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   Kelli Ch.  01

   I met Kelli Stouffer at a Bar Association Holiday party in early
December the year after I got my law license.  After going to college in
the Chicago area, I had graduated from law school in Virginia the year
before.  I moved home to Southwestern Ohio and was hired as an associate at
a locally based, large, very old law firm.  I was standing in the hors
d'oeuvre line at the mixer when a very pleasant female voice asked if I'd
hand her a paper plate.

   When I turned to pass on the plate, I faced undoubtedly the most
beautiful woman I'd ever met in person.  The first thing I noticed about
Kelli were her very bright blue eyes.  Below the eyes were prominent cheeks
bones, made more prominent by her smile.  The smile revealed perfectly
white teeth that contrasted with her red lips and a slightly dark
complexion that suggested some Mediterranean heritage.  Her face was framed
by dark brown hair cut just above shoulder length.

   Kelli's first words to me, after having asked for the plate, were
"You're Will Lampe.  You wrestled 197 in college." My wrestling career had
ended almost five years ago and hadn't been particularly notable.  I didn't
expect anyone to remember me as a wrestler, least of all a beautiful young
woman I'd never met before.

   "I did," I said.  "How do you know?"

   "I was a cheerleader at OSU," Kelli replied.  "We cheered at the
wrestling matches.  You wrestled in Columbus a couple of times.  I remember
your team wore white uniforms trimmed in purple and black.  Those uniforms
were pretty revealing you know."

   "Yeah," I said.  "We stopped using them my senior year for that reason."
I chuckled.  "It figures, I suppose, that the only person I've met who
remembers me as a wrestler is from OSU.  I never won a match in Columbus."

   "But," Kelli said, "you looked better losing than a lot of guys."

   I took Kelli's comments as a promising start.  While the point of the
mixer was to network, I spent the entire event talking to Kelli.  She
didn't seem to mind.

   Kelli was wearing the standard woman lawyer uniform: low heels, a dark
skirt that fell below her knees, and a dark jacket over a beige blouse. 
The uniform is, I think, intended to conceal a woman's figure.  However,
the swell of her blouse and jacket suggested that Kelli probably had a nice
chest and the bit of her calves I could see looked firm and shapely.

   Kelli had invoked two of my prejudices.  Despite having grown up in
Ohio, I had a low regard for OSU, and I had cheerleaders stereotyped as
airheads.  Kelli swiftly overcame my prejudices insofar as she was
concerned.  It took only a few minutes of conversation for me to realize
that Kelli Stouffer was a very bright person.  That conclusion was
confirmed when she told me had gone to my college's law school in Chicago.
It was generally considered one of the top ten law schools in the country.
I hadn't bothered to apply to it knowing I had no chance of being admitted.

   The mixer ended much sooner than I wanted it to.  It was a Thursday
night.  We all had to be at work early the next morning billing hours, so
asking Kelli to go somewhere after the mixer was out of the question.  I
was ridiculously pleased, though, when Kelli wrote down her direct line
number on a scrap of paper, handed it to me, and said, "Call me.  Let's
have lunch soon."

   I must admit that I had fantasies about Kelli Stouffer for the rest of
the evening.  In the cold, hard light of dawn, I convinced myself that
Kelli had just been polite and that she would undoubtedly have reasons why
she was never free for lunch.  Still, I called her around 9:30 that Friday
morning.

   Kelli's voice sounded as nice over the phone as it did in person.  Her
normal speaking voice had a slightly low pitch which made her sound sexy,
although I was sure that was not her intent.  "Will!  I'm glad you called,"
she said, which got my hopes up a little.  "Unfortunately," she continued,
"I have a memo which I have to get on a partner's desk by the close of
business today.  If I get lunch at all, it will be at my desk." That was
what I had expected.  "But," Kelli added, "I'm free Monday.  Does that work
for you?"

   It didn't matter what I had scheduled the following Monday (not much in
truth), I'd have blown that off to have lunch with Kelli.  "It works very
well," I replied.

   "Great!" Kelli said.  "Meet me in the lobby of my building at 11: 30."

   That first lunch established that, although Kelli was by far the
superior conversationalist, we shared several interests.  We both liked
sports, watching and playing.  We both worked out.  We both liked mystery
novels.  Both of us were unsure whether we wanted to spend our entire
careers at big law firms.

   Although we missed the week between Christmas and New Year's, our
lunches became a weekly event that I very much looked forward to.  Nothing
Kelli said during them suggested she had a boyfriend, and I was listening
carefully.  After about a month, I took what I thought was a huge chance.
The local professional theater company was doing Herman Wouk's The Caine
Mutiny.  I overpaid for two tickets for a Saturday night performance a week
hence.  I invited Kelli over our Monday lunch and was almost dumbstruck
when she accepted with seeming enthusiasm.

   Every time I had seen Kelli, she'd been wearing that standard woman
lawyer's uniform.  I wondered whether she'd be wearing it again as I
knocked on her apartment door that Saturday night.  What she was wearing
when she opened her door was tasteful, but it was a long way from the
uniform.  A cream-colored sweater confirmed that Kelli did indeed have a
very nice, if slightly large, chest.  Her dark brown corduroy skirt stopped
at mid-thigh, showing very good legs.  When Kelli turned to get her coat, I
noticed that her skirt was tight enough to suggest a very beautiful ass.

   The theater was the first of many dates.  There were concerts, hockey
games, dinners, a variety of things we both enjoyed.  Kelli and I weren't
lovers, but we quickly became a lot more than just friends.  We were
together almost every weekend, except Kelli was never available on the
third Saturday of the month.  I didn't ask why.  If she wanted me to know,
she'd tell me.

   As the weather warmed, our activities moved outdoors.  I was
particularly honored to be invited to go with Kelli on a Saturday morning
in late May when she golfed with three of her friends: Pam, Karla, and
Clarissa.  I didn't golf, so I was assigned the tasks of spotting where
each woman's shots landed and having beer ready when any of the four of
them asked.  While none were as stunningly beautiful as Kelli, her friends
were all very attractive women.  I was happy to do my jobs.

   The golf outing had felt something like an audition for Kelli's friends.
I guess I passed.  A couple of weeks later, we were having a Sunday
afternoon picnic.  "Will," Kelli said, "Fourth of July is a Saturday this
year.  I get that Friday off.  My parents live just outside Columbus.  I'm
spending the Fourth weekend up there.  My sister Karen and her husband are
coming in from Pittsburgh.  Uh, well, do you want to come with me?"

   We hadn't had sex, but I had completely fallen for Kelli by that point.
I took great heart from the fact that I was invited to meet her family.  Of
course, I wanted to go with her, and I said so.

   As my anticipation of the trip grew so did Kelli's apparent anxiety.  It
came to a head the weekend before the Fourth.  Kelli crushed me by saying,
"Will, I know I invited you to spend the Fourth with me and my family, but
I'm thinking it's not such a good idea."

   I assumed she'd found out an old, longed-for, boyfriend was going to be
in town.  I knew better than to ask, but I did: "Why?"

   Kelli blushed.  "I, well, I like you.  I like you a lot.  I don't want
you to lose respect for me."

   "Kelli," I said.  "I'm sure that there's nothing about you or your
family that would cause me to lose an iota of the respect I have for you."

   Kelli just looked at me for a moment.  "Shit," she said.  "I put myself
in this corner.  I don't see anything to do except tell you."

   "Tell me what?" I asked.

   Kelli started off indirectly.  "Mom and Dad are both doctors.  They have
a lot of money.  When I was very young and Karen was in grade school, they
bought a piece of land outside Columbus and built our house there.  It sits
on several acres and there aren't any other houses close.  They have a
pool, jacuzzi, and tennis courts.  There's a small lake behind the house.
We have our own beach.  The weather's supposed to be great next weekend so
everyone will be using those."

   "It sounds pretty nice to me," I said.  "What's the problem?"

   Kelli took a deep breath.  Hurriedly, she said, "Harry, we don't wear
any clothes at home.  We never have.  We're nudists.  So's my
brother-in-law.  We'll be using all that stuff naked.  We'll all be naked
the whole weekend."

   While I'd had no experience with nudism, it didn't strike me as deviant
behavior.  I was very surprised to find out that Kelli, the ex-cheerleader
and young lawyer, hung out with her family in the buff.  She was
intelligent, charming, and extremely beautiful; not the kind of person I
thought nudists were.  I didn't see it as some character flaw, but her
revelation was completely unexpected.  I guess that showed in my face.

   "Fuck," Kelli said.  "I knew it!  Now, you think I'm some kinky weirdo."

   "No," I replied.  "I know you too well to think that.  I'm just
surprised.  I can understand, though, that your parents and your sister
wouldn't want me around to see them in the altogether."

   "That's not the problem at all," Kelli said.  "For years, until I
started law school in Chicago, we took family summer vacations to naturist
resorts or places that had nude beaches.  None of us has any problem with
other people seeing us in the nude.  The problem is that my family would
want you to go nude too."

   Since the subject had come up, I'd been trying to conceal my excitement
at the prospect of seeing Kelli Stouffer naked.  What she had just told me
about her nudist upbringing added to her appeal in my mind.  I hadn't
considered that I'd have to be naked too.  To my surprise, the idea of
going naked with Kelli and her family, none of whom I'd yet met, sounded
like great fun.

   "Kelli," I said, "if we assume nudity isn't a problem, would you still
want me to go with you on the Fourth?"

   "Yes, absolutely!" Kelli said.  The way she said that made me feel very
good.  I really wanted to go.

   "Ok," I said, "let's just agree that it's not a problem.  If the rule at
your family's home is that people don't wear any clothes, as a guest, I'll
follow your family's rules."

   Kelli looked at me without saying anything.  Finally, she leaned forward
and kissed me.  We'd given each other pecks before.  This was a real kiss,
on the lips.  After a few moments, both of our lips opened, and our tongues
met.  We kissed for a long time.

   When Kelli broke our kiss and sat back, I said, "Uh, there's one issue
that occurs to me."

   Kelli smiled.  "What's that?"

