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   It had been a rough few years, but I'd reached a place that was, at
least, tolerable.  I'd married Gail, the woman of my dreams, three years
after graduating from law school.  At her insistence, I left the large law
firm where I'd been doing well to set up my own shop.  Unfortunately, the
business didn't follow me, and I really struggled to meet my own income
expectations, much less Gail's.  Gail, a lawyer herself, started a
relationship with a senior partner at another big firm in town.  She
divorced me.  Eighteen months later, I settled a huge class action that had
been one of the few good cases I'd gotten on my own.  The payoff for me was
huge.  I wasn't Michael Bloomberg wealthy, but I now had more money than
I'd ever spend in my lifetime and no one to spend it on but me.  Still
hurting from the divorce, I opted for early retirement.  I left Cincinnati
and retreated into the woods of Southeastern Ohio.

   I found a property of about 50 acres of woods abutting a state forest.
There was a 1960s style ranch house on a small hill about a quarter mile
off the road.  Many dollars later, the dreary ranch was transformed.  There
was a library room for my 2,500 books and a weight room in the basement.  I
added a deck to the back of the house that overlooked a wooded valley that
was partly mine and partly state forest.  I put a spa, an outdoor shower,
and an elaborate grill on the deck.  Buying the property and fixing it up
made no significant dent in my new bank account.

   I had gone to college on a wrestling scholarship.  I wrestled at 185
pounds in probably the best wrestling conference in the country.  I never
won a conference championship, but I did win more matches than I lost. 
However, I'd spent the last several years in practice really busting it to
make money.  I simply had not had time to work out and any visible evidence
of my athletic past had disappeared into a blob of flab and fat.

   I had not anticipated the magnitude of change from the practicing
lawyer's life of constant demands that really required thirty- hour days to
retired life with, literally, nothing that had to be done.  To give my new
life some structure, I started working out fiendishly once I was settled in
my forest retreat.  It was slow and painful.  However, 18 months on, my
bodyweight was down to 200.  My bench max was up to 450 pounds and, on a
good day, I could do a full squat with 600.  No world records were in
danger, but I thought that was respectable for a guy in his forties.

   As I entered my second spring in the woods, I decided to start using my
outdoor shower after my workouts.  I wasn't entirely sure why I had it put
in.  I suppose the idea of showering with a view over the valley seemed
appealing.  I certainly did not intend to be seen.  The risk of that seemed
since my property backed up on a relatively inaccessible part of the state
forest.  I'd chosen the property for privacy and solitude.

   Once it warmed enough that spring, I started using the outdoor shower
daily after my workouts.  Sometimes, I'd dry off and sit nude on the back
deck enjoying the sights and sounds of the forest.  For several days around
Memorial Day, I thought I heard something moving in the woods while I was
showering.  I didn't see anything and assumed I was hearing a large
squirrel or, maybe, deer.  At any rate, I was sure no people were around.

   It was late afternoon the first Monday in June.  I had finished a leg
workout and was in the outdoor shower.  I usually spent most of my shower
facing the woods to enjoy the view.  This time, I had turned to adjust the
shower temperature when I heard a female voice awfully close by.

   "Excuse me, Sir," the voice said.

   I had never encountered another person on this my property.  I was so
surprised, that I spun around without thinking about covering myself. 
Standing just a few feet off the deck was a young African American woman in
the uniform of an ODNR ranger.  Shit!  Was I about to be busted for being
nude outdoors on my own property?

   "Hi," the ranger said with a smile.  "I'm Patti Wilson.  I work at the
state forest.  I've been working in this part of the forest for the last
week checking rates of erosion.  I couldn't help noticing you in your
shower each afternoon.  I, uh, watched you for a while.  I felt bad about
that until I decided that someone who showers in the nude outdoors probably
doesn't mind if other people see them.  I, well, I watched you shower
several times.  I thought ought to come up and confess."

   "I'm not in trouble?" I asked.

   "For what?" Ranger Wilson replied.  "From my point of view, you're
adding to the natural beauty of the area."

   "That's a relief," I said.  I turned around to turn off the shower,
grabbed a towel, and stepped from the tile pad onto the wood deck.  Ranger
Wilson had a lovely face.  It was hard to tell with the unisex uniform she
had on, but I suspected she had a lovely body too.

   "You're not upset that I spied on you?" Ranger Wilson asked.

   "No," I replied.

   "Uh," she said hesitantly, "would you mind if I came back?"

   That question crystalized the situation in my mind.  I was standing nude
in front of a lovely young woman who had just admitted that she was there
to look at me in the nude.  Now, she wanted my permission to come back and
look at me in the nude some more.  I'd never thought about showing off my
nude body.  To the contrary, I had always been careful about my modesty. 
Ranger Wilson was very openly looking at my bare body.  That was
inexplicably exciting.

   "That's ok with me," I replied as casually as possible.  "Most of what's
out there is your forest anyway."

   "Well," Ranger Wilson said, "I was hoping you'd give me permission to
come onto your land.  You know, so I can get a closer look."

   There was something about that request and the way she said it that I
found appealing.  "I suppose," I replied, "that seeing a naked man outside
gives you probable cause to come onto the property to make sure nothing
untoward is going on."

   Ranger Wilson laughed.  "You sound like a lawyer," she said.  Looking
straight at my exposed dick, she added, "it looks pretty upright to me, but
that could change from day to day."

   "Perhaps," I said.  "May I get you something to drink?"

   Ranger Wilson smiled again.  "No but thank you.  I need to get back to
work." Her smile widened.  "I'll see you again." She turned, revealing what
looked like a nicely shaped ass, and walked back into the woods.

   As the shock of the encounter wore off, I realized that I'd "shown off."
I'd never done that before.  The only women who had seen me nude were a
couple of doctors, some girlfriends, and Gail.  Today, I'd stood naked in
front of a woman I'd never met before, a law enforcement officer no less.
I'd made no effort to cover myself and carried on a conversation.  I'd
enjoyed it.  Was I an exhibitionist?

   Patti Wilson started coming by almost every day as I showered outside.
She no longer hid in the woods but came right up to the deck.  She also
stayed longer and talked.  I enjoyed listening to her and enjoyed her
looking at me.

   I'd been showing off for Patti for about three weeks.  She almost always
showed up while I was showering.  However, she would stay for a while as I
dried off.  I would stand or walk around the deck nude while we talked.  I
started hoping she would be inspired to join me in nudity, but Patti always
stayed fully clothed.  One day, she said, "I probably shouldn't admit it,
but I really enjoy looking at you."

   "Why shouldn't you admit that?" I asked.

   "It makes me sound like a perv," she replied.  She paused.  "This will
make me sound like a real perv, but I'd love to watch you jack off."

   In my old life, I'd have been shocked.  Now, I thought "that would be
fun!" The idea of stroking myself until I came with Patti's gorgeous face
watching started the blood to my dick.  "On one condition," I replied.

   Patti's face got a fearful look.  "What's that?" she asked.

   "After I come, you have to stay for a drink," I replied.

   Patti giggled.  "Well, the supervisor's in meetings in Columbus today. I
suppose I could, but I have a condition back."

   "What's that?" I asked.

   "You can't put anything on until I've left and, uh, don't clean yourself
off after you come," she said.

   "Ok," I replied.

   "We've got a deal," Patti replied.  "What are you waiting for?"

   I stood facing Patti.  My dick was already coming up.  I wrapped my hand
around myself and began stroking the length of my shaft.  Watching Patti
watch me stroke myself got me rock hard.  I started imaging her lips around
my shaft with my head in her mouth being licked by her tongue.  The obvious
pleasure on Patti's face as she watched me made it even more arousing.

   Patti had stepped closer to me, to get a better view, I guess.  When I
shot, some of my semen went on her slacks.  "I'm sorry," I said quickly.

   Patti looked at me with a smile.  "Don't worry about it," she said. 
"It'll wash out.  That was so hot it is worth it." I was glad I'd done
something she thought was hot.

   "Ok," I said.  "You promised to stay for a drink.  What may I get you?"

   "Uh, do you have any wine?" Patti asked.

   "I have several varieties of red, if you drink red," I replied.

   "Red is fine," Patti said.  "You choose, I'm not a wine expert."

   "Neither am I," I chuckled as I walked into my house.  I opened a good
Italian wine I had gotten during a trip back to Cincinnati and poured Patti
a generous glass.  I poured myself some less expensive Australian cabernet.
I took the glasses back outside.  Patti and I sat next to each other on my
deck, me nude and Patti in her uniform.

   As we talked, I learned that Patti was originally from Cleveland.  She
had gone to college out west on a track scholarship.  "I'd been a pretty
good sprinter in high school," she said.  "When I got to college, I was
great for the first 40 yards, but I couldn't develop that extra gear that
the other girls had for the last 60.  I started to focus on long jump."
Patti had also gotten a BS in something called "natural resources
management."

