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   "You're sure you don't mind?" Nate asked.

   "Not at all," Emily answered with a warm smile.

   "What about your parents?  I don't want to impose on your family," Nate
continued.

   "You aren't.  They won't mind.  Relax," Emily said.

   Nate tried to relax, but the whole thing made him feel a little bit
uneasy.  He and Emily had been friends for years.  They grew up together in
the same neighborhood and went to the same schools until college.  Nate had
stayed local for college, but Emily ventured out further to a private
university on the other side of the country.

   After Nate had started college, his parents decided to sell their house
and travel abroad for a couple of years.  Nate didn't mind very much.  It
gave him a little bit more independence, and he didn't have to worry about
his parents popping up at college or begging him to come home for the
weekend.

   So far, so good.  But now that he had just finished his freshman year of
college, Nate realized he didn't have anywhere to stay for the summer. 
Although he and Emily hadn't talked as much as they used to, they still had
stayed in touch during their first year apart.  When Emily learned of
Nate's predicament, she generously offered to let him stay with her family
for the summer.  After all, they had known each other for years, and their
parents had been good friends during their youth.

   When Emily asked her parents, they didn't give it a second thought.  Her
father brushed it off with an "ask your mother," and her mom readily agreed
to the idea.  Emily suspected that, deep down, her mom wanted Nate and
Emily to get together.  After years of just being friends, it wasn't
something that Emily really thought about, and her mom never brought it up.
Still, Emily wondered if that caused her mother to agree more quickly than
she otherwise would have.

   Emily wasn't going to question it.  For her, it was a way to return to
some of the familiarity of her past for the summer.  It was also a way to
add some excitement to the few months before sophomore year.  Emily was an
only child, and with her parents preoccupied with work and other projects
for the summer, she was looking for something to do.  She hoped that her
new guest might liven things up.

   None of this did much to put Nate at ease.  He couldn't quite put his
finger on it, but he felt a tad uneasy about the whole arrangement.  He
didn't want to impose on Emily and her family, but he also knew he didn't
have a better option.  Besides, this option was comfortable and familiar.
He figured it might even rejuvenate their friendship to its pre-college
form.

   "Come on," Emily said to Nate as she motioned up the driveway with her
arm.  "I'll show you your room, and then we can come back and grab your
stuff.  Besides, it's going to take a few trips anyway.  Looks like you
brought everything you own to college with you."

   Nate got out of the car and trotted up the driveway toward Emily.  He
admired her physique in the process.  Emily wore some thin green shorts and
a white tank top.  Her bra straps were clearly visible on her shoulders due
to the cut of the tank top.  She rounded out the ensemble with some white
flip flops.

   Emily was of average size and height for a college girl.  Like many, she
had put on some weight during her first year of college, but it suited her
frame.  Her thighs were slightly thicker, and her breasts were larger
compared to a year before, but for the most part her appearance was similar
to what Nate remembered.  He certainly remembered the wavy, dirty blonde
hair that cascaded past her shoulders to the upper part of her back.  And
her eyes were still the same brilliant blue.

   Emily, too, gazed at her counterpart as he approached her.  He wore
knee-length khaki shorts and a navy blue t-shirt.  Nate also had a pretty
average build for a guy, with a little extra girth around his waist from
his first year of college.  His dark brown hair matched his brown eyes, and
he kept his face clean shaven since his facial hair was patchy when it grew
in.

   Emily opened her arms as Nate approached her.  He followed suit, and
they embraced in a quick hug.  For just an instant, he felt her breasts
push into his torso, and she thought she could feel a firmness in his
groin, though she couldn't be sure.  They broke apart and headed inside.

   "The kitchen, living room, and master bedroom are down here on the first
floor," Emily said as they walked through the house.  "The other bedrooms
are upstairs."

   Nate followed Emily up the stairs to the second floor.  With each step
she took, Emily's thin shorts were pulled taut against her butt.  Nate
thought he could make out the dark fabric of her underwear - which seemed
to be a thong since the fabric was only visible in the very center of her
bottom - underneath the shorts, but he wasn't sure.

   "That's my room," Emily said, pointing to an open door at the end of the
upstairs hallway.  "And this one's yours."

   Nate looked inside the bedroom that would be his for the summer.  It was
a good size and had a queen bed up against one wall and a chest on the
other.  There was a small desk in the corner, and two large windows looked
out onto the backyard.

   "This looks great," Nate said.  "Thank you so much for letting me stay
here."

   "Don't mention it," Emily replied.  "Let me get you some sheets and
pillowcases for the bed."

   She disappeared from the room and quickly returned with fresh linens for
Nate's bed.  The two of them worked together to make the bed, each sneaking
furtive glances at the other.  Nate unsuccessfully tried to peek down
Emily's tank top once or twice, while Emily glanced up and down Nate's body
as he bent over to secure a corner of the fitted sheet.

   "I'm going to start bringing my stuff inside," Nate said.

   "Need a hand?" Emily asked.

   "Nah, that's okay.  You don't have to."

   "Don't be ridiculous.  I saw how much stuff you had in your car.  It'll
take you half a day to bring it all inside.  It'll be much faster for us to
do it together."

   Nate agreed, and the two college kids returned to Nate's car to move his
belongings into the house.  Back and forth they went, chatting casually
about their first year away at school, their plans for the summer, and
other similar things.

   By the time they finished, the midday sun was beating down on them. 
They were both sweaty, and they panted from all the trips up and down the
stairs.

   "It's hot as balls," Emily said as she slowly regained her breath.

   "Couldn't have said it better myself," Nate replied, chuckling at the
comment.

   "Want to go to the beach for the afternoon?"

   "Sure!  Just give me a few minutes to find my trunks.  They're buried
somewhere in all these containers."

   "No problem.  I have to get changed anyway.  What do you think, one
piece or two?"

   "Sorry, what?" Nate asked bemusedly.

   "My swimsuit, silly," Emily said as she giggled a little.

   "Oh," Nate replied.  "Uh, wear whatever makes you happy."

   Emily rolled her eyes.  Guys are so unhelpful, she thought to herself.

   "I think I'll do a bikini today," she said.  "I want to soak up as much
sun as I can."

   "Good idea," Nate answered.  "I think I'll wear a bikini, too."

   "Oh shut up," Emily said, laughing.  "Just find your trunks so we can
get going."

   Nate started digging into one of his boxes of clothes.  After rummaging
through the first one, he stopped and looked up.  Emily's room was
diagonally across the hall from his.  If he looked out his door at just the
right angle, he got a pretty clear view into her bedroom.

   Emily hadn't quite shut the door to her room fully.  Maybe she thought
she had, or maybe she just didn't realize that the door wasn't closed all
the way.  Either way, she went about changing into her bikini.

