who had sported a beard since sophomore year, about the matter. “Steve, when you stopped shaving, did your face, you know, itch at first?”
“God, yes!” Steve said. “Hated that. I can’t tell you how many times I almost decided against growing it out because of that.”
“How long did it last?” Allie was wiggling one leg, both out of nervousness and itchiness.
Steve looked thoughtful for a moment. “Dunno…a week? Maybe two? It did go away, obviously, so I guess I don’t remember that so well.” Then, with a quizzical look, he asked, “Why were you wondering about that of all things?”
There was no point in trying to hide it forever. Allie stepped back and pulled her skirt up to her knees, revealing the dark, sharp slivers of hair now making themselves known all over her legs.
“Nice!” Steve said, with a thumbs-up. “I didn’t think you were the type, Allie.”
“You like it?” Allie was shocked; Steve had always seemed rather conservative to her.
“I do! It shows real individuality, if you ask me, besides it’s natural and, you know, open-minded.”
Allie surprised Steve with a hug, and from that moment on she was a bit bolder in her plan.
She wasn’t entirely sure what he had meant by “open-minded,” but knowing Steve, it was probably something at least vaguely sexual. And while Allie couldn’t be sure there was a direct relation, she had in fact been feeling quite horny lately. Maybe it was anticipation of the big day in July, maybe it was the delicious apprehension of just what she would look like when the hair grew in, maybe it was the constant itching between her legs (which, while not pleasant, did draw and keep her attention down below), or maybe it was just the stress that came with finals and saying goodbye. But in any case, her mind was running wild throughout those itchy weeks.
As March melted into April and at long last the discomfort subsided, Allie’s hunger only grew. This was at least partially because Allie was coming to realize her fond memories of her older cousins and aunts might have been even more on the mark than she had thought. Maybe it was genetics, maybe it was that years of shaving had made the hair grow back thicker and fuller, maybe some combination of the two; but every time Allie undressed for a shower, she found herself looking more and more like a true bush queen. Nothing like the dainty thatches of hair she had seen in art books or girlie magazines or even the other women in the locker room who didn’t shave, Allie seemed to be well on the way to not only pulling a Felicia, but surpassing Felicia.
“Perhaps we should have said Felicia was pulling an Allie,” she thought with a mixture of embarrassment and titillation one evening as she stood, hands on hips, and examined her large and still growing bush in the mirror. Thick and curly and a shade or two darker than the hair on her head, it spread out gracefully onto her thighs, the stray wisps seeming to tickle her pale flesh there. From the top of the triangle, a few stray strands wound their way upwards toward her belly button. “Treasure trail” was the word she’d found for that on the Internet, and she found it fitting: an unavoidably noticeable tease of what awaited a would-be lover down below, even if she could manage to hide herself in a pair of panties, which she knew all too well by then she couldn’t.
On that note, out of morbid curiosity, she got out the maroon bikini in which she had looked so enticing to Craig and Eddie only weeks before, and slipped on the panties. The resulting sight of tufts of hair peeking out every which way from behind the bulging strip of fabric made her laugh as she imagined herself wearing it in public now. It also suddenly made her very horny as she assessed the appearance of her pussy making itself known so loud and clear through her pathetic attempt to hide it, a naughty secret she could never hope to keep.
I’m pulling a Felicia all right, Corri, she thought with haughty pleasure. With that, it was off with the panties and Allie lay back on her bed with her fingers teasing her hungry clit, now buried so deeply in her forest of curls, and let her mind run wild. She was Felicia now, or rather she was her own natural self in Felicia’s place, all set to teach a dozen or more men to swim. There she stood before them on the poolside, in an elegant white one-piece swimsuit that couldn’t nearly conceal her secret; it showed through the fabric just as Felicia’s had, and a bit on each side as well.
Welcome, gentlemen, my name is Allie and I’m sorry I’m overdressed for the occasion, but as you can see I can’t wear a bikini…
Allie rubbed harder and breathed heavily at that line. Something about that self-deprecating confession and what it implied without saying it…I can’t wear a bikini, but look at what I can do to your dicks……sure enough, every guy in the pool was rock hard, admiring her bush. Better yet, maybe they were all naked in the water, and she was too, up there on her perch where they could all admire her body! She recited the line again silently, I can’t wear a bikini, and came with a wonderful grunt.