   "My goal," Patti said, "is to be the boss of something like the state
forest here.  There's a lot of undeveloped land and habitat preserved out
west, but there are few people.  I came back to Ohio because I think it is
important to preserve natural areas near where people live and work, both
for the environment and for people's mental health."

   As you may have picked up, Patti was intelligent and articulate as well
as being very good-looking.  I was enjoying listening to her talk about
herself and had become perfectly comfortable being naked around her.  After
a while, Patti said, "You look like you lift.  Where?  I've been in the
area for almost four years and I haven't found any place."

   "I have a weight room in my basement," I replied.  "Would you like to
see it?" Patti said yes, so I led her down to my weight room.  Men tend to
take pride in their possessions, so I was gratified that she seemed to be
impressed.  "You're more than welcome to come over and use it," I said.

   "I'd love to," Patti replied.  "It's been so long; I could probably use
a refresher in how to use the equipment and correct form.  I'm off Sunday.
May I come over Sunday afternoon?"

   "That would be fine," I said.  "Any time.  I'm pretty much always here."

   "Uh," Patti said, "do you think you could be dressed Sunday the same way
you are now?"

   I usually wore a tee shirt and shorts to lift, but I was willing to
accommodate a lovely woman.  "Sure," I replied.

   Patti showed up Sunday afternoon in shorts and a tank top over a sports
bra.  At her request, I was naked.  I spent about twenty minutes showing
her where things were and how I preferred the equipment be used.  We talked
about her lifting goals.  I'm not a coach, but, going back to college, I
had lifted enough and read enough about weight training that I thought I
could help her.  We went through most of the major lifts with Patti using
light weights so I could check and correct her form.  That meant getting
very close to her.

   Patti typically worked until about 5:30 p.m.  She clocked out at the
forest office about ten miles away.  We developed a routine in which Patti
would show up two or three evenings a week around 6:15 p.m.  She would lift
in my basement for an hour and a half or so.  I'd spot her.  Patti always
wore her workout clothes.  At her request, I was always naked.

   I found that I enjoyed being naked around Patti.  She did a good job of
creating the impression that she liked looking at my body.  I hoped that
the nudity would become mutual.  I had a strong suspicion that Patti looked
great with nothing on.  However, she didn't volunteer to undress.  It
seemed unwise for me to suggest that she get naked.

   One Sunday afternoon in late August, Patti showed up at my house
unexpectedly.  With her was another woman whom Patti introduced as Belinda.
"Belinda's my best friend," Patti said.  "She works a couple different
retail jobs in Athens, but she's really an artist." Patti looked at Belinda
to supply details.

   Belinda appeared to be about Patti's age, around thirty.  She had
strawberry blonde hair and a very pale complexion.  Belinda was a big
woman, and I don't mean fat.  She simply had broad shoulders, wide hips,
and obviously heavy breasts.  "I do sketches, painting, and some
photography," she said.  "I do a lot of landscapes because they sell, but
my primary interest is the human form."

   "I brought Belinda over because I thought she may be able to use you as
a model, if you don't mind," Patti said.

   Since Patti had started coming to my house earlier that summer, I had
gotten into the habit of staying nude.  It was more comfortable than
wearing clothes around the house.  I was already nude when Patti and
Belinda showed up.  Belinda walked around me slowly, appraising me the way
a buyer might look at an animal at a livestock show.  She finally came back
in front of me.  "You are willing to pose nude?" she asked.

   "Sure," I said.  I'd never posed but I enjoyed Patti looking at me and I
thought I'd enjoy Belinda doing it too.

   "I can't pay you," Belinda said, "but, if I sell a work you modeled for,
I'll give you 30 percent of what I get for it."

   "That's fine," I replied.  Belinda had a location in the forest where
she wanted me to pose.  We made a date to meet early the next Sunday. 
Belinda intended to be done before many people were out.

   It was about 7:00 a.m., just getting light, when I parked next to
Belinda's rather beat-up Toyota in the lot of a strip center in the nearest
town.  To my slight surprise, Patti was with Belinda.  I liked Patti so I
didn't say anything.  I just climbed in the back seat.

   Belinda drove for about twenty minutes, ending up on a one lane road
deep in the forest.  She came to a spot where she could pull off and park,
which she did.  We all got out.  Belinda opened her trunk and took out a
large camera bag.  "Whether I'm doing a sketch or a painting, I photograph
my models and work from the pictures," she said.  "Of course, if I like the
photos, I may just clean them up on the computer and go with them."

   I was standing waiting to be told what to do.  Belinda pointed at a
stand of trees on the other side of the road.  "There's a small pond about
400 yards through those woods.  That's where I'd like to work this morning.
Will, you should probably take your clothes off here.  You can leave your
shoes on."

   I stripped off and we locked my clothes in Belinda's trunk.  We walked
single file with me in the middle and Patti behind me.  At one point,
Belinda led us through some waist-high weeds, which felt strange rubbing
against my dick, balls, and ass.  I hoped I wasn't rubbing against anything
like poison ivy.

   We spent, probably, two hours around the pond and in the adjoining
woods. Belinda must have shot several hundred frames of me.  None of the
poses she directed were particularly racy.  Patti basically just watched.
After we finished, we had just reached the road across from Belinda's car
when another car came along the road.  I don't know whether they noticed
the naked man standing between two clothed women, but the car didn't stop.

   When Patti came over to work out the following Tuesday night, she said,
"Belinda would like you to see some of the pictures she took Sunday.  Do
you have time to drive up to Belinda's apartment in Athens tomorrow
evening?" Athens was 45 minutes away.

   "I suppose," I said.  It wasn't like I had anything scheduled.

   "Great!", Patti said.  "Pick me up outside my apartment tomorrow at
5:00."

   Patti lived in the one nice apartment complex in the town nearest to me.
She was waiting for me in the parking lot outside her apartment.  The print
sundress she had on emphasized her athletic figure.  As I drove in, I saw
several other people walking around the complex as if they lived there. 
Those folks were all white.  I wondered how that worked for Patti.  This
part of the state could be very redneck.  It wasn't a question I thought I
could ask.

   Patti pulled open the passenger door of my SUV and got in as soon as I
stopped.  As if reading my mind, she said, "Yeah, I'm the only black person
in this complex.  Most of the people here are nice.  There are a couple of
guys in the next building who apparently think every black woman's greatest
desire is to have a white dick inside her.  They initially thought I needed
some persuasion to act on my overriding desire.  The police had a long talk
with them a few months after I moved in.  Apart from an occasional insult
shouted out their truck windows if they see me when they're driving by,
they leave me alone now."

   "Jesus!" I said with genuine disgust.

   "It's just a part of my life," Patti said.  "I've been dealing with it
in one form or another for as long as I can remember."

   I didn't say anything.  There was nothing I could say.  Patti was an
intelligent, articulate, physically beautiful black woman who held a job in
the fringes of Appalachia that regularly put her in a position of authority
over whites.  I knew enough to know that I didn't have a clue what it was
like to live her life.

   We drove about 15 minutes in silence.  I was trying to think of
something to say to get us onto a more pleasant, less dangerous topic of
conversation.  Patti broke the silence, but not with anything I'd expected.

   "Will," she said, "I owe you an apology and an explanation.  I've been
hanging around you for a couple of months now taking every opportunity I
get to look at your nude body.  Shit, I even asked you to jerk off for me.
I know you think I'm attractive.  I'm sure you're frustrated that I always
keep my clothes on around you."

   "Not frustrated," I started.  Patti cut me off.

   "Will, I do like you.  I like you a lot.  It's just that, well, not long
after I came here, I met a guy.  Jevon.  Jevon initially seemed like you:
smart, considerate, good-looking.  Jevon lived up in Athens.  After we'd
dated a couple of months, he talked me into moving in with him.  That's
when things changed completely.  I guess Jevon thought I was now his
property to use as he pleased.  Sex started including him slapping me
around some.  I complained.  It got worse.  Then it went from us wanting to
have sex to him wanting to have sex.  My 'no' didn't matter.  One night,
Jevon raped me in the apartment.  When he was done, I grabbed some clothes
and my purse and ran out.  Belinda lived a few blocks away.  I went to stay
with her."

   Patti took a breath.  It seemed to be costing her a lot to tell me this.
"Belinda put me in touch with a group who help abused women.  They found a
lawyer.  We filed for a protection order to keep Jevon at least 500 feet
away from me at all times.  Jevon waltzed into court like it was a game. 
His attitude pissed the judge off.  The judge also knew I'm a ranger.  The
judge basically told Jevon he thought Jevon was a worthless piece of shit
and if Jevon ever got 499 and a half feet away from me or less, Jevon's ass
was going to prison."