   Nate watched.  He watched as she lifted her tank top over her head and
tossed it on her bed.  He watched as she reached behind her back and
unhooked her bra, letting it gently fall forward off her torso.  He watched
her tug her shorts down, revealing the dark thong he thought he had seen
earlier.  And best of all, he saw her remove that, too.  For just a short,
fleeting moment, his eyes feasted on Emily's round cheeks.

   Emily stepped into her bikini bottoms and pulled them up to her waist.
They didn't seem to cover as much of her ass as they used to, at least not
as far as she could remember.  After fastening the bikini top, she
experienced a similar problem.  Sure, the cups covered her nipples and
areolas, but a whole lot more side boob was visible now.  The freshman
fifteen had turned her bikini into something much more skimpy than before.

   She didn't mind, though.  Just makes it easier to get a more complete
tan, she thought to herself.

   After Emily had finished putting her bikini on, Nate turned his back to
the door and dug into another box of clothes.  He didn't want Emily to
think he was ogling her.  Soon enough, he found his trunks.

   "Hurry it up," Emily said as she walked by his room.  She had a thin
white cover up on top of her bikini and carried a beach bag with a couple
of towels and some sunscreen.

   "I'll be down in a minute," Nate said as Emily descended the stairs.  He
quickly changed out of his shorts and into his trunks.  After grabbing his
sunglasses, he went downstairs, where Emily stood at the fridge.

   "How about a couple of beers for the beach?" she asked.

   "Depends on how we're getting to the beach," Nate answered.

   "It's nice out.  Let's walk.  It's only about ten minutes away.  You can
carry the cooler." Emily winked as she said that, having no desire to lug a
cooler to and from the beach herself.

   "Okay, then toss in a few beers for sure." He smiled.  This was going to
be fun, he thought.

   "Grab that cooler and fill it with ice," Emily said, pointing at the
large plastic receptacle in the corner of the kitchen.

   Nate did as he was told, filling it about halfway with ice and
submerging the bottles among the frozen cubes.

   They left the house and arrived at the beach in short order.  They found
a good spot, laid out their towels, and opened a couple of beers.

   "Cheers to what'll be a great summer," Emily said, raising her bottle
into the air.

   "Cheers," Nate echoed, smiling.

   They clinked the bottles together and took a sip.  They sat in relative
silence for a few minutes, listening to the ocean waves crash along the
sandy beach.

   It was early in the summer, so the beach wasn't packed.  They had a
decent section of sand to themselves, which was nice.

   "Mind if I grab some of that sunscreen?" Nate asked.

   Emily tossed him the bottle.  He squirted the white liquid into his palm
and applied some to his torso, arms, and legs.

   "Need a hand with your back?" Emily inquired.

   "If you don't mind," Nate answered.

   "Not at all." She began rubbing the sunblock into his back.  He felt
more muscular than she remembered.  Then again, she couldn't recall the
last time she rubbed his back, so it very well could've been the same.

   After she finished with Nate's back, she applied some sunscreen to all
the spots she could reach on her own body.

   "I'll get your back," Nate said.  He felt her soft, supple body move
easily in his hands as he rubbed the lotion up and down her spine.  His
hands gently slipped under the back of her bikini top to ensure full
coverage, and he nimbly danced around her waistband with his fingers.  He
didn't dare plunge his hands inside her bikini bottoms toward the round ass
he had seen earlier that day.

   "There you go," he said as he finished applying the sunscreen.

   "Thanks, Nate," she answered.  "Hopefully we can get a jump start on our
tans today and be ready for the rest of the summer."

   They finished the first round of beers, and Emily stretched out on her
back.  She felt the warm sun soak into her legs and her flat but not firm
abdomen.

   Nate followed suit.  About half an hour later, they decided to switch
sides.  Attempting to check her tan before flipping over, Emily lifted her
bikini bottoms for just a second.  There was some contrast between the pale
white of her crotch and the light tan on her tummy.  Nate, only half paying
attention, might have caught a glimpse, but only for a second or two. 
Emily let go of her waistband, which moved back into place with a smacking
sound.

   They both flipped over, letting the warmth run to their backs.

   "Mind untying my top?" Emily asked.  "I want to get an even tan."

   "No problem," he replied.  Nate pulled on one of the strings and
loosened Emily's top.  The strings flopped to the ground, revealing a
plentiful portion of sideboob, which Nate's eyes soaked up like their
bodies absorbed the sun.

   Emily felt a cool breeze hitting the sides of her breasts as it came off
the water.  Her nipples hardened underneath her in response to the new
sensation.

   Nate, also lying on his stomach, began to feel a hardening in his crotch
- an involuntary reaction to the glimpses of his friend's body.  He kept
his sex pressed to the ground so as not to reveal his arousal.

   Between moving the boxes earlier that day and feeling the afternoon
heat, Emily drifted in and out of sleep.  Nate woke her up as he felt his
own back getting scorched, not wanting her to get too bad of a sunburn. 
She roused, lifting her chest slightly off the ground.

   Nate squinted in the afternoon sun in hopes of spotting her nipple, a
place he had never seen before on Emily's body.  To his disappointment, he
couldn't see much with the sun in his eyes, and Emily hadn't really moved
that much anyway.  Emily, groggy from being jostled awake, was none the
wiser to the attempt.

   "How long was I out for?" Emily asked.

   "Oh, I don't know.  Maybe forty-five minutes."

   "Am I burned?"

   "Hard to tell.  Want me to check?" Nate asked, as he playfully put his
hands on the edge of her bikini bottoms.

   "Easy does it there, buddy," Emily said, smirking.  "Don't think you're
allowed to look in there."

   "Suit yourself," Nate said, shrugging his shoulders and smirking back at
Emily.

   "Want to go for a swim?" Emily asked.

   "Yeah," Nate responded.  "I'll race you to the water.  Winner gets to
check the other's ass to see how tan we're getting."

   "You're on."

   Emily tied her bikini top and rose to her feet.  Nate stood and
dramatically started stretching his legs as if he were about to begin an
Olympic race.

   "We're racing to the ocean, not running a freaking marathon," Emily said
sarcastically.  "Think you can hurry it up?"

   Nate smiled.  "Ready when you are."

   Emily began counting.  "Three, two, one, go!"

   They took off.  Nate had a longer stride and took an early lead, but
Emily had caught up to him about halfway to the water.  She expertly
matched his stride until they hit the home stretch.  Not to be outdone,
Emily reached over with her hand and gave Nate a playful shove.  It wasn't
much, but it was just enough to knock him off balance.

   "Oops," she said with a smile.

   She edged him out by a couple of footsteps.

   "I win!" Emily exclaimed.