After a nap and some studying, Allie knew the time was right for her first, step into public in her new natural state. It could, of course, be a modest, tentative one for now; but the time was definitely right to start. She was overdue for a shower, as was so often the case that late in the semester. She had never thought anything of wrapping herself in only a towel for a walk to the shower before. But she had never had hairy legs on those occasions either, and the growth on her calves had been as robust as on her vulva. Reminding herself of other firsts where the world hadn’t come to an end — the first day in school after getting braces on her teeth in the fifth grade, the first time she’d worn a bra, the first time in a short skirt, and each and every one of them no worse than a moment’s embarrassment followed by everything being back to normal — Allie wrapped the towel around herself and stepped out into the hallway.
Her next door neighbors, Mike and Eric, were both sprawled on the hallway floor reading the paper. Both looked up and smiled no differently than usual. “Evening, Allie,” Eric said.
“Hi there!” Allie sounded rather more cheerful than usual, she knew, and she wondered if the guys would notice. She was pleased, though, as they did not appear to have noticed anything amiss about her legs. Or in any case, they hadn’t commented on them. Allie sighed with relief once she got into the bathroom and hung her towel up for the shower. All downhill from there, she could hope!
From that evening on, Allie felt like she had a wonderful secret. A secret she was in no great hurry to reveal to anyone as she and her friends approached the inevitable goodbyes in May, of course, but a wonderful secret nevertheless.
Graduation came and went, with Allie wearing opaque tights under her dress. The whole day was a blur of photographs and hugs and tearful goodbyes before her parents insisted on hitting the road. She somehow avoided revealing her secret to them at the hotel that night — a fact that made her all the more eager to play with herself very gently once Mom and Dad were asleep in the other bed — and stuck to wearing jeans around the house for the next few weeks. Corri and the boys were in town as well, but Allie managed to always wiggle out of invitations to the pool or the beach in order to preserve the surprise for the big day. A volunteer job at the local animal shelter ensured that there wasn’t much time for such things anyhow.
Corri had still not given up hope of persuading Allie to call the whole thing off. Allie, with her newfound love for her natural, distinctive look, was of course more determined than ever to go through with it. But she saw no reason to share that with Corri. “You do realize now every guy in that place will be hooting at us the way Craig and Eddie always do at the pool!” Corri groused one night at the malt shop when they were alone.
“Yes, and I also realize you like it when Craig and Eddie do that,” Allie reminded her.
“But that’s different! I’m not naked then!”
“Is it really that different being in a bikini? Nearly everything is on display there, at least with you.”
“But at least there’s a little something left to the imagination! Please, Allie? Come on, be a friend already.”
“I told you, you can back out if you want.”
“But then I’ll look like a prude!”
“That’s because you will be a prude, Corri.” Allie couldn’t help laughing.
“Aw, fuck you, Allie!”
But for all that, Corri was still waiting on the curb, in an uncharacteristically frumpy sweatshirt and jeans, when Allie and the boys rolled up in Craig’s mother’s old station wagon on the big day. She wore a big smile that fooled the guys, but of course not Allie. “Hey hey!” she chirped as she let herself in on the passenger side. “Here’s what we’ve all been waiting for!”
“Yeah, Corri, how many years is it you’ve waited to see me naked?” Craig teased.
“Well, I can’t even count that high, can I?” Corri replied in her best Southern belle drawl. “But guys, listen, on a more serious note, I’m not so sure about Allie. You know, if we’re crossing any boundaries here, there is still time to call it off.”
“Oh, absolutely,” Eddie said, looking at Allie. “I’d hate to end things on such an uncomfortable note after all these years.”
“What he said, Allie,” Craig mumbled through his obvious fear that she would take them up on the offer.
Allie was having none of it. “Know what I’d hate, guys? We’ve come all this way, there’s one last chance to go crazy together if that’s what we want, and if we wimped out at the last second? That’d be a tragedy!”
“Hear hear!” Craig said, his relief palpable. “Kid, I like the way you think.”
“Well, then, fess up, Craig,” Corri said. “Which one of us have you always wanted to see naked?”
“Both, silly, we’re guys!” Eddie interjected. And if Craig had a different answer, he kept it to himself.
