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 ï>¿New Family Rules by Hstoner

   New Family Rules Ch.  05

   Amanda, Meryl, and Harry deepen their relationship.

   Coach Hill did not ask what Amanda, Meryl, and I did that afternoon with
the players from HGA.  We were back at the hotel by our deadline.  I'm not
sure that Coach ever knew that the three of us were nude as we walked into
the hotel and road the elevator to our room.  Everyone was on the flight
home the next morning and everyone was happy.

   The Florida trip seemed to have a positive effect on the girls' play. 
Collectively, they lost one match the remainder of the regular season.  All
four of Amanda, Meryl, Patti, and Joan made it through the district and
into the regional tournament in both singles and doubles.  All four girls
were eliminated from singles at the regional; although Amanda lasted to a
fifth set tiebreaker.  However, the doubles teams finished one-two in the
regional.  All four girls were going to the state final as two of the
sixteen best doubles teams in the state.

   The state final was at the flagship state university, about 100 miles
from us.  The girls' enthusiasm and expectations were high as I drove Coach
Hill's SUV up the freeway.  Coach Hill was busy preparing the girls for
their matches.

   Patti and Joan would play first.  For some unknown reason, teams were
not seeded in the state final.  Instead, the brackets were filled by a
random draw.  Patti and Joan had drawn the best girls' doubles team in the
state for their opening match.  The other worry was that the tournament was
single elimination.  In the event, the girls whom Patti and Joan played did
play like the best team in the state.  Patti and Joan lost in straight
sets. That cast a shadow over the rest of the day.

   Amanda and Meryl did not play until mid-afternoon.  I think that the
loss by Patti and Joan caused my girlfriends to try too hard.  I watched
both of them make unforced errors that they probably hadn't made since they
were freshman.  Still, they were the better team.  That was enough to get
them to a fifth set tiebreaker.  It wasn't enough to win the tiebreaker.

   After Amanda and Meryl lost, no one said anything.  I gathered up the
gear.  We walked out of the stadium straight to Coach Hill's SUV.  I handed
her the keys.  We all got in.  She started the engine and we were out of
there.  Still, not a word had been said.

   We had been on the freeway about twenty minutes when Patti broke the
silence.  "Shit," she said and pounded her fist into the seatback.

   A couple of minutes later, Meryl said.  "Hang on.  Losing is a risk that
you take any time you play a game.  Ok, we lost.  We knew that was a
possibility going in.  We still had a damned good season."

   Everyone thought about what Meryl had said.  The mood slowly brightened.
By the time Coach Hill pulled into a fast food joint about halfway home,
there had actually been a laugh or two.

   We reached our school in the early evening.  I was unloading the gear
from the back of the SUV when Amanda said, "I smell.  I need a shower."

   Coach Hill said, "I guess we probably all need showers."

   The girls started walking towards the varsity locker room.  Had it been
just Amanda and Meryl, I would have been right there with them.  Because
Patti, Joan, and Coach Hill were there, I hung back.

   Meryl was first to the locker room door.  She stopped, turned, and
looked at me.  Amanda looked at her teammates and her coach.  Patti, Joan,
and Coach Hill looked at each other.  Finally, Patti shrugged.  Joan
followed by nodding her head.

   Coach Hill said, "Harry, you smell a bit gamey too.  You might as well
come in and shower too.  But don't any of you ever tell anyone that I did
this."

   I followed the girls into the locker room.  Amanda, Meryl, and I
stripped off right away and went into the shower.  The shower was not your
typical girls' locker room shower.  Instead of separate stalls, it was a
large shower room with showerheads placed along the walls.  There was no
privacy.  I assume the contractor thought it was building a boys' locker
room.  Although, Amanda's dad paid for it.  Maybe he told the contractor to
build it this way.

   I was a little surprised when Patti walked into the shower naked.  I was
very surprised when Joan walked in naked.  She caught me looking and said,
"Well, I guess it is fair.  I saw you down in Florida."

   I was shocked when Coach Hill came in, took off her towel, and stood
naked.  Coach Hill smiled.  "Harry, I know that I don't look half as good
naked as Amanda or Meryl.  But, you've been a hell of a manager.  Consider
this your thank you." Coach Hill wasn't Amanda or Meryl, but she wasn't
ugly either.

   Amanda, Meryl, and I went through our usual wash each other routine.  I
fear that we made Joan uncomfortable because she finished her shower very
quickly and left.  Coach Hill wasn't far behind her.  Patti, however, was
in no hurry to leave and seemed to enjoy watching us.  "I wish I had a man
to wash me like that," she said.  Patti had gone through a very public
break-up with her long time boyfriend just before the tennis season
started. She had caught him getting a blow job from a cheerleader and felt
that wasn't a solid basis for a continued relationship.

   Graduation came a week after the state tennis final.  Meryl graduated as
valedictorian and Amanda was salutatorian.  As they made a point of showing
me, it was probably the first time our school bestowed those honors on
students wearing absolutely nothing under their graduation gowns.

   Amanda told me later, "As I walked across the stage to get my diploma, I
had to fight a strong urge to whip my gown off and get my diploma naked.  I
wish that I had."

   The girls, of course, looked perfectly ordinary with bare legs showing
beneath their gowns.  Unfortunately, I had no choice but to wear trousers.

   Amanda's parents and mine gave us a post-graduation party and cook-out
around the Turners' pool.  We were free to invite anyone we wanted.  They
just had to agree to get naked.  Amanda, Meryl, and I had thought about
that a lot.  For the last several months of school, we had been our own
exclusive social circle.  Sure, I had teammates whom I liked, but I didn't
trust them to behave when Amanda and Meryl were walking around naked.  In
the end, we invited Patti and Joan; Megan, a friend of Amanda and Meryl
from the swim team; and Mrs.  Cohen.  Mrs.  Cohen was not, of course, asked
to get naked.

   Megan gave an excuse why she couldn't come.  I suspect that her parents
objected to the nudity.  Patti and Joan said that there were coming, but I
was still surprised when they came through the Turners' house and out onto
the patio about two hours after graduation.  Both were barefoot and wearing
sundresses.  Patti and Joan looked at each other, giggled, and whipped
their sundresses over their heads.  Neither girl wore a stitch underneath.
Of course, Amanda, Meryl, and I were already nude, as were Amanda's and my
parents.  We were pleased to see Patti and Joan get naked.

   Once she was undressed, Joan came up to me.  "Harry, I owe you an
apology.  I was a little cold to you this season.  The nudity thing with
you, Amanda, and Meryl was new to me.  Since you were the guy, I focused on
you.  I started to get it down in Florida when I saw how much the girls
from HGA enjoyed playing tennis naked.  I sort of ran out of the locker
room last week.  Driving home, I asked myself why it bothered me that you
saw me naked.  I decided that I was being stupid and childish.  I'm glad
that I'm getting this one chance to hang out naked with all of you."

   We swam, played water volleyball, and ate.  After the meal, I had gone
into the house to use the bathroom.  As I stepped back out onto the patio,
I saw Amanda, Meryl, Patti, and Joan sitting together talking and laughing,
stark naked.  None of them was worrying about keeping her knees together. I
thought, "Yes.  These are my real friends.  I'm going to miss these women."
Of course, I hoped to God that I would never have to separate from Amanda
although I recognized that it would probably happen.

   It was getting towards evening.  Graduation had been in the morning.  I
saw Patti and Joan huddled with Amanda and Meryl.  I saw Meryl nod her head
and heard Amanda say "Of course!"

   Patti and Joan walked over to me.  Patti said, "We have to leave.  Each
of us has something with our families tonight.  But, before I put my
clothes back on, I want to give you a good naked hug."

   Patti put her arms around me, with both hands on my ass.  Over her
shoulder, I could see Amanda gesturing for me to put my hands on Patti's
ass, so I did.  Patti said, "Thank you Harry." She kissed me.

   Joan followed Patti.  "Harry, I wish we'd been better friends."

   "Joan, don't worry, you are a good friend."

   Joan hugged me tight and kissed me.  As she broke the embrace, she
giggled.  "I wish that we'd been good enough friends that I could have
touched you" she said looking at my dick.

   "You can touch me if you want to," I said.  Joan took my dick in her
hand and held me.  That actually felt pretty nice.

   As she was holding my dick, Joan moved her feet apart.  She said,
"Harry, I want you to finger my clit." I did for a moment.  Joan let me go,
kissed me again, and walked away.

   Amanda and Meryl came up.  "That was a touching scene with Joan," Meryl
laughed.

   "I was really hoping that she'd ask you to fuck her," Amanda teased.

   "I wouldn't fuck her," I said.  "That would be unfair to you two."

   "Hell, Joan's a friend.  We'd be ok if you fuck her, just don't fall in
love with her," Amanda replied.  Meryl nodded her head in agreement.

   "Speaking of fucking," Meryl said, "I know two girls who you do want to
fuck and who want to fuck you, rather badly, right now.  Come on."

   We walked past our parents and into the house.  Amanda told our parents,
"We're going upstairs to make love.  We may be there a while."

   The summer between high school and college was just a bit intense.  We
knew that our lives were about to undergo major changes.  Amanda, Meryl,
and I were very conscious of the fact that, starting in late August, we
would not be with each other on a regular basis.  None of us were looking
forward to Meryl's departure and we spent as much time together as we
could.