   "Well," I said, "you are an extraordinarily beautiful woman.  Of course,
I haven't seen you with your clothes off.  I'm afraid that, when I do,
there may be a, well, physical reaction."

   "I knew that was where you were going," Kelli said.  "It's no big deal
if you get a hard on.  Rob, my brother-in-law, has at least one every time
the family gets together." Kelli thought for a moment.  Then she said,
"Will, I'd decided a few minutes ago that I was going to make love to you
today.  I've changed my mind.  I'm going to wait until we get to my
parents' house.  I think a week of anticipation of seeing each other nude
and knowing that we're going to make love will enhance the experience for
both of us."

   I initially thought Kelli was being a tease.  However, she made the
right call.  The anticipation built between that Sunday and the following
Friday, and it was exquisite.  Kelli fed it during those five days with
frequent references to "when I see you with your clothes off" and "when you
see me naked." She even let those slip a couples of times while we had
dinner with her friend Karla the Wednesday night before our trip.  I
glanced at Karla both times.  Karla just smiled.

   While I expected the trip would be a very special experience, I was
nervous as we drove north on I-71 that Friday morning.  I think Kelli was
too.  It came through in her voice as she gave me thumbnail descriptions of
her family.  Her mother and father were in their mid-fifties.  Kathleen,
her mother, was an oncologist.  Jeff, her father, was a surgeon.  Karen,
her sister who was five years older, was an architect in Pittsburgh.  Rob,
Karen's husband, was an engineer who specialized in glass.  "You say I'm
beautiful," Kelli said.  "Wait until you see Karen.  She's gorgeous."

   Kelli directed me onto the belt road to the east of Columbus.  We exited
the freeway and drove further east on a two-lane road.  The area was
becoming rural when Kelli said, "turn into the next driveway on the left."
I turned and followed the drive about 500 yards up a small hill.  The house
atop the hill wasn't as big as I'd expected.  "Mom and Dad didn't build a
huge house," Kelli explained, "they put the money into things like the
pool, the tennis courts, and the lake." A Japanese SUV was parked outside
the two-car garage.  "Karen and Rob are already here," Kelli said.

   As I pulled up and parked, one of the garage doors went up.  A tall,
slender woman came out wearing a terry cloth bathrobe.  Kelli got out of my
car, went up to the woman, and they hugged briefly.  Turning to me, Kelli
said, "Will, this is my Mom."

   The woman stepped forward towards me.  "Kathleen Stouffer," she said. 
"It's nice to meet you.  Kelli talks about you a lot." That was
interesting. "I know Kelli's explained our lifestyle to you.  You are ok
participating in it?"

   "I am," I replied.

   "That's good," Mrs.  Stouffer said.  "We really aren't heavy-handed. 
Jeff and I built this place as a sanctuary from clothes.  We've just
learned that it doesn't work well if one or two people remain clothed while
the rest of us go nude.  I'm sure you're going to enjoy yourself."

   I had the chance to observe Kelli's mom while she was talking.  Mrs. 
Stouffer looked her age, but she was still a very handsome woman.  I could
see the source of some of Kelli's tremendous beauty.

   Mrs.  Stouffer smiled and said, "Of course, we put Karen and Rob
together in have her room.  That means the two of you will have to share
Kelli's room.  Any complaint?" After a short silence, Mrs.  Stouffer said,
"I thought not.  Be good."

   "Where is everyone?" Kelli asked.

   "Karen, Rob, and Jeff are at the beach," Mrs.  Stouffer replied.  "I'm
going down there now.  Take your things upstairs, get your clothes off, and
come out.  Don't forget your sunscreen."

   Still wearing her robe, Mrs.  Stouffer walked around the corner of the
house.  I got Kelli's and my small bags out of the car and followed Kelli
through the garage into the house and upstairs.  Kelli stopped at a door
midway along the hallway.  "This is my old room," she said.  "I cleared my
stuff out several years ago so my parents could use the room." The room had
a chair, a dresser with a mirror on top, a closet, and one queen size bed.
I followed Kelli into the room and set our bags on the floor.

   Kelli turned to face me.  "Are you ready for this Will?" The reality hit
me that Kelli and I were about to take our clothes off in front of each
other.  My dick started getting stiff.

   "Uh, I suppose I'm as ready as I'm going to be," I replied.

   Kelli smiled.  She gathered the hem of her sundress in her hands, pulled
it over her head, and tossed it on the bed.  Underneath her dress, Kelli
wore a bra but no panties.  She reached behind her back, unhooked the bra,
and let it slide down her arms.  She tossed the bra on the bed and stood in
front of me with her arms at her sides.  "What do you think?" she asked.

   Kelli Stouffer was (and is) very beautiful clothed.  However, she is
infinitely more beautiful in the nude.  Her breasts were slightly larger
than you'd expect for her body-size but were firm.  Her nipples, pointing
at that moment, were upturned.  Her stomach was flat and smooth.  Her hips
flared alluringly above smooth firm thighs.  Between her thighs was a
narrow landing strip of brown hair.  Her Mediterranean complexion extended
over her whole body, unmarred by any tan lines.

   "I, uh," I stammered.  "My god Kelli!," I blurted, "you're more
beautiful than I imagined."

   Kelli giggled.  "I'm glad you like it.  I haven't shown you this outfit
before.  I was worried whether it would live up to your expectations.  Now,
get your clothes off.  I want to see the real you."

   Apart from her astounding beauty, there was something very appealing
about Kelli standing there naked.  She seemed so comfortable and confident.
I wondered whether I could manage that trick.  I suddenly wanted to find
out.  I wanted to take my clothes off and stand nude with Kelli.  I was
looking forward to being nude in front of Kelli's mom and family, seeing
them nude and having them see me.

   I slid off my sandals and pulled my polo shirt over my head.  Kelli took
the shirt from me and tossed it on the bed on top of her clothes.  I
unbuttoned the waistband of my cargo shorts and lowered the zipper. 
Knowing I would be doing this, I had gone commando.  I let the shorts fall
to my feet and was as naked as Kelli.  The difference was that I had a hard
on.

   "Damn Will," Kelli said, "you look better nude than in your college
wrestling uniform.  Turn around." I slowly turned 360 degrees.  When I
faced Kelli again, she said, "We used to love those white wrestling
uniforms you guys wore because we could see your butts and your packages
pretty clearly.  I like your butt and dick a lot better completely
uncovered." Kelli giggled.  "I also like your dick hard and standing up
like that." I know it's base, but there's something very nice about a woman
with who you're infatuated telling you she likes your hard-on.

   Kelli and I hugged tightly.  Kelli said.  "your dick's poking me, but I
like it." We hugged again and kissed.  The feeling of her bare body against
mine was an indescribably wonderful sensation.  Finally, I reached up and
started to rub one of her nipples.  Kelli leaned back.  "I want to also,"
she said, "but I have to take you out and show you off to the family. 
We'll have all night.  When Mom said, 'Be good,' what she meant was 'make
sure you get my daughter off.'" Kelli laughed.  "Don't worry about it," she
added.  "Mom and Dad are enthusiastic about me having sex, as long as they
like the guy.  Come on, there's sunscreen in the bathroom."

   I followed Kelli down the hall to a large bathroom where we spread
sunscreen over each other.  Running my hands over her bare skin seemed like
handling a rare gem.  I didn't want to let go.  Kelli took my hand and
said, "Come on."

   I followed Kelli's gorgeous bare ass back to the first floor and through
a sliding glass door onto the Stouffers' patio.  Standing outdoors nude was
a new experience for me.  It felt nice.  Kelli picked up two large towels
that were folded on top of a patio table.  She smiled.  "Let's go to the
beach." We walked side-by-side, holding hands, across the Stouffers' back
lawn.  The lawn had been recently cut.  The yard was surrounded by trees.
Birds were singing.  It was a beautiful day.  Kelli looked perfectly
natural, and exquisite, nude in that setting.

   As we walked, Kelli said, "you know, when you're outside on a great day
like this, it really should be illegal to have any clothes on."



   "As beautiful as you are," I said, "it should be illegal for you to ever
have any clothes on."

   Kelli laughed.  "But I'd freeze my titties in winter."

   "I can keep them warm for you," I replied.

   "Well, Mister," Kelli said, "if I have to spend the rest of my life
nude, you'll have to also."

   "I'll take that deal if I can do it with you," I said.

   Kelli stopped.  She looked in my eyes.  "You mean that, don't you?" she
said.

   "Yes, I do," I replied.

   As we resumed our walk, Kelli said, "you may think twice once you've met
the family.  We're pretty close knit.  You'd have to consider them part of
the deal."

   We reached a place where the yard started sloping down.  Kelli stopped
again and said, "There's the lake and our beach." The lake was about 50
yards away.  It was bigger than I expected, maybe 200 yards long by about
100 yards across.  It looked manmade.  For about twenty yards back towards
us from the water, the grass had been replaced with sand.  At one end of
the beach was a large wooden table with a center pole supporting a thatched
"umbrella." Two huge coolers sat in the shade on the table.  Six folding
lounge chairs were set up in the sun.  People were lying in two of them.  A
short, dark complexioned man and a taller slender woman were standing.  I
could see they were both nude.

   We started walking again.  As we got closer, I saw the slender woman was
Mrs.  Stouffer.  She turned to face us.  She wasn't as beautiful as her
daughter but, nude, she was beautiful.  "There you are," she said. 
"Everyone, meet Kel's boyfriend Will Lampe."

   The man who had been standing walked over to me, extending his hand. 
"Jeff Stouffer," he said, "pleased to meet you." We shook hands.  Mr. 
Stouffer was shorter than his wife but had broad shoulders, a flat stomach,
and powerful-looking thighs.  His grip was very strong.  His darker
complexion explained Kelli's.

   The couple who had been lying in the lounger chairs stood up.  The woman
was a slightly taller version of Kelli with smaller breasts and narrower
hips.  The man looked like (and I learned was) a distance runner.  The
woman looked at me and said, "Damn Kel.  You found a stud."

   "That's my smart-ass sister Karen," Kelli said.  "The man of infinite
patience next to her is Rob."