   "Yeah, by cheating!" Nate responded.

   "Doesn't matter.  Let's see those cheeks, marathon man!"

   "No way.  If you wanted to see those, you should've beaten me fair and
square."

   "Don't think that was part of the deal.  The deal was the winner got to
check the other's tan.  You never said how I had to win.  And I won.  So
let's see them."

   Totally outfoxed, Nate couldn't even muster a witty reply.  He looked at
his friend almost sheepishly.

   "Go ahead," he said, rolling his eyes in the process.  He turned his
back to her and, with a touch of drama, stuck his butt in her direction.

   Emily grabbed Nate's waistband and gave it a tug.  It wasn't a subtle
tug just to reveal the tan line.  No, she instead yanked on it with such
force that Nate's trunks dropped to about the middle of his thighs.

   Emily whistled at him.  "Nice ass, runner boy."

   Nate, realizing that he was on display, quickly pulled his swimsuit back
up.  He rapidly looked around to see if anyone had seen him from the other
side - the side where his cock probably was fully visible.  No one seemed
to be paying attention, but that didn't put him much at ease.

   "What the hell was that?" Nate asked.

   "Why, what do you mean, Nathaniel?" Emily replied coyly.

   "You just made me put on some kind of a peep show over here!"

   "Oh please.  There's like no one here, and the few people here are
either asleep or zoned out.  Chill."

   "Well, are you going to at least tell me how the tan is coming along?"

   "Needs some work.  But it's a start!"

   Nate rolled his eyes again.  "Yeah, yeah," he said.  "It's day one. 
I've got a whole summer to work on it.  Let's swim."

   They swam out into the cool water, which hadn't had the benefit of
months of summer sun, so it wasn't exactly warm.  They called it quits
after ten minutes and headed back to their towels.  Emily led, and Nate
followed.  He admired the fleshy bottom hanging out of her slightly too
small bikini.  There was something alluring about her - something he hadn't
really appreciated before today.

   Emily sprawled out on her back when she reached her towel, while Nate
grabbed another couple of beers and handed one to her.  He glanced at her
boobs and couldn't help but notice the two nubs poking against the fabric
of her top.  That cold water clearly got to her, he thought.

   They stayed another couple of hours and headed home in the early
evening.

   "I'm going to rinse off in the shower before dinner," Emily said as they
walked into the house and up to the second floor.

   "No prob.  Mind if I pee first?"

   "Yeah, actually you have to hold it."

   "What?" Nate asked, somewhat perplexed.

   "Kidding," Emily said, smiling.  "Go ahead."

   Nate went into the bathroom and quickly took care of business.  He set
his phone next to the sink, washed his hands, and walked out.

   "All yours," he called to her and headed into his bedroom to get
organized.

   Soon after, he heard the door shut and the shower turn on.  Realizing he
forgot his phone, he walked over to the bathroom door and knocked.

   "One min," said Emily, who stood fully nude in the bathroom after
removing her bikini.

   But that's not what Nate heard.  Instead, he heard "come in." He swung
open the bathroom door and saw Emily standing there, completely naked and
very surprised.

   "What the fuck, dude?" she said.  "I said one minute!"

   Nate didn't know what to say.  He just kind of stood there, mouth
hanging open, eyes feasting upon the attractive body in front of him.

   Nate took a long look at the fleshy, round breasts that hung from
Emily's chest.  Emily's boobs had thick, dark pink nipples that
complemented sizable areolas of a lighter pink hue.  Her stomach, too, had
a fleshiness to it, as did her thighs.  Her pussy, however, stood out
prominently at the crux of her legs.  Completely shaven, her vulva was
fully visible to Nate.  Emily's pussy lips were thick, with a narrow ridge
between them that led into her warm, wet interior.

   What particularly enticed Nate was Emily's tan from that afternoon. 
With the sun exposure setting in on their walk home from the beach, the
previously exposed portions of Emily's skin had taken on a light tan color,
while the skin around her boobs and her pussy were a much paler white. 
Nate assumed her ass would be a similar white color, but he was just
guessing since he could only see Emily from the front.

   Nate kept staring.  He couldn't help it.  He had already become aroused
by the portions of Emily's body that he could see when they were at the
beach.  Now he got to see the real thing, a foot or two away from his eyes.

   Emily made no effort to cover up.  She didn't feel embarrassed at that
moment - startled, surprised, and shocked, but not embarrassed.  She stood
proudly, leaving her freshman-turned-sophomore body visible from any angle.
To her surprise, she felt a warmth growing in her loins, and maybe even a
collection of fluid within her sex lips.  She had never done anything like
this - not that she had planned to be walked in on while in the bathroom -
but she was sort of enjoying it.

   Still, Nate hadn't answered her, so she asked again.

   "Seriously, what're you doing?" she asked, trying to put an annoyed look
on her face.

   "I, uh, I thought you said 'come in,'" Nate stammered, clearly rattled
by the whole situation.

   "Nope definitely not," Emily retorted.  As she said that, she glanced
down below Nate's waistline.  A prominent bulge poked against the fabric of
his swimsuit.

   "I guess you like what you see then, hmm?" Emily prodded.

   Nate's face reddened.  "No, I just, I..." He couldn't find the right
words - or any words, really - to articulate what he was feeling.

   "Well, while you think about that, maybe you let me take my shower in
peace?"

   Nate nodded, spun around, and shut the door.  After all that, he didn't
even get his phone.

   Emily turned on the water and waited for it to warm up.  By now, her
nipples were stiff and stood out from the flesh of her boobs.  She tweaked
one with her left hand, while letting her right hand gravitate to the moist
junction between her thighs.  Slowly, she slipped a finger in, then
another, feeling the warmth of her own sex juices.

   She had never felt like this before.  Knowing that Nate was watching her
gave her this tingly feeling that she couldn't quite describe, but she
didn't want it to go away.

   After a few minutes, she hopped in the shower and rinsed off the salt
and sweat from her afternoon at the beach.  Once she was done, she toweled
off.  But instead of wrapping the towel around her body before walking out
of the bathroom, she decided to strut across the hall without it.  He saw
the front so why not let him see the back, she thought to herself.

   And she did just that.  She didn't look back toward Nate's room, but she
could feel his eyes glued to her butt.

   Nate saw what he was meant to see, and he confirmed his suspicion that
Emily's bum was much lighter in color than her newly tanned thighs.  He
quickly put himself to work unpacking, trying to take his mind off his
friend's naked body and the unsubsiding erection in his swim trunks.

   Meanwhile, Emily opened the top drawer of her dresser and grabbed a pair
of pink cotton panties.  She put them on and was about to grab a bra, but
she decided against it.  After all, Nate had seen her tits earlier, so why
bother?  She considered forgoing the panties but elected to keep them since
she didn't want her juices leaking out at the dinner table.  She tossed on
a pair of short athletic shorts and an oversized t-shirt then headed
downstairs.