   Patti paused again.  "Telling you this isn't easy," she said, "but you
need to know it if we're going to spend time together.  Anyway, the
protection order pissed Jevon off.  I was still staying with Belinda, which
Jevon knew.  That night of the day I got the order, Jevon came to Belinda's
apartment.  He kicked in the front door.  He started hitting me.  Belinda
started hitting him with a camera body and yelling for her neighbors to
call 911.  Fortunately, someone did and there was an Athens PD patrol car a
block away.  When the Athens officers showed up, Jevon went at them.  To
make a long story short, I spent a night in the hospital.  Jevon's spent
about three years in prison and has a couple more to serve." Patti took a
deep breath.  "Will, the point of this is that I really like you, but I've
learned not to trust my judgment about men."

   Again, I thought "Jesus!" I didn't say anything.  Patti had been through
a lot.  I didn't know what to say.  I was strongly attracted to her and had
hoped we'd have a relationship.  After what I'd just heard, it looked like
our odd version of "just friends" was as good as it would get.

   We drove a few more minutes in silence.  In a slightly brighter tone,
Patti asked, "So, how does an educated, attractive man end up living by
himself in the woods of rural Southeastern Ohio?"

   I gave Patti a short version how I'd gotten to where I was.  When I
finished, Patti said, "So, your wife left you just because she found
another guy with more money?  That is being a real bitch!"

   "To be fair to Gail," I said, "I think she realized that we only get one
life.  She felt that living with me wasn't going to give her the life she
wanted, and she felt she had to do something about that while she still
could.  I suppose Gail felt that, if she didn't act to protect her dreams,
she couldn't expect anyone else to either."

   "Will," Patti said, "you are way too fucking reasonable."

   Our mutual revelations were interrupted by the need for Patti to direct
me to the small house Belinda rented.  We parked on the street.  Belinda
was waiting for us on her porch.

   Belinda showed us twenty of the several hundred pictures she had taken
the Sunday before.  "I've cleaned these up on the computer," she said. 
"Will, with your permission, I'd like to frame them and try to sell them. I
know a gallery here in Athens that will take them and there is another one
in Columbus."

   I was never much into pictures of naked men, even myself.  If Belinda
wanted to try to sell the pictures, I was fine with that.

   Patti spent a long time looking at the pictures.  She singled out one in
which I was standing next to a tree facing the camera.  "I really like this
one," Patti said.

   "I'll make another print for you," Belinda said.  "That picture would be
even better if there was also a woman in it to give it some sexual
tension."

   "No," Patti snapped.

   "Patti," Belinda said, "you know I've wanted to do a series with a
couple.  You're the only woman I am close enough to that I can ask.  I
can't afford to hire a model.  The contrast between your skin tone and
Will's will make some great pictures."

   Patti sat quietly, frowning.  Belinda said, "Will, would you go out on
the porch for a moment please?" I went out on the porch.  "A moment" became
about half an hour.  I could hear voices inside.  I went out to stand by my
SUV so there would be no risk of overhearing any of Patti and Belinda's
conversation.

   Patti and Belinda finally came out onto the porch.  I was about hallway
up the walk to the house when I heard Patti say, tiredly, "yes, I said I'd
think about it." Patti started to come off the porch, so I stopped.  She
looked upset.

   Standing on the porch, Belinda looked cheerful, even a bit smug.  She
called out, "Posing Sunday Will?  Meet at the same time and place?"

   I hurriedly said, "sure" as I turned to open my passenger door for
Patti.

   The drive home from Athens was quicker and quieter than the drive to
Athens.  Patti had the passenger door unlatched before I'd come to a
complete stop outside her apartment.  She got out.  I was prepared for the
door to be slammed shut.  Instead, Patti turned to face me.  She gave me a
tired smile.  "Just so you know," she said, "Belinda says that you're as
far from Jevon as a man can be." Patti softly closed the door and walked up
to her apartment.

   I was not surprised that Patti did not come to work out the rest of that
week.  I was disappointed, but not surprised, that she didn't call.  I
thought about calling her but decided that wouldn't be welcome.  At least,
I thought, this relationship ended before I'd invested several years in it.

   I'm not sure why I went to meet Belinda the following Sunday morning.  I
had only posed because Patti wanted me to.  Patti was apparently past
tense. I was stunned, and a bit scared, to see Patti in the passenger seat
of Belinda's Toyota that Sunday morning.  Patti gave me a nervous smile and
said "hi Will" as I got into Belinda's back seat.

   Belinda took us on a longer drive that morning, deeper into the forest.
She finally stopped on a dirt track which, based on the weeds, hadn't been
used in years.  To our right was a small clearing surrounded by large trees
on three sides.  On the other side of the track was a small hill with a
large rock exposed at its peak.

   We got out of the car.  Belinda again opened her trunk and pulled out
her camera gear.  She turned towards me.  I understood that was my cue.  I
kicked off my sandals, pulled my tee shirt over my head, and dropped my
shorts.  I gathered my clothes and put them in the trunk.  I stood there
naked as Belinda's gaze turned on her friend.

   Patti stood, obviously nervous, looking between Belinda and me for what
seemed a long time but was probably only a few seconds.  I didn't know what
was happening and kept my mouth shut.  Nothing was said between Belinda and
Patti, but there was clearly communication going on.  Patti finally said
"oh, ok" very softly.

   To my amazement, Patti slipped off her running shoes, pulled off her
tank top, and undid her bra and let it slide down her arms.  Patti's
breasts were, roughly, grapefruit size, very firm looking, with alluring
upturned nipples.  Patti put her top and bra in the trunk.  I thought
Belinda had talked her into posing topless.

   My amazement increased exponentially when Patti undid the clasp at the
front of her shorts, unzipped them, and let them drop to her feet.  Patti
was wearing a pair of conservative beige panties.  Nonetheless, her flat
stomach and firm, slender thighs were completely exposed.  Astounded, I
watched as Patti's hands went to the waistband of her panties and pushed
them down to her ankles.  She bent over to pick her clothes up.  When she
straightened, I saw the closely trimmed black hair covering her triangle.
Patti saw me looking between her thighs and smiled, slightly, for the first
time that morning.

   Belinda directed us to go up the small hill and get onto the rock.  I
followed Patti's tight, perfectly rounded ass.  Clothed, Patti Wilson was
an extremely attractive woman.  Nude, she was the most beautiful woman
alive, at least in my mind.

   Belinda had us do many poses on the rock.  Each pose kept a bit of
distance between Patti and me.  Patti was nervous and seemed uncomfortable
when we started.  As we stayed on the rock, I noticed Patti was looking off
in the distance less and looking at my dick more.  I couldn't help but look
at her.  She was special, even if the poses Belinda directed let Patti keep
her thighs clamped firmly together.

   After a long time on the rock, Belinda called us down.  She took us to
the other side of the track.  She pointed at a large tree with several
low-hanging big branches.  "Climb it," she said.

   "What?" Patti asked.

   "Climb the tree, like when you were a kid, remember?" Belinda said.

   Patti exhaled, walked over to the tree, and put her arms around a large
branch.  She then swung her legs up and crossed them over the top of the
branch.  She rolled herself to the top of the branch and carefully stood
up. I walked over to the tree and pulled myself up onto a branch on about
the same level as Patti, but on the opposite side of the trunk.

   "Go on," Belinda called out, "play.  Play together."

   Patti started climbing higher up the tree.  I swung around the trunk to
the branch she had been on and followed her at a respectful distance.  I
had not looked up until I heard Patti say, "Will, I hope you're enjoying
the view." That caused me to look up.  Patti was standing a couple of
branches above me facing away from me.  Her legs were apart and, in
addition to her perfect ass, I could see pink between her legs.  Patti gave
me a look.  Could there have been a smile in it?

   Patti and I each climbed a branch higher.  Below us, I could hear
Belinda's camera.  Fortunately, I was still firmly on a large branch
because Patti slipped.  She didn't fall far, because I caught her in my
right arm and swung her onto the branch I was standing on.  That also had
the effect of pulling her against me.

   Patti and I stood on the branch with her breasts against my chest and my
dick pressed against her belly.  We looked into each other's eyes for a
long moment.  "Who thought climbing a tree naked could be fun?" Patti said
with a smile.  We kissed, quickly, on the lips.

   From below, Belinda called up, "the kiss was nice.  Some hugging and
passion would be better.  Act like you're really into each other because,
you know, you really are."

   Patti's smile widened.  I moved my hand from the small of her back to
her ass and pulled her tight against me.  We kissed again.  This time, our
lips were open.  Our tongues met.  Patti put a hand on my ass.  She was
right.  Nude tree climbing was a lot of fun.

   Belinda called us down out of the tree.  We got to the lowest branch,
which was about five feet off the ground.  I jumped off first to be on the
ground below Patti just in case.  Patti called "catch me." I just had time
to get my arms out so she could fall into them.  I had one arm under the
middle of her back and the other under her thighs.  Patti was smiling.  I
leaned down to kiss her again as Belinda took more pictures.