   Karen jogged over to me.  Her breasts were not as big as Kelli's, but
they bounced nicely.  "I have to hug you for having the courage to date my
sister," Karen said.  She gave me a tight hug and rubbed her body against
me a few times.  Karen stepped back and looked down at my dick.  My hard-on
had subsided while we walked to the lake.  "I'm losing my touch," Karen
said.  "I thought I'd get him at least a little hard.  Guess I'll just have
to stick with Rob." Karen walked over to her husband and slapped his ass.

   Mrs.  Stouffer came over.  "Ignore Karen," she said.  "She likes to see
if she can get a reaction out of people.  We have beer, wine, and water in
the coolers.  I'm headed there.  May I get you something?  I should tell
you that you'll lose esteem if you ask for water."

   "In that case," I said, "I'll take a beer."

   "White wine Kel?" Mrs.  Stouffer asked.

   "Yes, please" Kelli said.

   Mrs.  Stouffer brought back our drinks and drinks for her and her
husband.  We all sat down.  Kelli and I were put in the middle lounge
chairs, with Mr.  and Mrs.  Stouffer to Kelli's left and Karen and Rob to
my right.

   After a few minutes, Mrs.  Stouffer said, "Will, I gather from what
Kelli told us that this is your first experience with social nudity."

   "That's right," I said.

   "Be careful Kel," Karen said.  "He's serious if he's willing to get
naked with us."

   "I hope he's serious," Kelli replied.

   Before I had to say anything, Mrs.  Stouffer asked me, "How do you like
going nude with people you've never met before?"

   I considered my response.  "It is certainly wonderful to be outside nude
on a day like this.  The people are very impressive."

   "We all work to stay in shape," Mr.  Stouffer said.  "Going nude a lot
gives you incentive.  We appreciate you conforming to our house rules. 
That says something very positive about your level of commitment to Kel."

   Thankfully, Mrs.  Stouffer redirected the conversation before it went
deeper into my relationship with Kelli, the exact nature of which I was
unsure of.  We spent an hour or so just sunning.  Then Mr.  Stouffer went
up to the house and came back with a large bowl, paper plates, and plastic
forks.  Inside the bowl was a salad of various meats, green peppers, red
onion, cucumber, cheeses, and some other veggies I didn't recognize.  It
was mixed with a dressing of olive oil and herbs.  It was great.

   It got very hot after lunch, so we all got into the water.  We swam a
little.  I found a place I could stand in water about chest deep.  I
watched Kelli's parents, sister, and brother-in-law naked in the water.  It
struck me that it would have been more incongruous if they'd had suits on.
That they were all nude seemed perfectly natural.  Kelli swam up.  She
stood next to me with our bare hips touching.  "So," she asked, "what do
you think of my family?"

   "I like them," I said.

   "Karen likes to mess with my friends when she first meets them," Kelli
said.  "she'll chill out." Kelli paused.  "Uh, do you like them enough you
want to become part of this group?"

   I turned to face Kelly.  She had a serious look on her face.  There was
only one permissible answer to her question, but I meant it when I said
"Yes."

   Kelli's serious look turned into a smile.  "You chose a wise place to
stand," she said.  "The water's deep enough I can do this, and no one can
see." She had cupped my balls in her hand.  After a moment, she let go of
my balls and started running a finger along the underside of my dick.  It
felt very nice.

   "And I can do this without being seen," I said.  I reached my hand
between her legs.  I wasn't as graceful as I hoped but, after a bit of
groping, I felt Kelli's clit and began rubbing it.

   "That feels very nice," Kelli said.

   We fondled each other for a couple of minutes before Karen yelled, "Stop
the foreplay you two.  It's time for tennis.  Mixed doubles."

   Kelli yelled back.  "It's the hottest part of the day!"

   "When better to play?" Karen replied.  "Just a set.  Challenge!"

   "Shit," Kelli said softly.  "We have a rule.  When one of us says
'challenge,' you either agree to do what the person suggests, or you must
do the next thing they suggest.  The next thing is usually embarrassing."
Kelli giggled and started stroking me harder.

   "I thought we're getting out of the water," I said.

   "We are," Kelli replied.  "I just want Karen to see you hard.  It will
bug her.  You're bigger than Rob."

   I was very hard when Kelli led me out of the lake.  Karen and Rob were
waiting on the beach.  Karen looked at my dick and said, "Damn, that's
nice."

   It was too hot to play tennis.  I was quickly sweating profusely.  At
least I didn't have any wet clothes hanging on my body.  Karen and Kelli
seemed to take the game very seriously.  Rob, whose skill level seemed only
slightly above mine, and I were less serious.

   Kelli had played tennis in high school.  She aced her sister twice and
returned two very hard serves from Karen for winners early in the set and
the competitiveness calmed a bit.  Karen said, "Shit Kel.  I still can't
beat you." Karen took a new tack.  Each time I was across the net from her
between points, Karen found some reason to turn and bend over, showing me
her pussy and her asshole.

   The first two times Karen did that, I made a point of looking away. 
Kelli came up and whispered "Go ahead and look at her.  I think you'll get
an opportunity for a little payback."

   The third time Karen turned and bent over, I looked straight at her ass.
She did look good.  Karen straightened up, turned to face me, and asked,
"Like what you see Will?"

   "Very much," I said.  "You're almost as beautiful as Kelli." I think her
husband laughing was what really bothered Karen.

   By the time Kelli won the set, with little help from me, all four of us
were drenched.  We headed to the open-air shower by the pool.  Kelli said,
"I'm not sure we're quite ready for all four of us to shower together. 
Karen, you and Rob go first."

   Karen and Rob got under the shower and proceeded to put on a show.  Rob
very slowly washed Karen's boobs, between her ass cheeks, and between her
legs.  Karen spent probably ten minutes just on Rob's dick and balls.  Rob
left the shower fully hard.  As Karen came out from under the shower, she
gave Kelli a look that seemed to say, "top that."

   As Kelli and I got under the shower, I whispered in her ear "any
limits?"

   Kelli whispered back "no." I stood her so we were in profile to Karen
and Rob.  I washed her back and hips.  Then I knelt behind her and licked
between her hips with my tongue.  It tasted better than I'd expected.  When
I stood up and turned Kelli to face me, she was smiling.  I gently washed
her face, shoulders, and most of her chest and belly before I tongued and
then sucked each nipple.  I knelt in front of her, washed her legs, and
then began licking my way up the insides of her thighs.  As I moved up
closer to her pussy, Kelli spread her legs to give me better access.  I
licked around her trimmed pubic hair before I started licking her lips. 
Then I moved to her clit.  I was enjoying myself until Kelli said, "stop!
You'll make me come!  I'm saving that for tonight." I stopped.  Looking
over at Karen and Rob, I sensed they were enjoying the show.

   Kelli gave me a vanilla wash until she whispered, "stop me before you
come." With that, she knelt in front of me and took my limp dick in her
mouth.  She got me hard fast.  She wasn't on her knees long before I had to
say "stop."

   As Kelli and I toweled off, Karen said, "Will, I'm thinking you might
just fit in this family."

   Dinner was outside on the patio, in the nude of course.  Mr.  Stouffer
grilled lamb chops.  Mrs.  Stouffer made another wonderful salad and some
sort of vegetable cooked in big leaves.  It was all great.  There was
plenty of wine, but I watched my consumption closely.  If I was going to
make love to Kelli for the first time that night, the last thing I wanted
was alcohol-impaired performance.  I noticed that Kelli wasn't drinking
much either.

   We all helped clean up after dinner, and then sat around talking.  I was
quizzed some on my family.  I related how Mom had succumbed to cancer
between my junior and senior years of college.  Dad died of a massive heart
attack while I was in law school.  My one sibling, Lisa, three years my
senior, worked in the Munich, Germany office of a Big Four accounting firm.

   It was still pretty early when Kelli stood and said, "Please excuse us.
It's been a long day.  Will and I need to get some rest."

   Uh huh," Karen said sarcastically.  She and Rob had partaken more freely
of the wine.

   I followed Kelli's beautiful ass up to her room.  I started to close the
door, but Kelli stopped me.  "We never close doors in this house," she
giggled, "no matter what's going on in the room." We hugged and kissed
passionately.

   I was hard when Kelli broke our embrace.  "Will," she said, "I want to
do this very much, but you need to know something.  Yeah, my family has a
pretty open attitude to sex, but I don't take it lightly.  If I make love
to a guy, I'm making a commitment and I want one in return.  I guess that's
why I haven't had sex since undergrad." Kelli was stroking my dick while
she said that.

   "I understand," I said.  "I don't do one-night stands either.  You
definitely have a commitment from me." Those last words came out a lot
easier than I had expected they would.

   Kelli leaned in and kissed me again.  "Then," she said, "let's have
fun." She put her hands on my shoulders and pulled me down on top of her as
she fell on the bed.

   "Aren't we forgetting something?" I asked.

   Kelli forcefully said, "Bareback Will.  It's about trust." I decided
immediately to trust her.

   We slid up so we were completely on the bed.  I got above Kelli and she
used her hands to guide my dick into her pussy.  That took a bit of force.
Kelli was, as they say, "tight." Once I was in her, it felt great.

   I started moving inside Kelli.  "Slowly, Will," she said.  I slowed
down. Kelli was very communicative, and it wasn't too long before, working
together, we found the exact position that she liked best.  I held that
position and slowly, methodically worked to stimulate her.  While we both
enjoyed the sensations in our groins, necks, earlobes, and nipples, hers
and mine, received a lot of attention too.  We kissed a lot.  Part of the
time, we just looked at each other.  I thought I'd never seen anything as
beautiful as Kelli Stouffer's face while she was having sex.

   We kept a pace just vigorous enough to keep us both aroused as we got to
know each other in a different way.  I really felt like I died and gone to
heaven.  I was a little surprised when Kelli finally pulled me very tight,
reached a hand behind me, and rubbed a finger around my asshole and said,
"Now, make me come!"

   I started thrusting faster, harder, and deeper.  "That's good, very
good," Kelli said.  I realized I'd gotten slightly off the spot we'd found
together earlier so I shifted position slightly and pushed hard.  "On it!"
Kelli said.  Go!" I pushed hard and fast at that spot inside her.