   Nate showered, changed, and finally grabbed his phone.  An hour or so
later, he joined Emily downstairs.  Her parents were now home and had made
dinner for the four of them.

   "Hi Nate," Emily's mom said.

   "Hi Mrs.  Smithson," Nate replied.

   "Please, call me Nancy," she said.

   "And you can call me Ted," Emily's father chimed in.

   "Sure, no problem," Nate replied.

   "Settling in okay?" Ted asked.

   "Yup," Nate answered.  "Still trying to unpack a few things, but the
rest can probably wait until tomorrow."

   The small talk continued over dinner, with Emily saying very little. 
She was too caught up in the afternoon's events to be much of a contributor
to the dinnertime conversation.  She kept her legs spread wide so there was
a clear view up the leg of her shorts to the pink cotton of her undies, if
Nate would ever take a look.

   Nate kept his eyes above the table, though.  He didn't need any more
distractions tonight.

   Emily's parents mentioned that they'd be going on a two-week Carribean
cruise which was departing a few days later.  Nate asked about where they'd
be stopping and if they had any excursions planned.

   "Oh just the usual stuff," Ted answered.  "Snorkeling, shopping, and
maybe even one of those nude beaches I've read about."

   Nancy just rolled her eyes.  "We'll see about that, Ted.  Besides, I
don't think our new houseguest wants to be thinking about your ding dong
hanging out on some kind of clothing free beach."

   "Oh, he doesn't mind, right Nate?" Ted replied.

   "Not at all," Nate answered quickly.  "Whatever makes you guys happy.  I
mean, it's your vacation after all."

   "Atta boy," Ted said, which was met with another eye roll from Nancy.

   Nate helped clean up the dishes after dinner, and after a bit more chit
chat, he headed off to his bedroom.  Emily wanted to join him so they could
talk, but her mother held her back.

   "Don't you think you should wear a bra while he's staying with us, Em?"
Nancy asked.

   "Oh come on, mom.  It's not like I'm running around here naked.  The
weather is hot during the summer, and I just want to be comfortable around
the house.  Besides, you and dad are going to be doing who knows what on a
nude beach.  This is nowhere near that."

   Nancy conceded the point.  "Fine, but I don't want you two having sex
while your father and I aren't here."

   "Mom!  It's going to be fine, relax.  I'm pretty tired, so I'm going to
head to my room and read for a while before going to sleep.  Night."

   "Goodnight honey," Nancy answered.

   Nate had already shut his door, but he heard Emily climb the stairs. 
Not wanting to disturb him, Emily went straight to her room and stretched
out on her bed.

   Later that evening, Nate could've sworn he heard a buzzing, humming
sound coming from Emily's room, followed by a soft moan.  He couldn't quite
figure out what it was, decided it was nothing, and drifted off to sleep.

   * * * * * * * * * *

   By the time Nate awoke the next morning, Emily's parents had already
left for work.  He rose from his bed, brushed his teeth, and headed
downstairs to find Emily seated at the table.  She wore even less clothing
than the night before.  This morning, she had on a tank top - no bra - that
did little to cover up her boobs, as well as the pink cotton panties from
the night before.

   "Morning," Emily said as she handed Nate a cup of coffee.

   "Morning," he replied.

   "Want to talk about yesterday?" she asked.

   "Uh, I was kind of hoping we could forget about it."

   "I'm glad you feel that way because I really don't think it's a big
deal."

   "Really?"

   "Yeah.  So you saw me naked.  It was bound to happen at some point this
summer.  It just happened a little earlier than I expected.  No big deal."

   Nate didn't quite know what to say, so he just nodded and sipped his
coffee.

   "Besides," Emily continued.  "It gets so hot in here during the summer.
The less clothes, the better.  And since you've already seen all I have to
offer, there's no need for me to wear all kinds of layers to cover it up."

   Nate stared back at her blankly.

   "You don't mind, do you?" she asked.

   "Uh, no, no problem," Nate replied.  He wasn't sure whether he minded or
not, but he definitely wouldn't mind seeing more of Emily's body.

   "Cool," Emily said.  "Don't worry, I'll ease into it."

   "A barely there tank top and panties is easing into it?" Nate asked
jokingly.

   "It sure is," Emily said smiling.  "I could be wearing a whole lot
less." She winked at him.

   Nate blushed.  This was going to take some getting used to.

   Over the course of the next several days, Emily wore less and less
clothing around the house, but only while her parents were at work.  She
would start the day with a tank top and undies, ditch the top in the heat
of the afternoon, and return to relatively normal attire for the evening.
She still went without a bra when her parents were home, and she tried
wearing no panties under her shorts one evening, but she didn't want to
push the envelope any further than that.

   Still, even in her state of partial undress, Emily could not deny the
sensations she felt while she was exposed.  Each time Nate saw her naked
chest or caught a glimpse of her butt cheeks hanging out of her skimpy
underwear, Emily felt a warmth develop inside her and a wetness start to
leak out of her - not enough to be noticeable, but enough that she knew it
was there.

   The day came when her parents left for their Caribbean cruise.  Knowing
that she would have two weeks to experiment a little, Emily grew bolder. 
Part of it was a desire to explore this side of her that she had never
before embraced - a side she never even knew existed, for that matter.  But
part of it was a desire to make Nate a little bit more comfortable.

   Emily had, of course, known Nate for years.  He had always been the kind
of guy who never really took chances.  He was smart and kind, but he
existed within his comfort zone.  Just like she found a side of her she
didn't know existed, she resolved to give him the chance to do the same. 
Besides, even if he didn't want to show off his body, she decided it might
do him some good to come out of his shell, especially when it was just the
two of them.

   Emily rose early the morning after her parents left.  Nate was still
asleep, so the house was empty and quiet.  After a quick pee, she brushed
her teeth and headed downstairs.  But this time, she went without a single
stitch of clothing.

   She brewed some coffee and plopped down onto the couch.  She turned the
television on and half listened to the morning news, but she paid more
attention to her phone than anything else.

   About an hour later, Nate joined her.

   "Hey," Emily said cheerfully.

   "Uh, hey," Nate replied.

   "Something wrong?" Emily asked, grinning?

   "No, not really.  Just trying to get used to the fact that my oldest
friend is sitting naked in the middle of the living room without a care in
the world.  Speaking of, where the hell are your clothes?"

   "Oh come on.  It can't be that surprising.  It's not like there's
anything here that you haven't already seen."

   "Yeah, but when I saw it, it was an accident!"