   I don't want you to get the impression that our lives that summer were
all about sex.  Yes, we had a lot of sex with each other.  We also went to
movies and museums.  We walked every park in the region.  We went to a
couple of baseball games.  Meryl and Amanda spent a lot of time working on
my tennis game (Amanda wanted me to be able to give her a competitive
match).  And we talked.  We talked a lot.

   Meryl's university has sent her a list of books that she was expected to
have read by the time she showed up for classes.  She had already read a
few of the books on the list.  She went out and bought the rest.  We spent
a lot of time sitting nude by the pool at one of our homes (I think that
there was a local zoning ordinance requiring every home in our town to have
a large in-ground pool) while Meryl read her books.  When she came across
something that she found interesting or provocative, she would read it
aloud and the three of us would discuss it.

   That was what we were doing one Wednesday afternoon, a little after July
4.  We rotated between our three houses since all three pools were
reasonably private and we could go nude at any of them.  This day, we were
beside Meryl's pool.  We heard Sarah Cohen, Meryl's mother, come home from
her office early.  I saw her glance out the patio door at us and turn away.
A little while later, Mrs.  Cohen came out on the patio in a one-piece
swimsuit, carrying a glass of white wine.

   Despite her husband's death a few years earlier, Meryl's mom had stayed
active and had stayed very fit.  For a woman in her late 50s, Sarah Cohen
was very attractive and fairly sexy.  She sat down in a lounge chair with
us and joined our conversation.  Although Sarah Cohen did not nude herself,
she was, by then, very used to seeing the three of us with nothing on.

   After a while, Mrs.  Cohen finished her wine and went inside for a
re-fill.  When she came back out, Meryl said, "Mom, you know you can lose
that suit.  We're all friends here and you stick out as the only person
with something on." Meryl had tried to get her mother to undress around us
before without success.  I didn't expect anything different that day.

   Instead of sitting back down in her lounge chair right away, Mrs.  Cohen
set her wine glass down on a small table.  She stood there for a moment,
looking at the three of us.  Finally, she said, "What the fuck?  I've had a
lousy day." It must have been.  I'd never heard Mrs.  Cohen use the F word
before.

   After her pronouncement, Sarah Cohen reached up and pulled the straps of
her one-piece off of her shoulders and onto her arms.  She slid her arms
out of the straps and pushed the top of her suit down, revealing very pale
but very firm looking breasts.  I figured that she would sit for a while
with just her top pushed down.

   Mrs.  Cohen surprised me.  She kept pushing her suit down.  She pushed
it past her ass and let it drop to the concrete at her feet.  Then she
stepped out of the suit, picked it up, and tossed it onto an empty lounge
chair.  I said that Sarah Cohen looked good for a woman her age.  Naked,
she looked very good for a woman of any age.  I could see from whom Meryl
inherited her gorgeous body.

   As her mother sat back down in her lounge chair, Meryl reminded her,
"Mom, use plenty of sunscreen.  You don't want to burn the bits that don't
usually get sun."

   With a slightly exasperated tone, Mrs.  Cohen responded "Yes Dear." She
did, however, begin spreading sunscreen on herself.  We went back to
discussing Meryl's book, although I did sneak a few glances at Meryl's now
naked mother.

   I hadn't really noticed that Mrs.  Cohen had rolled over onto her front
until she asked, "Meryl, would you put sunscreen on my back?"

   Meryl giggled and replied, "Wouldn't you prefer that Harry do that?"

   Mrs.  Cohen said, "Sure, if he's willing to rub on the body of an old
lady."

   Meryl gestured to me to do what her mother had asked, so I got up from
my chair and walked over to where Mrs.  Cohen lay.  Although it was very
pale, Mrs.  Cohen had a really nice bare ass.  I picked up the bottle of
sunscreen from the table and squeezed some into my hands.  I began
spreading in on the back of Mrs.  Cohen's neck and her shoulders.  As I
worked down her back, I was too lazy to walk around to her other side. 
That meant that I had to lean across Mrs.  Cohen to adequately cover her
side that was farthest from me.  Doing that, I inadvertently dragged my
dick across her back a couple of times.  I hoped that she didn't notice.

   I stopped spreading sunscreen just above Mrs.  Cohen's hips.  Meryl, who
had been watching me, said, "Harry, you have to do her butt." Hearing no
objection from Mrs.  Cohen, I went ahead and rubbed sunscreen on her bare
cheeks.  They were surprisingly firm.  I worked down the backs of her
thighs and calves and even did her ankles and the soles of her feet.

   As I finished and straightened up, Mrs.  Cohen said, "Harry, it has been
a long time since a man's dick has touched any part of this body.  That was
nice.  Thank you."

   Amanda gave me some mock praise: "Good boy, Harry."

   Meryl laughed and called out, "Mom's getting horny!"

   Mrs.  Cohen responded to her daughter, "So what if I am?  I may be
alone, but I'm not sexually dead yet."

   Laughing, Meryl responded, "Believe me Mom, I know that." Meryl's mother
was lying on her front with her face turned away from us.  Meryl put her
finger to her lips, bidding us to be quiet, and very quietly got out of her
lounge chair and tiptoed into the house.  I said that her mother had a nice
ass.  Watching Meryl walk away naked, I was reminded that the daughter had
(and still has) a fantastic ass.

   Meryl tiptoed back out a few minutes later carrying a large skin-toned
dildo.  I hadn't seen that one before and assumed that it belonged to Mrs.
Cohen rather than Meryl.  The dildo had a ridge spiraling down its length.

   Meryl walked over beside her dozing mother and tapped her shoulder. 
Mrs. Cohen rose up on her forearms.  "Mom," Meryl said, "here, you can
please yourself."

   Mrs.  Cohen flipped over and was sitting in the lounger.  She took the
dildo from her daughter, but looked at Amanda and me.  She looked a little
distressed.

   Meryl told her mother, "It will be hotter with us watching.  Don't worry
about Harry.  He's seen Amanda and me use them on ourselves.  He'll be cool
about it."

   Mrs.  Cohen sighed and said, "I'm going to burn in hell.  Ok, gather
round." I stood up and walked to the foot of Mrs.  Cohen's lounger.  Amanda
had been lying next to Ms.  Cohen.  She sat up, and swung her feet onto the
concrete so that she was sitting facing Mrs.  Cohen.

   Mrs.  Cohen spread her legs.  It wasn't Amanda's or Meryl's, but Sarah
Cohen had an attractive cunt.  She began edging herself with the dildo. 
She did that for some time.  Standing just past her feet, I was looking
directly between Mrs.  Cohen's legs and could see that she was getting very
lubricated.  Finally, she started working the dildo into herself.  Once she
got it fully in, she would twist it around as she moved it back and forth.
I have to admit, watching Meryl's mom do herself was pretty hot and I got
hard.

   Mrs.  Cohen mostly kept her eyes closed as she did herself with her
dildo.  She did open her eyes once and looked at me.  She smiled.  "It is
nice to know that I can still get a man hard without touching him," she
said.

   Mrs.  Cohen got herself off.  That was really nice to watch.  She pulled
the dildo out and set it on the concrete.  She took a large gulp of her
wine.  "I am really bad," she said.

   Meryl responded, "Mom, you were great.  Wasn't she Harry?"

   I mentally cursed Meryl for putting me on the spot.  I had to respond
though.  "That was beautiful, Mrs.  Cohen," I said.  "That was the sexiest
thing I've seen that didn't involve Meryl or Amanda."

   Sarah Cohen smiled.  "Very diplomatic, Harry."

   With Mrs.  Cohen's show over, we went back to lounging and discussing
Meryl's book.  The sun was low in the sky about an hour later when Mrs. 
Cohen said, "I really do not feel like cooking.  What do you want to do
about dinner?"

   Amanda and Meryl looked at each other and smiled.  In unison, they said
"Pizza!" The girls liked pizza, but there was more than that to their
enthusiasm.  Our town had a pretty good pizzeria which delivered to our
area.  Over that summer, Amanda and Meryl had started ordering pizza from
them a lot.  When the driver pulled up out front, one of them would look to
see if the driver was a man or a woman.  If it was a man, Amanda and Meryl
would answer the door nude, pay for the pizza, and try to engage him in
conversation.  If the driver was one of the two women who drove for that
pizzeria, answering the door nude was my responsibility.  The object was
(a) to see how much of yourself you could show to the driver and (b) to see
how long you could keep him or her at the door.  Amanda and Meryl enjoyed
their game.

   Meryl called our order in and began watching the time.  When the pizza
was about due, all four of us went inside.  I helped Mrs.  Cohen put plates
on the island in their kitchen.  Meryl and Amanda were at the front window.

   When the pizza car pulled up, Meryl called out, "It's Herbie." She ran
back into the kitchen, grabbed her mother's arm, and said, "Come on Mom,
you're paying for the pizza."

   Somewhat shocked, Mrs.  Cohen replied, "But I'm naked!"

   "Mom, that's the point," Meryl responded, "Now, get some money and come
on." We heard the doorbell ring.  "I'll be there with you,' Meryl added.

   Reluctantly, Mrs.  Cohen followed her daughter to the door.  Meryl
opened the door.  Herbie, the pizza driver, had seen Meryl and Amanda nude
several times before.  I could see from his face that Mrs.  Cohen standing
there naked caught him by surprise.  Mrs.  Cohen handed over the money and
took the pizza box.  Instead of closing the door, Meryl started engaging
Herbie in conversation.  Meryl was standing beside her mother.  I was
further inside the room.  Looking at Sarah and Meryl Cohen standing
together naked was a lovely sight from behind.  I knew that Herbie was
getting a beautiful eye full from the front.

