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 ï>¿Cassadee's Coming of Age bysaltyboy69Â(C)

   Cassadee's Coming of Age part 10

   Saturday night

   Cassadee's life flashed before her eyes.  Growing up in small-town
Pennsylvania with her parents and older brother.  Playing with her best
friend, Joey Harper.  Being active in cheerleading and track.  Taking dance
lessons.  Going to prom with Ben Davidson, the quarterback.  Losing her
virginity to Jeff Stewart, with his girlfriend's permission.  Her Coming of
Age party, where her life had changed forever -"stripping and masturbating
in front of hundreds of people.  Going through her mentor ceremony,
blindfolded and having sex with five men she didn't know.  Discovering the
identities of her mentors and sharing intimacy with them.  Finding out that
her brother was one -"and learning to love him in new ways.  Discovering
and embracing her sexuality and making friends -"the Chens, the Blaisures,
Bethany Tate.  And overcoming obstacles along the way -"Dr.  Spitelli's
inappropriate bedside manner, being fucked by David Gleason, Frank Dawson's
attempted blackmail...

   Frank Dawson lived next door to her with his mother.  He was a year
older than her, a high school dropout, who was usually up to no good.  A
couple weeks ago he had taken sexually explicit pictures of her in her
backyard from his bedroom window and then tried to blackmail her into
coming to his house, most likely for sex.  She had had to rely on her
mentor, Lester Camden, a town cop, to handle the situation.  Frank had been
pulled over, which subsequently led to his arrest for drugs.  Lester had
taken care of the pictures, destroying the sim card in Frank's phone.

   And now Cassadee found herself naked, in the back of a van, with Frank
Dawson's hand around her mouth and his other arm around her chest,
squishing her bare tits and pinning her arms against her sides.

   She had been walking home from a friend's house late at night, naked,
and hadn't seen him before he grabbed her and pulled her into the van.  Her
heart was pounding out of her chest and she was screaming and thrashing in
his grip.  Through her terror, she tried to think logically.  She didn't
think he would kill her, but she didn't know for sure.  She thought it was
a good possibility that she would be raped, and her mind was already trying
to prepare for the situation.

   "Shut up!" he whispered harshly.

   Cassadee tried to calm herself down.  She stopped screaming and
fighting, trying to avoid making him angry.  It wouldn't make her situation
better.

   "Stop for a second.  I just need you to listen.  I'm going to take my
hand off your mouth.  But if you scream, I might have to hit you.  And I
don't want to do that.  I can't go back to jail.  I never want to go back
there."

   Cassadee nodded, terrified.  He took his hand off her face and she
opened her mouth to breathe.  She had felt like she was suffocating, and it
felt good to suck in air.  "W-what do y-you want?" she asked, stuttering
over her words.

   "I just want to talk, OK?  I'm not going to do anything to you as long
as you don't try something stupid.  I'll even let go of you if you promise
not to try to escape."

   Cassadee nodded again, feeling his hot breath on her neck.  She felt his
arm loosen and drop away from her body.  She immediately crawled to the
opposite wall of the van and turned to face him, covering her bare body as
well as she could.  Feeling vulnerable in your nakedness could be exciting,
as it was earlier tonight in front of the Blaisures' guests.  But feeling
vulnerable because you were unsafe was a completely different thing.  Her
first instinct was to cover her nude body.

   "Look," Frank began.  "I know I screwed up before with the pictures, OK?
I'm a fuckup.  And I have no interest in messing with the cop or your
brother.  I don't need the headaches."

   The cop that he was talking about was her mentor, Lester Camden, whom
she had texted when Frank tried to blackmail her, which led to his arrest.
And her brother had been on his way to kick Frank's ass when Lester
intercepted him and took care of the situation.

   Cassadee said nothing, huddling in the corner and shaking.

   "I'm not going to hurt you.  I wasn't serious when I said I might have
to hit you.  I just didn't want you to scream, OK?  I just wanted to tell
you I was sorry.  And I won't do it again." His shoulders slumped and he
appeared...deflated.

   "So...why didn't you just text me?  You obviously have my number," she
said shakily, finding her voice.

   "I just got out of jail this afternoon.  My ma needed some stuff, so I
went to the store for her.  I was on my way home when I saw a naked girl
walking down the street, and I couldn't believe it was you.  I just acted
impulsively, like I always fucking do.  I thought that I would never get
you alone where I could talk to you if you knew it was me.  I wasn't
thinking.  Now I'm probably going to jail for kidnapping.  Fuck!"

   He slammed his hand against the side of the van as he cursed.  Cassadee
jumped and curled into herself more tightly.

   "I-I w-won't say anyth-thing," she stuttered.

   Frank scowled as he rubbed his knuckles.  "Yeah, right.  It doesn't
matter.  Like I said, I'm a fuckup.  I probably deserve anything that
happens to me at this point."

   This wasn't turning out precisely as Cassadee had expected.  She had
expected rage.  Hatred.  Even violence.  But not self-pity.  She didn't
quite know how to take this.

   "I'm serious," she said.  "I won't say anything.  Just don't hurt me and
let me go.  I won't tell anyone.  Not my brother, and not Lester."

   "Who's Lester?" he asked.

   "The cop who arrested you," she replied.

   "Oh, great.  You're on a first-name basis with him.  Fuck me.  My life
is over."

   "It's not over.  I just said I wouldn't tell."

   Frank stared at her, trying to judge if she was being truthful.  "I told
you I wouldn't hurt you.  You don't have to look like a scared mouse."

   Was he serious?  "Well, I just got abducted off a dark street and thrown
into a van.  You'll have to forgive me if I'm a little fucking freaked
out." She stayed exactly where she was.

   Frank blew out a breath and rubbed a hand over his face.  He looked
exhausted -"from lack of sleep, or just from life in general.  "I'm sorry.
For everything.  For the pictures, my stupid attempt to get you to come
over to my house, and for snatching you off the street."

   Cassadee was beginning to feel a little calmer.  She didn't think he was
going to hurt her at this point.  It was time for her to reclaim some
control over this situation.

   "Why did you want me to come over to your house?" she asked.

   He glanced at her and his eyes tried to see what she was covering up. 
"It doesn't matter," he said, looking away.

   Cassadee waited a beat, then sat up straight.  She took her arm away
from her chest, exposing her breasts.  "Tell me," she said.

   Frank looked back at her and his eyes got big, darting nervously between
her face and her tits.  He licked his lips and said, "I just...I've
always...kind of...liked you."

   "You liked me?" she asked incredulously.  "So, why the fuck didn't you
just say something?  I'm an extremely approachable person."

   He looked toward the front of the van.  "I should get the groceries back
to ma."

   "No.  Not good enough," she said loudly.  She stood up suddenly and
walked toward him.  The roof of the van wasn't high enough for him to walk,
but there was just enough clearance for her hair to brush the top.  Frank
flinched as she approached, thinking she was going to attack him.  When she
stopped a couple feet short of him, his eyes bounced down to her bare
pussy, which was eye level to where he was kneeling, and back to her face.
"All you had to do was ask.  I probably would have entertained whatever
idea you had.  But you had to be a dick about it.  Why?"