   Belinda had us go back across the track to a spot at in the grass at the
base of the small hill.  "Act like lovers," she instructed.

   Patti and I embraced and kissed.  Patti turned us so that my back was
largely towards Belinda's camera.  "I've wanted to touch this for a couple
of months," Patti said as she took my dick in her hand.  She stroked me
slowly from the base of up my shaft to my head.  Patti's hand felt
wonderful.  I reached a hand between Patti's legs.  She moved her right leg
to give me better access.  I ran my finger around her outer lips as she
continued to slowly stroke me.  I moved my finger to her clit and began to
rub.  We were so engrossed in each other that we didn't realize until
Belinda showed us the pictures that she had moved to a place affording a
clear view of our foreplay.

   I had a full hard-on and Patti was wet when she said, "Will, get on your
back on the ground." I did.

   Belinda called out "that's great" as Patti stood over me straddling me.

   Patti looked down at me.  "Do we trust each other?" she asked.

   "Yes," I said.

   Patti lowered herself down to me.  When she could reach my dick, she
took it in her hand and guided me into her vagina.  There were so many
things we were doing wrong at that moment, but I'd never felt better.

   Patti rode me and I thrust up into her.  I took a little exploration to
find the spot on the wall of her vagina she liked best.  Once I knew where
to aim for and knew I could push into it consistently, I relaxed a little
and savored the view of Patti above me.  She was smiling and her nipples
were hard and pointed.  She looked incredibly beautiful.  I reached up and
took a nipple in each of my right and left hands.

   Patti and I kept staring into each other's eyes.  As I was getting
closer to my orgasm, she gently pushed my arms away and leaned forward
until she was lying on my chest.  I shifted my hips to keep pushing my dick
into the spot she liked best.  Patti was breathing hard, but gasped into my
ear, "if you want this to work between us, you're coming inside me." It
wasn't going to be long before that happened.

   Still lying on me, Patti began making "uh, uh" sounds.  Even horizontal,
she was bucking as hard as I was pushing.  She put her face on my chest and
bit me just as her whole body convulsed.  A second later, she raised her
head and she moaned "ohhhh God!" That was when I came, hard and for a
surprisingly long time.

   Patti stayed on top of me as our breathing slowed.  We kissed.  I heard
Belinda's camera again.  Patti softly said, "oh shit, she's got pictures of
the whole thing!" Patti giggled.

   "Does that bother you?" I asked. n "No," Patti said.  "Does it bother
you that you might get a black girl pregnant?"

   "Not if she's the girl on top of me," I answered.  We kissed some more.



   On Display Ch.  02

   Patti did not get pregnant.  Part of me was disappointed.  A pregnancy
seemed like it might offer the opportunity of a permanent relationship with
Patti, which seemed very desirable.

   Pregnancy was not the biggest risk Patti and I took having unprotected
sex together.  Objectively, it was extremely poor judgment.  Yet, as the
financial types tell us, you must take greater risk to earn greater return.
That is what happened with us.  I think Patti probably explained it best in
a conversation she and I had later:

   "I told you about Jevon," Patti said.  "After Jevon, I was convinced
that my bad judgments about men could, literally, be the death of me. 
Yeah, I liked you, liked your body, and wanted to fuck you.  For me, those
were all red flags.  Belinda sort of shamed me into taking my clothes off
and posing.  You were so non-threatening.  I took the initiative to have
sex.  You didn't say, 'hey, I don't have a rubber.' You just trusted me and
went with it.  That you trusted me so completely was exactly what I needed
to trust you."

   We went to Belinda's place in Athens the next week to see the photos. 
Belinda had separated her pictures into two groups: the ones she thought
she could show and sell, and the ones which were too explicit.  Belinda had
taken some very explicit pictures of Patti and me fondling each other and
fucking.  Belinda showed us those pictures first.  Patti's comment was,
"Will, we look pretty good together." You can't imagine how good that
comment made me feel.

   The other group of pictures included Patti and me nude in the tree. 
There were some in which Patti and I were fucking but Belinda's use of
angles and light made the sex implicit rather than explicit.  "I talked to
a gallery in Columbus," Belinda said.  "They're willing to give me a show
including these pictures.  I won't use them unless you agree, but, without
your nudes, I don't get the show.  I'll send you the files of all the
pictures and give you prints, if you like, of the one's that are too
explicit to show." Patti and I were fine with any of our pictures going
into Belinda's show.

   The show was at a gallery on the north side of Columbus on a Saturday
afternoon in October.  In addition to our nudes, the show included some of
Belinda's other work and was well attended.  The way some people looked at
us, I'm sure they realized that the black woman in the red dress and the
older man beside her were the models for the nudes.  No one said anything
to us.  It would have been interesting if someone had.

   Patti and I posed for Belinda several more times.  As the weather got
cooler, we had to stay indoors.  Belinda found some interesting venues
(e.g., an empty high school gym).  Her pictures were just short of what
Belinda felt the gallery would reject as "pornographic." Patti and I had
fun.

   Patti's lease on her apartment ran through the following summer. 
Nonetheless, she spent more and more time as my house as fall turned into
winter.  Patti and I continued to lift together three times a week,
although we started doing our workouts nude.  We were, usually, disciplined
enough to finish the major lifts before we started fucking.

   The weather got consistently warm the following May.  Patti came from
work one evening, stripped off her uniform, and put on running shoes.  "We
need more aerobic work," she said, "get your shoes on." I stayed nude all
the time around the house.  I guess I gave Patti a quizzical look because
she said, "haven't you ever run nude?" I shook my head.  Patti smiled.  "I
haven't either so it will be a new experience for both of us."

   I put on running shoes and followed Patti outside.  Once off the deck,
Patti set out at a moderate pace, which she increased as we warmed up. 
Patti knew the woods and found paths on which we could run.  Running in the
woods was different from the running I'd done on paved surfaces.  We had to
be much more conscious of where we put our feet, especially since neither
of us wore anything to protect our skin if we fell.

   We were both sweating when Patti finally stopped in a glade.  "That's
about three miles," she said.  The perspiration on her dark skin looked,
well, arousing.  Not having clothes available was exciting.  Patti came
close.  "Did I mention that I like it when you're sweaty?" she asked.  She
began running a hand along the top of my dick.  As I got hard, she wrapped
her hand around me and continued stroking.  Suddenly, she giggled, pulled
her hand back, and started running towards home.  Over her shoulder, she
said, "I want to see how well you run with a hard on."

   Following Patti's bare ass was ample incentive for me to keep up.  We'd
gone about a mile when Patti stopped in front of me and bent over.  I kept
running until I was right behind her.  She stayed bent over and the sight
reinvigorated my hard on.  I came up behand her and slid in.  "I'm glad you
can take a hint," Patti said.  We were in a place where the trees were much
thinner.  "There's a hiking trail just to our right," Patti said as I
fucked her.  "Wouldn't it be great if someone sees us?"

   As Patti became more aroused, I had to wrap my arms around her to hold
her up.  I was basically fucking her doggy-style, except we were standing.
That changed the angle enough, I guess, that it felt different from our
horizontal intercourse.  The difference didn't keep either of us from
coming.  After we'd kissed and caught our breath, Patti gave me a look of
mock disgust.  "Damn," she said, "now I have to carry those ounces of your
cum for the rest of the run." It didn't seem to slow her.

   A week or so later, Belinda called Patti.  Belinda had a friend who was
a yoga instructor in Athens.  The university had just finished second
semester and most of the students were gone.  To generate some business,
Belinda's friend was going to give nude yoga classes two nights a week. 
Belinda thought we might be interested.

   Patti was interested, but I had never done yoga.  Patti called the
instructor, Gretchen, to see if neophytes were welcome.  When Gretchen told
Patti that people new to yoga were welcome, that sealed the deal.  We were
going to make the hour and a half roundtrip to Athens twice a week to do
yoga with no clothes on.

   I wasn't sure what to expect from a nude yoga class.  Gretchen was a
very slender, rather plain, woman about my age.  There were six other
people in the class, five women who all appeared to be in their twenties,
summer students I assumed, and a boyfriend whom, I think, had been shamed
into coming.  I unwrapped my new mat and put it on the floor at the back of
the room next to Patti's.  There was some giggling as everyone undressed.

   Young women with no clothes on are invariably attractive.  However, none
of the girls in the class compared to Patti, nude or clothed, except one.
This woman was shorter than Patti or me.  She had jet black hair to just
below her shoulders and a skin tone that suggested Central or South
America. She had a gorgeous face with prominent cheekbones, huge eyes, and
a ready smile that formed between two exquisite lips.  She seemed perfectly
comfortable undressing with strangers.  I could understand why: her
breasts, although somewhat large, were firm and she had a perfectly shaped
tight ass.  I was more than happy to watch her, when I wasn't preoccupied
trying not to fall into Patti.