   When Herbie finally tore himself away and walked back to his car, Amanda
called out "Eight minutes.  Not a record."

   Meryl responded, "Full frontal, but nothing else."

   Mrs.  Cohen had a perplexed look, so Meryl explained their game with the
pizza drivers.  "You should have told me," Mrs.  Cohen said.  "I could have
dropped some of the money, brushed it behind me with my foot, and turned
around and bent over to pick it up."

   Amanda and Meryl both laughed.  "Mom, you're starting to get it," Meryl
said.

   After dinner, the four of us watched a little TV.  Around 9:00 p.m.,
Mrs. Cohen stood up (she had stayed naked) and said, "I have to be in early
tomorrow."

   Amanda, Meryl, and I slept together every night that summer.  Where we
slept depended on whose house we were in at bedtime.  No one minded that
arrangement because all of our parents knew that, if we were not at their
house, all three of us were at one of the other two.

   Meryl stood up after her mother.  Looking at Amanda and me, Meryl said,
"Yeah.  I'm pretty beat too." Meryl turned towards her mother.  "Mom," she
said softly, "you can sleep with us if you want to."

   Sleeping with one of our parents would have been something new for us,
but, if we were going to do it, Mrs.  Cohen was the parent I would choose.
Mrs.  Cohen seemed to actually think about it for a moment.  However, she
just smiled and said, "Thank you, but no.  That's going a bit too far."

   I have to back up because we did something for July 4 that is worth
telling.  We were at Amanda's house in mid-June when Joan from the tennis
team dropped by.  She explained that her father was in the VFW, which
always had a float in our town's July 4 parade.  We were aware of the
parade but always ignored it.

   "Well," Joan said, "Dad told me that the VFW decided to 'sex up' their
float this year.  They want three girls on the float wearing this." Joan
pulled a swimsuit out of her purse and held it up.  It was an American flag
design.  The top was blue with some white stars.  Just below the wearer's
breasts, red and white vertical stripes ran down in a right-to-left curve
as you looked at it.

   "I told Dad that I'd do it if the two of you did," Joan said.  "Then, I
had an idea." Joan gave a slightly wicked smile.  "I have a cousin who
lives about two hours from here.  He does bodypainting.  He's really good."

   Amanda asked, "Has he painted you?"

   Joan looked shocked.  "Of course not.  He's my cousin.  When he paints
somebody, he paints their bare skin.  Anyway, I was thinking that Jeff, my
cousin, could probably paint the design of this suit on the two of you well
enough that no one would notice.  You could ride in the parade naked and no
one would know.  If you're up for it, that is."

   Amanda looked at Meryl and grinned.  There was no doubt in my mind that
they were up for it.  Amanda asked, "What about Harry?"

   "Well," Joan replied, "it is pretty tough to paint a swimsuit onto a
naked man and have it look like he's actually wearing one.  I'd say that is
particularly true in Harry's case.  Harry, if you don't mind being clothed,
they want about three guys on the float dressed up to represent some of our
foreign wars."

   After talking it through, we realized that Amanda and Meryl couldn't be
painted one place and then taken to the parade assembly point because the
bodypaint would smear or rub off.  We needed an inside accomplice.  That
accomplice came in the form of Joan's dad, who was pretty cool and who
thought what we were doing was funny, so long as his daughter wasn't naked.

   The VFW planned to assemble its float at its lodge building because the
parade assembly point was only a block and a half away.  All of us,
including Joan's cousin, showed up at the lodge early on July 4.  With Joan
wearing the suit, Jeff painted virtually identical replicas onto Amanda and
Meryl.  The only catch was that they couldn't sit down.  As the other VFW
guys showed up to prepare the float, I think that they all figured out that
Amanda and Meryl were really naked, but they were all cool about it.  At a
distance, they looked dressed.  However, up close, it was pretty obvious
that they were naked and painted.

   I was handed an old helmet, flak jacket, fatigue trousers, and a toy
M-16 and told that I was representing Vietnam.  I stripped off on the spot
and changed into my costume.  I did that in front of Amanda, Meryl, Joan,
and Joan's dad.  Joan apologized, "Harry, I'm sorry, but we couldn't figure
away to get you on the float naked without getting into trouble."

   When it came time to join the parade, we all mounted the float.  In
addition to Joan, Amanda, Meryl, and me, there were two young guys whom I
didn't know supposedly representing Iraq and Afghanistan.  They could tell
that Amanda and Meryl were really naked, and were perfectly happy with
that.

   The parade went through our town's small business district.  Our town
was a pretty patriotic place, so the sidewalks on both sides of the street
were jammed with people.  We also had a reputation for having a good
parade. None was ever more beautiful than this one, I thought.

   As they confirmed later, Amanda and Meryl had a blast riding through the
center of town wearing nothing but paint.  I saw a few people point and
gesture, but the parade went off without a hitch.  Someone sent a letter to
the editor of our local weekly paper, which ran a couple of weeks later,
complaining about the naked girls on the VFW float.  A week after that, the
paper printed an emphatic, categorical, and completely false denial that
there were naked women on the float from the local VFW commander.

   I knew the VFW commander, who was a pretty good guy.  When I asked him
about his denial, he laughed and said, "Hell, Harry, we had to deny most of
our best ops over in Nam.  People died in those.  This was just showing off
some nice bare tits and pussy."

   I ran into Joan again a few days after the parade.  "I did it again,
Harry."

   "Did what?"

   "I missed another opportunity to get naked in public with you guys."

   "Shit, Joan, your dad would have killed at least us if you had gone nude
on that float."

   "Dad's bark is worse than his bite.  He'd have forgiven us when he saw
how much fun I was having.  Damn!  Once I'm off at school, I'm definitely
going to find ways to go naked in public.  Maybe we can all do it together
when we're home next summer."

   Meryl's departure for college came much more quickly than we wanted.  It
was really bittersweet because going to that university was a major
accomplishment for anyone and would give Meryl a leg up for life.

   Amanda and I helped Meryl pack the night before she and Sarah were to
leave on the drive to New Haven.  When we were done, we all sat
crossed-legged on Meryl's bed.  Meryl said, "This is odd.  I feel excited
to start a new part of my life, but I'm really sad to be leaving you guys."
She started to tear up a little.  "Promise me one thing: whatever you two
do and wherever you go, you two will always stay together."

   Amanda and I had never talked about the real long term future for our
relationship.  My mood improved greatly when I heard Amanda say, "Meryl,
I'm never letting go of him.  We'll still be banging each other when we
have to do it with walkers.  I'm not predicting the future, but I have a
feeling that you won't be too far away."

   We went to bed.  Meryl and I made love, that's what it was, very slowly
for a long time that night.

   The next morning, we helped Sarah and Meryl load their car.  Sarah was
going to visit relatives in Syracuse for a few days after taking Meryl to
school.  Amanda and I had volunteered to housesit, watering plants and
feeding the cat, while she was gone.  Meryl hugged Amanda and then hugged
me.  Then she got into the car and was gone.

   Amanda and I went back into the Cohen house to check on the cat.  "Meryl
will be fine," Amanda said.

   "One thing that I've wanted to ask," I started, "is how it worked out
that we had a three-way relationship and everyone was ok with it?  I
understand why it worked for me.  I got to spend time with, and make love
to, the two greatest women alive."

   Amanda sat down.  "Like most great things, it took work, Harry.  I
worked hard to persuade Meryl into the relationship.  Don't get me wrong.
She was very strongly attracted to you.  She had figured out that she
intimidated you some, so she was going to make the opening when school
started last fall.  When you and I hooked up last summer that screwed
Meryl's plans."

   "I suspected that Meryl was into you.  However, she wasn't going to do
anything because she didn't want to hurt me.  This is a little tough to
explain, but, I wanted you, I still do by the way.  I wanted sex to be a
part of our relationship.  But Meryl is, along with Gwen, my dearest
friend. I didn't want to spend our last year all together with a major part
of your and my life together walled off from Meryl.  It took me a long time
to convince her that I really wanted her to be a complete part of our
relationship.  I'm sorry that I didn't convince her earlier.  These last
few months worked out exactly like I wanted them to.  It was great wasn't
it?"

   "Yes dear, it was very great."

   Amanda looked into my eyes.  "Harry, you don't have to be afraid to say
that you love Meryl.  I love her too.  Loving Meryl isn't at all a
rejection of me.  She has been a huge part of my life.  By taking her into
your life, you are just sharing something else that I hold dear." Yes, I
did love Meryl.  However, I really loved Amanda and the longer I knew her
the stronger that became.

   That night, we were lying naked in Meryl's bed.  Amanda was messing
around with her Ipad.  "Oh, remember Monica from Florida?"

   "The number one singles for HGA?  Good player, good personality, lovely
face, no body?"

   "Well, I'm not so sure that she doesn't have a body, but that's the
girl. She had e-mailed me a couple of days ago.  I didn't mention it
because we were so wrapped up in Meryl leaving.  She had wanted to know
whether I had any connection to W.  Turner Construction, Inc.  I e-mailed
her back that it's my Dad's company.  Look what she just sent."