   Frank had his hands in front of him, protecting his face.  He wasn't
sure if she was going to strike him or not.  He couldn't hold eye contact
with her, either.  Not with her pussy this close.  He had fantasized about
seeing her naked in person and he couldn't help himself.  Still, she was
expecting him to say something.  "I-I don't know," he stammered.  "I guess
I never thought you would have anything to do with me."

   Cassadee studied him in the dim light that filtered into the back of the
van from the streetlight.  He wasn't a bad looking guy, if a little
unkempt. He had dark hair that was a little shaggy around the ears.  His
black goatee gave him a somewhat sinister appearance, but his blue eyes
were beautiful.  His hands were stained with grease from working on cars,
she supposed.  His clothes weren't exactly the cleanest.  And the van
smelled like pot.  He wasn't the type of guy that she would ever have
fallen for.

   She recalled a thought that had popped into her head less than an hour
ago at the Blaisures' house.  She had asked herself how far she was
prepared to take her new naked way of life.  Could she expose herself to
anyone who asked?  Could she masturbate for anyone who wanted to watch? 
She was beginning to think that she could.  Her inhibitions were quickly
disappearing.  She was even thinking of taking some human sexuality courses
at college in the fall.  Was this a test?  Could she give this guy, who
didn't deserve anything from her, something as a gesture of her willingness
to live a carefree and sexual life?

   "Frank," she began.  "From now on, I want you to be up front with me. 
If you have something to ask, just ask it.  If you want to see me naked,
just ask.  If you want to watch me do something...just ask.  I'm not a
difficult person to get along with."

   Frank swallowed the lump in his throat as he listened to her words.  Was
she serious?  "Uh, really?"

   "Really.  Obviously, you are seeing me naked right now.  Up close.  Is
there anything else you wanted?"

   He couldn't believe what she was saying.  Was she really asking what he
wanted from her?  She seemed like she was being honest and upfront with
him, so he figured he should do the same.  He might never have another
chance.  "Uh...will you...uh...fuck me?" he asked nervously.

   Cassadee smiled stiffly and said, "No.  I don't really want to touch you
right now.  I'm still a little scared and a lot pissed off.  You need to
get your groceries home to your mother.  And I need to be home safe in my
bed.  Plus, you have some things to prove to me.  If you make me feel like
I can trust you, then we just might be able to take things step by step. 
First things first, I don't care if you watch me through your window.  But
don't take pictures or video, and don't even think about blackmailing me or
uploading anything to the internet.  If I find out you've done something
like that, I will call in every favor I have, and that would not be good
for you."

   Frank could see the seriousness in her eyes, and he nodded his
acceptance of her terms.

   "So, for your first act of repentance, you can drive me home since you
are going that way anyway.  I no longer feel like I want to walk naked in
the dark, thanks to you.  Tomorrow morning, more than likely, I will be
tanning naked in my backyard.  I will text you.  OK?"

   He nodded, not quite believing this turn of events.  She was not only
going to continue to tan naked, but she was going to text him to make sure
he was watching.  He quickly maneuvered into the driver's seat and started
up the van.  He looked at the passenger's seat.  The groceries were piled
on top.  He leaned over and grabbed a bag.

   "Don't worry about it," she said.  "I'll ride back here.  Just take it
easy so I don't get thrown around."

   "OK," he answered curtly.  He pulled away from the curb slowly, and
never let it get above 25 miles per hour.  He took the next few corners
carefully and then stopped, leaving the engine idling.  "We're here," he
said.

   Cassadee slid the side door open and saw that he wasn't in his driveway,
as she expected.  He was sitting in front of her house, waiting for her to
get out.  She smiled to herself at this thoughtful gesture.  Climbing out,
she shut the door.  Then she walked in front of the van and over to the
driver's door.  Frank rolled down the window.

   "Thanks for the ride," she said.

   Frank just nodded and looked around, waiting for someone to pull him out
of the van and beat him senseless.

   "I'll text you tomorrow," she said, then turned and ran up the walkway
to her front door.  She glanced back and saw that he had watched her run
all the way to her front door before driving into his driveway thirty feet
away.

   Cassadee walked through the door and made a beeline for the stairs.  No
one was up anyway.  She walked straight to the bathroom and turned the
shower water to hot.  Slipping out of her sandals, she stood in the hot
water, trembling, as her adrenaline crashed.  The water was cold by the
time she shut it off and she dried with a large, fluffy towel.  She crawled
into bed and thought of how much worse tonight could have gone.  She would
have to be more careful in the future.  Being naked was so much fun.  But
naked women were far more vulnerable than she wanted to admit.  It took her
a long time to fall asleep.

   *****

   Sunday

   Cassadee slept late the next morning.  She came down to the kitchen and
had breakfast after 10am, then returned upstairs to get a shower.  Once she
was done, she dried her hair and pulled it back into a ponytail.  She
didn't normally wear a ton of makeup, but she looked tired and washed out,
so she put on a little eye liner and added some color to her cheeks.  She
grabbed a beach towel, sunglasses, tanning oil, and her phone, then walked
naked into the back yard.

   Before she changed her mind, she sent a quick text to Frank Dawson,
letting him know she was outside.  She wasn't completely sure why.  After
thinking for half the night about what had happened, she had changed her
mind half a dozen times about doing this today.  She didn't owe him
anything, that's for sure.  But maybe she had prejudged him, thinking he
was different from who he actually turned out to be.  When she was pulled
into the van, she thought she was going to be raped, or even killed.  And
when she found out the identity of her abductor, she was sure something bad
was going to happen to her.

   But that hadn't happened.  Not only was he apologetic about how he had
treated her, but he seemed...vulnerable.  He had admitted his attraction to
her.  In truth, Cassadee had a bleeding heart for underdogs and those whom
society had deemed lost causes.  Part of her wanted to find the good she
knew was inside Frank Dawson.  And as long as he was well-behaved, she
couldn't see the harm in rewarding that good behavior.

   She turned a lawn chair, so it was facing the upstairs window of his
house, then took her time spraying on tanning oil until her skin glistened
in the sunlight.  Taking her sunglasses off, she spread the towel on the
lawn chair and lay down on it.  She looked at his window, but it was dark
inside, and she couldn't see anyone watching.  She picked up her phone.

   Can you see me?

   Cassadee waited about 20 seconds before she got a response.

   Yes

   Are you in the upstairs window?

   Yes

   You aren't taking pictures, are you?

   No

   Promise?

   Yes

   Cassadee thought for a moment.

   Wave so I can see you.

   It took ten seconds before she saw a hand next to the glass window
waving.

   Can you see me up close?

   Yes

   How?  What are you looking through?