   Nude yoga was better than I had expected.  By the end of the hour class,
everyone seemed comfortable being nude around each other, except the
boyfriend.  On the drive home, Patti commented, "the girl who looks Latina
is certainly a rare beauty, isn't she?" I had to be careful not to agree
too enthusiastically but I also couldn't feign indifference.  Patti's BS
meter is remarkably effective.

   After the second class, Gretchen suggested that we all have a drink at a
bar a few doors away to build "camaraderie." All eight of us went.  I guess
it made sense that, as the only non-whites in the class, Patti and the
young beauty would gravitate to each other.  The young woman sat next to
Patti at the outdoor picnic table where we gathered once we had drinks in
hand.  The two of them hit it off immediately.

   The young woman's name was Soluna Warren.  "Mom was a teacher in
Guatemala," Soluna told us.  "She was well-educated by their standards and
spoke English.  The local government changed.  The teachers were fired and
replaced with people who were supporters of the new party in power.  Mom
was desperate for a job and naive.  Someone told her there were teaching
jobs in America and offered to take her there.  Of course, Mom came in
illegally.  Once she was here, she was told that she owed a lot of money to
the people who brought her here.  She was put on a crew of farmworkers who
went around the country."

   Soluna took a sip of beer before continuing.  "Mom's crew ended up
picking berries at a farm in Auglaize County.  It was owned by an older
couple and managed by their son, Keith.  Since Mom was the only person on
the crew who spoke English, she was who Keith dealt with.  Mom was very
beautiful, I've seen pictures.  She and Keith Warren fell for each other
and got married.  I was born in Auglaize, well, actually, at a hospital in
Troy, and grew up on my grandparents' farm which Dad inherited."

   That explained Soluna's name, appearance, and her unaccented Midwestern
English.  She and Patti kept talking.  I sat quietly, enjoying the company
of the two most beautiful women I had ever met.

   Soluna was a rising senior at the university.  She was taking a summer
school class and working at a local grocery.  "Frankly," she said, "summer
in Athens is more exciting than being home in Auglaize.  You won't find any
nude yoga classes there." Soluna was taking a dual major in creative
writing and Spanish.  "You know," she said, "I never spoke Spanish until I
took it in high school.  Dad doesn't speak it so the only language I heard
growing up was English."

   We were into our second beers.  A few of the others in the class had
already left.  Patti and Soluna were talking about how they spent their
spare time when Patti let slip that she and I had started running nude in
the woods.

   "Wow," Soluna said, "that is so cool and an odd coincidence.  I ran
cross-country in high school.  There was a pond right on the edge of our
property.  Every summer the boys and girls in the area would skinny dip
there.  Nothing at all sexual, but I'm sure the parents would have freaked
out if they'd known.  I thought it felt great.  One of the girls I skinny
dipped with also ran cross-country.  We used to talk about how great it
would be to run with nothing on.  Of course, we couldn't do that in a meet.
But, at the end of our senior year of high school, we started going out on
Friday nights to run.  We knew some routes through fields where no one
would see us.  We'd take our clothes off and run in our birthday suits.  It
was just as great as I'd imagined."

   "You should come down and run with us," Patti said.

   "I'd love to," Soluna replied.  "When are you running again?"

   Patti looked at me.  I nodded.  She told Soluna, "tomorrow evening,
around 6:15 - 6:30."

   "May I join you?" Soluna asked.

   "Of course," Patti replied.

   It was about 6:30 the next night when we heard a car with a bad muffler
coming up the track to the house.  A few moments later, there was a knock
on the door.  Patti and I were already undressed to run.  I opened the
door. Soluna, looking incredible in a tee shirt and jeans, stepped inside
with a pair of running shoes in her hand.  She looked at me, then at Patti.
"I love your running outfits.  You guys really have privacy out here."

   Soluna sat down in a chair in the foyer and took off her shoes.  She
peeled off her tee shirt.  She wore nothing underneath.  She stood,
unzipped her jeans, and pushed then down.  Again, she wore nothing under
her outer clothes.  As Soluna stepped out of her jeans, she said, "I didn't
see the point of putting on underwear since I was coming here to get
naked." She sat again, put on her running shoes, then stood.  Holding her
arms out, she asked, "What do you think of my running outfit?"

   "Sensational," Patti said, which seemed an understatement to me.

   Soluna looked at me.  "What do you think Will?" she asked.

   I had to be careful.  I didn't want to say anything that would suggest
to Patti that she might have competition.  She didn't.  I also didn't want
to discourage Soluna from going nude around us.  "You look beautiful," I
said.

   "Thank you," Soluna said.  "If you haven't noticed, I like people
looking at me when I'm nude." Soluna smiled.

   Patti took the lead because she knew best where to run.  Much of the
way, we had to run single file.  I let Soluna go ahead, honestly, to watch
her gorgeous ass.  She looked over her shoulder at me often.  When the
trail permitted, she slowed so we ran side-by-side.  The run was much less
demanding for her than it was for me.

   Patti led us to the same glade she and I had run to on our first nude
run.  As I stood catching my breath, Soluna was walking around.  "I haven't
gotten outside Athens as much as I should," she said.  "This place is
beautiful.  It would be almost sacrilegious to wear clothes here."

   "More and more," Patti said, "I wish I could go without clothes
everywhere."

   "I'm with you on that," Soluna replied.  She looked at me.  "This is the
first time I've run with a naked guy.  It is kind of interesting to watch
him bounce around."

   "You like looking at my boyfriend's dick?" Patti asked.

   "I do," Soluna answered.

   "I do too," Patti said.  The two women smiled at each other.  It was one
of those smiles that communicated something which we men don't understand.

   After our run, Soluna used our outdoor shower.  We invited her to stay
for dinner, but she declined.  She said she had a paper due Monday that she
needed to finish.  It was Friday night.  I expected someone was waiting for
her in Athens.  Given Soluna's attractive personality and incredible
physical beauty, it seemed impossible that there wasn't.

   Soluna gave the first example of her disconcerting ability to know what
I'm thinking.  "It really is a paper, Will," Soluna said.  "I don't have a
boyfriend.  Maybe I'll explain why not next time we get together.  When are
we running again?"

   "Sunday?" Patti asked.

   "I can do that," Soluna said with a smile.

   After Soluna left, Patti said, "I really like her." Patti paused.  "No
bullshit, Will.  You think she's hot too.  That's ok."

   The three of us ran naked that Sunday afternoon.  Patti got daring and
led us along a road for about a half mile.  One car passed us.  It honked
but didn't stop.

   When we were back at the house, we let Soluna use the outdoor shower
first.  She was in for about two minutes when she turned, looked at Patti,
and said "join me?" Patti got under the shower with Soluna.  At first,
Soluna was just washing Patti's back.  Then, Soluna's hands moved to
Patti's ass.  After a few moments, Patti turned to face Soluna.  The women
kissed.  Each soon had a hand between the other woman's thighs.  It was
incredibly hot watching Patti and Soluna finger-fuck each other to orgasms.

   After they had come and then kissed some more, Soluna turned to look at
me.  I was sitting in a patio chair with a raging hard on.  To Patti,
Soluna said, "Will looks lonely."

   "We can fix that," Patti replied.  They stepped out of the shower and
made a show of toweling each other off, which did nothing to reduce my
erection.  The two women walked over to where I was sitting.

   When Patti and Soluna were so close they were almost touching my knees,
Soluna asked Patti, "do you share?"

   Patti smiled and said, "I will with you."

   Both women knelt and leaned over my lap.  Patti started licking up the
right side of my dick while Soluna licked the left.  They did that several
times before Patti said, "I'll bet he's close." Patti bent down and took my
balls in her mouth.  Soluna leaned over her, pressing her magnificent
breasts into Patti's back, and put her sensuous lips around my dickhead. 
With Patti's tongue on my balls and Soluna's on my dick, it wasn't long
before I shot forcefully into Saluna's mouth.  Patti let go of my balls and
said, "he came."

   Soluna made a show of swallowing before she smiled and said, "ye, he
did."

   Patti explained, "what we did in the shower was spontaneous, but we
didn't want you to feel left out Will." In truth, I felt rather good just
then.

   Soluna agreed to stay for dinner.  We didn't bother getting dressed.  I
fired the grill while Patti threw together a salad.  Once dinner was on the
outside table, Soluna quipped, "you guys eat better than I do."

   The three of us managed to go through a bottle of wine over dinner. 
After we had cleaned up and opened a second bottle, Patti asked, "so,
Soluna, what's this about you not having a boyfriend?  That doesn't seem
right."