   Amanda handed me her Ipad.  The e-mail was open.  "Then it is your Dad
and some others who are coming here next week to finalize the contract to
build something for my Dad's company.  Dad says they'll be in meetings from
Tuesday through Friday.  If you, and hopefully your friends, can come down
too, I'll take you to the resort and we can have some naked time."

   "When does Sarah get back?" I asked.

   Amanda was smiling.  "Sunday.  Want to go?"

   "Amanda, with you I'd go to Syria."

   "Let me call Dad and see if it will work."

   I could hear Amanda's half of the conversation with her father.  I
figured that we were going when she ended the conversation with "Great! 
Thank you so much."

   Amanda turned to me.  "We're leaving Tuesday morning and coming back
Saturday morning.  Dad decided to rent a private jet so we'll be leaving
from Wright Field instead of the big airport.  Dad is going along with four
of his executives.  Dad is fine if we fly down with them and stay with
Monica.  He just said that he'd be very busy and we shouldn't be offended
if he doesn't have any time for us."

   I smiled.  "With all due respect to your father, I'd much rather spend
time with you than him.  Let me call my folks and clear it.  There
shouldn't be any problem." I called.  There was no problem.  We were off
for a nude vacation in Florida the following Tuesday.

   Amanda and I made love that night in Meryl's bed several times.  We both
knew that Meryl would approve.



   New Family Rules Ch.  06

   Amanda and Harry go nude in a play.

   Amanda and I did end up attending the same prestigious university in the
Chicago area.  Amanda was clearly admitted on merit.  I strongly suspect
that my admission had less to do with my qualifications than with the fact
that Amanda's dad was an alum and a significant donor.  Whatever the cause,
I wasn't going to argue with the result.  While I expected that Amanda
would find some much more desirable guy while she was in college, being at
the same school gave me a long-shot chance of holding on to her.  I had no
doubt that Amanda was THE ONE.

   Freshmen were required to live on campus.  I was assigned to an older,
adequate, dorm.  The catch was my roommate.  Don was an engineering student
and a religious fundamentalist.  All of that was fine, but Don had little
patience for those who were studying "useless" subjects or who did not
share his moral code.  As a history major and a nudist, I was exactly what
Don saw as evil.  We were polite to each other, but not at all friends.

   Amanda was lucky.  She was in a new dorm a couple of blocks from mine.
Her roommate was an outgoing theater major named Jen Taylor.  Amanda and
Jen became good friends, and, through Jen, Amanda made friends with several
other "performing arts types." All dorms were coed (something Don strongly
disapproved of).  Jen had no problem with me staying with Amanda in their
suite.  Likewise, while Jen always remained clothed, she accepted that
Amanda and I preferred to be nude.

   After about two weeks, Jen quit leaving the suite when Amanda and I
fucked.  We didn't mind and Jen found us entertaining.  Jen became a friend
of mine and I spent many more nights during my freshman year in Amanda's
and Jen's room than in the dorm room my parents were paying for.

   Freshman year of college is a time of major changes in anyone's life. 
Living away from home for an extended period was a new experience.  In the
classroom, I began to wish that I'd spent more time on academics in high
school.  Amanda handled the experience with her usual quiet
self-confidence. I suspect that being the most beautiful girl on campus
didn't hurt her self-confidence any.  Having her there was vital for me. 
I'm not sure whether I would have stayed in school without her support and
affection.  Better still, while Amanda made friends of both genders very
easily, she showed no serious interest in other guys.  Several guys worked
hard to gain her interest.  Amanda smiled at them and took me back to her
room.

   Amanda majored in economics.  Top grades were imperative for her as
she'd already decided to go for an advanced business or finance degree. 
She stayed on me, pleasantly, about my grades because she had decided that
I would go to law school.  I was leaning towards anyway (what do you do
with a history degree?).  Amanda thought that, with those backgrounds, we'd
be able to marry, start our own business, and be more successful than her
father.  I really liked the getting married to her part.

   However, Amanda was adamant that there was a lot more to college than
just the classroom and the library.  She also had an inviolable rule:
whatever one of us did, we did together.  Just after the start of second
semester, another theater major told Jen about a new play being staged that
spring.  While the author and director were professors, it was not a
University production.  Jen mentioned the play to Amanda because there were
two supporting characters who were to spend most of their time onstage in
the nude.  That immediately got Amanda's interest.

   Jen got us a copy of the script.  After we'd read the script, Amanda
decided that we should try for the nude parts: a brother and sister.  She
thought that we were perfect because we had gone nude with our families in
real life; we'd be bring genuine affection and sexual interest in each
other to the scenes that suggested a sexual relationship between the
siblings; and we'd be more natural and comfortable naked onstage than
actors not used to going naked.  Amanda thought all that outweighed the
fact that neither of us had any acting experience.

   Amanda talked to her friends, Jen's friends, and to friends of friends.
That got us a meeting with the play's author and director.  We met early
one evening at the director's home in a leafy, upscale neighborhood about a
mile and a half from the University.  A middle-aged woman, I assume the
director's wife, answered and showed us into a book-lined room with a desk
at one end and several chairs.  A middle-aged man with long hair starting
to go grey sat behind the desk.  An older man sat in a chair just to the
left (as we looked at it) of the desk.  Underneath our winter coats, Amanda
wore a somewhat conservative dress and I wore button-down shirt and slacks.

   Neither man stood up.  We weren't immediately asked to sit down.  The
man behind the desk said, "I'm Grant Feder.  I'm directing "A Prisoner of
Herself." Pointing to the other man, Feder said, "this is Barton Williams.
He wrote the play.  You two want the nude parts, right?" Slightly
intimidated by his abrupt manner, Amanda and I both just nodded.  "Ok,"
Feder said, "take your clothes off."

   Amanda and I had discussed this possibility.  Amanda had been hoping
that we'd be asked to undress.  She thought that the director and writer
would be impressed by our comfort and poise in the nude.  There was also
something exciting about stripping naked in front of two people whom we did
not know in a house we'd never been in before.

   We took of our coats and placed them over chairs facing the desk.  We
each sat down in a chair to untie and remove our winter boots and heavy
socks.  Standing back up, I went behind Amanda and pulled down the zipper
on the back of her dress.  Amanda dropped her dress to the floor.  Wearing
only a bra and panty hose, Amanda turned her back to the two men, bent
over, picked up her dress, and out it on a chair.  While she was doing
that, I had removed my shirt, unbuckled my belt, and pushed off my trousers
and boxers together.  After putting them on a chair, I turned back to face
the two men completely nude.

   Amanda gave me a nod.  I stepped behind her and unhooked her bra.  She
let it slide down her arms, making no effort to cover her breasts.  I took
the bra from her and put it on a chair.  Amanda stood facing the two seated
men with her arms at her side, wearing only black panty hose, until I came
back to stand next to her.  She then pushed the panty hose off her hips and
down her thighs.  Once below her knees, the hose fell to the floor.  Amanda
gracefully stepped out of her hose.  We stood naked, holding hands, facing
the two older men.

   Feder and Williams looked at us for what seemed a long time.  Feder
finally said, "I understand that the two of you are a couple." We nodded.
"Prove it," Feder said.

   Amanda turned 45 degrees to face me and stepped close.  She put her left
arm around my back to pull me closer.  At the same time, she wrapped her
right hand around my dick.  I put my right arm around Amanda's back and put
my left hand between her thighs.  We kissed and, as we did so, we fondled
each other, being careful to remain angled so that Feder and Williams could
see us stimulating each other.  Despite the unusual situation, Amanda was
getting me hard when Feder said, "Ok.  Sit down." We turned our asses to
the two men, walked to the chairs we'd put our clothes on, moved our
clothes to the floor, and sat facing the older men.  I noticed that Amanda
kept her legs slightly spread as she sat.

   What followed was almost two hours of answering questions about our
conversion from normal, clothed high school kids to nudists in nude
families.  We were handed copies of the script and asked to read a scene in
the second act when Jason, the brother, and Heather, the sister begin
thinking and talking about an incestuous relationship.  The siblings are
nude, and the scene ends with them hugging each other.  We read the scene
once.  Feder gave some direction on how we should play it.  We read it
again and ended by hugging each other.

   When we finished the second reading of the scene, we stood naked in
front of Feder and Williams.  Williams, who hadn't said anything the entire
time, said to Feder, "They are fairly close to my image of those
characters." In the gruff delivery with which he said everything, Feder
told us, "Get dressed.  We'll let you know.  If you're cast, rehearsals
start in March.  The show runs the middle two weekends in April,
performances Thursday through Sunday each weekend."

   Amanda and I dressed under the gaze of the two older men and let
ourselves out into a very cold January night.  We'd walked about a block
back towards Amanda's dorm when she stopped, pulled me to her, and kissed
me.  "That was fun," she said after breaking the kiss.  "You were very
good. I know we'll get the parts."

   "Well," I said, "You're irresistible naked or clothed.  I suspect that
you elevated both men's pulses."

   Amanda laughed.  "I hope so," she said, "but they seemed to be giving us
both pretty careful inspection."

   We didn't hear anything more about the play for over a month.  Even
Amanda decided that we hadn't been cast.  Around March 10, I got an e-mail
from the "New Theatre Group" saying that I was to report for rehearsals of
"A Prisoner of Herself" at the Wallace Theater starting March 25.  I barely
had time to digest this when my cell phone started ringing.  Of course, the
call was from Amanda.