   Kelli's breathing sped up dramatically.  She dug her fingers into my
back hard.  She started going "oh . . . . . .  oh . . ..  oh . . .  oh. .
oh, oh oh.  OH!  OH MY!  FUCK YES!" Her body shuddered.  Kelli was yelling
now, "KEEP GOING!  RIGHT THERE!  OH GOD YES!" Her body started shuddering
almost continuously.

   I was now very close to coming myself and said so.  "DON'T PULL OUT!"
Kelli yelled.  "COME . . .  IN . . .  ME!  OH MY GAAAAWD!" Kelli's whole
body spasmed.  Her legs clamp hard around me, and her fingers dug into my
back so hard it hurt.  I shot, a lot, just as Kelli relaxed.

   I stayed in and on top of Kelli while we both panted.  Finally, she
gently pressed a hand against me chest and I rolled off her.  We kissed. 
As we were kissing, we heard another female voice down the hall yelling
"YES!  YES!  OH GAAAWD!"

   Kelli laughed.  "That was Mom," she said.  "We do like sex in this
house." Kelli's face got a more serious look.  "Will, it's been a while for
me, "she said, "so that might be part of it, but I'm sure that's the best
sex I've ever had." There was no doubt in my mind I'd just had the best sex
it was possible to have.  I said so.  Kelli and I kissed and nibbled for a
time, then fell asleep in each other's arms.

   When I awoke in the morning, the first thing I saw was Kelli's face
inches from mine.  I've always thought that the best way to assess a
woman's beauty is to see her asleep.  Kelli aced that test.  She woke a few
minutes later.  She rubbed her hand on my morning wood three or four times
before she said, "Too soon.  I want to save you for tonight." She sat up.
"Come on, "she said, "Let's get a shower."

   I followed Kelli down the hall.  I could hear a shower running as we
approached the open bathroom door.  Going inside, I could see what looked
like a female form through the frosted glass.  "Guess we'll have to wait,"
I said.

   "It's just Mom," Kelli said as she opened the shower door and stepped
in. She turned back to me.  "Come on," she said.

   I followed Kelli into the shower where Mrs.  Stouffer was, indeed,
washing her tits.  She acted like there was nothing unusual at all about
Kelli and me joining her in the shower.  "Morning Dear," she said to Kelli.
"You sounded like you had a good time last night."

   "I'm surprised you heard us," Kelli said.  "It sounded like you came
just after we did."

   "Your yelling helped get me over the top," Mrs.  Stouffer replied. 
Acknowledging my presence in the shower for the first time, Mrs.  Stouffer
said, "I think it's very healthy and important for Kelli to have an active
sex life.  The trick is finding the right man.  It looks like she might
have." With that, Mrs.  Stouffer left the shower, giving me a close look at
what I thought was probably the best-looking fifty-plus-year-old female ass
in America.

   After breakfast, the six of us sunned by the pool.  The Fourth was a
warm day but it started raining around 11:00.  Instead going inside, Mr. 
Stouffer pulled a rubber football out of a closet and we started playing on
the lawn: Mr.  & Mrs.  Stouffer and Rob against Karen, Kelli, and me.

   The rules were two-hand touch, but it got physical.  At one point, I was
covering Mrs.  Stouffer.  Karen had her husband and Kelli was supposed to
rush her father.  Mr.  Stouffer heaved the ball just as Kelli ran into him.
Mrs.  Stouffer jumped for the ball, missed it, but fell into me, knocking
us both to the ground with her on top of me.  That wasn't all bad.

   Later in the game, I was "quarterback." Rob was guarding Karen and her
parents had doubled-teamed Kelli.  Seeing no one on me, I started to run
with the ball.  Karen saw what I was doing and broke away from Rob to block
for me.  As I got behind Karen, Rob made a dive at our feet.  That knocked
Karen down on her belly and I fell on top of her back.  Because of the way
she'd fallen, my dick went partway in between Karen's hips.  Karen flexed
her hips holding me for a moment, then relaxed.  I stood and helped Karen
up.  Smiling, she said, "I'm starting to understand one of the things Kel
likes about you."

   Kelli shouted from a few feet away, "Congrats Karen.  You got Will's
dick in your ass before I got it in mine."

   The rain ended about the same time our game ended.  It had been fun.  I
was starting to really like Kelli's family.

   The six of us were using the outdoor shower when the phone rang.  Mr. 
Stouffer said, "I'll get it" and stepped out of the shower.

   As Mr.  Stouffer went to the phone, Mrs.  Stouffer said, "Will, please
wash my back.  I don't want to wait until Jeff gets back." I looked at
Kelli who smiled, nodded, and handed me some soap.  I stepped behind Mrs.
Stouffer, who added, "Will, don't worry about going too low.  I could use
fresh hands on my ass."

   We were joined for an evening cookout by two friends of Mr.  & Mrs. 
Stouffer: Jack and Tonia Harden.  Jack Harden was an orthopedic surgeon
whom the Stouffers knew.  Of course, since they were at the Stouffer house,
the Harden went nude.  In fact, they were nude when they arrived.  I don't
recall seeing anything suggesting that the Hardens brought any clothes with
them.  The Hardens were roughly the same age as Kelli's parents and were
also in very good shape; although I suspected that Tonia had undergone
breast augmentation.  At any rate, they seemed nice enough people.

   As it started to get dark, Mr.  Stouffer said, "We'd better get shoes
on."

   As I followed Kelli up to her room to get our shoes, she explained that
"Every July 4, the township puts on a small fireworks display.  You can see
it pretty well from a clearing about a quarter mile up the hill past the
lake." Once we had all re-assembled outside, the eight of us set off for
the clearing, nude but for our shoes.  Past the lake, you followed a trail
uphill through the woods to the clearing.  I was surprised that there were
six other, clothed, people in the clearing when we arrived.  Greetings were
exchanged.  The Stouffers and Hardens obviously knew the clothed people,
who seemed to take our lack of clothing in stride.  The fireworks were ok,
but nothing spectacular.  What was nice was having Kelli standing next to
me with our bare sides touching.

   Back on the Stouffers' patio after the fireworks, Karen announced that
she and Rob were going upstairs.  A few minutes later, Kelli made our
excuses and we went upstairs.  Inside the house, Kelli told me, "I can't
prove it conclusively, but I've always thought that Mom and Dad swap with
the Hardens.  I'll bet Jack and Tonia are still here in the morning."

   We heard unmistakable sounds of copulation coming from Karen's and Rob's
room as we reached the second floor.  Kelli whispered in my ear, "Let's
watch!"

   "What?" I asked, louder than I should have.



   "Karen and Rob don't mind," Kelli said softly.  She took my hand.  "Come
on."

   We quietly walked a couple of feet into Karen's and Rob's room.  Karen
was on her back on the bed with her legs spread and Rob was on top of her
pumping away.  I felt like a peeping tom, but Kelli acted like we were
doing nothing out of the normal.  It was hot watching Karen and Rob.  It
got hotter after a few more minutes when Karen turned her head, made eye
contact with us, smiled, and winked.  She knew we were watching and was ok
with it.  Just after Karen winked, Kelli took my hand and said, "I need you
in me, now."

   Kelli led me to her room where she pushed onto the bed on my back.  I
was hard from watching Karen and Rob.  Kelli got on top of me and slid
herself down until I was fully inside her.  Then, Kelli rode me like I'd
never been ridden.

   Several minutes later, as Kelli and were still enjoying each other very
much, I heard Karen's voice shout, "OH GOD YES!" Apparently, all the
Stouffer women were vocal when they came.

   A short time later, I noticed Karen and Rob standing in the doorway
watching Kelli ride me.  What else could I do?  I winked.  Kelli saw me do
it and leaned her mouth to my ear.  "Karen . . .  and . . .  Rob . . .  are
. . .  watching, . . .  right?" she said between hard, deep breaths.  I
nodded.  Kelli started going harder and I exerted more effort with my legs,
hips, and abs to push up into her.  We got each other off very nicely not
long after that, with Kelli giving the trademark Stouffer orgasmic yells.
When Kelli was spent and collapsed on my chest, I could see that Karen and
Rob had stayed to watch us come.  Karen gave me a thumbs up before they
turned and went back to their room.

   Kelli was still on top of me, which was fine, when I heard her parents
and the Hardens talking as the four of them came upstairs.  Kelli and I
fell asleep not long after, so I don't know for sure that the two couples
did share a bedroom all night.  However, Mr.  & Mrs.  Stouffer and Dr.  &
Mrs.  Harden were in the shower together the next morning.  Kelli and I
joined them.  It was a bit tight, but not at all unpleasant.

   The Hardens left, buck naked, after they finished their showers.  Karen
and Rob stayed for breakfast before saying they needed to get on the road
back to Pittsburgh.  I expected them to dress before they got in their SUV.
They didn't.  Just as Rob started to turn the SUV around to leave, Karen
rolled down the window and said to Kelli, "Challenge.  You two drive home
nude also."

   Without even asking me, Kelli replied, "Deal." I was perfectly ok with
the idea.



   Kelli Ch.  02

   The July Fourth weekend which I spent with Kelli and her family
strengthened my relationship with Kelli.  I had seen Kelli as she had been
brought up and as she really was behind her professional mask.  She had
taught me a lot about myself.  I learned, and had shown her, that I was
completely comfortable with the nudity which was an important part of her
life.  I knew I could trust Kelli completely and thought she reached the
same conclusion about me.  The weekend also confirmed that we had
extraordinarily strong feelings for each other.  I believed and hoped that
Kelli and I were going to have a life-long relationship.

   Kelli and I were having dinner at her apartment a week after the Fourth.
In a teasing tone of voice, Kelli said, "Will, next Saturday is the third
Saturday of the month.  Haven't you wondered why I won't do anything with
you on the third Saturday?"

   "Yes, I've wondered," I replied, "but I figured you'd tell me if you
want me to know.  Since you haven't told me, I assume you do something
those nights that you don't want me to know about."