   Binoculars

   OK.  He was watching through binoculars and texting her with his phone.
So, if he was telling the truth, he wasn't taking pictures or recording her
in any way.

   Thank you for not recording me.  If you are honest with me, it will be
much more rewarding.  For both of us.  :)

   She waited but didn't get a response.

   Do you like what you see?

   Of course

   Well, that was better than 'yes'.  Maybe she was drawing him out of his
shell.

   Cassadee stared at the window.  She wished she could see him.  She drew
her knees up and let them fall outward, exposing her pussy.

   How about now?

   Holy fuck

   Cassadee smiled.  She imagined that he could see her in pretty good
detail with his binoculars.

   Is there anything you would like me to do?

   It took a minute for a reply to come across her screen.

   Suck on your toes?

   The response made Cassadee laugh out loud.  It was the last thing she
expected to read.  It seemed that Frank Dawson had a foot fetish.  Well, of
all the things he could have asked her to do, it seemed fairly harmless, so
she pulled her right foot toward her face and stuck her big toe in her
mouth, sucking on it.

   Oh shit both at the same time?

   Cassadee set her phone down, grabbed her other foot, and stuck both big
toes in her mouth.  She knew this position had her pussy graphically
spread. It was strange to be sucking on her toes, but she took good care of
her feet.  Her toenails were painted a bright pink.  And she had just had a
shower, so her feet didn't smell.  They were almost totally clean, with the
exception of walking on the patio to get to the lawn chair.  She put one
foot back down and grabbed her phone.

   Are you touching yourself?

   She got no response for at least a minute.  Then her phone chimed with a
text message.

   Yes

   The thought that he was masturbating turned her on, and she swiped a
finger between her moist lower lips.  Then she fired off another text.

   Mind if I do too?

   Hell no go for it

   Cassadee held her right foot to her face with her left hand, licking her
sole from heel to toes.  With her right hand, she began to masturbate,
dragging wetness up to her clit.  She stroked her pussy for a few minutes,
working herself up.  It felt so good to lie out in the open air in her back
yard and play with herself.  She glanced around but didn't see anyone else
watching.  Holding her foot started to become a distraction, so she let it
go and opened her legs wide, fingering herself fast and hard.

   Thats fuckin hot

   She grabbed her phone again.

   Tell me when you are going to come.

   No response.  Cassadee began moaning as she rubbed her clit.  It felt so
good.  She was getting close, so she texted him.

   I'm going to come.  Watch closely.

   She pulled her pussy open with the fingers of her left hand as she
stroked herself with her right.  Her juices were flowing, and the
squelching noises were loud in the quiet backyard.  She glanced around
again, checking for watchers.  She couldn't see over her shoulder without
turning completely around, but she was distracted at this point and didn't
really care who might be watching.  She finger-fucked herself quickly,
drawing a loud moan out of her throat.

   As the orgasm crashed into her, she thrust her pelvis outward, splaying
her sex open for him to see.  A small squirt of pussy juice launched from
inside of her, followed by white cream, which ran down between her ass
cheeks.  The contractions inside had her legs trembling and her abdomen
flexing.  Her eyes squeezed shut of their own accord, and she moaned
loudly. Cassadee was addicted to orgasms.  She could spend her entire day
doing nothing but making herself come.  And it was even better when she
knew someone was watching.  As she lay there breathing heavily and
recovering, her phone chimed.

   Cumming

   She fired off a quick text.

   Show me.

   As she squinted at the window, she thought she saw quick movement,
followed by something squirting on the glass.  Cassadee smiled and texted.

   That's hot.

   It took another minute for a response to come through.

   You are the hottest thing I ever seen

   She smiled up at the window and twiddled her fingers.  A hand waved
back. Maybe she could keep this whole thing with Frank Dawson under control
after all.  She told him she was going to lay there and tan for a while,
and if he promised to abide by her wishes about recording her, he could
watch as long as he liked.  After about a half hour she got a text.  It was
a picture.  She opened it and her heart shot up into her throat.  Did he
take a picture of her?  And was he stupid enough to send it to her?

   Cassadee opened the photo and saw herself naked, posed on a big rock and
masturbating.  The picture quality was amazing.  It was the most beautiful
picture of herself she had ever seen.  A text followed.

   Pictures turned out better than expected.  Stop by and see them. 
Lawrence xxoo

   Cassadee smiled to herself.  It was from Lawrence Dalton, the older
photographer she had posed for the other day.  Her heart raced with
excitement as she thought about all the naked pictures he must have of her.
Probably hundreds.  The irony wasn't lost on her.  Here she was, terrified
that Frank Dawson would take a picture of her naked, and then giddy about
seeing the hundreds of photos at Lawrence Dalton's house.  It really all
boiled down to trust.

   Cassadee jumped up and gathered her stuff, waving at the window and
seeing a wave in response.  She headed inside and pulled her running shoes
on, then shot out the front door and ran the few blocks to Lawrence's
house.

   *****

   "These are absolutely beautiful, Lawrence!" she exclaimed happily. 
Cassadee had never even thought of modeling before, but these pictures
looked like something from a magazine.  Some of them could have been in
Vogue or Cosmopolitan.  Others, maybe Penthouse or something.  But they
were all so exquisite.

   Lawrence scrolled through picture after picture, smiling as he went.  He
was happy.  The last time Cassadee had seen him, which had been the first
time they had met, he seemed...lost.  After talking with him for a while,
she had discovered that he was a photographer and a widower.  His wife's
pictures were all over the house.  She had been a beautiful woman.  But she
had died a few years prior, and his love of photography had just dried up.
And after an impromptu photoshoot with Cassadee, it seemed that he had
discovered his first love again.

   As she sat in a chair next to Lawrence at his computer desk, Cassadee
glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.  He was a very handsome,
distinguished-looking older gentleman.  He kind of reminded her of 'The
Most Interesting Man in the World' from that beer commercial.  His hair and
beard were gray, his skin ruddy, like he had spent a lot of time in the
sun, and his build impressive for a man of his age.  He had a barrel chest
and muscular arms and legs.  Judging by the photos of his wife all around
the house, she was something exotic, with an olive complexion and black
hair.  Cassadee guessed that she must have been Italian or Hispanic.  Or
maybe even from some island chain in the South Pacific.

   "Honestly, Cassadee," he rumbled in his gravelly voice, "a few of these
are gallery-worthy.  I wanted to talk to you about showing these to my
agent in New York and possibly selling a couple at a gallery show. 
Obviously, they won't go anywhere without your permission.  But these
turned out extraordinary.  And I'm pretty sure I could sell a couple of
them for big bucks.  What do you think?"

   Cassadee's face became a mask of seriousness.  When she had posed for
him, it was with the understanding that the photos wouldn't leave his
house. But now he was talking about putting nude photos of her in an art
gallery in New York City, and selling them to strangers, who would probably
hang them in their houses.  Could she live with the thought of strangers
having naked pictures of her hanging on their walls?  Or possibly even
pictures of her masturbating?  The thought turned her cheeks scarlet.  How
would it impact her future?  Obviously, she wasn't running for public
office or anything.  But could something like that affect her future job
prospects?