   Soluna thought for a moment before she answered, "I think you two are
going to be special friends, so I'll be candid.  When I was in high school,
I was getting it on regularly with my cross-country coach.  He was about
twenty years older than me, but single.  We both knew that the
coach/athlete thing was illegal as hell so we kept it quiet.  You may think
Jerry was taking advantage of me, but I got as much or more out of the
relationship than I gave.  He taught me a lot, and not just about sex. 
Anyway, that ruined me for guys my own age.  They just seem so immature and
awkward.  Maybe I'd have felt that way even without Jerry.  Mom says I have
'an old soul.'"

   Patti glanced at me.  "So, you like older men?" she asked Soluna.

   "Very much," Soluna answered, also looking at me.  Soluna, I knew, had
turned 21 about a month ago.  I was literally twice her age.  I was also
eleven years older than Patti.

   "I do too," Patti said to Soluna.  They shared another one of those
smiles that said something I didn't get.

   Soluna's grocery shift started at 7:00 a.m.  he next morning, and she
had to drive back to Athens.  Patti was usually at work by 6:30.  Soluna
stayed the night that night.  We went to bed early.  However, it was a
while before we got to sleep.  Patti rode me while Soluna sat on my face
and let me eat her.  She tasted nice.  Astonishingly, we all came at about
the same time.

   Patti and Soluna showered together again early the next morning.  I
fixed both women coffee in travel cups.  I got two kisses on the lips in
thanks.  I felt lonely after Patti and Soluna left for work.  I dragged my
naked body back to bed.

   Between our runs and yoga class, Patti and I saw Saluna almost daily. 
During most of that time, none us had a stitch on.  Belinda had been nice
enough to frame a couple of the prints she had of Patti and me very
obviously fucking.  I had hung them in the house the Monday after Soluna
stayed over.  She saw the pictures when she came for our next run.

   "You two posed for these?" Soluna asked.  "That is so cool!" Patti told
Soluna about our work with Belinda.  Very soon, the three of us were posing
nude for Belinda on Sunday mornings.  The poses usually included some sex,
either Patti and me or Patti and Soluna.  Soluna would come home with us.
In the afternoon, Soluna, Patti, and I would take a nude run.  Soluna would
stay for dinner, and usually stay the night.

   I had never been happier.  I should have known it couldn't last.  Things
started going sour when the head of the forest where Patti worked announced
his retirement.  His deputy was immediately promoted.  Patti was next in
line and should have been promoted to the deputy position.  That would have
meant more authority and a pay raise.  No announcement came.

   Patti started to worry.  I tried to reassure her.  I shouldn't have. 
The announcement finally came on August 1.  The new deputy was a white male
transferred from a park in northern Ohio.  That was unusual because, I
understood, ODNR rarely moved people around.  According to Patti, it was
more unusual because management of a forest differed materially from
managing a park.  She thought she was passed over because she was black and
female.  I couldn't refute that.

   I helped Patti send out resumes.  I decided I'd cross the bridge of what
to do if she got a job out-of-state if we got there.  It didn't take long.
Patti went to an interview with the Colorado Department of Parks and
Wildlife and came back with a job offer.  The only downside, to Patti, was
that the job was in the main office in Denver.  The upside was that it
offered substantially more responsibility, and pay, than she was likely to
get in Ohio.  It was a major move up the career ladder.

   We talked for hours.  We brought Soluna and Belinda into the
conversation (our only living family was Patti's brother who was an Army
officer stationed in Korea).  Patti said she would turn the job down and
stay if that's what I wanted.  I couldn't do that to her.  I also couldn't
move to Denver.

   I bought Patti a new SUV as a going away present.  It was painful as we
loaded her things into it, and she started her drive to Denver.  I could
not erase the image of Patti in in the driver's seat as she pulled out of
her complex for the last time.  I really didn't want to lose that image,
but it wasn't doing me any good.  I felt worse than I had when Gail had
dumped me.

   Patti left at the end of August.  I moped around the house, not even
returning calls, for a week.  Patti had left on a Saturday morning.  Sunday
a week later, I heard a car with a bad muffler coming up my track.  The car
stopped out front, but it was a few minutes before Soluna came through the
front door.  She no longer needed to knock.  She was nude except for
running shoes.  To illustrate how hard Patti's departure had hit me, I was
dressed when she came in.

   "Get naked and let's run," Soluna instructed.  I didn't move from my
chair.  Soluna came over and stood in front of me.  She looked exquisite,
as always.  After a moment, she said, "you don't look like you can handle a
run." I nodded morosely.  "Come on," Soluna said, "get your clothes off. 
We'll take a walk.  You need it."

   Slowly, I stripped off my clothes and put on the shoes I wore to run in
the woods.  Soluna took my hand and led me outside.  It was a gorgeous
early September day.  Where the sunlight struck my bare skin through the
trees, it felt warm and good.  Birds sang.  Squirrels played in the
branches.  Soluna kept my hand in hers.  We walked slowly side-by-side.

   After, maybe, eight or nine minutes of silence, Soluna said, "wouldn't
it be nice if it can always be this way?"

   "What do you mean?" I asked.

   "Us, naked in the woods, Soluna replied.  I had nothing to say in
response.

   We walked to the same glade we had run to the first time Soluna had run
nude with Patti and me.  Soluna led me to a large tree trunk lying on its
side.  We sat down on our bare asses.  Soluna looked in my eyes for a time.
"Will," she finally said, "I love Patti too.  I miss her too.  My mother
has told me I have a special insight into people, that I can see what they
have in here." She placed her right hand on her left breast.  "When I first
met you and Patti, I knew the three of us would have a special
relationship, and we have.  Patti will always be a dear and unique friend,
to both of us.  What has changed is how we enjoy that friendship."

   Soluna looked at me as if I didn't understand her.  A butterfly landed
briefly on her shoulder.  Soluna smiled.  The butterfly flew off.  "I'm
glad," Soluna said, "that I will be a writer."

   I didn't see how that statement connected to what she had been saying.
"Why?" I asked.

   "Because," Soluna replied, "I will work for myself.  What people will
have to judge me on are my words, not my skin color or my heritage or my
lifestyle.  They won't see that I'm Latina and won't be able to impose
their ideas of what that means on me.  Patti doesn't have that.  She must
work with people.  The people she worked with here judged her based on
their ideas about a black woman."

   Soluna could see that I still wasn't following her exactly.  "Will," she
said, "our relationship with Patti hasn't ended, but it's changed.  That
change creates room for the relationship between you and me to grow.  Our
relationship won't change because of how people judge me."

   Soluna stood.  "Ready to head back?" she asked.  I stood up.  "Brush off
my ass please," Soluna said and turned her back to me.  There were some
dirt and leaves stuck to her gorgeous buttocks.  With an open hand, I
gently brushed them off.  Soluna turned to face me.  "You have a nice
touch," she said.  She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips.  I put my
arms around her bare body and held her to me.

   Soluna finally broke our kiss and backed away slightly, creating enough
space between us for her hand.  She wrapped her hand gently around my dick.
"This," she said, "has never been in my body in the place it is supposed to
go." That was true.  Patti, Soluna, and I had a lot of sex together, but
I'd never had intercourse with Soluna.  Soluna began rubbing her fingers
over my dickhead.  "Let's fix that now," Soluna said.

   Soluna led me to a mossy patch of ground.  As she stroked my dick with
one hand, she spread her legs and guided my hand between her thighs with
the other.  I began tracing her lips with my finger.  As Soluna made me
erect, I slid a finger in her and began rubbing her clit.  All the time, we
were looking in each other's eyes.  When we were both ready, Soluna said
softly, "Patti told me about her first time with you, how you trusted her.
I want you to trust me too.  I promise you will never regret it."

   Soluna lay down on the moss.  She spread her legs.  I got down above
her, lowered my hips, and slid my dick into her.  The look on Soluna's face
as I entered her was a look of satisfaction and accomplishment.

   Writers, me included, often make it sound like a couple has intercourse
for the first time and everything just falls into place: they intuitively
know how to bring each other to monumental orgasms.  Of course, that is not
how it really happens.  It takes trial and error to learn what is most
gratifying for a new partner.  Soluna was wonderful because she told me how
what I was doing felt to her.  She asked how what she was doing felt to me.
She suggested small changes that enhanced the sensations for her and for
me. It sounds districting, but her constant verbalization of what she was
feeling and what she wanted me to do next was extremely erotic.

   Soluna had a strong, flexible body.  She seemed to have complete control
over every muscle.  Not that I'd had intercourse with a huge number of
women, but I felt the walls of Soluna's vagina doing things to my dick
which I had never felt before.  They all felt great.

   Most endearing, Soluna was patient.  At one point, I started thrusting
into her faster.  "Will," she said, "relax.  You don't have to impress me.
We'll both come, but what we're doing right now also feels wonderful. 
Let's enjoy it, not rush." I slowed down and tried to focus more on
savoring that instant rather than planning my next move.