   "Yes," Kelli said, "but it isn't something bad like you're implying.  I
just wasn't sure how you'd react."

   "Do I correctly get the sense that you're going to tell me now?" I
asked.

   "Yes," Kelli said, "I'm pretty comfortable telling you after last
weekend.  I'm going to ask you something too."

   "Ok," I said.

   "You met my friend Clarissa when we golfed," Kelli said.  "She's an
assistant manager at a private sports club northeast of town.  It is nice
and has everything.  Each assistant manager must close one Saturday per
month.  Clarissa's is the third Saturday.  The club closes at 8:00 p.m. 
and the staff is usually gone by 9:00 p.m.  A few of my friends and I get
there around 9:30 p.m.  Clarissa lets us in, and we use the facilities
usually until about 12:30 or 1:00 a.m."

   "Let me guess," I said, "you all use the sports club nude."

   "Smart boy!" Kelli said.  "It's really fun."

   "And what was the question?" I asked, knowing what it was.

   "Would you like to come with me next Saturday?"

   "Um, that means I'd see your friends naked, right?" I asked.

   "Well, I was thinking of it more in terms of showing you off to them,"
Kelli replied.

   "And you'll be disappointed if I don't go?" I asked.

   Kelli did a mock pout and said, "very disappointed."

   "Well, we can't let you be disappointed," I said.  "I'll go."

   The next Saturday, Kelli and I met Karla and her boyfriend Peter for
dinner at a local sports bar at 5:00 p.m.  Karla worked in marketing for a
huge consumer products company based in our town.  Peter, who had thrown
discus in college, was a security specialist in the company's IT
department. Karla and Peter had met at work.  We ate early to give our
dinners time to digest before we used the sports club.  We were joined by a
third couple: Robin and Brandt.  Robin was a high school friend of Karla's.
Karla had invited Robin her to join the nude sports club group.

   Karla had told us that Robin had gotten a gymnastics scholarship to a
southern university where women's gymnastics had become a big-time sport.
Robin was good, but not good enough to keep competing beyond college.  She
got a master's in athletic training and met Brandt.  Robin now worked as an
assistant trainer at the larger local university.  Brandt, who had played
soccer in undergrad, was a trainer at a local public high school which ran
a huge sports program.

   Brandt looked like an average, very fit, guy.  Robin was special.  She
was short and had a compact, athletic-looking body.  Light blonde hair cut
to a point a bit off her shoulders framed a lovely, girl-next door face.

   Kelli and Karla were the only ones out of the six of us who had attended
the nude sports club gatherings before.  My curiosity got the better of me.
I asked, "how did these gatherings get started?"

   "Clarissa got the job at the club a little over a year ago," Kelli said.
"After her first Saturday night, she realized that she had access to this
great facility that was completely empty after 9:00 p.m.  on Saturdays. 
Karla, Pam, and I were all athletes and love doing sports.  Clarissa
thought she would do us a favor by letting us use the club for free the
Saturday nights when she closed."

   Karla picked up the story.  "The three of us went there the second
Saturday Clarissa closed.  As long as we cleaned up after ourselves so it
wasn't obvious we'd been there, we could do anything we wanted.  We were
the only people there.  We had brought suits but, when we went to use the
pool, someone said she didn't see the need to wear a suit and took her suit
off.  I do not quite remember who that was.  Do you Kelli"

   The tone of Karla's voice made it clear that Kelli was the person who
initiated the nudity.  "Well," Kelli said, "it didn't take the rest of you
long to get your suits off once I suggested it.  After we swam a while, we
thought it would be fun to try some other stuff nude.  The club has a large
room full of gymnastics equipment for men and women.  Karla and I went in
there and did some nude tumbling, which was great.  Clarissa and Pam played
one-on-one basketball, which looked like fun."

   "We decided then and there that we'd go to the club every Saturday
Clarissa closed and that none of us would wear any clothes," Karla said. 
"Then, Clarissa asked if it was ok with us for her boyfriend Rich to come
too." Karla giggled.  "We said we were fine with that so long as he went
nude too.  We did not think he would, but he showed up the next month and
stripped off.  Pam also brought her boyfriend, Ed, that second time.  It
was kind of nice having guys around, so I started bringing Peter.  Later,
Pam asked if she could invite her friend Paula and Paul's boyfriend Jason.
We said ok, so they started coming."

   Robin interjected at that point, "I'm so glad you invited Brandt and me.
Once Karla told me that the club has a full set of gymnastics apparatus I
can use nude, I had to join in."

   "Why?" Peter asked.

   Robin paused for a moment, then laughed.  "I hope this doesn't sound
perverted.  I've done gymnastics since I was six or seven years old.  I was
on my high school team, but I always also went to a private coach which Mom
and Dad paid for.  Between my junior and senior years of high school, I
switched to a new private coach, Anna Nicola.  I'd only been with Coach
Anna couple of months, when she asked four of us older girls to stay after
practice one evening.  She gathered us around and asked if any of us had
ever thought about doing any of our routines with no clothes on.  I was
shocked by the question and more shocked when one of the other girls said
that she wanted to try it but was afraid she would get in trouble.  Coach
Anna said that, while you had to be careful, it felt great to do gymnastics
with nothing on.

   Robin took a sip of her Coke.  Then she continued her story.  "Coach
Anna took off her warm-up suit.  She did not have anything on underneath.
She did look good.  She got up on the balance beam and did a routine.  It
looked so natural.  Watching Coach Anna, it made more sense to me to do
gymnastics nude rather than in those silly leotards that cover all of your
arms, but leave your legs bare, creep into the crack of your ass, and show
a camel toe."

   Robin paused again.  "After Coach Anna finished on the beam, the girl
who'd said she had thought about it asked if she could try the uneven bars
naked.  Coach Anna said yes.  The girl took off all her clothes, put on the
handguards, and let Coach lift her up so she could grab the lower bar.  She
did a great routine and stuck the landing.  She looked at the rest of us
and said, 'That was so great!  You have to try it!' I tried it and loved
it. When I got to college, we had meets in the basketball arenas.  Several
thousand people came to those meets.  I started thinking about what it
would be like to compete with nothing on in front of an audience like that.
The more I thought about it, the more exciting it seemed.  Unfortunately, I
never got to do that."

   "It won't be a big one," Kelli said, "but we can give you an audience
tonight if you want it."

   "That's what I was hoping for," Robin replied.

   "You're not the only one who wanted to show off in front of an
audience," Karla said.  "I distinctly recall being at a cheer camp during
college and meeting this girl from OSU who talked about how she wanted to
cheer a football game with nothing on under her skirt."

   "Well," Kelli said, "I remember at that same camp, someone did cheer
with nothing on under her skirt."

   "Be fair," Karla replied, "we both did that."

   "And we both enjoyed the hell out of it," Kelli said.

   "Yeah," Karla said, "you could get away with a lot at those camps."

   Peter, Brandt, and I were listening to this conversation with something
approaching awe.  Kelli turned it on us.  "Ok guys, when did you expose
yourselves playing your sports."

   Peter said, "every spring, the track team would take a trip and compete
in a couple of meets somewhere warm.  One year it was in Texas, another
year in Florida.  My senior year, we went to California.  A school out
there hosted a pretty big meet with about ten men's teams and, I think,
seven women's.  It started at eight in the morning and finished up around
seven that night.  As the meet was finishing up, some athletes from the
host team told us to be back at ten that night.  They did not say why.  Not
everyone, but a few of us, went back to the track at ten that night.  They
had the lights on and athletes from all the teams were there, men and
women. We were kind of surprised when people started taking their clothes
off.  They told us it was a tradition for that meet.  After the official
meet, almost everyone came back that night and held a second meet
completely in the nude.  They told us they had been doing it for years but
only track athletes and coaches on the West Coast knew.  I read a couple of
years later that it became public, there was a huge stink, and the school
shut it down."

   "Did you compete nude?" Karla asked.

   "I did," Peter replied.  "I had my best throw of the year at that
unofficial meet."

   Brandt just shook his head.  I said, "I was a wrestler.  The idea of
wrestling another guy with both of us naked never crossed my mind."

   In a seductive tone, Kelli asked, "You'd wrestle a girl nude though,
wouldn't you?"

   "The right girl," I replied.

   "And who would that be?" Kelli shot back.

   I looked around the table.  "Any of the women at this table," I
answered.

   That brought a laugh.  Karla interjected, "Be careful Will.  You might
find takers." That brought another laugh.

   In order to minimize the number of cars parked at the club after hours,
we left our cars at Karla's apartment complex and rode to the club together
in her SUV.  Rather than park in the huge lot in front, Karla drove around
the large building to a small employee lot next to a loading dock in back.
"Rich is already here," Karla said, "and that's Pam's car.  Paula, Jason,
and Ed probably rode with her."

   Clarissa was standing guard at the employee entrance door and pushed it
open as she saw us approach.  Rich, Pam, Ed, Paula, and Jason were standing
just inside the door.  Karla introduced Robin and Brandt and Kelli
introduced me.  I noticed Robin was carrying a device like an I-pod and two
speakers.  After the introductions, Clarissa said, "Good.  Everyone is
here. Now we can all get NAKED!" We followed Clarissa into the men's locker
room where we all stripped and hung up our clothes.

   Everyone in the group had been an athlete in college (I count
cheerleaders as athletes).  Disrobed, it was an attractive group.  Kelli
was, indisputably, the most beautiful woman, but Karla and Robin were both
a close second.  There was a small drop-off in beauty between those three
and the other women, but Clarissa, Pam, and Paula were all looked very nice
in the nude.  From the women's looks and expressions, I inferred that they
enjoyed looking at us six nude men.

   We all went into the basketball gym, paired off with our partners, and
stretched a bit.  I'd previously had the experience of helping Kelli
stretch and warm up when we were both nude.  That never got old.

   After a few minutes, Karla called out, "Guys, Can I have a minute?"
Everyone formed a circle around Karla.  "My high school friend Robin is a
gymnast.  In college, she was pretty good.  She confessed to me a while
back that one of the things on her bucket list is to do her gymnastic
routines in the nude in front of an audience.  I invited her to join us so
she can cross that off her list.  What she and I talked about was that
Robin would do one apparatus to start us off tonight and for each of the
next three months.  So, let's all go to the gymnastics room to watch
Robin."