   She had originally been thinking about going into business or finance in
college.  But lately, the idea of a career in human sexuality had been on
her mind.  Maybe a sex therapist?  She could imagine herself as a celebrity
sex therapist, like Dr.  Ruth Westheimer, only younger...and hotter.  Maybe
she would make the rounds on talk shows, speaking about sexuality and
sharing her openness with the entire world.  In that case, she didn't think
pictures like this would hurt her at all.  They might actually increase her
popularity.  But, if that career path didn't work out and she went into
something much more conservative, how would the photos be perceived?  After
thinking on it for a few minutes she arrived at a decision.

   "I think..." she began.  She paused for another moment, solidifying the
decision in her mind.  "I think you should do it," she said seriously.

   "Seriously?  You don't mind?  Obviously, I would pay you.  Since I never
had you sign a model release, I would consider giving you...say...20
percent of the sale price on any photo that sells?"

   "That would be fine," Cassadee said, smiling.  Maybe she could make a
few hundred bucks from it over the summer.

   "OK, this is wonderful!  Thank you, so much!  Now, let me ask you
something.  Normally, to round out a studio showing, I should have more
than just the one sitting.  Would you be willing to pose for me a few more
times?"

   Cassadee was caught off guard.  "You want to take more nude pictures of
me?" she asked.

   "That would be ideal," he nodded.  "We could get some in different
places around the house, as well as some more outdoors.  And we should do
some of you clothed too, in different stages of undress.  Is this something
you would have time for?  We could make a lot of money with these, you
know."

   Cassadee suddenly felt very naked sitting next to him in nothing but her
running shoes.  "How much money?" she asked nervously.

   "Well, probably anywhere from four to six thousand per photograph.  If
we sell twenty signed original prints at an art show, well, they could
fetch a total of $100,000.  Your twenty percent cut could be as much as
$20,000."

   Cassadee's eyes bugged out of her head.  "What???" What kind of
photographer was he?  Was he famous?  She had no idea that they would fetch
that much money.

   He nodded.  "That's the high end, so it might not be quite that much,
but that's a pretty good guess."

   "OK, I'll do it.  I'll pose any way you want!" she said
enthusiastically.

   Lawrence laughed and clapped his hand on her bare back.  "That's my
girl."

   They made a plan for her to come over on Wednesday.  He wanted to take
her out for some outdoor photoshoots and asked her how she would feel about
being nude around different parts of town.  Cassadee tentatively agreed and
told him she would be there.  Lawrence walked her to the door, and they
said their goodbyes.

   As Cassadee walked home, an idea began to form in her head.  Lawrence
had asked her to shoot naked pictures in different places around town.  And
she had already talked to the mayor about the legality of being naked
anywhere in the county.  She wondered if she could talk to the business
council and get them on board, just like the mayor was.  If she could get
the businesses in town to agree to be nude-friendly, then it was a
realistic possibility that she could get away with not wearing clothes all
summer.  Could it be done?  She was determined to find out.

   *****

   Monday

   Cassadee began making calls first thing Monday morning.  She called the
mayor's office, and was put through to the man himself, Jack Burnside.  She
explained her idea to him, asking for his advice on the best way to
approach the business council.  He recommended speaking to Carole Slater,
who chaired the council.  Mayor Burnside asked her to wait for him to call
her back after he had a chance to talk to Carole.

   Within an hour the mayor called her back.  He said everything should be
smoothed over with Carole, and suggested Cassadee give her a call. 
Cassadee did just that and got Carole on the phone.

   "Hello, Miss Ellison," Carole said in greeting.  "The mayor explained
your wishes to me.  Let me just make sure we are on the same page.  You
wish to spend the entire summer completely nude and it is your desire that
the businesses in and around our lovely town accommodate you in that
endeavor.  Am I correct?"

   "Yes, ma'am.  I researched the laws at the courthouse myself, and after
confirming with the mayor, it is indeed legal in this town and the
surrounding county to be nude in public.  That includes all city and county
buildings.  It doesn't include federal or state, unfortunately, but I
shouldn't have to go in those buildings for the summer.  However, if I
can't go in any public businesses, then it would be quite confining for me
to spend the summer without clothing.  I wouldn't be able to go out to eat
or shop for groceries or anything else.  If the local businesses would
agree to go along with this idea, then it would make my summer much more
enjoyable." Cassadee crossed her fingers that Ms.  Slater would be
receptive to the idea.

   "May I ask why?" Carole asked.

   "Why?" Cassadee asked in response.

   "Yes.  Why?  Why do you want to walk around town naked for the entire
summer?  What is the point?"

   Cassadee paused.  "Umm, well..." she began.  "I guess I've done a lot of
growing since my Coming of Age party over a month ago.  I've embraced my
womanhood, including my sexuality.  I would love to explore those aspects
of myself further.  I guess I figured that, since it is already legal here,
why not go all the way?  Why not ask the local businesses if they would be
receptive to my...experiment, for lack of a better word?  Plus, it's
extremely enjoyable to me.  I like feeling free with my body, and not
having to be confined by clothing.  And I like people to see me -"all of me
-"for who I am.  I plan on opening myself up to my friends and neighbors on
all levels -"intellectually, emotionally, and physically.  And maybe I will
be able to inspire other women or men who may feel the same but have been
chained by societal norms and their own inhibitions."

   Carole listened patiently as Cassadee made her pitch.  After Cassadee
was done, Carole said, "Hmm.  I will take this to the council for
discussion.  If a majority of the council members are on board with this
idea, then I will make some calls.  If I can get some of the key businesses
in our area to agree to this, I think the others will follow suit."

   "Oh, that's wonderful!" Cassadee said excitedly.  "Thank you so much! 
Do you know how long this process will take?"

   "The council meets this Wednesday night.  I will put the idea forward
and we will take a vote.  I have to warn you that a number of the nine
council members are quite conservative.  It might behoove you to attend the
council meeting in person.  And if you are serious about this, I would be
prepared to be naked if it becomes necessary to more vividly explain your
position."

   "Oh.  OK.  I can do that," Cassadee replied.  Could she really?  Could
she attend a business council meeting in the nude?

   "Very well.  I suggest you be at the council building at 7pm sharp on
Wednesday night.  I'll see you then, Miss Ellison."

   "Thank you, ma'am.  I will be there."

   After they hung up, Cassadee experienced a bout of nerves.  In two days,
she was going to have to speak at a meeting of the business council, which
was nerve-wracking enough.  But she might also have to get nude in front of
the council.  Not only the council, but also in front of all the attendees.
She wondered how many attendees there might be.

   Cassadee needed to take her mind off this, so she went upstairs and
knocked lightly on her brother's door.  She didn't hear anything, so she
opened the door quietly.  He was still sleeping.  She shut the door behind
her and crept quietly over to the edge of his bed.  Pulling the sheet down,
she saw he was naked.  She licked her lips and decided to go for it.  She
needed sex.  Mindless, primal sex.  She straddled him with her pussy
covering his flaccid penis.  Leaning over, she whispered in his ear.