   "So?  It's summer.  It's hot.  I like the breeze.  You walking in on me
that one time has given me a whole new sense of freedom.  I like sitting
here in the morning sunlight, feeling the cool breeze come through the
window and rush along my body.  I like how it gives me goosebumps and makes
my nipples hard.  And I love how it feels when a strong gust tickles my
pussy.  I've never felt anything like it before."

   Nate didn't know what to say.  They had been friends for a long while,
but he had never heard her talk about her body like this before.  And he
certainly had never heard her say "pussy." Hearing her say it turned him
on, but it also felt wrong.  In his mind, Nate had always put Emily up on
some sort of pedestal and hadn't really looked at her in a sexual way. 
Sure, he knew she was an attractive girl who could probably get whatever
she wanted to satisfy herself.  But, for better or for worse, he thought
she was above all that.

   He wasn't quite sure what he expected her to say instead of "pussy." He
mulled it over for a few seconds.  "Vagina" felt kind of formal, but
"crotch" felt too generic for the type of reference she was making.  And
some sort of euphemism was almost certainly out of the question.  They were
young adults, after all, and they should call it what it is.  And if that
meant he had to get used to his friend referring to her pussy, so be it.

   Seeing that Nate was internally struggling with the situation, Emily
tried to probe the situation a bit further.

   "Have you thought about trying it?" she asked.

   Nate was dumbfounded.  It was enough of an adjustment to get used to
Emily wearing little to no clothes.  He hadn't even thought about giving it
a shot himself.  He shook his head.

   "Why not?" she pushed further.  "It's hot out.  Might make you more
comfortable.  You could ease into it."

   "I don't know, Em," Nate said.  "I'm not sure it's for me."

   "Come on," Emily said, rising from the couch and walking toward Nate. 
"I'll help."

   Nate watched as her boobs bounced with each step.  They looked so free
and unrestrained.  Nate's balls felt trapped in his boxer briefs by
comparison.  His cock was starting to harden from looking at his naked
friend, and he felt the growing stiffness push against the fabric of his
undergarments, too.

   Nate wanted nothing more in that moment to set himself free, to join
Emily in the nude, to let himself hang out and flop around.  But he just
couldn't overcome his own hesitation and shyness.  He didn't want Emily to
see his hard dick and think he was some kind of creep for getting aroused
by her.  This was all very new, and he didn't know how she would react.

   Besides, in his mind, Nate was an average guy.  He wasn't overly proud
of his body, though he wasn't ashamed of it, either.  He thought he had a
decent sized penis, but he felt a little embarrassed anyway.  He didn't
feel confident enough to strip on his own.

   Fortunately, Emily was there to lend a hand.

   "How about we just start slow," she began.  "Maybe take off your shirt.
That's nothing new.  You didn't wear a shirt when we were at the beach. 
Let's start there."

   "I don't know," Nate said.  "That was different.  It was the beach. 
This is, oh I don't know, your parents' living room."

   "Well my parents aren't here.  And it's too hot to argue about this. 
Just humor me.  And if you don't like it, you can go back to normal
tomorrow."

   Emily moved close to Nate and grabbed the bottom of his shirt.  She
lifted it up over his head and tossed it aside.

   "That wasn't so hard, was it?" Emily teased.

   "I guess not," Nate replied.

   A cool breeze came in through the windows, and his own nipples hardened,
though not nearly as prominently as Emily's.

   "Want to stop there?" Emily asked.  "It's okay if you do."

   Nate shrugged.

   "Well, I'll get you a cup of coffee from the kitchen, and you can think
about it while I'm gone."

   Emily turned around and walked toward the kitchen, giving Nate an
unobstructed view of her ass.  She smiled.  She was getting him all worked
up and she knew it.  This is good for him, she internally concluded,
deciding it would get him out of his comfort zone a little.

   Emily was enjoying this for herself, too, and not just because she would
get to see Nate strip down to his birthday suit.  She liked when he watched
her.  She liked feeling his eyes drop to her ass as she walked away.  She
couldn't see it, but she knew it happened, and it sent electrifying tingles
up inside her pussy.

   She grabbed the coffee pot and poured him a mug of the steaming liquid.
She put a couple of blueberry muffins on a plate and walked back into the
living room with the coffee and their breakfast.

   "So did you decide?" Emily asked, clearly wasting no time.

   "Not really," Nate said, still conflicted.

   "I'll make you a deal.  If you ditch the shorts, I'll give you this cup
of coffee.  And if you lose your underwear, I'll let you have one of these
muffins, too."

   "And if I say no?  I can just go get my own breakfast."

   "You can.  But then you'll miss out on the entertainment of our little
deal.  And what fun is that?"

   Emily took a bite of one of the muffins and washed it down with a sip of
Nate's coffee.  Nate didn't know why, but he thought the way she put her
lips on his coffee mug was seductive - sexy even.  It was just an ordinary
sip of coffee, but something about her lips being in the spot where his
lips would be only made him even more aroused.  Not to mention the fact
that she did it all naked in front of him.

   "Fine," Nate acquiesced.  "But you have to take them off of me."

   "Oooh I like it," she said back, playfully.  She set the coffee and
muffins down on the coffee table and made a come here motion with her right
hand.

   Nate complied and stood in front of her.

   "Knock yourself out," he said.

   Emily got down on her knees, her head right in front of his crotch.  She
grabbed the top of his waistband and, with a deft movement, tugged his
shorts and underwear down together.  Before Nate knew what had happened,
his clothes were around his ankles, and his fully hard cock stuck out.

   Emily took in the sight of her childhood friend.  His thighs had some
muscle to them, and his penis was solidly average in size, at least as far
as she knew.  Unlike his clean shaven face, Nate had a pretty thick tangle
of curly brown hair at the base of his shaft, which took Emily by surprise.
His balls hung down in their fleshy sac, almost begging to be fondled.

   "Well well well," Emily said.  "What's this?" She reached out with her
hand, almost touching Nate's cock, but pulling away just before contact. 
She moved closer with her mouth, exhaling her warm breath on his sex, then
rising to her feet without any further antics.

   Nate's dick was throbbing.  Between Emily's naked body and her antics
from just a moment ago, Nate had so much pent-up sexual energy and no place
to release it.  But at the same time, he felt proud of himself for finally
standing there naked.  Sure, he had a little help from Emily, but he never
in his wildest dreams thought he'd be standing naked in Emily's living
room.

   "So about that coffee," Nate said.

   Emily handed him the mug and offered him a muffin, which he readily
accepted.  They sat down next to each other on the couch, not close enough
to touch, but close enough to feel the other's presence.  This was going to
take some getting used to for both of them.

   The two rising sophomores sat and enjoyed their breakfast.  They made a
few passing comments here and there, but nothing close to a full
conversation.  Eventually, Emily piped up.