   We made love on the moss for a long time.  Our orgasms built slowly. 
When we came, however, it was explosive.  I started to come first.  My
first shot inside Soluna was painfully hard.  She, of course, felt me spurt
and said "good," which soon morphed into "gooood!" Suddenly, her strong
legs were locked around me and her pelvis was bucking into me violently. 
Her fingers dug into my back as she took short, fast, deep breaths. 
Finally, she squeezed her arms and legs powerfully and emitted a loud
"uuuuuuuugh, oh, uuuuum." I shot my last semen on "oh."

   I'd had orgasms before, but not like this one.  I had been in women when
they orgasmed before, but nothing like Soluna coming beneath me.  I thought
this was part of what Soluna had meant when she promised to be "here for
you always" and I loved it.

   After a long time, we stood up and brushed each other off.  Soluna took
my hand.  "We'll shower when we get back to your house," she said.

   In all the time Patti and I and Patti, Soluna, and I had run naked in
those woods, we had never encountered other people.  As Soluna and I walked
home from our first intercourse, we met a young couple going the other way
at a point where there were evergreens close on both sides of the trail. 
The other couple was, of course, clothed.  There was no space for any of us
to step off the trail and let the others pass, so we had to brush by each
other.  The clothed young man and woman gave us thorough looks.  As close
as we were, it would have been almost impossible for them not to.  They
smiled at our nudity but didn't say anything.

   After we came out of the evergreens, Soluna stopped and faced me.  "They
could see we had just made love," she said with a smile.  "I'm proud." She
kissed me again.

   Soluna had class four days a week so she had kept her apartment in
Athens.  There were days we didn't see each other.  We did talk by phone
every day.  Although Soluna had just turned 21, talking to her was like
talking to any other fully formed adult.  Maybe there was something to the
"old soul" thing.

   Patti called a few days after Soluna and I made love in the woods.  "I'm
sorry Will," she said.  "I should have called sooner but I've been busy
getting my feet on the ground and, honestly, it was too painful." She
paused before saying, "please tell me you and Soluna have fucked by now." I
had always been completely honest with Patti, so I admitted that we had. 
"Good," Patti said.  "When I was leaving, I thought about telling you to
hook up with her, but I didn't think I could run out on you and tell you
what to do with your life going forward.  Hang on to Soluna.  She's one of
a kind.  I know you and I'm fairly sure I know her.  She's young, but she's
the best partner you'll ever find."

   I steered the conversation to Patti's new job and her new life in
Denver. Both seemed to have started well.  Before she ended the call, Patti
circled back to Soluna.  "I want you two to fuck a lot," Patti said.  "I'm
hoping you'll discover some things you can show me when I come back to
visit." Unfortunately, when Patti finally did visit, she had her own lover.

   As I said, Soluna's aspired to be a writer, in both English and Spanish.
Soluna gave me a couple of pieces she had written.  One was a longish short
story for a class about a young girl from El Salvador who is adopted by a
childless couple in Central Ohio, obviously somewhat autobiographical.  It
took the girl's life through the start of high school and, I thought,
painted a vivid picture of someone from one culture growing up in another
culture which she hadn't chosen with no roots to her origins.

   Soluna gave me the other piece with the explanation, "this is my only
piece of erotica so far.  I wrote it in high school.  You're the first
person, besides me, to read it."

   Soluna's erotica told the story of a young woman, Inez, who was walking
in a field and was abducted by aliens.  They took Inez into their
spaceship, stripped her naked, and tied her spreadeagle to a table in the
main compartment of the ship.  The entire crew of aliens inspected and
probed her pussy before deciding Inez was worth taking home.  The aliens
threw her clothes out of the ship and took off, leaving her tied naked on
the table.  The rest of the story told of the journey to the aliens'
planet. The aliens, who had both male and female genitalia, would either
fuck Inez at will with their unnaturally thick dicks ("I must have been
imagining you," Soluna teased me) or force her to eat their pussies.  By
the time Inez reached the alien planet, she understood she had been
abducted because constant sex with both male and female was her purpose in
life.

   Soluna's senior year of college was a lot of fun for both of us and
cemented our relationship.  Soluna graduated with honors.  She would stay
at the university two more years to get her master's degree.  As a grad
student, Soluna spent less time in classrooms, so she moved in with me.

   We met Soluna's parents for lunch in Columbus one Saturday.  I had met
them briefly at Soluna's graduation.  Soluna was close to her parents. 
Since Soluna was now living with me, everyone thought I and her parents
should get to know each other.

   When Patti and I first met Soluna, she had described her mother as
exceptionally beautiful when her parents met.  From what I saw at
graduation, that description still applied in the present tense.  Adria
Warren looked much like her daughter.  Adria was older, about my age, and
carried a few more pounds than Soluna, but she was a strikingly beautiful
woman.  My impression of Soluna's father, Keith, had been of a quiet man, a
typical farmer.  I got that one wrong.

   When we met at a Columbus restaurant, I refined my impressions.  Keith
Warren didn't talk a lot, but he was articulate and well-informed when he
did speak.  Adria was more loquacious.  She was also articulate and
intelligent, with only a hint of an accent.  Like Soluna, Adria had a
quality that made almost everything she did, down to picking up her fork,
seem slightly erotic.  She seemed aware that she had that effect and seemed
to enjoy it.

   Adria and Keith asked me a lot about myself.  They were pleasant and
polite, but the questioning was comprehensive.  When they seemed satisfied
with me, the conversation shifted, as it often does in that kind of
situation, to stories about Soluna when she was younger.  There was nothing
surprising until Adria made a passing comment about "you kids skinny
dipping in the pond every summer."

   I looked at Soluna.  She had told me that her parents didn't know about
her skinny dipping with other kids in the neighborhood.  Soluna's mouth
fell open.  Finally, she stammered out, "you knew we were skinny dipping?"

   "Of course, dear," her mother replied.  "Most of the parents knew.  No
one thought anything of it.  You were old enough, we thought.  We all knew
you weren't getting into trouble.  I won't say it was a more innocent time
because it wasn't that long ago.  It was a more innocent place."

   "How did you find out?" Soluna asked.

   "It made sense," Keith said.  "That's a great pond.  Adults in the
neighborhood skinny dipped there.  It seemed likely you kids weren't
wearing suits either."

   "When you came home with wet hair but basically dry clothes, and I knew
you hadn't taken a swimsuit, I could figure it out," Adria said.

   "Your mother and I still skinny dip in that pond," Keith said.  "The two
of you should come to the farm some weekend this summer and join us."

   Now, it was my turn for shock and amazement.  Had I just heard Soluna's
father invite us to swim naked with him and his wife?

   Apparently, I had.  Soluna replied, "That would be great.  I hate
swimming with anything on and it would be nice to get us all together in
the altogether."

   "Any weekend Dear," Keith replied.  "Just give me a few days' advance
warning so I can get the weekend chores done early."

   On the drive home, Soluna laughed.  "Will, your face went white when Dad
invited us to go skinny dipping with him and Mom!"

   "Well," I said, "your jaw dropped when your mother said they had known
about your skinny dipping."

   "Ok," Soluna replied, "we were both surprised.  We're are going, aren't
we?"

   "Skinny dipping with your parents?" I asked to be clear.

   "Yes," Soluna replied.

   "Sure, if you want to," I said.

   A couple weeks later, we made the long drive to Auglaize County.  We got
there about 7: 00 p.m.  on a Friday night.  The Warren farmhouse, about a
quarter mile off the county road, looked prosperous.  Soluna had warned me
that her mother would insist on fixing dinner.  In the event, dinner was
waiting when we arrived.  I have no idea what we ate.  Adria said it was a
traditional Guatemalan dish.  It was good.  After dinner, Adria and Soluna
cleaned up while Keith gave me a quick tour of the farm.  There was a
pleasant breeze, so the four of us ended the evening with wine on the
Warrens' massive front porch.

   Soluna and I spent the night in her old room.  Adria and Keith seemed
happy that Soluna and I were sleeping together.  "I've never had sex in my
old bedroom," Soluna said.  She did that night.  She seemed particularly
emotional as we made love and, after she came, I thought I saw a tear in
her eye.  I fell asleep wondering whether I'd done the right thing.

   I pulled on shorts and Soluna pulled on a long tee shirt Saturday
morning before she led me downstairs to the kitchen to make coffee.  The
coffee was brewing when Adria came in.  Soluna and I were, momentarily,
dumbfounded.  Soluna's mother was completely naked.  As I said, Adria was
almost as beautiful as her daughter.  Soluna finally said, "Mom?!"

   "Well," Adria said, "we're spending the day skinny dipping at the pond.
Why should I put clothes on just to take them off again?"

   "Good point," Soluna conceded.  She turned to me and pulled my shorts
down.  Getting the idea, I stepped out of them and tossed them on a chair.
I took the bottom of Soluna's shirt in my hands, pulled it over her head,
and tossed it on top of my shorts.  Soluna gave me a quick kiss.