Corri having at long last given up hope of talking Allie out of anything, the rest of the trip passed with the four friends discussing every subject but the obvious one. No need to talk about how much Allie and the guys were looking forward to it, or how much she was sure Corri secretly wouldn’t have missed it for the world, or just what insecurities any of them might have. That, Allie realized late in the drive, might be a good issue to address upfront…but then, that would spoil the surprise of her pulling a Felicia on them.
Craig found the place so easily Corri kidded him that he must have been there before. “I wish,” Craig said as he pulled in through the gates and gave the attendant his name and reservation number.
“Okay, and have a nice day in your skin!” the attendant told them as she pointed Craig toward the parking lot. She was fully clothed, as were most of the attendees leaving their cars for the clubhouse in the lot. But, thanks to the high walls flanking the gate, a few revelers were already in the nude as they locked up their cars. Allie shamelessly admired the few naked men who were about, and assessed the women out of the corner of her eye to see if there were any others going natural like herself. To her relief, there was at least one, a middle-aged matronly looking woman with long red hair, who waved at Allie with a smile before Allie realized she’d been staring.
Allie waved back, and reminded herself not to let that happen again.
“So,” Corri said as they all piled out of the car. “See you on the inside. All of you!”
“Yeah!” Craig replied with a grin.
Allie was expecting more nastiness from Corri as soon as they were alone, but Corri was resigned to her fate and followed her friend silently to the ladies’ locker room. “Hope you don’t mind if Craig and Eddie only want to check me out,” she chirped as she opened her locker and pulled her top off.”
“I’ll understand,” Allie said. “I guess we know what they like.” Though unashamed, she gave Corri a moment’s head start on undressing, so that Corri had her bra off and was fiddling with the waistband of her shorts before Allie had unbuttoned her top. Knowing she would now have Corri’s undivided attention, she pulled her top off, revealing her unshaven pits.
“Allie!”
“Yes?” Allie asked innocently, reaching back to undo her bra.
“That’s disgusting!”
“No it isn’t. It’s natural. You should try it, no itching or chafing for a change. Feels great.”
“I don’t need to shave, remember? But you do!” Corri was naked by then, and she shut and locked her locker. “Just what else have you been neglecting, Allie?”
Allie didn’t answer. Instead, she unbuttoned her jeans and lowered them, to Corri’s visible horror and her own rush of forbidden delight.
None of the other women in the room seemed to take any notice of Allie’s hairy legs, but that was not for lack of effort on Corri’s part. “Are you crazy, Allie?!” she hissed, gawking now at Allie’s well-filled-out panties as if terrified to see what remained to be revealed.
“Not at all,” Allie said, completing the show by sliding her panties down to reveal her robust bush. “Just in touch with myself for a change.”
“You…you can’t…go…out there!” Corri stammered, hopping around on the balls of her bare feet behind her friend. But Allie did stride confidently to the exit, paying no mind to Corri or the few other young women — also newcomers, she was to learn later in the day — who looked askance at her.
The crowd beyond the door was as welcoming as the sunshine on the patio and the pool beyond, and Allie was rewarded with nothing but greetings from the men and women alike as she blossomed forth. Corri received the same greetings, but she scarcely noticed as her first sense of I’m-naked-in-public washed over her. Instinctively, she cupped her hands over her vulva, which of course only drew more notice to herself.
“Funny,” Allie said. “I find I don’t feel the need to do that. I guess my pussy is still sort of hidden, isn’t it?”
Corri was still grappling for an appropriately nasty response when Craig and Eddie appeared out of the crowd. Allie eagerly drank in the long-awaited sight of their cocks dangling wonderfully in the natural light, each emerging from a nice thatch of hair, though Eddie’s bush looked smaller than hers in Allie’s estimation. When at last she managed to look up and meet their eyes, she found they were both struggling with the same predicament.
Eddie was the first to speak up “Allie!” He sounded surprised, but not displeased. “That’s a…wait, we’re not supposed to talk about our private parts here, are we?”
“I guess not,” Allie said. “But I like yours. Very handsome.” She couldn’t help laughing.
“Well, thank you. I…yeah, I love yours too, but I’m surprised. How did you hide all that in your swimsuit back in March?”
“I shaved it,” Allie said. “But I never will again. I pulled a Felicia starting right after that, and I’ve decided I like it.” With a cursory look around the busy patio, she added, “Looks like I’m pretty unusual, though, huh?”
“Eh, so what?” Now that the ice was broken Eddie was gazing shamelessly at Allie’s triangle.