   Nude, ten of us walked down a hall lit only with night lights to the
gymnastics room.  Robin and Brandt were already there.  They had turned all
the lights on.  The device and speakers Robin carried were set up.  Robin
said, "Grab some chairs and put them around the floor exercise mat.  I
thought I would do floor as my introduction to the group.  I think you'll
see why."

   Once we were all seated, Robin turned on her music.  She started with
some alluring poses and then did a tumbling run diagonally across the mat
that ended with her sinking into a forward and backward split on the mat.
She hopped up from that and did a couple of flips that moved her to the
center of the mat.  There she raised one leg straight up, like a ballerina,
and spun.  She dropped to the mat and did some rolls and a move where she
lay on her back with her hips off the mat.  Her legs were in the air and
she spread them until they were parallel to the mat.  It was an extremely
exposed position.  Robin followed that with more tumbling runs, some more
standing poses, and more moves lying on the mat that seemed calculated to
expose her completely.  It was a very athletic and erotic performance.

   Kelli and I were sitting together on a small bench.  As Robin neared the
end of her routine, Kelli whispered to me "Damn she looks hot.  I wish I
could do all of that." As a former cheerleader, I suspected that Kelli knew
how to tumble.  I started thinking about how to get her out on the mat.

   Robin finished her routine in a classic split position on the mat.  It
had been an incredible performance by a very athletic, beautiful, and sexy
woman.  The ten of us started clapping.  We stood up and continued
clapping. Robin looked thrilled as she stood up from the mat.  She bounced
over to a beaming Brandt who gave her a huge hug.

   After Robin and Brandt kissed, Robin walked back onto the mat and held
up her hands.  We stopped clapping.  Robin said, "Thank you so much for
letting me join you and for being my audience.  I think Karla told you that
it's been a dream of mine to do gymnastics nude in front of an audience for
a long time.  I also want to thank you for the great outfits you chose to
wear tonight and to thank the guys for the stiff dicks I can see.  That's
flattering."

   After Robin's stunning performance, ten of us played full court
basketball.  Robin and Brandt went off by themselves.  I could not blame
them.  I had found Robin's performance arousing, and I was dating the most
wonderful woman alive.  It must have been very arousing for Brandt and, I
suspected, for Robin.

   I was never much of a basketball player.  I found that I liked the game
better wearing nothing but shoes.  We played full court and the breeze on
your body as you ran the court felt great.  Even better was watching Kelli
and Karla running up and down the floor nude.  Kelli and I were teamed with
Paula, Jason, and Ed.  Pam, Clarissa, Rich, Karla, and Peter were the other
team.  The highlight of the game, for me at least, was when Peter set a
pick on Paula and Karla tried to drive the lane.  I switched off Jason and
planted myself squarely in front of Karla, who chose not to stop.  I ended
up on my back on the floor with Karla on top of me.

   After about an hour of hoops, we all went to the pool.  Kelli and I swam
a few laps then got into one of the relatively small Jacuzzis scattered
around the pool area.  Karla and Peter soon joined us.  Under the water,
Kelli was playing with my dick and I had a hand between her thighs.  Across
the tub, it looked like Karla and Peter were doing the same thing.

   As usual, Kelli got me hard pretty quickly.  She asked Karla, "ready?"

   Karla replied with an enthusiastic "definitely!"

   Kelli and Karla both stood up.  Kelli straddled me and Karla straddled
Peter.  Kelli lowered herself down so that I slid inside her.  I could not
see what Karla and Peter were doing but assumed it was the same.  Rather
than starting to ride me, Kelli sat in my lap with my dick insider her. 
"Let's stay like this a while," she said, "it feels good." It did feel
good.

   Robin and Brandt came up.  "May we join you?" Robin asked.  It would be
a bit tight, but none of us minded being close to each other.

   "This is the copulation tub," Karla said.  "You're very welcome to join
us, but you must get a dick in your pussy if you want to stay."

   "That's cool," Robin said.  She knelt in front of Brandt and began
kissing his dickhead.  As he started to stiffen, Robin took him in her
mouth.  He was hard when she pulled her head away from him.

   Because they were at a right angle to me, I could watch as Brandt got
into the tub and sat.  Robin followed him in, straddled him, reached a hand
down into the water, and guided Brandt inside her as she sat in his lap.

   For several minutes, the six of us talked.  It was a bit odd having a
normal conversation while we were all in coitus with our partners. 
Finally, Kelli said, "It's time to get off" and began moving up and down on
me.  At that point, I turned my complete attention to her.  I assume Karla
and Peter and Robin and Brandt were doing the same thing.

   It is impossible to make love to Kelli Stouffer surreptitiously.  She
becomes very vocal, and loud, as she approaches orgasm.  That has always
been ok with me.  I am proud of the fact that I make love to the most
desirable woman alive.  I am perfectly happy if Kelli calls attention to
the fact.  Kelli stayed true to form that evening, describing exactly what
she was experiencing in an ever-louder voice.  I still wish I had an audio
tape of it.

   After Kelli and I came, I heard what I suspected were the orgasms of
Karla, Robin, Peter, and Brandt.  When I caught my breath and looked
around, I saw Clarissa, Rich, Pam, Ed, Paula, and Jason standing around the
tub watching us.  Finally, Clarissa said, "That was great guys, but you
need to drain the tub and wipe it down." We did.  It was worth it.

   The sports club Saturday nights continued through the Summer and into
the fall.  Robin's nude performances on balance bean and uneven bars by
themselves justified going.  The six couples got together, clothed, on
other occasions as well.  However, Kelli and Karla, and Karla and Robin had
friendships that had existed for several years.  It just seemed natural
that they, together with Peter, Brandt, and me, became an even closer
group.

   The Saturday after my first trip to the sports club, Kelli and I hosted
Karla, Peter, Robin, and Brandt for dinner in Kelli's apartment (hers was
much nicer than mine).  We had worked out that morning and spent the early
afternoon shopping for the dinner.  We got a little tight on time.  Around
5:30 p.m., we were still clothed, in the kitchen preparing the food.  Kelli
said, "Shit!  They'll be here in half an hour!  We've got to get ready."
She turned down the burners and covered the pots and pans.  She reached
into a small pantry and pulled out two folded cloth items.  "Follow me,"
she said.

   I followed Kelli to her bedroom where she handed me the dark blue folded
cloth.  "Strip and put that on," Kelli directed.  Unfolding the cloth, I
saw that it was an apron.  I took off my clothes, put on the apron, and let
Kelli tie it in back.  The apron completely covered my front, but my back,
ass, and backs of my legs were exposed.  Kelli stripped and put on a red
and white striped apron that similarly covered her front and exposed her
back.  It was a sexy look on Kelli.

   Properly attired, we went back to work in the kitchen.  A little after
6:00 p.m., Kelli's doorbell rang.  We both walked out to greet Karla and
Peter.  I think they were a little surprised to see us both in aprons with
bare legs beneath.  However, when Kelli and I turned and led them into the
apartment, Karla exclaimed, "That's great.  I love how you two think." We
turned back around to face them.  Karla whispered something to Peter, who
nodded.  Karla said, "We had planned to get naked as soon as we got here.
Instead, I think we'll stay clothed and just enjoy our partially nude
chefs." They followed us into the kitchen, and each had a glass of wine as
we finished the cooking.

   The doorbell rang again a few minutes later.  Karla swiftly volunteered,
"I'll get it" and walked out of the kitchen.  We could hear her voice and
those of Robin and Brandt in the front room.

   Kelli and I were facing the kitchen entrance when Robin and Brandt
walked in.  "Ok, turn around," Robin said.  We did.  Robin clapped and
said, "I love it!" Robin and Brandt also stayed clothed while Kelli and I
wore only our aprons as we set the table, put out munchies, and chatted
waiting for everything to finish cooking.

   When the food was ready, Kelli had our four friends take seats at her
dining table.  She picked up their plates and led me into the kitchen.  In
the kitchen, Kelli took off her apron.  "Let's serve them nude," she said
with a giggle.  I took off my robe.  Kelli put servings of her shrimp and
scallop pasta in herb and white wine sauce on dinner plates while I put
servings of salad onto smaller plates.  Nude, we carried the plates back
into the other room and set them before our friends.  Kelli sat down while
I went around the table pouring wine for everyone.

   We stayed nude through the dinner while our friends stayed clothed.  I
was surprised at how good it felt to be nude with our friends clothed. 
Finally, after Kelli and I had cleared the dinner table, Robin said, "I
can't take it any longer.  I'm getting naked." She stripped off completely,
followed soon by Karla, Peter, and Brandt.  They all tried to help us clean
the dishes.  Kelli's kitchen was not big enough for six people at once. 
However, since we were all now naked, it worked.  There was a lot of
rubbing against each other.

   We all got more wine and moved into the living room.  Somehow, the
conversation got onto the topic of odd things about people's bodies. 
Brandt volunteered that Robin had a birthmark on the inside top of her
right thigh.  Of course, Robin had to lean back and spread her legs so we
could all see it.  That led to a group inspection of Robin's pussy, which
was quite nice.  Fairness dictated that we all take a detailed look at
Kelli's and Karla's vaginas, which were also very nice.  That was followed
by the three women make detailed inspections of Peter's, Brandt's, and my
dicks and balls, which were just dicks and balls.

   In the middle of the genital inspections, Peter and I went into the
kitchen to get more wine for our partners and ourselves.  Out of the
others' hearing, Peter said, "This is probably pretty juvenile.  You know.
'you show me yours and I'll show you mine.' But I'm not complaining about
three beautiful women showing me their cunts and handling my dick." I
wasn't either.

   Later, after our friends had left, Kelli and I were in bed, nude,
holding each other.  "Will," Kelli said, "when Karla and Robin were showing
themselves and handling you, did you think that you'd like to fuck either
of them?"