   "Greg, wake up."

   Her brother stirred, peered at her through sleepy eyes, and tried to
push her away.

   "Greg.  I need you to fuck me.  Right now."

   At that, Greg opened his eyes wide and looked at her, finally with
recognition.  He smiled and grabbed her by the hips.  Cassadee stroked his
dick, massaging it against her wet pussy to get him erect.  He began moving
his hips to match hers.  Finally, he was hard, and Cassadee lifted up high
enough to guide him inside.  As she sat down on his length, she pinched her
nipples and moaned out loud.  She leaned forward and began to ride him.

   After a few minutes of exquisite genital stimulation, Greg stopped her
and said, "Turn around."

   Cassadee lifted herself off his dick and turned around, straddling him
again.  Greg grabbed her ass cheeks and groaned as she sat down on him. 
This felt different.  It was hitting things at a different angle.  Greg
controlled his thrusts as he moved her ass up and down on his cock.  He
must have had a fantastic view in that position, Cassadee thought.  He
could probably see the penetration, as well as her pink little rosebud. 
She reached back and touched his wet dick where it slid in and out of her.
It felt so good.

   She was working her way toward a wonderful orgasm when Greg suddenly
grabbed her hips and pulled her all the way down against him.  He bucked as
he came inside her pussy.  Shit!  She hadn't come yet.  Greg moaned and
rocked as he filled her with his semen.  Cassadee moved her hips and
wiggled around on his dick, hoping to prolong his erection, but he was
softening despite all her effort.  Cassadee whined as she realized he was
slipping out of her.

   Greg grabbed her around the waist and tossed her backwards onto his bed.
He crawled between her legs and pushed two fingers deep inside her pussy.
Curling them upward, he began to stroke her G-spot hard and fast.  It
sloshed and squished as he masturbated her roughly.

   Cassadee began moaning immediately.  What he was doing caused her legs
to shake violently.  She grimaced as she felt a pressure build deep within
her pelvis.  The feeling was far too intense, so she grabbed his wrist to
slow him down, but he ignored her hand and went even faster and harder. 
Her moans turned into screams as she felt the dam burst inside.

   Cassadee's pussy began to spray like a burst pipe.  She soaked Greg's
hand, his chest and face, and his bed.  Her contractions came fast and
hard, like a fist was squeezing her vaginal muscles from the inside.  A
ululating scream left her throat as her entire body went into convulsions.

   Greg withdrew his fingers as she jerked and spasmed.  Her face and chest
were beet-red, and her eyes were forced shut.  Her breathing was quick and
shallow.  She turned to her side and pulled her legs up into the fetal
position, curling in on herself.  It took an entire minute for her spasms
to subside.  Finally, she lay there sweating and moaning under her breath.

   Greg licked her fluids off his hand.  He loved the taste of her.  Gently
prying her legs apart, he coaxed her onto her back.  He leaned down to her
pussy, smelling her strong, heady musk, and massaged her entire vulva with
his tongue, cleaning up her juices and licking every part of her sex,
tasting his own cum.  He took his time, working his tongue between her lips
and inside her opening.  As he slowly licked her, her body responded,
releasing a small amount of warm fluid, along with a drop of white
discharge.  He swallowed it all, as he continued eating her pussy.

   Cassadee had finally come down from that earth-shattering orgasm and
began working toward another as Greg went down on her.  His tongue felt
amazing.  He was taking his time and warming her up without attacking her
pussy too intensely.  As he worked his way around her clit, his tongue
brushed it gently and she jerked slightly.  He continued to eat her out
like a pro.

   As Cassadee's legs relaxed and opened even farther, Greg began a slow,
gentle, suction on her clit.  His tongue brushed it up and down as he
sucked -"a light flicking at first, followed by more aggressive swipes as
her body responded.  Before long, Cassadee was moaning with her hand on the
back of his head, holding his face between her legs.  He increased the
suction, strumming her clit hard with the tip of his tongue.  She began to
shake again, her nails digging into his scalp as she gripped a handful of
hair.  Finally, she came, her legs clamping onto the sides of his head and
bucking up and down.  The orgasm wasn't nearly as intense as the last one,
but it seemed like it was deep and extended, as if someone were dragging it
slowly out of her body with a rope.  She moaned loudly as he coaxed every
last convulsion out of her orgasm.  Totally spent, she melted into his
sheets, her sweaty cheek resting against the coolness of his pillow.

   Greg lay down and spooned her from behind until they both fell back to
sleep.

   *****

   Cassadee spent the rest of Monday relaxing around the house.  The mail
arrived after 3pm and her mother delivered a package with her name on it to
her in the backyard.  She sat up on the deck chair and opened the package.
It was a brand-new Hitachi vibrator.  Cassadee's eyes grew big as she read
the accompanying note.

   Just a little something to practice with.  Don't use it too often or you
will desensitize yourself.  Until we meet again.  - Dr.  S

   Oh, wow.  Dr.  Spitelli had sent her a vibrator.  She quickly opened the
manufacturer's packaging and pulled it out.  There was no electrical outlet
within reach of the deck chair on the back patio, so she took it upstairs
to her bedroom.  She plugged it in and laid down in her bed.  Turning it
on, she held it against her hand.  Holy fuck!  It was strong!  No wonder he
had been able to torture her with one of these the other day at his house.

   She placed it on a lower setting and spread her legs.  She touched it
against her clit and jumped a foot off the bed.  It was intense!  Adjusting
it to the lowest speed enabled her to make contact with her labia, and she
worked her way around her pussy, getting used to the strong vibrations. 
Finally, she was able to hold it directly against her clit for a couple
seconds at a time before she had to pull it away.  Each time she did, it
rocketed her closer to an orgasm.  Within a minute she was there.

   She tried to keep it on her clit for as long as possible as it pushed
her over the edge.  She could feel her vaginal muscles contract sharply
like there was an electric current running through her sex.  Crying out,
she let the vibrations do their thing, as the orgasm sparked through her
body.  Afterwards, she shut off the vibrator and lay there panting.  She
couldn't ever remember coming so quickly.

   Cassadee walked to the bathroom and cleaned it off, then stuck it in her
underwear drawer, thinking to herself that she would definitely be having a
lot of fun with it in the near future.  She would have to make a trip out
to Dr.  Spitelli's house soon to thank him in person, although she wasn't
sure she was quite ready for another visit just yet.  The thought of it was
as scary as it was erotic.

   *****

   Wednesday

   Cassadee hadn't done much on Tuesday except worry about today.  She was
going to be posing nude for Lawrence.  That wouldn't have been a big deal
if it were going to be at his house like the previous photoshoot.  But he
wanted to shoot her in different locations around town.  She hadn't yet
gone outside of her neighborhood on her naked runs.  Going downtown ran the
risk of serious exposure.