   As Soluna was pouring the coffee, we heard Keith say from outside the
kitchen, "I smell coffee.  Save me a cup." A moment later, Keith walked in,
also naked.  I sensed that Soluna had never seen her father naked before.
Keith looked at us and said, "everyone's ready for the pond, I see."

   We drank coffee in the nude while Soluna helped Adria pack a picnic
basket.  Keith left the room and came back with towels and sunscreen.  He
looked at his daughter and me.  "We'll be walking across the field," he
said.  "You might want to put shoes on." Soluna and I went upstairs, did
that, and came back down, naked but for shoes.

   The pond was roughly a mile from the Warren house.  It struck me as both
strange and wonderful to be walking across a field on a summer Saturday
morning with my lover and her parents and all four of us were naked.

   The pond was beautiful, shaded in a grove of trees.  It was bigger than
I'd expected, being roughly 150 yards long and about 70 yards across. 
Keith explained that the pond had been manmade many decades ago.  It was
fed by a spring and water flowed out through an old pipe to a nearby
stream. The pond was lined with stones which were a bit slippery with age,
but which felt more reassuring than standing in mud and who-knows-what.

   Despite the hot day, the water was a little chilly.  We spent more time
on the bank than in the water.  In other words, most of the time we were
fully visible to each other.  That seemed to generate a subtle competition
between Adria and Soluna.  Both women accentuated the sway of their bare
hips when they walked.  Both women sat with their legs apart.  Both women
seemed to seek out opportunities to bend over.  Keith noticed it too.  At
one point in the afternoon, he whispered to me, "I hope you're enjoying the
show as much as I am." I was.

   We had been there a couple of hours when three clothed people suddenly
appeared.  There was an older man and woman and another woman who looked to
be around 30.  I had not seen or heard them coming.  When he saw them,
Keith called out, "Hello Kath, Bill.  How are you?"

   "Just fine Keith," the older woman said.  "How are you Adria?"

   Adria and Kath exchanged greetings Keith explained quietly to me,
"that's Kath and Bill Wooster.  They have the farm west of ours.  I don't
know who the younger woman is."

   Bill said to everyone in general, "fine day for skinny dipping."

   "It is that," Keith replied.

   Kath put an arm around the younger woman and nudged her forward
slightly. "You remember our daughter Yvonne, don't you?  She's a lawyer in
Chicago now." The younger woman raised a hand in timid greeting.

   Adria said, "You remember our daughter Soluna, don't you?" Soluna raised
her hand.  "This other man," Adria said, "is Soluna's boyfriend Will
Hoffman." I raised my hand.

   Bill had taken off his clothes.  He looked even older nude.  Seeing him,
Beth said, "Oh, I'd better get my clothes off too." She started stripping.
Soluna got up from beside her mother and sat next to me.  "I didn't know
it," she said, "but I guess this has been going on for years."

   Beth Wooster got her clothes off.  She was very slender and wrinkled. 
The only person left dressed was Yvonne.  She seemed more than a little
unsure.  I guessed that she hadn't committed to skinny dipping when her
parents suggested it and her reluctance was increased by finding us at the
pond.

   "Yvonne," Beth Wooster said a touch sharply, "you're the only one left
with clothes on.  Don't worry.  We've been skinny dipping with the Warrens
for years.  Besides, you have a gorgeous figure.  You should be proud to
show it off."

   Yvonne Wooster (I assume that was her last name) blushed deeply.  "I,
uh, well, I'm not sure," she said.

   "Jesus girl!" Bill Wooster exclaimed.

   "Yvonne," Beth said in a calming tone, "you won't be showing anything
Adria, Soluna, and I aren't also showing.  The breeze on your skin will
feel great and sometimes it's nice to let people see you instead of the
wrappings we buy at the store."

   Yvonne gave a sort of a defeated shrug and took off her shorts. 
Underneath her shorts, she was wearing a one-piece swimsuit.  It seemed
likely that Yvonne did have a nice figure.  She reluctantly pushed the
straps of her suit off her shoulders and down her arms.  She hesitated
before she let the top part of her suit drop to reveal two large, slightly
sagging breasts with pronounced tan lines.  She slowly rolled the suit down
her flat stomach and, finally, pushed it off her hips and let it fall. 
Yvonne had very distinct bikini tan lines, and a good figure.

   Keith said, "Yvonne, you are much more beautiful with nothing on."

   That could have been a risky, if not offensive, thing to say.  However,
Keith's tone conveyed such sincerity that Yvonne smiled and said, with some
surprise in her voice, "why, thank you." I don't think she had been
complimented on her nude body before.

   "I've been telling her she looks better naked for years, but she won't
listen to her mother," Beth grumped.

   Yvonne tried to ball herself up until she finally got into the water. 
She stayed in longer than I'd have thought comfortable, watching Soluna,
Adria, and her mother moving around with no effort to conceal themselves.
When Yvonne finally came out of the water, she stood straight with her
hands at her sides.

   Adria told Yvonne that I was a lawyer.  A retired one, I hastened to
add. As Yvonne got more comfortable being nude, she finally came over and
sat next to Soluna and me.  We talked law for over an hour.

   I hadn't noticed, but Yvonne suddenly said, "Will, I'm sorry.  I've been
looking at your penis."

   Before I could say anything, Soluna said, "That's understandable.  Will
has a great penis.  It feels wonderful too.  If he minded people seeing it,
he'd cover it up."

   "I guess it's more difficult for men," Yvonne said.  "Your sex sort of
sticks right out there."

   "There's a way to compensate for that," Soluna said.  She had been
sitting crossed-legged, not a particularly concealing posture.  However,
she uncrossed her legs, put both feet flat on the ground, and pulled her
knees up to her chest.  "See," Soluna said, "now I'm as exposed as Will is.
Try it, it is really nice and sexy." Yvonne blushed again.  Soluna held her
pose.  She was obviously enjoying it so much that Yvonne finally mimicked
her.  Beth noticed and called out, "Doesn't Yvonne have a nice-looking slit
Mr.  Hoffman?"

   I made a point of looking directly at Yvonne's vagina.  She blushed but
held her exposed position.  I finally looked up at Yvonne and said, "yes,
Yvonne looks very nice."

   Yvonne softly said, "thank you." She paused before adding, "I've never
been looked at there like that before.  Soluna, you're right.  It is sexy."

   We all gathered up our things around 5:30.  Kath and Bill Wooster
dressed.  Grinning, Yvonne said, "I think I'll walk back naked." Of course,
Soluna, Adria, Keith, and I hadn't brought any clothes in the first place.

   Soluna and I were leaving to go home around mid-day Sunday.  Keith had
taken Soluna to see some new piece of equipment he had bought.  He had
dismissed me by saying, "I know Will doesn't care about farm stuff." I
stayed on the porch with Adria.  We were both clothed.

   Will," Adria said, "Soluna is young in years, but she has an ancient
soul.  That means she has extraordinary insight into people, and I trust
her judgment about people implicitly.  Soluna loves the people she loves,
is fiercely loyal, and doesn't let go."

   Like Soluna did regularly, Adria looked at me like I didn't understand
what she was saying.  "What I mean, Will," Adria said, "is that Soluna has
already decided you are the man of her life.  I know you had a girlfriend,
Patti, when you met Soluna.  Soluna loves Patti.  Soluna told me you were
also married once.  I understand you may not be as committed to Soluna as
she is to you.  If that's the case, I'll ask that you end it now.  It will
be easier for Soluna and easier for you.  Soluna has a way of working on
your mind until you want what she wants, and you think it was your
decision."

   Adria looked at me intently.  I had already thought long and hard about
the question she was raising.  I'd talked to Patti about it on the phone
for hours.  Certain it was my decision, I said, "I'm not sure why Soluna
wants a man twice her age, but I'm with her until she gets bored with me."

   "That isn't going to happen," Adria said.  "I know Soluna." Adria paused
and then smiled.  "How is the sex?" she asked.

   That threw me.  "Uh, well, great," I replied.

   "The Spanish came to Central America centuries ago," Adria said.  "They
brought the notion that sex is an evil temptation useful only to create
laborers and soldiers.  There was a highly developed society in what we now
call Guatemala when the Spanish came.  Those ancient people believed that
sex was the gods' compensation for the hard work and suffering of life. 
They thought it was an affront to the gods not to enjoy sex as often as
possible.  Soluna and I are, partly, descended from those people.  While
I'm very loyal to Keith, I've tried to incorporate my ancestors' view of
sex into our lives and impart it to Soluna."

   I did not realize that Keith and Soluna had come onto the porch behind
me until Keith said, "Adria taught me that view of sex and it has made our
marriage paradise."

   Smiling, Soluna said, "Will, I think you know I learned mother's
lessons. I love you."

   There is a clichÃ(C) that "third time's a charm." After Gail and Patti,
Soluna proved the clichÃ(C) true in my case.