   "No," I said honestly.  "I assume that Karla and Robin are more than
satisfied by Peter and Brandt."

   "No doubt," Kelli said, "but I know Karla.  She loves Peter, but she
wouldn't hesitate to fuck you."

   "Karla is a beautiful woman and a good friend," I said, "but I'm not
going to do anything or anyone that would hurt you."

   "What if I wasn't hurt?" Kelli asked.

   "Do you want me to have sex with Karla?" I asked.

   "I don't know," Kelli said.  "We're so close to Karla, Peter, Robin, and
Brandt that having sex with them seems sort of natural in some ways.  Would
you be upset if I fucked Peter or Brandt?"

   That seemed a landmine question I had not been expecting.  I thought for
a moment, which is not necessarily wise in that sort of conversation.  "I
hadn't thought about it," I replied.  "I hope and believe that there is a
lot more to our relationship than just sex, and I don't control you.  So, I
guess I'd be ok with it if it was something you wanted to do and if I
didn't think it meant that you want Peter or Brandt instead of me."

   Kelli kissed me on the lips.  "There is no one I want instead of you,"
she said as she fell asleep in my arms.  It was a disturbing conversation,
but Kelli ended it on the right note.

   We were invited to Kelli's parents' house for the Labor Day weekend. 
Visiting Kelli's parents was a lot of fun.  However, we declined the
invitation to go camping with Karla and Peter.  Robin and Brandt were asked
along too, but they both had teams playing that weekend and had to work.

   Peter knew a place for primitive camping in a state park about two
hours' drive away.  We all cut work at lunch time on Friday, loaded Karla's
SUV, and headed east.  Once we were in the park, Peter had us drive for
almost another half hour and park in a small lot with no other cars on a
holiday weekend.  "The site is just over a half mile," Peter said.  It took
him and me two trips each to get our gear to the site.  It was still light
and, looking around, I had the impression that the four of us were off in
the woods by ourselves.  That was good both because we all wanted to spend
the weekend naked and because we had brought beer and wine which are not
technically allowed in state parks.

   We set up a single tent that was big enough for four if all four knew
each other very well.  It was too warm, we thought, to use sleeping bags.
Instead, Peter and I had each bought a large air mattress that inflated
with a can of compressed air.  We blew them up, butted them together, threw
some sheets on top, and had a bed the four of us would share for the next
three nights.  Kelli, Karla, Peter, and I undressed.  We didn't get dressed
again until Monday afternoon.

   The tenor of the weekend was, I think, sort of set Saturday morning.  I
woke up with someone's hand holding my dick.  It felt nice.  I assumed it
was Kelli but, opening my eyes, saw that it was Karla and that she was
still asleep.  I just waited until she awoke several minutes later.  She
saw what she had ahold of, quickly let go, and said, "Sorry.  I thought you
were Peter."

   I smiled at Karla and said, "No problem my friend.  It felt nice."

   Karla smiled back.  "No problem for me either.  You do feel nice," she
said.  She reached out and tapped my dickhead with her index finger once.

   Morning brought the issue of the latrine trench.  Peter and I had dug
one maybe twenty yards from our campsite the prior afternoon.  Kelli and
Karla had used it, together, the night before.  That morning, Kelli needed
to use it again and flatly refused to go by herself.  Karla was otherwise
engaged with Peter, so I had to accompany Kelli.  It was a weird milestone
in our relationship, but Kelli and I discovered that we were both perfectly
comfortable pissing in each other's presence.

   Peter told us that an arm of the lake was only a few hundred yards from
our campsite.  We hiked there nude after breakfast.  The water was shallow
enough it was warm.  There were a couple of small boats with fishermen
maybe a half mile away.  That did not bother us.  We spent three or four
pleasant hours sunning and skinny dipping.

   Early that afternoon, we went back to our campsite for a late lunch. 
Fortunately, we had not brought out any booze when I heard someone walking
in the woods towards us.  Looking in the direction of the sounds, I saw the
smokey bear hat of a state ranger.  I casually picked up our sheets and
dumped them on top of our coolers.

   When the ranger reached our campsite, "he" turned out to be a rather
cute young woman.  She had Peter display the paperwork showing we had
registered and paid for our campsite.  She took a cursory look around.  She
glanced at the coolers but, apparently, decided to let that go.  "You've
keeping a nice, clean campsite," she said.  "Keep it up and enjoy your
weekend." The ranger started to turn back the way she had come.  She hadn't
said a word about the fact that all four of us were naked.

   Karla couldn't let it go.  "You're ok with it?" she asked the ranger.

   The ranger turned and, very politely, asked "Ok with what?"

   "With us not wearing any clothes," Karla replied.

   The ranger smiled.  "There are no special rules about nudity in state
parks," she said.  "You're under the general state law.  What they teach us
is that it's illegal in Ohio to expose your 'private parts' in
circumstances where someone other than a family member may see you and be
offended.  I'm assuming you're not family members, but you're clearly not
offended.  There's no one else around but me.  I'm not offended.  I'm a
little envious.  If I didn't have to work, today would be a great day to
work on getting rid of tan lines.  Enjoy yourselves." The ranger walked
away.

   "Pretty cool ranger," Karla said.

   "Nice ass too," Peter added teasingly.  Karla slapped him lightly.  Once
the ranger was out of sight, I uncovered the coolers and we each had a
beer.

   After dinner that day, we opened the wine.  Once the sun set, we lit a
single Coleman lantern which cast some interesting shadows on Kelli's and
Karla's bodies.  I suppose it is some natural law that, when you have
relatively young people naked and drinking, sex in some form will become
the topic of conversation.  That had happened with us.  The conversation
had gone on for a while when Karla asked, "Kelli, is there anyone, besides
yourself, whom you'd like Will to fuck?"

   Kelli squirmed a little, then broke into a smile before she answered. 
"Well, uh," she said, "I'd generally want him to stay completely faithful
to me.  But, we're so close to the two of you and to Robin and Brandt that
it seems like we all should do something sexual with each other.  Maybe not
fucking.  Maybe oral sex."

   Karla laughed.  "So, my dear friend, what you're saying is that Will's
not allowed to fuck anyone other than you but you're ok if he eats me or
Robin or if one of us sucks him off?"

   "I know it doesn't make much sense, but, yeah, that's what I'm saying,"
Kelli replied.

   "Will," Karla asked.  "are you ok if Kelli has sex with someone else? 
Let's narrow it to her parameters: Are you ok if Kelli gives or receives
oral sex to or from Peter or Brandt?"

   I thought I knew where this was heading.  I glanced at Kelli, who gave a
slight nod of her head.  "I'm pretty confident," I said, "that the bond
between Kelli and me is a lot more than just sex.  Kelli's right.  You two
and Robin and Brandt are much, much more than just friends.  I don't think
I can legitimately get upset if Kelli gives pleasure to or receives it from
Peter or Brandt."

   Karla smiled.  "So, we're all agreed that oral sex between Kelli and
Peter and between Will and me is perfectly ok?" Kelli and I nodded somewhat
hesitantly.  I was both afraid and eager to see how this played out.

   Peter, who had obviously talked it through with Karla earlier, said
simply "sure."

   "We're alone together in the woods on a Saturday night," Karla said. 
"No one else is around to see or ever know.  This seems to me to be the
perfect time to find out if we're all really ok with what we've discussed."
Karla stood up, walked over to one of the air mattresses, laid down on her
back, spread her legs, and said, "Will, please eat me."

   Confronted with that alluring reality; I hesitated.  I looked at Kelli.
She said softly, "Let's try it." I got on the air mattress between Karla's
legs on all fours.  I lowered my face to her pussy and looked at it for a
moment.  I'd seen it up close before, but not with Karla's and Kelli's
expectation that I'd be putting my tongue and mouth on it.  I very
hesitantly began licking Karla's lips.

   Out of a corner of my eye I saw Kelli kneel in front of Peter.  "I guess
this means I'm giving you a blow job," Kelli told him.  I twisted my head
slightly, maintaining contact with Karla, and saw Kelli take Peter's dick
in her hand and look at it.  I saw Kelli's tongue come out of her mouth and
lick Peter's head.  I decided I better give my full attention to Karla.

   Karla smelled and tasted very good.  I began sucking on her clit. 
Karla's "That's good" was encouraging.  I pushed my tongue inside Karla and
began feeling around for somewhere she particularly liked.  After longer
than I liked, Karla said, "There!  Stay there!" I began licking that spot
intently.

   Going down on my girlfriend's best friend was, well, arousing.  My dick
was longing for attention when Karla said, somewhat breathlessly, "Will,
swing your body around so I can get you in my mouth." I stopped going down
on Karla just long enough to shift position so that my dick was over her
face.  As I started back up, hopefully on the same spot, inside Karla I
felt her hands on my ass pulling me towards her.  As she pulled my
midsection down, I felt her tongue lick up the underside of my shaft.  She
kept pulling me down until I felt most of my dick inside Karla's mouth.

   At around that same time, I felt Kelli and Peter laying down on the
abutting air mattress.  Again out of a corner of my eye, I saw Peter on his
back.  His dick was pointing up and much of it was in Kelli's mouth.  I
could not see but was willing to bet that Peter's head was between Kelli's
legs.

   I found Karla's spot again and kept working it.  Karla started running
her teeth very gently across my dickhead.  That was incredible.  I quickly
thought I should ask Karla to teach Kelli how to do it.  That thought was
snuffed by the realization that I was about to shoot.  I soon did.  I kept
working on Karla until I felt her body shudder.  Not long after that, Karla
kissed my balls and said, "Good job Will."

   I got off Karla.  She turned on her side.  I lay down behind her with my
dick rubbing her ass and my head on her shoulder.  We watched Kelli and
Peter.  Having Peter's dick in her mouth meant that Peter caused the
quietest Kelli Stouffer orgasm I ever experienced.  It wasn't quiet, but
there were no distinct words.  I knew Kelli well enough that I recognized
her orgasm when it happened.  I wasn't that familiar with Peter but assumed
that he came when he lifted his hips off the air mattress and Kelli gagged
a little.