   "Harry!" Amanda said as soon as I answered, "I got an e-mail!  We got
the parts!"

   "I got one too," I replied.  "This means that we'll be completely nude
on stage for eight performances.  We'll have no control over who sees us.
Are you ready for this?"

   "That's the point, lover," Amanda replied.  "This will be something new
and fun.  Up to now, we've pretty much only gotten naked with people we
knew who were also naked.  This means that we'll be the only naked people
in an auditorium full of clothed people.  Everyone will be looking at our
bare bodies.  Being exhibitionists will be great!"

   I had some trepidation, and I wondered whether Amanda did too.  However,
outwardly, she was thrilled that we'd both be naked on stage.  My desire to
share as much of Amanda's life as I could for as long as I could dictated
that I just had to keep my doubts to myself.

   The Wallace Theater was only a few blocks from campus.  I have no idea
who owned it.  It looked like its best days had been in years that started
with 18.  Still, it was clean.  We didn't see any rats or bugs.  Someone
had gone to the trouble of building a thrust out from the original stage
over the center of the first several rows of seats, meaning that, at times,
the audience would be on three sides.

   The cast was interesting.  The parts of the mother, the central
character; her husband; her sister; and her brother-in-law were being
played by professional actors from the Chicago area.  I assume someone got
some sort of union waiver because no one was being paid for this show. 
Besides the parts played by Amanda and me, the only other character,
onstage only briefly a couple of times, was the character of the husband's
assistant at his office.  That character was played by another student, a
senior theater major named Valerie Shelton.

   At the first rehearsal, the four professionals sat together.  They gave
the impression of not wanting any more to do with us amateurs than
necessary.  Amanda and I sat together.  Valerie initially sat next to the
four professionals.  After they had ignored her for several minutes, she
moved next to Amanda and me.

   Valerie introduced herself and said, "You're doing the nude parts?  You
must really want to be actors."

   "Not particularly," Amanda replied.  "It just seemed like a great
opportunity to get naked in front of people."

   Valerie looked dumbfounded.  Valerie said, "You aren't interested in
being actors and you took parts that require you to be on stage completely
nude repeatedly because you want to be nude in front of people?  What are
you, exhibitionists?"

   "We're trying to be," Amanda replied cheerfully.  Valerie didn't know
what to make of us.  Her discomfort was relieved by Feder walking on stage
to begin the rehearsal.

   Despite that bumpy introduction, Valerie became quite friendly and
explained some basics, like "upstage" and "downstage," so we had some idea
what Feder was telling us to do.  After the first couple of rehearsals,
another friendly face appeared in the theater.  The play was independent of
the University.  However, Amanda's roommate Jen had made a deal with one of
her professors to get a couple of hours of un-graded credit for handling
costumes for the play.  Jen and Valerie helped our acting a lot.

   We started rehearsals on a Wednesday.  The play opened two weeks from
that Thursday.  At the close of rehearsal that Friday, Feder announced,
"We'll take this weekend off.  Starting next Monday, we will rehearse every
day until opening.  We'll do dress rehearsals the Monday, Tuesday, and
Wednesday of opening week." I was momentarily relieved by that, thinking
that we wouldn't get naked until the week after next.  However, Feder blew
that up immediately.  "While I don't think that our professionals or
Valerie need much time in costume, I do want Amanda and Harry to get
comfortable undressing on stage and being up there with nothing on.  So,
starting Monday, you two will rehearse the nude scenes in the nude." Except
for one short scene very early in the first act, all our scenes were nude
scenes.  When Feder said that, Amanda squeezed my hand and gave me a big
smile.

   I was in Amanda's and Jen's dorm room the following Sunday.  Ostensibly,
I was there to study for the chemistry course that Amanda and I were both
in.  After letting us study for about an hour, Jen brought up the play.

   "Tomorrow night is your unveiling," Jen teased.

   "I know," Amanda said levelly.

   "Seriously," Jen said, "are you sure that you want to do this?  Are you
ready for this?"

   Amanda closed the chemistry text and thought for a moment.  Then she
said, "To answer your questions in reverse order: No, I'm not ready for
this.  I've never done anything this exhibitionistic before.  Yeah, I rode
on a parade float naked the summer after senior year but my whole body was
painted so I wasn't 'exposed' the way I will be in the play.  I don't know
how to get ready for this.  But I'm sure that it is going to be a lot of
fun and, well, sexy.  So, yeah, I really want to do this."

   "Harry," Jen said, "you're being quiet."

   I thought for a moment about what to say.  "Yeah," I said, "I'm pretty
nervous about it.  While I've been naked with other people a lot, they were
usually naked too and it wasn't a 'hey, look at me' kind of thing.  This
pretty much is.  Still, I think Amanda is right that it could be a lot of
fun.  What's more important to me is that Amanda wants us to do it." Amanda
looked at me for a moment.  Then she leaned forward and kissed me.

   Amanda and I always studied naked, unless we were in the library, and we
were both naked then.  "Both of you stand up," Jen said.  Amanda and I
stood facing Jen.  She stared at our naked bodies for several minutes. 
Jen's face broke into a smile.  "You both look really good naked," she
said, "this will be interesting to see."

   Amanda and I thought that it would be best to simplify what we were
calling the "stripping scene." To that end, we both went to the next
rehearsal wearing sweatshirts and jeans but nothing underneath.  True to
his word, Feder started the rehearsal with the stripping scene.  Amanda and
I got on stage in front of Feder and the rest of the cast, who were sitting
in the auditorium seats.  We said our lines and, quickly, whipped off our
clothes.

   As soon as Amanda and I were both naked, Feder yelled "NO!" He quickly
came on stage.  "That was much too quick," he said.  "You're both flirting
with each other if not trying to seduce each other.  The undressing needs
to be slower and sexy.  Also, you need underwear.  You skipped over a
couple of lines of dialogue because you're not wearing underwear."

   Amanda started to explain that we thought that ignoring those couple of
lines and dispensing with underwear would make the stripping simpler and
reduce the chances of an accident such as me tripping over my shorts. 
Feder cut her off.  "NO," he barked.  "Remember, you are playing a brother
and sister who have not seen each other naked before.  You must build
anticipation.  Tomorrow night: underwear!" Amanda and I spent the rest of
the three-hour rehearsal naked.

   I suppose the story might make a bit more sense if I give a short
synopsis of "A Prisoner of Herself." The central story of the play was
about Helen, a traditional, strait-laced housewife and mother whose life,
to her perception, was unravelling.  She and her husband, Hal, have drifted
apart and she suspects that Hal is having an affair with his assistant at
work, Wendy (Valerie's part).  Heather and Jason (Amanda's and my parts)
are the adult children of Helen and Hal.  Both have finished college but
can find only menial, minimum wage jobs with odd hours.  For money reasons,
Heather and Jason have moved back into their parents' house.  Because
Heather and Jason have no money and, in their eyes, no social status, their
social and romantic lives have evaporated.  Early in the play, Heather and
Jason decide that, to add some excitement to their lives, they are both
going to be nude when they're at home.  Because they are young and horny
but have no sex lives, Heather and Jason consider an incestuous
relationship.  The script leaves it ambiguous whether the siblings do have
sex with each other.  All of this offends and infuriates Helen, who wants
to throw Heather and Jason out of the house.  Hal, who seems quite detached
throughout the play, forbids that.  Helen is financially dependent upon Hal
and believes that she has no choice but to tolerate her children's and
husband's misbehavior.  The play is primarily about the internal conflicts
this creates for Helen.  Rather than resolving the conflicts, the play
leaves unanswered the questions of whether Helen does, or should, come to
terms with the new realities in her life.

   On Tuesday, I went out and bought a package of "wife-beater" sleeveless
undershirts to wear for the stripping scene.  Unusually, Amanda made a
point of getting dressed by herself before we went to rehearsal.

   Feder again started rehearsal with the stripping scene.  Amanda and I
stripped to the skin four times before we did it to Feder's satisfaction
the fifth time.  In the scene, Heather and Jason are home alone.  Heather
has been complaining about her lack of money and the lack of anything
adding any excitement to her life.  Jason responds sarcastically by saying,
"Well, we could walk around naked all the time at home.  Would that excite
you?"

   "You know," Heather replies, "it just might.  We've never seen each
other naked.  You could be pretty hot without those clothes."

   Thinking Heather is just teasing, Jason says, "Yeah.  I'll bet your
tits, ass, and cunt look pretty nice too."

   Heather springs out of her chair and says, "Let's find out!" She grabs
the hem of her sweatshirt.

   Thinking he's calling Heather's bluff, Jason says "ok" and whips off his
sweatshirt.  Heather does likewise and is standing in jeans and, (Amanda's
addition not called for in the script) a very shear bra.  Heather in her
bra starts to increase Jason's interest.  He wants to see how far she'll go
so Jason unbuckles his belt, drops his jeans to the floor and steps out of
them.  Heather does the same.

   Jason is standing on stage in his undershirt and shorts.  Heather is
standing in almost transparent bra and panties.  The siblings are looking
at each other.  Heather says, "You look pretty good undressed."

   Jason responds, "Shit.  This ain't undressed.  This is more than either
of us used to wear to the pool."