   That brought her to the other thing happening tonight.  The business
council meeting.  She was going to have to speak to the council, and
possibly back up her request for nude acceptance in public businesses by
being nude at the meeting.  If she got permission tonight from the business
council, she would be able to spend the entire summer nude.  What was she
thinking?  Was she brave enough for this?

   After showering and fixing her hair and makeup, Cassadee had lunch with
her mom.  Then she slipped on some sandals and walked over to Lawrence's
house, which was only a few blocks away.  Along the way, about seven cars
and numerous bystanders took notice of her.  Some honked or whistled, while
others just waved or winked.  This was, by far, the most attention she had
ever gotten on a naked walk.  Was this a taste of how her day was going to
go?

   By the time she walked through Lawrence's door, her cheeks were pink,
and her heart was beating fast.  The attention was flattering but it was
nerve-wracking as well.  Lawrence offered her a shot of tequila to calm her
nerves, which she gratefully accepted.  Before they got in his car, she
downed a second one.

   He drove them to a local park and shut off the engine.  Cassadee was a
little buzzed, but she was feeling much more at ease about the photoshoot.
Lawrence walked around to the trunk to grab his camera and equipment, and
she climbed out and stood by the car.  It was the first time she had ever
been to the park without clothing.

   They walked to a large oak tree that had branches close enough to the
ground for Cassadee to climb up.  Lawrence had her lie on a branch with her
arm and leg hanging over the side like a lounging lion.  After snapping
some photos, he had her assume numerous poses.  In one pose, she was
standing on two separate branches with her legs spread wide apart between.
Her whole pussy was splayed out for the small group of spectators that had
gathered there.  People asked why they were taking pictures like that, but
everyone was respectful.

   Moving on to some playground equipment, after checking to make sure
there were no kids there, Lawrence took numerous photos in varying poses on
everything from the monkey bars to the slide, and finally the swing.  Many
more people saw every intimate part of Cassadee's body.  After he was done
at the park, Lawrence drove her to a fountain with a statue in the middle,
right in the center of town.

   He had her splash around in the water and climb on the statue as he shot
photo after photo.  Cars and pedestrians alike stopped in their tracks to
watch the nude girl frolicking in the fountain.  A few times, when she
noticed how many people were looking at her, she almost covered herself
with her hands.  Being nude in front of hundreds of people at her Coming of
Age party was different because it was in a strip club.  But having dozens
of people stop to stare at her naked breasts, pussy and ass in the middle
of town was something else entirely.  She felt far more exposed here than
she did at her party.  But this was what she said she had wanted -"the
freedom to go without clothes.  It was legal, and she even had the mayor's
blessing.  Tonight would determine if the business council felt the same
way.

   After Lawrence was finished shooting at the fountain, he drove her a
couple blocks away to the courthouse.  He took pictures of her posing on
the steps, and some more of her lounging on one of the stone lion statues
in front.  More people stopped to watch, and even take pictures on their
phones.  Cassadee started to panic when she saw that, but Lawrence calmed
her down by reminding her that if she intended to spend the summer nude,
she was going to have to get used to people taking her picture.  She
couldn't expect to walk around naked and not have her picture taken.  It
was an unreasonable expectation.  Cassadee realized he was right, and when
she came to terms with it in her mind, it was like a weight had lifted off
her shoulders.  Strangers would have pictures of her naked body.  And some
of them might even upload them to the internet.  There was nothing she
could do about it, so she might as well embrace it.

   A man with a camera hanging around his neck walked up to Lawrence and
said something to him.  Lawrence nodded and waved for Cassadee to approach
them.

   "Cass, this is Jeremy Beckham.  He's a newspaper reporter who works for
the Daily Sentinel," Lawrence said as he introduced them to each other.

   Jeremy shook Cassadee's hand and asked, "Why are you taking nude photos
in town?  I received a call from someone saying you were at the fountain,
but when I got there you were gone.  Is this some kind of publicity stunt?"

   "I'm a photographer," Lawrence said, "and I wanted to get some photos of
Cassadee in different locations around town.  Not many people know this,
but public nudity is legal here, and Cassadee is a brave and willing young
woman who has allowed me to shoot her for a photography exhibition in New
York."

   "So, you don't mind people seeing your naked body?" he asked Cassadee.

   "Actually, I'm getting more and more comfortable with it," she replied.
"Since my Coming of Age party about a month ago, I've experimented with
public nudity.  After confirming that it was legal here, I got the mayor's
blessing to be nude anywhere in town, including inside township buildings.
The nudity laws extend throughout the entire county, actually.  And
tonight, if I can get the business council's approval, I will hopefully be
allowed to enter any business in town without clothing."

   "You're going to the council meeting tonight?" he asked.

   "Yes.  I'll be speaking...and possibly taking my clothes off, if
necessary."

   Jeremy's eyes widened.  "Wow.  OK.  Do you mind if I shoot a couple
pictures of you two for the paper?  Of course, any private parts will be
blocked out."

   Both Cassadee and Lawrence shook their heads, saying they didn't mind.
Jeremy shot a picture of Lawrence taking a photo of Cassadee.  Then he shot
a couple "behind-the-scenes" photos of Cassadee by herself in different
poses, staying out of Lawrence's way as he worked.  After he was done, he
asked to take a photo of the two of them standing side by side and smiling.
Jeremy said goodbye and told Cassadee that he would see her at the council
meeting tonight.

   Lawrence was satisfied with the number and variety of pictures he had
taken, so he drove her back to his house and began to transfer the files to
his computer.  They looked through a few and, as usual, Cassadee was blown
away by his talent.  Again, the pictures looked like they should be in a
magazine.  Lawrence thanked her for her time and said that he would be up
late working on them.  Cassadee hugged him and left for home.

   The people she passed on the way home didn't faze her.  She smiled and
waved, not feeling the least bit embarrassed by her nudity.  As a matter of
fact, she was loving it.  She stopped to pet a dog that was being walked by
an older woman in a jogging suit.  The woman asked her the usual questions
about why she was naked, but after hearing Cassadee's explanation, and
seeing how confident she was, the woman smiled and complimented her on her
beauty and her bravery.  She even said that if she were forty years
younger, she might have joined her.  Cassadee left feeling on top of the
world.

   *****

   At 6:50 pm, Cassadee pulled into the parking lot of the council
building. She was dressed in a white blouse, a navy-blue skirt that went to
her knees, and heels.  She had made sure that her hair and makeup looked
professional.  As she sat there in the car for a few minutes, her hands
shook.  Speaking in front of the council was more intimidating than the
thought of taking her clothes off in front of them.  A couple minutes
before 7pm, she entered the building and took a seat near the front.  It
seated about a hundred people, and it was almost packed.  As she looked
around, she noticed many people she knew, including the mayor.  She smiled
and waved at him and he returned the greeting.  Jeremy Beckham, the
reporter, walked in and sat on the opposite side.