“What do you mean ‘so what’?” demanded Corri. “You were always with us on the whole ‘pulling a Felicia’ thing!”
“She’s right, Eddie, you were,” Craig added.
“I was just going along with the crowd so I wouldn’t get teased,” Eddie claimed. Allie wasn’t sure if she believed him or not, but she liked the answer. “Really, I always loved Felicia’s bush. The way it was just there, and she didn’t even bother trying to hide it? Loved that!”
“Sure you did,” said Craig. But Allie noticed that he seemed to be admiring her as well. “But I mean, good for you, Allie, for trying something different. And I do mean different! Never would have guessed in that bikini you were wearing back in March.”
“Me neither,” Allie admitted. “Now, of course, I can’t wear a bikini.” The comment still turned her on, and now she desperately wanted one or the other of those cocks deep in her hairy pussy. Craig’s was longer, Eddie’s was thicker…or maybe it was just that he was getting hard because of her.
Corri had the same thought. “Eddie, you’d better go cover that up, dear. Men aren’t supposed to be erect in public here, you know.”
“She’s right, dude, I read about that on their website,” Craig said.
“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie muttered; but he did retreat to the deck chair where he and Craig had left their towels.
“Join me for a swim, Craig?” Corri asked.
“Uh, yeah! Sure.” At last Corri was rewarded with an admiring look from Craig at her own lithe, sleek body, which somehow looked even more naked for being less adorned than Allie’s. Just as he was about to take Corri’s arm and lead her to the pool, he remembered his manners and turned to Allie. “Joining us, Allie?” he asked.
To Corri’s visible relief, Allie declined. “Later. Right now I’m just going to enjoy the whole see and be seen thing.” Craig laughed and enjoyed one last look at Allie’s bush before Corri dragged him off. Allie turned and strode slowly around the periphery of the crowd. Even while chatting with her friends, she had been aware of a number of furtive glances from other revelers; and these continued as she put on her unapologetic show. All the websites she had found about nudist camps had said the same: that the veterans were easygoing and would treat you just as if you were both fully clothed, but women especially should expect some overt curiosity from the newcomers. Today being Nude Day, it made all too much sense to her that there would be plenty of newcomers — just like herself and her friends.
And she was aware of the newcomers. Soon she realized they were quite easy to pick out: the two young men who were pointing at her bush and obviously making tasteless comments, until Allie grinned and waved at them, and they ever so quickly remembered their shame and vanished into the crowd. The occasional woman who looked at her with pity, which invariably turned to disgust when she realized that Allie was comfortable with her body rather than ashamed. The surprisingly rare man who looked at her breasts or bush rather than her face when he said hello. But as Allie mingled with the crowd, she soon realized most of them were an okay bunch. Undeniably curious about all the flesh on display, but polite about it, and that was the example Allie did her best to follow.
There was only one stranger with whom Allie welcomed conversation about her body and her hair. She spotted her poolside just as her promenade was finishing: the redhead from the parking lot. Taller than most of the other women and even many of the men, she was easy to spot, and Allie was both relieved and a bit apprehensive as she did. But apologies should be made, and Allie made a beeline for her.
Their eyes met just as Allie emerged from the throng of people just off the hot concrete. “Hi!” she forced herself to say. “I’m Allie. I wanted to say I’m sorry I stared at you out there.”
“Oh, darlin’, that’s fine!” the woman assured her, and before Allie knew it she was being enveloped in a wonderful naked hug. “I always know what I’m getting in for when I strip in the van. But I just feel so much better once I’m naked, even if it does get more attention.”
“Oh, good, thanks,” Allie said, not minding in the least that her new friend was looking at her just as Craig and Eddie had.
“I’m Susan, by the way,” and they shook hands. Then Susan continued, “So I take it you’re new to not shaving.”
“Does it show?!” Allie was bewildered, though still not embarrassed.
“It does for someone like me who’s been this way for years,” Susan said. “You have that look I know so well, of someone who’s still growing into the look. I call it the ‘Does this coat of fur suit me?’ look. And on you, Allie, it does. You look beautiful.”
“Thank you!” Allie felt shy for the first time all morning, but she also felt beautiful with the affirmation.
“Never mind your friend, too,” Susan told her.
“You noticed that too?” Was there nothing this woman didn’t see?