   Heather is smiling now.  "I never wore anything this shear to the pool,"
she says.  She is twisting her body slightly, showing off just a bit. 
Slowly, she says, "I think we need to try skinny-dipping." She reaches
behind herself as if to unhook her bra but holds that position, waiting for
Jason to make the next move.

   Jason says, "yeah, that bra and panties hide too much of you." He
doesn't believe Heather will undress any further but thinks that it is
worth trying.  He pulls his undershirt over his head and throws it aside.
"Your turn," he says."

   Heather, who is downstage facing Jason upstage with her back to most of
the audience (although there was, of course, no audience for this
rehearsal), unhooks her bra and lets if slide down her arms.  She spreads
her arms giving Jason a full view of her bare tits.  "Like what you see?"
Heather asks.  Jason nods.  Heather puts her hands on the waistband of her
panties.  "There's more," she says in a sultry tone.  However, she waits.

   Jason is excited by his nearly naked sister (although I had to keep in
mind that erections are an absolute no-no on stage).  Hoping to induce her
to get completely naked, Jason shoves his shorts down his legs and steps
out of them.  Jason is now standing upstage center, facing the audience and
is completely nude.

   Heather giggles and, in an even sexier voice, says "good boy!" She
slowly works her panties off her hips, bending forward and thrusting her
bare ass towards the audience as she pushes them down her legs.  Once they
are below her knees, Heather lets her panties drop to her feet.  She
straightens, extends her arms over her head, and says, "like it?" Jason is
speechless and staring at Heather as she twirls to show him her bare ass
and shows the audience her bare front.  After completing her twirl, she
starts to walk upstage to Jason.  Before she reaches him, the stage goes
dark and the scene ends.

   The fifth time we did that scene that Tuesday night, everything fell
into place.  We really were daring each other to strip off, even though
we'd already done so four times.  While Amanda is always sexy in my
opinion, she suddenly oozed sex.  As she started walking towards me at the
end of the scene, I wanted to fuck her right then and there.  Because it
was rehearsal, the stage lights were not on, so it did not go dark to end
the scene.  Nonetheless, Amanda lead me off stage into the wings and
wrapped herself around me.  We hugged and shared a kiss that only ended
when we heard Feder yell, "Where the fuck did you go?  Get out here!"

   Amanda and I walked back on stage naked.  Valerie and the four
professional actors were sitting in the auditorium a row behind Feder.  The
looks on their faces made me think that they had thought that the scene was
as hot as I did.  All Feder said was, "that was better."

   Amanda and I were nude in all our scenes for the rest of the play.  We
moved on to rehearse a scene in the second act in which Heather and Jason
explicitly discuss an incestuous relationship.  That was the scene that
ended with the bare hug.  After doing that five times, I was struggling to
stay limp.  Thankfully, Feder told us to sit down and called the
professionals on stage to work on their scenes.  "Don't get dressed yet,"
Feder told us.  That was fine with us.

   Amanda and I sat in the auditorium next to Valerie.  In a low voice
because we didn't want to disturb Feder, Valerie said, "Jesus!  Both those
scenes were hot.  How can you be that sexy when you're naked in front of a
bunch of strangers?"

   Amanda quietly answered, "Being naked in front of strangers is sexy. 
Harry and I are really into each other sexually, and other ways."

   From that night on, Amanda and I were 100% into doing the play. 
Rehearsals went well.  There was a scene late in the first act in which
Helen finds Heather and Jason at home nude for the first time and is
incensed.  A heated argument breaks out which, under Feder's direction,
involved all three actors moving across all parts of the stage.  After
doing the scene a couple of times, Feder decided to have us play it
primarily on the thrust part of the stage, somewhat out in the audience. 
That got interesting once the show opened.

   The show opened on Thursday, April 9.  Amanda and I had gotten
comfortable being nude around the rest of the cast and crew.  Being nude in
front of a paying audience would, however, be going to a different level. I
met Amanda and Jen outside their dorm almost three hours before curtain. 
We walked to the Wallace.  Amanda and I held hands.  All three of us were,
mainly, quiet on the walk.

   The Wallace had one very small dressing room.  It would have been
impossibly crowded with seven people in it and Amanda and I didn't need
that privacy anyway.  We picked up our outerwear from the costume person,
pulled our underwear out of Amanda's backpack, and changed in the wings
with the crew working around us.

   In costume, we went to talk to the make-up woman.  One thing, which I
thought was odd, was that a make-up base had to be put all over our bodies
after the stripping scene.  We were told that was because the stage lights
on our completely bare skin created a glare.  However, we couldn't wear the
make-up for the stripping scene because it might rub off on our clothes. 
The make-up woman wouldn't make-up our bodies but had taught Amanda and me
how to apply it to each other.  She did do the make-up on our faces, also
necessitated by the stage lights.

   Pre-performance was primarily a "hurry up and wait" exercise.  About an
hour before curtain, someone came through to tell us that 140 tickets had
been sold and that they expected no more than 20 walk-ups.  The theater
seated about 200.

   Once they opened the doors to the auditorium, Amanda and I could hear
noises and voices from the audience.  That brought home what we were about
to do.  I was scared and excited in equal parts.  From our later
conversation, I know that Amanda was experiencing something similar,
although I think she leaned more to excitement.

   Jen walked by and asked, "Ready for this?"

   Amanda smiled and replied, "Absolutely!"

   I replied, in as even a tone as I could muster, "I think so."

   Jenn smiled.  "You'll both be great," she said.  "Have fun."

   It seemed like forever before the whispered announcement went around the
wings "curtain!" There really wasn't a curtain.  The start of the
performance was indicated by lowering the auditorium lights and bringing up
the stage lights.  The Helen character went on stage first, followed
shortly by the Hal character.  They had about ten minutes of dialogue
before Amanda went on stage, clothed.  I went out a couple of minutes
later.

   If you've not done it before, I think that there is something
intimidating about going on stage in front of an audience.  Being on the
main part of the stage with the lights aimed at us, I couldn't really see
the audience as individuals, but was very aware of their presence. 
Fortunately, we'd rehearsed so much that I gave the lines and made the
movements with little conscious thought.  Amanda and I were both off stage
quickly.

   The first act went on for some time, introducing the remaining
characters.  Then the assistant stage manager quietly gave us the warning
cue for our next scene, the stripping scene.  The lights went dark, and the
ASM told us, "go!"

   Amanda whispered to me, "nipples and dicks.  Get 'em hard." We walked on
stage.  Amanda sat in a chair placed down stage right.  I stood up stage
left.  The lights came up and we started the dialogue.

   I was in position upstage center when Amanda gave the cue for me to take
off my sweatshirt.  Oddly, the stage lights seemed nowhere near as bright
as earlier and I could see the individual people sitting in the auditorium.
That was disconcerting for a moment, but I quickly re-focused on Amanda. 
That was rewarding because, while Amanda had gotten very sexy doing the
scene in rehearsal, she hit a new high opening night.  The looks on her
face were ones I had only seen previously when we'd been fucking.  It was a
real effort not to get a hard-on.

   I had been directed to wait a few beats after Amanda had said "there's
more" to give the audience some time to anticipate seeing both of us nude.
When I pushed my shorts to the floor and felt the air on my ass and dick,
it was like a weight had been lifted from me.  I'd done it!  I was naked in
front of an audience!  Fortunately, I didn't have any lines to say.

   I watched Amanda take off her panties.  God, she looked so erotic and
desirable.  I managed to stay down, but I'm sure there were at least a few
hard-ons in the auditorium.  As Amanda walked towards me naked, the stage
lights went down.  She took my hand and lead me off stage.  As the crew
gathered up our clothes in the dark, Amanda gave me a tight hug and we
kissed.  Her eyes were gleaming with excitement.

   We quickly went to the make-up alcove.  We didn't have a lot of time to
get our body make-up on.  That didn't stop us from fondling a bit as we
made each other up.

   We were, of course, nude for our next scene.  It started with Heather
and Jason (Amanda and me) agreeing to go nude in their parents' house all
the time whereupon Helen walked in and the fight began.  During one part of
the argument, I had been directed to walk to the edge of the thrust and
face the audience to its side, as if I was ignoring our characters' mother.
When I did that, I realized that the audience members in the first row were
only a few inches below my feet and could look straight up at my bare dick
and balls.  I was to stand there still until the Helen character threw a
spatula at my feet.  I was then to turn around, bend over, and pick the
spatula up.  That movement gave the folks sitting in the first couple of
rows on that side of the thrust a pretty unobstructed view of my asshole.
The scene ended with the Hal character walking in, hearing what the fight
was about from Heather and Helen, and pronouncing that Heather and Jason
could go nude at home if they wanted to.

   At that point, Amanda and I were off the stage for the remainder of the
first act.  Adding in the intermission, there were about 40 minutes before
we were back on stage.  Amanda and I were very tempted to fuck during that
time, but we knew that would screw up the make-up.

   We had three scenes in the second act.  The first was very brief,
walking nude through the "living room" while Helen's sister and
brother-in-law were there.  The second was the scene where Heather and
Jason explore the idea of fucking each other.  That was our longest scene.
It ended with Heather and Jason hugging each other at center stage.  Our
last scene started with Heather and Jason sitting nude on a sofa "watching
TV." Jason has his arm around Heather when Helen walks in and angrily
accuses her children of incest.  Another, slightly less heated, argument
ensues.  Heather and Jason will neither admit nor deny having sex with each
other.  The leave Helen on stage by herself, both angry at her children and
crushed by how her family has degenerated.