   Once we all regained our breath and could stand up, we realigned so we
were each beside our usual partner.  No one said anything.  I started
wondering if we had all made some huge mistake.  Finally, Kelli said, "That
was fun."

   "It was, wasn't it?" Karla said.

   Peter added the obvious clichÃ(C), "variety is the spice of life." He
paused before adding, "and Kelli gives fantastic head."

   "She really does," I said, "but so does Karla."

   "Will,' Karla said, "you're about as good at eating a girl as I've had."

   "Will's had a lot of recent practice," Kelli said with a giggle.  "Peter
does pretty good too."

   "So," Karla said, "we're all agreed that we enjoyed oral with the other
person's partner and we'll do it again?"

   All three of us answered "yes" in unison.  That called for more wine.

   We did not repeat our experiment in partner swapping that weekend. 
However, we became much freer with each other.  We decided that it was ok
for any of us to touch anyone else anywhere.  The only, unspoken,
restriction was that Peter and I never touched each other.  Having Karla,
in addition to Kelli, squeeze my dick or pat my ass at unexpected times was
pleasant.

   That Sunday, we hiked through the woods for a couple of hours nude save
for shoes.  Peter knew the park and, most of the time, kept us away from
other people.  The few people we encountered were mostly young and did not
seem at all offended by our nudity.  Of course, there is nothing at all
offensive about Kelli and Karla in the nude.

   That Sunday night, Kelli and Karla lay down on the air mattresses
shoulder to shoulder.  Peter and I were, literally, rubbing elbows as we
each made love to our own girlfriend.  While I was making love to Kelli and
Peter was making love to Karla, it was very much the four of us together. I
could see both women's faces, and each woman could see both of the men. 
All of us heard every sound any of us made.  It was intimate and very sexy.
In a sense, I suppose, all four of us became lovers.

   When we all finished, Karla teased Kelli by saying, "Damn girl.  You are
sure loud when you come."

   "What can I say?" Kelli replied.  "Will's just that good." I do love
Kelli.

   We decided to spend a little more time by the lake on Labor Day before
we left.  We were all four in the water when another couple came out of the
woods and dropped their things close to ours.  They spread out a large
beach towel.  I was concerned that our nudity would be an issue when we got
out of the water.  That concern was allayed as I watched both members of
the couple strip naked.

   When we got out of the water, the other couple came over to us.  The
woman had a cute face and a great body with pronounced bikini tan lines. 
She seemed vaguely familiar.  "Hi," she said.  "You probably don't remember
me.  I'm the ranger who checked out your campsite Saturday.  This is my
boyfriend.  Today's my day off.  I've got to thank you for inspiring us to
get out here with nothing on."

   "Are you liking it?" Kelli asked.

   "So far, it feels great," the ranger replied.

   As she turned to walk away, Peter said, "Like I said Saturday, great
ass."

   The ranger turned around.  Her front was pretty too.  "I heard that,"
she said.  "Thank you."

   To my surprise, no one else was around this small arm of the lake even
on Labor Day.  The ranger and her boyfriend were soon being very attentive
to each other.  I did not blame him, the ranger looked very nice in the
nude.  We quietly picked up our stuff and left to give them a little
privacy.

   Most of the next few months were dominated by work for Kelli and me.  We
still did the third Saturday nights at Clarissa's sports club, and we were
able to get together with Karla and Peter about once a week. 
Unfortunately, Robin and Brandt were usually working with fall sports teams
when the rest of us had any free time.

   Thanksgiving meant, of course, another trip to Kelli's parents' house
outside Columbus.  That was fine, I like Kelli's family.  Thanksgiving was
unremarkable, so long as you consider six people having a huge traditional
Thanksgiving dinner in the nude unremarkable.

   Kelli and I were also looking for an apartment.  Both of our leases were
running out and we wanted a place to live together.  Karla and Peter were
in the same position I learned from Kelli.  She and Karla talked by phone
at least once a day it seemed.  Just after Thanksgiving, Karla called
Kelli. She and Peter had found a nice house in a great neighborhood that
was available for a two-year lease.  The husband of the couple who owned it
had been temporarily transferred to Singapore.  Karla and Peter loved the
house, but the rent and expenses were too high for just the two of them.

   Kelli insisted that we meet with Karla, Peter, and the leasing agent to
look at the house.  It was a four-bedroom built approximately ten years ago
in a new, upscale suburban development.  What persuaded me was that the
house had a small backyard that was below street level.  Because the house
sat at the end of a cul de sac, the nearest neighboring houses were, maybe,
ten yards in front of this house, facing at right angles to it.  Nothing
but trees overlooked the backyard.  That was important because the major
feature of the yard was a decent size in ground swimming pool surrounded by
a concrete deck.  Just inside the house, taking up part of the basement,
was a small sauna.

   Kelli and I went over the costs of the house carefully: rent, utilities,
pool maintenance, lawn care, everything we could think of.  Divided four
ways, it seemed affordable.  The leasing agent told us that the landlord
didn't care about renting to two unmarried couples so long as we stayed
current on the rent and utilities and kept the house in good shape.  Kelli
and I agreed to join Karla and Peter in renting the house.  Because the
owners had already moved to Asia, we were allowed occupancy starting on
Christmas although the lease term started January 1.

   Kelli and I spent Christmas Eve and Christmas Day at her parents' home,
joined by Karen and Rob.  That was the first Christmas holiday I enjoyed in
the nude.  Around mid-day on Christmas Eve, I got the traditional call on
my cell phone from Lisa, my sister in Germany.  I had not seen Lisa for a
few years, but we called each other at Christmas and on each other's
birthdays.  Lisa told me she was spending the holiday at a lodge in the
mountains southeast of Munich with her boyfriend Kurt.  I had not met Kurt.
I told Lisa I was visiting Kelli's family.  Lisa had not met Kelli.  I
neglected to tell Lisa that Kelli, her family, and I were all nude.

   If you accepted the proposition, as I had, that it was normal to spend
the Holiday with your girlfriend, her parents, and her sister and
brother-in-law with no one wearing any clothes for two days; it was an
almost normal Christmas.  The one deviation came Christmas morning when the
Stouffers opened gifts.  Departing from what Kelli had told me was family
practice, Karen announced that she had purchased gifts for everyone and
wanted those opened first.  We unwrapped the small packages she handed us
and discovered that Karen had given everyone, including me, a butt plug.

   Karen insisted that we all wear our plugs at least while the family
opened gifts.  I wasn't crazy about having a kind of bulb-shaped piece of
metal shoved in my ass, but no one else objected so I went with the flow.
Karen also insisted that she had to insert my plug.  That process
necessitated Karen handling my balls.  Kelli watched her sister with
amusement.  When my plug was in, it felt better than I expected and was a
little arousing.

   Kelli said, "Will, I think you should insert Karen's plug." Karen was
fine with that and bent forward in front of me.  I spread some lube on the
plug and some more in Karen's asshole.  The plug went in easily.  I did
slide a finger into Karen's pussy to reciprocate for her fondling my balls.

   I watched as Rob inserted Kelli's plug.  Kelli had (and has) an
exceptionally beautiful ass.  The colored stone between her cheeks was very
sexy.  I guess it was an effect of the plugs, but Mr.  Stouffer, Rob, and I
were semi-hard throughout the gift exchange.

   I had agonized over what to give Kelli.  I finally followed Karla's
advice and gave her some diamond jewelry that cost more than I truly had to
spend on the project.  The payoff was, however, well worth it.  First was
the look on Kelli's face when she opened her two packages from me.  Second
was the approving comments which the gifts elicited from Kelli's family,
especially Mrs.  Stouffer.  The third, and best, payoff was that, after
she'd opened her gifts and modeled them for everyone, Kelli took my hand
and told her family, "excuse us.  We need to go upstairs." Kelli led me
from the living room up to her old room and we fucked like rabbits.  Kelli
didn't wear her new jewelry while we fucked, but we both wore our plugs. 
In keeping with Stouffer house rules, we left the bedroom door wide open.

   Law practice and a lot of other businesses are slow in the week between
Christmas and New Year's.  That fact enabled Karla, Peter, Kelli, and me to
be moved into our new leased house in time to host a small New Year's Eve
party.  Robin, Brandt, Clarissa, Rich, Pam, and Ed joined us.  Our friends
graciously ignored the boxes scattered around waiting to be unpacked.  It
was a cold night, but we kept the house warm enough that all ten of us were
perfectly comfortable going nude.  There was no actual sex during the
party, but everyone was very friendly.  Touching was encouraged.  At
midnight, we all stood nude around the TV with glasses of cheap champagne
and watched the ball in Times Square.  When it reached bottom, we all
hugged and kissed someone other than our usual partner.

   Clarissa, Rich, Pam, and Ed left not long after midnight.  Robin,
Brandt, Karla, Peter, Kelli, and I squeezed into the basement sauna.  It
was a tight fit, but we were all good friends.  When the sauna got too hot
for us, which didn't take long as tightly packed as we were, we'd take
quick runs outside onto the pool deck.  The very cold air felt good on our
bare skin for a moment or two.

   When we tired of the sauna, the six of us squeezed into the adjoining
shower.  We had drunk enough and felt playful enough to agree that we
should all wash someone other than our own girlfriend or boyfriend.  Brandt
and Karla washed each other as did Kelli and Peter.  I got the pleasure of
washing and being washed by Robin.

   When we were done showering, Peter, Brandt, and I were all hard. 
"Girls," Karla said, "it would be a shame to waste those hard-ons.  Let's
start the year right!" We followed Karla up to the second floor.  She and
Peter had the larger bed so the six of us got in it.  I made love to Kelli,
Brandt made love to Robin, and Peter made love to Karla, side-by-side-by
side.

   Sharing a bed with our friends while we were all having sex was a
special experience.  After everyone had come, I fell asleep on one edge of
the bed with my arms around Kelli.  When I awoke later that morning, Kelli
was still in my arms.  Raising my head slightly, I could see Robin, Brandt,
Karla, and Peter in bed with us.  I remember thinking, "this is the way to
start a year.  With Kelli as my lover and with these friends, it's going to
be a great year."