“I didn’t, but I overheard her ranting to her boyfriend about it. I think she’s jealous, because he said he thought it looked great!”
“He’s not…” Allie began, but quickly changed her mind. “I mean, that’s sweet, that he likes my look. This was his idea, actually.”
“Ah, that makes sense,” Susan said. “He probably guessed with that thick dark hair — your head hair, I mean — you’d be nice and bushy underneath.”
“If so, he figured it out before I did,” Allie said.
“Never underestimate just how much time men spend thinking about our bodies, Allie,” Susan said with a grin.
Allie joined Susan for a swim shortly after that, and then had a leisurely day making new friends and learning to guess which men were attracted and which repulsed by her adornment. The latter were usually polite, at least; but it was almost insulting how stubbornly they looked her only in the eye. She saw Craig and Eddie now and again throughout the day, the latter now having his penis under control, and crossed paths with Corri only once. Corri managed only a cordial smile on that occasion, so Allie didn’t bother asking how she was liking the resort. Not much, from the looks of it.
By late afternoon, Allie was guessing — correctly, as it turned out — that Corri had left. “I saw her about an hour ago,” Craig said when they finally met up by the pool at four o’clock. “She said she was getting her clothes back on and taking a taxi back to town. I guess this wasn’t her thing. Too bad, she did look cute naked.”
“Did you tell her that?” Allie was morbidly curious.
“Yeah. She asked, wasn’t I attracted to her? I said of course, she was cute. But she didn’t look satisfied with that.”
“I’m not sure if I’d be either,” Allie had to admit. “I mean, not beautiful or sexy, but ‘cute’?”
“My bad, I guess,” Craig admitted. “It’s just, I’ve seen her almost-nude so many times, at the beach or the pool, I kind of guessed what she looked like. No surprises like with you, Allie. I hope you don’t mind my saying that.”
“I don’t mind at all,” Allie reassured him. “I guess this kind of changes our friendship, though, doesn’t it?”
“Pretty much has to,” Craig said. He was getting hard now, and quickly threw a towel over himself. “No fair, we can’t see if you girls are turned on!”
“Oh, I am,” Allie shared. “Believe me, I am!”
“Are you, now?” Craig was transfixed with her now more than ever, she could see.
“Well, the whole idea was for us to go out with a bang, wasn’t it?”
“I was kind of hoping so,” Craig said. “But I didn’t think either of you girls would go for it, or if one of you did, it would be Corri.” He tugged the towel down harder to tamp down the bulge beneath it.
“Are you kidding?” Allie said. “Corri could have had either one of you any time, all those years. Me, I was the nerd hanging on with her, the one who thought you guys were just putting up with me out of pity. And there I was imagining the two of you in the shower, the pool, whatever, naked and hard. But Corri was the party girl, not me.
“Christ, Allie, that’s amazing. I mean, you were kind of, I dunno, nerdy, but we loved you like a sister all along. Then later, when you grew up a little…what’s the fairy tale…the ugly duckling?”
“I’m the beautiful swan, am I?” Allie stretched out her long legs, thus managing to draw even more attention to her big bush.
“I always kind of thought so. Now I know! Christ, I wish you’d told me sometime you were attracted to me…or was it Eddie you liked?”
Allie needed no time to consider her answer. “Both, Craig. Both.”
Craig looked shy for the first time she could ever recall. “Allie, can you do me a favor? Go find Eddie and can we go out by Harkam’s Woods?”
“Thought you’d never ask.” And Allie was off in search of Eddie before Craig could ask her if she really had been hoping he’d ask. The answer was, she had. For years back in high school, and occasionally since then when home for the summer or holidays. Harkam’s Woods was just what it sounded like: the favorite lovers’ lane at their high school. Allie had been there a time or two with Donnie, her high school beau, and she knew Craig and Eddie had been there plenty of times with plenty of other gals — for the first time it occurred to her that Corri might have been one of them and simply never told her — but she had never been there with either of them. There had been ever so many time she had wished the four of them could go out there together and just play, but it had never happened.
Not until now, and now with the guys to herself!
She was delighted, but not surprised, to find Eddie needed no persuading. Quickly the guys disappeared into their locker room to dress, however temporarily, and Allie stood for a moment and gave the other Nude Day revelers one last look at her beautiful body before following suit. She gave some thought to not bothering to put her clothes on, but decided against it. They did need to get to Harkam’s Woods without getting arrested, after all. So Allie slipped her panties and jeans back on, and pulled her top back on, but did decide not to bother with her shoes. With her bra tucked discreetly into her purse, she went outside to find Craig had the car running and ready.