   The actors came out for the curtain call in order based on how much time
they were on stage.  That meant that Amanda and I "took our bow" after
Valerie and the two pros who played the sister and brother-in-law.  Feder
had made a point of telling us that we had to wear robes when we came out
for curtain call.  Amanda had an idea about that.  I was having so much fun
by the end of the show that I'd probably have suggested the same thing to
her had she not said it first.

   The audience wasn't going wild, but they did applaud.  Amanda and I
stood in the wings in our robes until the ASM told us to go out.  The three
actors already on stage separated, Valerie going left and the other two
right, so that we could walk to down stage center between them.  I think
that the applause got a bit louder as we walked out.  Holding hands, Amanda
and I walked side-by-side out onto the thrust.  Amanda let go of my hand
and gave a slight nod of her head.  We both undid the belts on our robes,
opened them, and let them fall to our feet.  Since we wore nothing under
the robes, that generated more applause.  Amanda turned to her left and I
turned to my right to acknowledge the folks sitting on the sides of the
thrust.  Then, Amanda and I turned to face each other, took a step forward,
hugged, and kissed.  Without picking up our robes, we walked back up the
thrust and stood beside Valerie while the actors playing Helen and Hal came
out.

   The dressing room had a small shower.  The other actors had agreed to
let us use it to wash off the body make-up.  Amanda lead me straight to the
shower.  She turned on the water and, as soon as it warmed, pulled me under
the spray.  We were both incredibly horny.  Amanda's hands went for my
dick. One of my hands went between her thighs while the other played with
her hardening nipples.  Very quickly, Amanda had her legs wrapped around me
as I held her ass with both hands.  I lowered her down.  We looked in each
other's eyes as my dick slid into her.  The smile on Amanda's face was
priceless.

   It was probably the least efficient way possible to make love, I was so
pumped it worked.  I held Amanda as she used my shoulders to move herself
up and down on me.  We held each other's gaze the entire time.  Not that I
have ever not loved her, but I loved Amanda so desperately in that moment I
didn't think I could take it.  Amanda started sliding up and down on me
faster.  She began to yelp.  It was working for me.  I was getting very
close.  Just before I shot inside her, Amanda gave a short scream and
squeezed me very tight with her arms and legs.

   I was still holding Amanda's ass in my hands and was still inside her
when we heard a slow clapping from the shower entrance.  I turned my head
and saw Feder standing there.  Amanda opened her eyes and saw him too.  She
said, "Oh!" I set her down on her feet.

   Feder, in a tone much less gruff than usual, said, "That was very nice."
He paused.  "I wanted to talk to you privately," he continued.  "You
disobeyed my instructions about the curtain call." He scowled.  I wonder
what penalty he would impose.  "That's ok," Feder said.  "Keep doing it. 
Don't ever tell Barton, but this play sucks.  The only reason anyone should
come is to see the two of you.  Good work." Feder turned.  With slumping
shoulders, he walked away.

   The next voice we heard was the actress who played Helen.  Rather
sharply, she asked, "May we have our dressing room back yet?" Amanda and I
toweled each other office.  We walked naked out into the wings where we'd
left our street clothes.

   Before we could dress, we were accosted by a young man.  He identified
himself as the reviewer from the University's student run daily newspaper.
"There weren't any programs," he explained.  "I'd just like to know who you
are and a slight bit of background." We didn't see any harm in it, so we
answered his brief questions.  As he left, Jen brought us our underwear, so
we'd have them for Friday's performance.

   Two things of note happened the next day.  I had slept over with Amanda
in her and Jen's dorm room.  We were awakened by her cell phone.  That was
good because we both had Friday morning classes.  The caller was also from
the student paper.  She wanted to interview us about the play for a story
to run in Monday's edition.  We agreed to meet her at the student center at
noon.

   The second interesting thing was that the student paper ran a review of
the play.  In more elegant terms, it summarized the play much as Feder had
the night before.  However, it ended with a few lines that made me feel
good.  The reviewer wrote:

   "The one highlight of 'A Prisoner of Herself' is the performance of
University freshmen and neophyte actors Amanda Turner and Harry Stone.  Be
warned: Amanda and Harry are nude most of the time they are on stage.  If
that isn't your thing, you should skip this show.  That said, they are
refreshing, creating the impression that they genuinely enjoy performing
for you without a stitch on.  The evident joy with which they dropped their
robes in the curtain call almost made me wish I was in Harry's place;
almost."

   The lunch time interview was interesting.  Because she's better at it, I
let Amanda do most of the talking.  She was very candid about our
relationship and about our introduction to going nude with our families.  I
did get the sense that the woman interviewing us thought us both more than
a little weird.

   The interviewer ended the interview by asking, "Our reviewer who saw the
play last night seems to think that the two of you actually enjoy being
naked on stage in front of an audience.  Is that an accurate perception?"

   Again, I let Amanda answer.  "Absolutely," she said.  "Being up there
with nothing on in front of those people is one of the most enjoyable
things I've done in a long time." I was glad that she didn't say "the" most
enjoyable.  Amanda elaborated, "I know most people think that you should
keep your body hidden.  I don't understand that.  The naked human body,
anyone's body, is the most beautiful art on earth."

   The interviewer followed up with, "But, what if people, especially men,
are deriving a sexual thrill from seeing you naked?"

   Amanda smiled.  "What's wrong with sexual thrills?" Amanda asked.  "Most
of us enjoy them." God, I love Amanda.

   A copy of the student paper's review had been tacked up outside the
small dressing room when Amanda and I got to the Wallace for the Friday
night performance.  I watched the actress who played Helen, the lead
performer in the show, walk in, read the review, yank it down, and wad it
up.  I realized that the review had done nothing to help our non-existent
relationship with the professional actors.

   Valerie, however, congratulated us on the positive mention in the
review. "I'm sorry that you weren't mentioned," I said, trying to be
polite.

   "Oh, I didn't expect a mention," Valerie replied cheerfully.  "My part
is too small.  I'd have to take my clothes off to get noticed in this
play."

   Amanda grinned.  "Maybe you should," she said.

   No," Valerie said pleasantly.  "I admire you guys for doing it, but I
don't have the courage."

   About twenty minutes before "curtain," the ASM mentioned that we had a
full house for that performance.  He lowered his voice as he spoke to
Amanda and me and added, "thanks to you two."

   While it was a full house, it was a very quiet audience for the first
scenes of the play.  That changed during the stripping scene.  Applause
broke out as Amanda lowered her panties and displayed her bare ass to the
audience.  Amanda's ass is certainly worthy of applause.

   There was another interesting moment during the scene in which Heather
and Jason argue with Helen about going nude at home.  As I mentioned,
during that scene I walk naked to the edge of the thrust.  When I reached
the edge of the thrust, I looked down and saw a girl in my French class
sitting in the first row, a few inches below my feet.  She was looking up
at my dick and balls.  We briefly made eye contact and she smiled.  I heard
the spatula that Helen had thrown at me land at my feet.  I turned and bent
over to pick it up, giving the girl a pretty good view of my asshole as
well.

   I mentioned the girl from French class to Amanda after the performance.
"That's cool," Amanda said.  "I've been disappointed that I haven't seen
anyone I recognize in the audience yet." I saw the girl in class the
following Monday morning.  She looked at me and blushed.  However, she did
walk up to me after class and say that she had enjoyed the play.

   Amanda and I were particularly excited about Saturday's performance
because our parents were driving up to see us.  Amanda told everyone she
could before the show started that night that our parents were in the
audience.  Valerie was aghast.  "You're letting your parents see you
naked?" she exclaimed.

   "Sure," Amanda said, teasing Valerie a bit.  "So many other people have
seen us naked the last few days we thought that our parents should too."
The interview we did would not run until Monday, so Valerie didn't know
that we'd both been introduced to nudism by our parents.  Jen overheard the
conversation.  Jen did know.  She just shook her head and smiled.

   It wasn't surprising that the Saturday night audience was livelier than
the previous nights.  I suspect that a few in the audience had consumed an
adult beverage before coming to the theater.  Amanda got an enthusiastic
hand when she undressed in the striping scene.  Feder's comments to us
after opening night had made both of us feel more confident.  While not
deviating significantly from the stage directions we'd been given, Amanda
and I took every opportunity we could to expose ourselves fully.  Our nude
hug in the second act had become more passionate, and genuine.  That also
got a round of applause.  When Amanda and I dropped our robes in the
curtain calls, two middle-aged couples gave us a standing ovation.  Parents
can be embarrassing.

   Amanda and I had showered but not dressed when our parents came
backstage after the performance.  Amanda's mother said, loudly enough to be
heard out in the auditorium, "You two looked so good up there!  It's too
bad you can't go nude all the time."

   My mother said, "I really envy you both.  Being nude on stage is not
something I've ever had the opportunity to enjoy." Valerie, who was
standing a few feet away and was already in shock that Amanda and I had
stayed nude to greet our parents, walked away shaking her head.

   Amanda dashed off and was back shortly with Jen.  Jen had not met
Amanda's parents or mine and Amanda wanted to introduce her.  After the
introductions, Amanda's father said, "I'm guessing you two haven't eaten.
If there' still somewhere nearby serving food, I'll buy.  Jen, you're
certainly welcome to join us."