   At 7:02 the meeting was called to order by Carole Slater.  The minutes
were read and then she brought up the first order of business.  It had to
do with a rash of vandalism that had affected numerous downtown businesses.
It seemed that petty crime wasn't limited to the big cities.

   There were several more issues to be dealt with as Cassadee listened
attentively and waited patiently.  At around 7:45 Carole brought forth the
last piece of business of the night.

   "It has been brought to my attention recently that public nudity is
legal in this town and surrounding county," she said.  Numerous attendees,
along with a couple members of the council, gasped scandalously.

   "A young woman has expressed her intention to explore her freedoms under
the law and has already received the blessing of the mayor, giving her
permission to be nude in any and all public buildings."

   This brought more gasps and looks around the room.  Some people were
shocked and scandalized, while others were giggling under their hands.

   "This young woman has approached me, seeking the support of the business
council to include all public businesses in her nude endeavors."

   "Who is this woman?" asked councilwoman Riley Mason, owner of a wedding
boutique in downtown.

   Carole glanced over at Cassadee and asked, "Miss Ellison, would you
please approach the podium?"

   Cassadee was a bundle of nerves as she shakily took her position at the
podium.

   "Please explain your request to the council, Miss Ellison," Carole said.

   "OK.  Umm, thank you Councilwoman Slater.  For those of you who don't
know me, my name is Cassadee Ellison.  I just graduated with this year's
high school graduates and have plans to further my education at Clearwater
University in Florida."

   She looked around the room and saw that everyone's attention was focused
on her.  Many were smiling with wide eyes, trying to process the fact that
the young lady standing at the podium actually wanted permission to be
naked in public, and to patronize local businesses while wearing nothing.

   "In the meantime," Cassadee continued, "I will be spending the summer
here, in my hometown.  Two months ago I turned eighteen, and I had my
Coming of Age party about a month ago.  As most of you know, a girl's
Coming of Age party is a turning point in her life.  It was for me, that's
for sure.  I had my party at Defloration, the strip club, and I took my
clothes off and danced in front of hundreds of attendees, some of whom are
here in this room.  I even did a masturbation show, having an orgasm in
front of all of those people."

   There were murmurs around the room.  Some people smiled and nodded,
having attended that special night.  Others seemed embarrassed for her,
their faces turning red and their mouths hanging open in shock.

   "I had been extremely nervous beforehand, but it turned out to be one of
the best days of my life.  I had so much fun.  And in the weeks that
followed, I realized that I missed it.  I liked taking my clothes off in
front of people.  I wanted them to see my naked body.  And most other
people seemed to like looking at it too."

   Cassadee spoke directly to the councilmen and women, whose reactions
were reflective of the audience in general -"some were listening
attentively with an open mind, while others seemed scandalized.  Cassadee
made sure to make eye contact with the ones who seemed less than
enthusiastic.

   "I did some research at the courthouse, searching out the specific laws
that governed public nudity in our town and county.  It is indeed legal
here.  Not just toplessness, but full nudity.  Any one of the people in
this room could walk outside and take all of their clothing off, and there
is nothing that could be done about it.  The police can't arrest you for
it. Furthermore, Mayor Burnside confirmed this, going so far as to say that
it would be permissible to be nude in any township or county public
building -"including this one."

   The noise in the room suddenly increased, people talking among
themselves.  Carole had to call the room to order.

   "Cassadee, please tell us why this is important to you," Carole
prompted.

   "Well," she began thoughtfully, "we live in a day and age where women
are encouraged to be independent, free thinkers -"but only to a point. 
There is a fine line between a female being considered a feminist or a
slut. I'm not exactly sure where I stand on the issue of feminism, but I do
know that if public nudity is legal, and if I, as a strong, independent
woman, wish to engage in this legal activity, there should be nothing wrong
with it.  No one should look down on me or shame me for it.  If I'm
comfortable enough in my own body to allow the world to look at me -"the
real me, the way I was born -"then why should anyone care to obstruct me
from doing so?"

   This was it.  Cassadee needed to make her pitch to them, and hopefully
they would see things her way.

   "I fully intend to spend the entire summer completely naked, except for
shoes.  What I'm wearing right now will be the last clothing that will
cover my body until I leave for college in approximately three months.  I
am a runner, so I will be running around town without clothes.  I will be
driving around town nude in my car.  I may go to the park naked.  I would
like to have permission from all of the local businesses to engage in my
right to be nude inside their establishments, whether they be department
stores, boutiques, restaurants, etc.  It will be extremely challenging to
spend my summer naked if I can't go anywhere or do anything.  I'm asking
the council to encourage local businesses to be open to allowing me entry
to their buildings without the societal rules concerning clothing."

   The council members shared looks between them -"some encouraging, some
not.  Carole cleared her throat.

   "Cassadee, if you intend to spend the summer naked, then I think you
should be willing to prove your intent to the council and the attendees of
this meeting.  Since it is legal for you to be nude in this building, I
think you should put your money where your mouth is.  You say that you
enjoy being naked in front of people.  How do we know you are serious,
unless you are willing to show us exactly what you intend?"

   "Of course, Councilwoman Slater," Cassadee said.

   This was the pivotal moment.  If this was what she needed to do to
convince the council that she was serious, then she would gladly do it. 
She saw that some of the council members looked less than happy.  But
others, including Riley Mason, looked more accepting and encouraging.

   Cassadee stepped out from behind the podium, so that the council members
could see her.  She began unbuttoning her blouse.  After she had undone
most of the buttons, she untucked it from the waistband of her skirt and
popped the last button.  She opened the shirt and slipped her arms out,
laying it on the podium.  Her pushup bra barely covered the tops of her
areolae.  Standing in front of the council in her bra, she could feel her
nipples stiffen under the lacy material.

   Next, she unzipped her skirt in the back.  It took no time at all, and
the skirt fell loosely off her hips, exposing the back of her thong and her
bare ass cheeks to the crowd behind her.  She heard the murmurs of the
audience as she stepped out of the skirt and laid it on the podium with the
shirt.  She was now dressed in only a bra, a thong, and heels.  A couple
male council members averted their eyes, looking at the paperwork in front
of them.

   This was it.  This was the moment her public nudity journey began.  And
there was no use in being embarrassed or nervous because she had declared
her intention to everyone, and she needed to prove that she was serious.

   Cassadee quickly unlatched the clasp between her bra cups and pulled her
arms out of the straps.  The bra quickly joined her other clothing.  The
air felt cool on her nipples, which were extremely erect.  Moving her
thumbs inside the waistband of her thong, she confidently pushed it down
over her hips and thighs, stepping out of it carefully, so her heels
wouldn't catch.  She balled it up and pushed it into her pile of clothing,
which she moved to the side of the podium.  Then she spread her arms to the
sides so the council members could see all of her.  She turned around,
showing them her bare ass and, in the process, gave the audience their
first full-frontal view of her breasts and pussy.