There was little talk on the fifteen-minute ride in the late-afternoon sunshine. Allie had the back seat to herself, and she stretched out her legs in anticipation. She was wet, and the denim of her jeans felt great stretched tight against her hairy, hungry pussy. Eddie opened the glove compartment and withdrew a box of condoms, leaving no doubt that Allie hadn’t been the only one hoping to end their friendship on a bang. The three friends shared a laugh over that, but there was still no conversation to speak of.
A two lane road led off the highway and through Harkam’s Woods. The trees were thick, but not too thick to block out a bright day like this. It would have to do. Less than a minute into the woods, they passed a parked car. All three politely looked away as they passed it, a courtesy they trusted would be returned — all the young adults and teenagers in the area knew that rule.
Another minute or so down the road, Craig pulled the car over and killed the engine. “This ought to do,” he said. Turning to Eddie, he pulled a quarter out of the ashtray. “Flip you for going first?” he offered.
“I think we ought to let Allie decide.”
“I agree,” said Allie, who was now topless and in the process of sliding her jeans down. Once she was done undressing, she put down the backseat and spread out a blanket that had been crumpled in one corner. Once she had arranged herself enticingly on the blanket, she announced her decision. “Eddie.”
“I deserved that,” Craig admitted. “Have fun, dude.” He turned the radio up loud and politely turned to stare out the windshield while Eddie eagerly wrestled his way over the seat, a condom clutched in his hand.
With Allie eyeing him hungrily, Eddie lost no time in pulling his jeans and shirt off. Once they were off, he crawled over towards Allie, who was waiting with her legs open. “Now then,” he said. “All day I got to look at this…this marvelous creation of nature, and I never got to touch it!”
“How do you think I felt, being attached to it and having no one touch it?” Allie teased. She took his eager cock in her hands and squeezed gently, savoring the moment of the fantasy come true at last.
“Ohhh, that’s nice…” Eddie returned the favor and playfully ran his hand through Allie’s thick, dark curls. “Like that?” he asked. “I do. So hot the way my fingers seem to get lost in there…”
“Please do,” Allie whispered, just before she kissed him for the first time. Their mouths met and opened, and she felt his tongue darting playfully about hers at the same moment his fingers found her clitoris. She arched her back in wonderful shock at his gentle stroke. “God! Yes…yesssss.” She’d always suspected Eddie, jock though he was, could be delightfully gentle when the situation called for it. As his fingers danced deliciously around her pussy, she now saw she was right. “God, Eddie, that’s lovely!” she grunted. “How’d you learn to do that?”
“Never mind that,” he said, and he withdrew his hand. Allie was disappointed for a moment, until she realized he just needed both hands to put the condom on. She lay back and waited, and in no time he was hovering over her, one hand caressing her right breast a bit clumsily but lovingly, while the other tried to guide him in. He wasn’t having much luck finding his way in the thick of things.
“Here,” Allie said, taking his cock in both hands. “It’s okay, he probably just got lost in the forest.”
Eddie laughed so hard Allie wasn’t sure when the laughing stopped and the moaning began once he was inside. Soon she wasn’t feeling any too articulate either, as she watched her dear old friend bobbing above her, pushing in and out of her wet hairy pussy. All those silly schoolgirl fantasies of yesteryear came to life now on the car ceiling just behind Eddie’s lovely face. A thousand wonderful thoughts came to mind, but Allie wasn’t talking. She was moaning. Loud enough to drown out the radio up front, and loving every bit of intimate inarticulateness she let past her lips.
“Oh, that’s beautiful, Allie. You’re beautiful.”
“Thank you,” she managed to say as her moaning got more intense. Eddie knew what he was doing, that much was certain, and his rhythmic pushing did not take long to work its magic on Allie. “Gonna come,” she whispered, her eyes wide open as she was desperate to share the moment with him, and no sooner were the words out than that moment was upon her. “Ahhhhhhhh! Oh God, Eddie…”
“Beautiful,” Eddie whispered, then kissed her softly before she pulled his head down and stuck her tongue deep in his mouth. She wasn’t done; he could still feel her wiggling against him as best she could. “More?” he asked, a bit dumbly.