   "How about some ground rules?" she said.

   "What do you mean?" Nate replied.

   "For our new arrangement."

   "I thought you said this was just going to last until tomorrow.  How
many ground rules do we need for a day?"

   "You can go back to normal tomorrow if you want.  But I was thinking we
might try it out for a little longer than that."

   "How much longer?" Nate asked, trying to play innocent but secretly
excited by the proposition.

   "How about until my parents get back from their vacation?"

   "I think that could work.  Any other rules?"

   "Well, I think anytime we're in the house, we both have to be completely
naked."

   "Even if we're sleeping?"

   "Yup.  And no closed doors.  With both of us naked, there's really
nothing to hide anyway.  Besides, we've known each other for how long?  I
think we'll get used to it pretty quickly.  Aside from that, we just do
everything else the way we normally would."

   "Mhmm yeah this is totally normal, Em." Nate rolled his eyes
dramatically.

   "You know what I mean."

   "Anything else?"

   "That's it for now.  Maybe we make some changes as we go."

   Nate agreed.  They sat in silence for a few seconds.

   "So what now?" Nate asked.

   "Now we just go about our day," Emily said.  "I, for one, am going to
get some more coffee.  It's up to you what you do."

   "I think I'm going to take a quick shower," Nate replied.  "That's what
I'd do if it were just a normal day."

   "Have fun," Emily said, winking at him.

   Nate scurried up the stairs and into the bathroom.  He grabbed a towel
from the linen closet and turned the water on.  Deciding that he needed to
cool off, he stepped in before it had a chance to heat up, and he kept the
water at a cold but not freezing temperature.

   As he soaped himself, he gave considerable attention to his cock, which
had returned to half-erect form.  A few strokes later, he once again stood
at full mast.  He wanted so badly to come and release some of the pressure,
but he felt weird about ejaculating all over Emily's shower.  In fact, he
felt kind of weird about masturbating in her house at all.  Whether he was
naked around the house or not or not, it was something that he just wasn't
ready to do.

   Nate finished soaping, rinsed off, and turned off the water.  As he was
toweling off, Emily interrupted him.

   "Don't mind me," she said.  "Just gotta pee real quick."

   Sure enough, from behind the shower curtain in the otherwise quiet
bathroom, he heard her forceful stream make contact with the water. 
Although he couldn't see what was happening, Nate found the whole thing
incredibly erotic.  He had never seen a girl pee before, and certainly not
his oldest friend.  His mind imagined what it would look like as she gushed
into the toilet, which turned him on all the more.

   "You don't have to hide in there you know," Emily interjected, rousing
Nate from his daydream.

   "Just giving you some privacy," he answered.

   "You don't need to do that," she said.  "Rules are rules."

   "No, really," he said.  "It's okay.  I can wait until you're done."

   "Suit yourself," Emily replied.  But secretly, deep down, she wanted him
to watch her.  She wanted him to see her in what was normally a private
moment.  She liked the way his eyes were drawn to her body, and she felt a
sense of pride in making Nate's cock grow hard from seeing her naked body
in the living room.  For her, this was just another part of the thrill.

   Nate heard the roll of toilet paper spin as Emily grabbed a fistful of
the paper in her hand.  He heard the friction as it made contact with her
sex, and he could only imagine how her fleshy folds bent and stretched
against the pressure of her hand.  Not long after, he heard her flush and
wash her hands.

   He thought she had left, so he peeked out from behind the curtain.  But
there she was, standing in the middle of the bathroom, naked as before and
sexy as ever.

   "Come on out," she said playfully.  "It's okay."

   Nate wrapped himself in his towel and complied with her command.

   "Oh Nate," she said.  "You're still all wet.  Here, let me help."

   Emily ripped the towel off his body and began patting him dry.  She
started with his torso then worked her way down.

   "How's your hair?" she asked.

   Nate ran his fingers across the top of his head.

   "I think it's dry enough," he said.

   "No, silly," Emily said, giggling.  "I meant this hair."

   She ran her fingers through the thick jungle of brown curls around the
base of his penis.  She grabbed a fistfull and gave it a small tug, almost
as if to confirm that it was real.  As she pulled her hand back, she
collected a handful of water from Nate's moist pubic hair.

   Needing no further instruction, she took the towel and dried Nate's
crotch.  She used much more force than she had elsewhere on his body, and
his cock responded by hardening yet again.

   Feeling particularly bold, she cupped his balls in her hand, lifted up
his sac to dry underneath, and then let them drop back down between his
legs.  Nate winced from the tenderness.

   Emily ran the towel up and down his shaft a couple times, gave the pink
tip of his sex a quick kiss, and tossed the towel back over Nate's
shoulder.

   "All set," she cooed as she spun around and headed out.  She felt Nate's
eyes staring at her round bum as she departed.

   Nate needed a break.  He went into his bedroom, leaving the door open,
and sat down on his bed.  He messed around on his phone, desperately trying
to focus on anything else.

   Without noticing or even intending to, he spent a few hours in his room.
Between texts, social media, and catching up on a few emails from the end
of the semester, it was midday before he knew it.

   In the meantime, Emily had gone back downstairs.  She couldn't believe
what had happened in the bathroom.  She had actually grabbed Nate's balls
and put her lips to the tip of his cock.  Never in a million years did she
think that would ever happen.  If someone had told her that would happen
even two days ago, she never would have believed it.

   For the first time in recent memory, and possibly for the first time
ever, she felt this unfamiliar attraction to Nate.  Having touched his dick
and grasped his balls, she realized that he was a well-endowed sexual
being. That was definitely something new for a relationship that was always
one of friendship and nothing more.

   Still, she couldn't be sure whether this newfound attraction was
specific to him or the exhilarating result of her own exhibitionism.  It
was something totally new for her, and only time would tell what the source
was.

   She, too, passed the time on her own for the rest of the morning.  She
scrolled through social media, but every so often she got lost in the
memories of touching Nate's cock earlier that day.  On occasion, she even
slipped a finger between her thighs and allowed her clit one or two brief
circular massages before snapping out of her daydream.

   Around noon, she headed upstairs to Nate's room.

   "Want to go to the beach?" she asked nonchalantly.

   "Sure," he said.  "Now?"

   "Yeah.  Unless you have something more important to do."

   "Nah.  I'll get ready and we'll leave in like fifteen minutes?"

   "Perfect," Emily said.  "Oh, but one more thing.  I need your help."

   "With what?"

   "Deciding what to wear.  Unless, of course, you think I should walk
around like this outside."

   "Yeah, that's probably not a great idea."

   "Thought so.  Come with me."