   Not too much later, all seven of us were at a table in a bar/restaurant
a few blocks from campus.  It was the only place we knew that had decent
food and served late.  After a lot of small talk, Amanda's mother said,
"We're staying at the ____ (naming a nearby hotel).  We've got two rooms,
but Bill and I can share a room with Linda and Ryan tonight.  That way,
Amanda and Harry, you can use the other room.  I know that there isn't much
privacy in dorm rooms and," Joan Turner smiled, "I'm sure there are things
you two want to do together."

   I couldn't help glancing at Jen, who was looking down and trying to
suppress a laugh.  While we weren't "in her face" about it, Amanda and I
had never considered Jen's presence in the dorm room to be a reason not to
make love.  Amanda, who was also trying to suppress a smile, said, "Thanks
Mom.  That'd be great.  We appreciate it."

   After eating, Jen went back to the dorm.  Amanda and I walked with our
parents to their hotel.  In the elevator, my mother noticed a label by the
button for the top floor had "pool" written on it.  She pressed that
button, saying "I want to see this pool."

   I was expecting a drained outdoor pool on the hotel's roof.  Instead,
across a short hall from the elevator was a locked door with a place to
swipe a keycard.  The door unlocked when Mrs.  Turner swiped her card. 
Inside was a full pool with some lounge chairs on the deck around it.  The
air was warm and humid.  Rather than an ordinary wall and ceiling, the pool
was underneath a clear plexiglass structure.  While there was some
condensation, we could make see the outlines of a few taller buildings
nearby.  The lights were out but there was enough light to see.  The room
was empty but for us.

   "Joan, what do you think?" my mother asked Mrs.  Turner.

   Mrs.  Turner replied, "Linda, I think that Amanda and Harry shouldn't be
the only ones who get naked tonight.  If they didn't want us in here, my
key wouldn't have opened the door."

   "Let's go down to the room to dump our clothes," Mr.  Turner said.

   "No wrapping yourself in a towel for the ride back up," my father added.

   We went back to the elevator, which was still on that floor.  We rode
down about five floors, got out, and followed my parents to their room. 
Inside the room, Mom, Dad, Mr.  Turner, Amanda, and I began undressing. 
Mrs.  Turner went into the bathroom and came back with four bath towels. 
She dropped those on the bed and said, "I'll get two more from next door."
She went through a connecting door into what, I assumed, was the Turners'
room, and came back with two more towels.  The rest of us were just
removing the last of our clothes.  Mrs.  Turner said, in a coquettish tone,
"You are all ahead of me.  Well, you'll just have to watch me undress." We
did.  Joan Turner wasn't as fit as her twenty-year old daughter, but you
could see where Amanda's beauty came from.

   Consistent with my father's instructions, the six of us walked out of
the room naked with our towels over our arms.  As the room door clicked
shut, my mother said, "Ryan, I hope you have the keycard." My father raised
a hand with the card in it.  I wasn't sure whether I was afraid of or
hoping for someone else to get on the elevator as Amanda, me, and our
parents rode it nude.  No one did.

   Dad's card also unlocked the door to the pool.  It was still warm and
humid, but it was darker.  Some lights from another building must have gone
out.  We quietly got into the pool and swam around a bit.  I had been
staying close to Amanda, but she suddenly swam off.  It seemed to be
getting darker.  I felt someone bump into me under the water and felt a
hand around my dick.

   I expected Amanda's head to break the water's surface but is was Joan
Turner instead.  "Sorry," she said, "I thought you were Bill." She didn't
let go of my dick.  Instead, she called out, "Amanda, I have something in
my hand that belongs to you."

   Amanda came over.  We were standing in shallow enough water that Amanda
could see her mother's hand wrapped around my dick.  "You like it too Mom?"
Amanda asked.

   "Yes, but it's yours," Mrs.  Turner said, letting go of me.  Mrs. 
Turner turned and said, "Linda, I accidently grabbed Harry's dick just now.
You raised a healthy boy." I heard Mom, who was in a corner of the pool
with Dad and Mr.  Turner, laugh.

   Amanda said, "I think Mom had a bit to drink."

   "Hey," I said, "it felt good to me."

   Amanda splashed water in my face.  Laughing, she said, "bastard!" We
hugged.  As always, Amanda's bare body pressed against mine felt wonderful.

   Not very long later, Mr.  Turner announced, "I think we've moved on to
things better done in the room." We all got out of the water.  Amanda and I
toweled each other off.  Mr.  Turner toweled off Mom.  Dad toweled off Mrs.
Turner.  Holding our towels, we all got back into the elevator.

   Going down, the elevator stopped one floor below the pool.  A
well-dressed couple, probably in their late twenties, were standing there
when the door opened.  They hesitated.  We all stepped back in a show of
making room for them.  The couple stepped into the elevator.  The man kept
looking forward at the elevator door.  The woman with him, however, had no
hesitancy about turning partway around to look at us.  Smiling, she kept
looking at us until we reached our floor.  The couple stepped out of the
car to let us out.  As they stepped back inside the elevator, the woman
said, "Have fun."

   Dad had held onto the keycard and we got back into their room.  Mr. 
Turner opened a bottle of wine and poured some into plastic cups for
everyone.  As we drank, Mrs.  Turner asked, "Amanda, Harry, you've been
naked in front of an audience now.  What's next?"

   With her cup in one hand, Amanda cocked her bare hip, and said, "What
better be next is a nice long fuck session with Harry."

   "Don't let us stop you Dear," Mr.  Turner said.

   Amanda put her cup down.  She turned to face me.  She reached out a hand
and began stroking my dick.  We'd never done anything hardcore sexual in
front of our parents before, but I sensed that Amanda wanted to.  I put an
arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer.  I put my other hand between
her thighs and began fingering her.  We kissed.

   What Amanda was doing to me, and the audience, were very stimulating. 
Amanda was getting very aroused too.  She broke our kiss, took my hand, and
led me to the bed.  My hard-on was on full display.  My Mother said, "Nice
wood Son."

   Amanda lay on her back on the bed.  Mrs.  Turner said, "Move to the
center Dear." Amanda did and spread her legs.  I got on the foot of the bed
and crawled up until I was above Amanda.  She smiled at me and softly said,
"new experiences." I lowered my hips and slid my dick inside of my lover.
Glancing towards the room's window, I could see the curtains open and all
four of our parents standing there.  They were watching us, but Mom was
stroking Mr.  Turner's dick and he was fondling her nipples.  Dad's hand
was between Joan Turner's thighs and she was cupping his balls.  I turned
my attention back to Amanda.

   Amanda put her arms around my neck and gently pulled my face down to
hers.  As we fucked, she began running her tongue softly over my lips.  It
doesn't sound like much, but it was an incredible counterpoint to the
stronger sensations in my pelvis.  After a while, Amanda forced her tongue
between my lips.  Mouths open, we took long, slow licks of each's other's
tongues as our hips worked in a well-practiced partnership.

   I felt other people getting on the bed.  Amanda wrapped her legs around
me and began thrusting her cunt on my dick.  I pushed back more forcefully
and thrust faster.  Amanda has an ability, unique in my limited sexual
experience, to flex, for want of a better word, her cunt tightly around my
dick.  This forces me to push much harder but greatly increases the
sensation for both of us.  When she did that, it was her signal to me that
she wanted to come.  She flexed.  She also flexed her muscular legs more
tightly around me and pulled my face into hers.  It took me tremendous
effort to keep thrusting my dick inside of her, but the sensation was
incredible.

   Amanda began flexing her abdominal muscles, pulling her hips up against
me.  Amanda was strong enough that she could push me up in the air a little
that way, and she got stronger the closer she was to orgasm.  Her kiss was
no longer affection, but fierce.  Even with whomever else was sitting on
the bed, the mattress was moving.  Suddenly, Amanda grunted, bit my lip,
and convulsed; crushing me to her more tightly than before.  Turning her
face from mine, she gave a short howl as her whole body shook.  Just as
Amanda began to relax, I shot, hard, inside her.  Feeling that Amanda
giggled.

   I stayed in Amanda as we both regained our breath.  We were looking at
each other.  I wish I knew the words to describe the look on Amanda's face
in that moment.  I knew, and know, that I could ever love someone as much
as I love Amanda Turner.  I hoped, desperately, that she felt the same
about me.

   Amanda's and my intense personal moment ended when my Mother said, "That
was the best sex I've ever seen." I pulled out and rolled to my right, off
Amanda and into Mrs.  Turner's bare lap.  I straightened very quickly. 
Amanda sat up.  Some of my come was oozing out between her cunt lips.  She
wiped some up with her index finger and put her finger in her mouth.

   All four of our parents were looking at us.  Mom and Mrs.  Turner were
on either side of us, sitting on the edges of the bed.  Dad was behind Mrs.
Turner with his arms around her.  Mr.  Turner was standing beside Mom with
his dick in her hand.  I know it sounds perverted as hell, but it was a
very tender family moment.

   Amanda took my hand and we all looked at each other silently for a time.
There was no guilt, embarrassment, or even discomfort; only the sense that
we had all shared something very meaningful.  Finally, my Father said, "Why
don't you two go in the other room.  We're all horny as hell but you don't
want to see four old people fuck."

   Bill Turner added, "Shit.  We can't equal that performance!"

   As Amanda and I got off the bed, Joan Turner told my Father, "Ryan, you
damn well better do as well as your son."