“Come with me.” It was all she could say at that moment, and it was all he needed to hear. He picked up the pace, and she was once again awash in sensation. Faster than before, and she loved it. There was no doubt at all when he came, as he let out a shriek of his own at last. Allie loved him all the more for finally letting his guard down for that, and as his body finally came to a stop, she hugged him fiercely. “That was beautiful,” she whispered.
“So are you,” he replied.
“Thank you.” She’d have gladly lay there holding him all evening. But they both recalled that Craig was patiently — for once — waiting his turn. Allie doubted that Craig would be nearly as good as Eddie, but she was definitely eager to find out. A long last kiss, and Eddie hurried his clothes back on.
There was no need to tell Craig it was his turn. Allie propped herself up on her elbow to see he had already undressed before Eddie had finished. He was now clambering over the seat as quickly as he could. “Lemme atcha!” he growled playfully.
“You’re at me all right, kiddo!” Allie said, and she lay back again, pulling her vulva open while she waited for him to roll the condom on. “Don’t be long,” she sing-songed.
“Oh, I’m long, all right!” And he was, Allie realized a moment later when he was inside her and grinding away. He reached a bit further in than Eddie had, but he also felt a bit slimmer just as he had looked. It didn’t feel nearly as intense, but Allie was overjoyed with the knowledge of being able to compare them back to back like this. And to think Corri would never even know!
He was hard and fast the whole way, much like Eddie had been only at the end. For Allie, it lacked the joyful intimacy of Eddie’s approach, but the friction did have her worked up to a quick orgasm before long. She was still catching her breath from it when Craig came as well. To mark the occasion, he banged it into her and then shoved his whole self up harder against her, and then against the side of the car. “Oh mannnnn,” he moaned, and then all was quiet.
“You come too?” he asked, finally.
“I sure did,” Allie said, suddenly glad this hadn’t come to fruition years before; think of all the fantasies it would have ruined if she’d known what he was really like in the sack!
“Good,” he said, kissing her on the cheek with surprising tenderness. “Good for me too. Thanks.”
Thanks?
The ride home was nevertheless a pleasant one for Allie. One wonderful lay out of two was pretty good, and she would never feel sorry for herself for not having landed Craig back in school, and now she would always know there were plenty of men out there who loved her natural look. When they stopped for dinner at a favorite roadside diner they had frequented back in high school, a strong sense of melancholy took over Allie’s thoughts…now her youth was truly over. She chose not to broach the subject with the guys, as she was sure they would understand. But Eddie, damn him, picked up on it.
“You okay, Allie?” he asked.
“Fine, thanks,” she said with a sad smile. “Just…I’m going to miss home, is all.” Feeling a bit better for having said it out loud, she added, “But at least we went out with a bang.”
“Wouldn’t have had it any other way,” Craig said.
“Me neither,” Eddie agreed. “Just sorry Corri couldn’t be there to make it complete.”
“It wasn’t complete for you as it was?!” Allie demanded.
“Sorry! I mean, it was awesome, I mean that. But, you know, it was always the four of us.”
“Not like this, it wasn’t,” Craig piped up.
“What do you mean?” Eddie asked.
“Simple, man. As long as you and I both — you know — with Allie, it couldn’t have been all about Corri, could it?”
Leave it to Craig to turn philosophical at just the right time, Allie thought. But neither she nor Eddie said anything. They only nodded their agreement and laughed together. And then the three friends lingered in their old favorite booth until well past dark, talking about old times and friends and plans. Only two subjects were off-limits: Corri, and what they had done in the woods.
That was perhaps fitting, Allie would reflect later on whenever the memory of that dinner came to her mind, for she never saw or heard from Corri again. She did exchange e-mail with both of the guys for a time, but that soon met the fate most youthful friendships do once the friends have grown up and gone their own ways. All just as well, she supposed, as there were plenty of men who proved to be just as appreciative of her natural look as Eddie had been, and there was no need to explain to them how it had all come about.
Once she was out of school for good and working, it would prove necessary to begin shaving her legs again, and out of personal preference she also went back to shaving her armpits soon enough. But some things, she now knew, were best left wild and untouched. And on every Nude Day thereafter, she was reminded afresh that there were many men and women who admired greatly her I-can’t-wear-a-bikini look.