   She led him to her bedroom and brought him to her dresser.  She opened
the second drawer from the top, which contained not only her bathing suits
but also her bras and panties.  Nate surveyed the drawer's contents, taking
in as much as he could as quickly as possible.  He saw bland bras and
colorful ones, modest undies and skimpy thongs, and everything in between.
He couldn't help himself from imagining how Emily would look in everything
he saw, but nothing compared to seeing her in her current naked state.

   "So," she said, "what should I wear?" She pulled out a blue and white
striped bikini, a pink one-piece bathing suit, and a lime green bikini that
had white polka dots.

   "That one," Nate replied, pointing to the striped bikini.  In the few
seconds he looked at the options, he decided that the blue and white
striped bikini would offer the least coverage.  He liked looking at her
body, and he didn't want their beach trip to put a stop to that.

   "Great.  Help me put it on."

   "What?"

   "You heard me.  Help me put it on.  Which part do you want to do first?"

   Nate stared back at her confusedly.

   "Let's do the top first," Emily said.  "Grab it here and put it on my
boobs.  Then tie it in the back and we're good to go."

   Nate followed her instructions as best he could.  He grabbed the skimpy
top and placed it over her boobs.  He had his fingers inside the cups, so
he briefly brushed up against her nipples as he lowered the top onto her
breasts before pulling his hands away.  It took everything in his power to
fight an erection.

   He spun her around, looking down at her ass almost instinctively, and
began to tie her bikini top.  Not wanting to hurt her, he formed a loose
single knot bow and decided that would be good enough.

   Emily handed him her bikini bottoms.  He held them out for her at around
thigh height.  One leg at a time, she stepped into them, offering the
subtlest flashes of pink pussy as her thighs briefly took on more revealing
angles.

   "Thanks, Nate," Emily said.  "My hero." She kissed him on the cheek. 
"Go get ready so we can go."

   Nate put on his trunks, grabbed his sunglasses, and snagged a towel.

   "Ready when you are," he said.

   "Let's go," Emily replied.

   They grabbed the cooler and several beers on the way out and left the
house.  Once they arrived at the beach, they spread out their things and
soaked up the midday sun.  After a few beers and some time in the sun, they
decided to go for a swim in the ocean to cool off.

   They walked into the water until their feet no longer reached the
ground. The pair swam away from the shore and enjoyed the sensations of the
cool ocean on their bodies.  Every so often, they felt a small wave crash
down on them.  They turned toward the shore and pointed at their belongings
as well as a few other groups of people enjoying the summer day.

   Unexpectedly, a much larger wave hit them from behind.  Emily's loosely
fastened bikini top came undone and was swiftly carried away.  Fortunately,
both retained their attire below the waist.

   "Holy shit," Emily said.  "My top just came off."

   "No way," said Nate.  He reached out with his hands, expecting to find
fabric but instead making direct contact with Emily's boobs.  He was
surprised but definitely not disappointed.

   "Where the fuck did you learn to tie a knot?" Emily said, pushing Nate
back in a half joking sort of way.

   "You could've done it yourself!  I was just following your directions."

   "Well now my tits are out for the world to see, and I'd love to know
what you're going to do about it."

   "Just cover them with your arms and walk behind me.  When we get back to
our stuff you can wrap yourself in your towel or just lie down on your
stomach and no one will know the difference."

   "Fine, but you're still a dumbass," Emily said with a subtle giggle.

   They did just what Nate had described and made it back to their towels
without issue.  Emily decided to get some more sun and pushed her boobs
into her spread out towel.  As much as she liked showing off her body for
Nate, she wasn't ready to let the entire town see her naked.

   Nate and Emily finished the last two beers then got ready to leave. 
Emily wrapped herself in her towel, and Nate carried the cooler so she
could keep her covering in place.

   They got home without much excitement and shut and locked the door.

   "You know the rules," Emily said.  "Time to ditch the clothes."

   "And the towel," Nate added.

   "Funny," Emily replied.

   The two shed their clothes and, realizing it was dinner time, prepared a
simple meal for the evening.  They shared another couple of beers over
dinner and sprawled out next to each other on the couch to watch a movie
for the rest of the night.

   Every so often, they would chat about one thing or another, occasionally
reacting to the fact that they were both naked but trying to accept their
new normal.

   Tired from their afternoon in the sun, Nate fell asleep two thirds of
the way through the movie.  He dreamt of Emily, of her naked body, of the
glimpses of her vagina that he had caught earlier that day.  He dreamt of
how he touched her boobs, and he imagined putting his hands on her pussy to
feel it, too.  To be sure, he was asleep, but it all felt so real to him in
his dream.  His cock hardened and lengthened in response to his reverie.

   Emily was still awake, though.  Every so often, she'd look over, and as
she did, she caught a glimpse of his growing hardness.  She watched as
Nate's cock lengthened and hardened, almost as if she were entranced by its
magic.

   A few seconds later, Nate's cock began to twitch, almost imperceptibly.
Inside his mind, Nate's dream continued.  His dream had him in the middle
of incredible sex with Emily, where he thrusted in and out of her tight,
wet pussy.  As he neared his own climax in his dream, his real life
genitals couldn't take it any longer.  All the nakedness and
semi-flirtatious interactions between Nate and Emily had built up more
sexual tension than he could handle.  Nate's body desperately needed a
release, and his dream sent him over the edge.

   Just like the fantasy in his dream, Nate ejaculated.  Spurt after spurt
of warm, milky cum spewed out of his hard cock.  The first few ropes landed
on his chest and his stomach, and the last couple dribbled out into his
pubic hair.

   Emily watched in amazement.  She couldn't believe that she had just
witnessed such a powerful orgasm from Nate only a few inches away.  Her
pussy grew wet with desire, and she longed to slip a finger inside herself
and have an orgasm of her own.  But now was not the time for that.

   Not wanting Nate's cum to leak onto her parents' couch, she jumped from
the couch and ran to the kitchen to grab some paper towels, as well as a
wet towel to clean Nate up.

   She returned to the living room where she wiped the cum off of Nate's
body with the paper towels and then began to use the damp towel to clean up
the sticky remnants.  The cold cloth must have sent a shock to Nate's
system, as he awoke almost instantaneously.

   "What the hell are you doing?  That's freezing!" he exclaimed.

   "Relax, dude," she said.  "Just cleaning you up.  I'm almost done."

   "What do you mean cleaning me up?"

   "You made a little mess while you were sleeping.  Don't worry.  I've got
it under control."

   Nate looked over and saw the cum-filled paper towels.  After a moment of
self-reflection, he vaguely remembered a sexy dream and realized that his
balls no longer felt like they were ready to burst.  Even in his groggy
state, it didn't take long for him to put it all together, and he very
quickly became embarrassed.