   Stepping behind the podium, Cassadee spoke into the microphone.  "I'm
now completely nude.  This is me.  This is the body that I was blessed
with. I'm not ashamed of it, and I don't mind anyone seeing me like this. I
won't be offended if people stare.  I'm comfortable and I intend to spend
the entire summer naked.  I would ask you to please allow me entry into the
businesses in this town, so that I can live my life fully this summer
without restrictions on where I can go."

   Carole cleared her throat again.  "Thank you, Miss Ellison.  Thank you
for your bravery in breaking down barriers and defying societal norms.  And
thank you for your thoughtful and well-worded appeal.  I am going to put it
to a vote.  All those of the council in favor of encouraging local
businesses to allow entry to persons regardless of their state of dress, or
undress, please say 'yea'.

   Five council members answered in the affirmative.

   "All those opposed, say 'nay'."

   Four council members opposed the motion.

   "The 'yeas' have it.  The motion is passed," Carole said with a smile.
The audience erupted into applause, whooping and hollering.  Cassadee
smiled from ear to ear.

   "Miss Ellison," Carole continued, "this means that we will promote and
encourage your ideas of public nudity to the local businesses.  Ultimately,
the decision to allow entry still rests with each individual business.  But
I believe that our local business owners, and our local public for that
matter, are open-minded enough to see that there would be no harm in
granting you access.  I think we can have some placards or stickers made,"
she said glancing at one of the council members to her left, who nodded his
agreement, "that each business can place in their window to allow people to
know whether or not they are a 'nudity-friendly' establishment.  I think
the publicity from this will encourage most places of business to go along
with this campaign.  But this is a free country, and we can't force a
business to allow you entry if you are nude.  Do you understand?"

   "I do, Councilwoman Slater.  And thank you very much." Cassadee turned
to look at the audience who again applauded for her.

   "Go ahead and take your seat, Miss Ellison," she said as she finished
the meeting.

   Cassadee placed her clothing under her bare butt.  She suddenly realized
that being nude for the summer was going to take a little planning and
preparation.  She would need to carry a clean towel every day to sit on, in
order to keep good hygiene.  She would also need a large purse, or a bag to
carry the towel, along with moist towelettes for wiping when she had to go
to the bathroom.  She didn't want to smell bad or have any unseemly residue
anywhere.  And her period was going to be challenging.  She would need to
have tampons with her at all times, and she would have to change them
often. She also didn't want to walk around with blood running down her
legs. It was going to be a challenge, but she was more than up for it.

   Once the meeting was adjourned, Carole Slater walked up to her and shook
her hand.

   "Congratulations, Cassadee.  I'm very impressed with how you handled
yourself tonight.  I'm afraid it won't be as easy as you might think it
will, being nude everywhere around here for the summer.  There are plenty
of conservative people, just like some of the council members.  I'm afraid
every business won't be receptive, but I'm pretty sure most will."

   Jeremy Beckham walked up and said, "Can I get a picture of you two?"

   Carole grasped Cassadee's hand in a handshake, and they stood side by
side, posing for the picture.

   "Great!  I will be submitting a story for tomorrow's newspaper.  It will
be completely favorable, of course, so it should be great publicity."

   Cassadee thanked him and then spent the next thirty minutes meeting and
greeting audience members who wanted to introduce themselves, or to
congratulate her on her bravery.  Many of them ogled her breasts and pussy
as they talked to her, which made her heart beat more quickly, but she
figured she would have to get used to it.  Many asked for selfies with her
as well, which she nervously posed for, realizing there would forever be
images of her nudity out there in the world.  The idea that naked images
existed, and there was nothing she could do about it, actually brought a
sense of calm to her.  This was just her life now.  There was no use in
being uptight about it.  People were going to take pictures of her nude
body and some were probably going to post them on the internet, or even use
them to pleasure themselves.  It was what it was.  Acceptance was freeing.

   Cassadee drove home after the meeting and joined her family in the
living room.  Her dad paused their show and asked her how it went.

   "It was amazing," she responded.  "I took all my clothes off in front of
everybody.  And I intend to remain this way until I go to college.  No more
clothing for me for the entire summer!"

   Her parents congratulated her and told her they were proud of her for
living out her beliefs.  She thanked them, and then asked her mom to speak
in private.  Kathleen followed her upstairs and into Cassadee's room.  She
shut the door behind her.  They sat together on her bed.

   "Mom, I just wanted to say...thank you."

   "For what?" Kathleen asked, genuinely curious.

   "For everything.  For being my mom.  But especially for being my
advocate.  I was overjoyed about some of my mentors.  And with others, I
wanted to kill you.  I thought you had lost your mind.  But I get it now.
Each of my mentors fulfills a specific role in my life.  They are men I can
look up to and rely on when I need help.  Each one has been so lovely.  And
in some cases, the sex has been out of this world." Cassadee smiled shyly.
"Anyway, I just wanted to tell you I love you more than anything and I'm so
happy with how everything has turned out."

   Kathleen wiped a tear away and hugged her daughter tightly.  After she
left, Cassadee left her bedroom door open.  It was time to share her
sexuality openly, not only with her family, but eventually with the world.
After a loud Hitachi orgasm that everyone in the house heard, Cassadee went
to bed extremely happy that night.

   *****

   Thursday

   Cassadee's dad had gone out to get a newspaper that morning, and it was
waiting for her in the kitchen when she woke up.  The front page headline
made her hold her breath.

   LOCAL GIRL TO SPEND SUMMER COMPLETELY NUDE

   by Jeremy Beckham

   Cassadee Ellison isn't your average high school graduate.  Not only did
she graduate academically near the top of her class, but she was also a
star track athlete and a cheerleader for the football program. 
Additionally, she is a beautiful young lady who wants to live life on her
terms -"in the nude.

   I met Cassadee yesterday when she was modeling for a local photographer
in different locations around town.  She was completely without clothing
and seemed confident and happy about it.  I asked her why she was doing it
and she explained that since her Coming of Age party a month prior, she had
become experimental with being nude.  She was enjoying it, and after
researching the town laws concerning public nudity, was fully on board to
be as nude as possible, as often as she could.

   She spoke at last night's business council meeting and very confidently
and eloquently explained her position to the council, even disrobing in
front of them and the entire assembly to prove her seriousness.  After a
vote of 5-4, Head Councilwoman Carole Slater announced that they would
encourage all local businesses to allow Cassadee, and by extension, anyone,
to be nude within their establishments.  Placards will be distributed to
businesses, which they can display in their window if they intend to be
'nude-friendly'.

   Cassadee is a lovely young woman, and we wish her the best of luck
during her "naked summer".

   Cassadee squealed in excitement as she read it.  It was all coming
together.  Her plan to spend the next three months nude was coming to
fruition.  She would give the town a few days to get the placards
distributed before she tried to exercise her privileges.  She was so
excited that she could barely contain herself.  This summer was going to be
epic.

   The End of Cassadee's Coming of Age