   "Uh, I can take it from here," he said, grabbing the towel from Emily's
hands.  "Sorry about that.  It won't happen again."

   Nate hadn't had a wet dream in years.  He couldn't believe that he had
one here, in Emily's house.

   "Don't worry about it, Nate," said Emily.  "It happens.  I'll throw
these away.  No big deal."

   Emily walked over to the kitchen and disposed of the paper towels.  Nate
finished cleaning himself up and rose from the couch.

   "I think I'm gonna head to bed, Em," he said.

   "Me too," she replied.  "I'll be up in a minute."

   "Okay," he answered.  "Goodnight."

   "Night, Nate."

   Nate turned his back to her and began walking upstairs.

   "Oh, Nate?" Emily called after him.

   "Yeah?" he said, looking back over his shoulder.

   "What was the dream about?" she asked.

   "I'll tell you tomorrow," he replied, turning away again and rushing off
to his bedroom.

   Nate's mind was racing as he stared at the ceiling of his bedroom.  Did
he really just come all over himself on Emily's couch?  He could've sworn
it was just a dream.  Either way, all the built-up sexual tension was just
too much for him.  If their little arrangement was going to work, he had to
find a way to give himself a release before it got to this point again.

   A short while later, he heard Emily come upstairs and go into her
bedroom.  Like the first night he slept in her house, he heard the buzzing
noise coming from Emily's bedroom.  It was louder this time with the doors
open, and he had an idea about what it could've been.  It was too dark to
see anything from across the hall, so he just listened until he heard the
familiar, soft moan emanate from Emily's bedroom.  Shortly thereafter, he
fell asleep.

   * * * * * * * * * *

   By the time Nate woke up the next morning, the house was empty.  He had
a text from Emily saying that she had gone out for the day to run a few
errands but that she would be back sometime in the early evening.

   Nate rose from his bed and instinctively went to put on clothes. 
Wanting to stay true to his agreement with Emily, he decided against it. 
He had told her he'd try this out, and he was sticking to his word.

   He went downstairs, made some coffee, and sat down on the couch, all
without wearing a stitch of clothing.  He felt uneasy sitting on the same
couch where he had his ill-timed nocturnal emission the night before, but
he pushed himself to get over it.  There was nothing he could do about it
now anyway.

   Later that morning, he logged on to his computer to do some schoolwork.
He had signed up for an online summer class through the business school to
get it out of the way for the upcoming year.  It was supposed to be pretty
easy, just a lot of busy work to make sure students all had some basic
knowledge before taking other classes.  Nate spent a few hours doing some
reading and problem sets, breaking only for lunch in the early afternoon.

   By late afternoon, he had reached a good stopping point with his work
and decided to go for a run since the midday heat had subsided a bit.  He
pulled on some running clothes along with his sneakers and set out on his
run.

   The weather was hotter than he had anticipated, so by the time he got
back, his shirt was soaked through with sweat.  He did a few post-run
stretches outside then opened the door.

   True to form, Emily sat on the couch without a single article of
clothing on her body.  She smiled at him as he came inside.

   "Hey Nate," she said casually.

   "Hey Em," Nate responded.  "How's it going?"

   "Pretty good.  I just got back a little while ago.  I'm guessing you
went for a run?"

   "Yeah," he said as he kicked off his shoes.

   "How was that?"

   "Hot.  It's pretty humid out there."

   "Well, what are you waiting for?  Let's get those clothes off of you so
you can cool down."

   Emily bounced off the couch and walked toward him.  As Nate lifted his
shirt over his head, Emily tugged his shorts and underwear down to his
ankles, which brought her face to face with his cock.

   "I wouldn't get too close if I were you," he said.  "My balls are hot
as, well, balls."

   They both laughed at his choice of words.

   "I don't mind," Emily said.  "They can't be any hotter than they were
last night.  That must've been some dream you were having."

   "Yeah," Nate replied.  "Sorry about that.  I didn't mean for that to
happen.  Guess I got a little too into my dream."

   "Well, I'll grab us a couple of cold drinks, and when I get back, you
can tell me what it was about like you promised."

   Emily whirled around and went into the kitchen to grab a couple of beers
and a tall glass of water so Nate could hydrate after his run.

   "Let's hear it," Emily said, handing Nate a beer and the glass of water.

   "Do we really have to talk about this?" he asked.

   "Yup.  You promised."

   "Fine," he said.  "I don't remember all of it, but right before I woke
up, I think I was in the middle of, you know, sleeping with someone in my
dream.  Then the next thing I knew, you were coming at me with those ice
cold towels."

   "That sounds like a fun dream," Emily said.  "Who was the girl?"

   Nate blushed.  "I don't remember," he said, not wanting to make things
weird between them by admitting the truth.  "I don't think her face was in
my dream."

   "Bummer.  We'll just have to wait until your next dream to find out who
she was.  Maybe you can ask her not to make such a mess next time," Emily
joked, gently jabbing Nate in the ribs with her elbow.

   "Yeah, I'll be sure to deliver that message," he answered, rolling his
eyes.

   "Does that normally happen?"

   "Does what normally happen?"

   "You know, what happened last night."

   "Dreaming?  Sometimes.  But I don't usually remember it when I wake up."

   "No, I mean coming while you're sleeping."

   "Oh.  Uh, not really.  To be honest, I think it's because I haven't
really been able to release any of that energy since the summer started."

   "Seriously?  You're kidding!  You've just been holding it in all this
time?  How come?"

   "I don't know, Em.  It's not like I've been sleeping with anyone since I
got here, and I would feel weird about jerking off in your house."

   "Don't feel weird.  It's natural.  You can't go all summer like that. 
You'll go crazy or you'll be coming on my sofa every few days.  I'm not
sure which one is better," Emily said jokingly as she smiled at him.

   Nate stared back at her blankly.  He didn't know how to respond to her
basically saying that he could masturbate in her house.

   "Would it make you feel any better to know that I've masturbated since
you've been here?" she asked.

   "You have?"

   "Yup.  A few times.  I'm surprised you didn't hear it.  Sometimes I can
be a bit vocal."

   "It's different, though.  It's your house.  You can do whatever you
want."

   "It's your house for the summer, too, Nate."

   He smiled.  That made him feel a little bit better, not just about being
able to give himself an occasional sexual release, but also about having
someplace to call home, even if it was only temporary.  After Nate's
parents had sold their house, Nate had felt a bit like a nomad without a
place to call home.  Symbolic or not, Emily's comment made him feel welcome
somewhere, and he smiled.

   "Thanks, Em," he said.  "I appreciate it."

   "How about you start right now?  It's the perfect time.  You can rub one
out and then take a shower to clean up.  In fact, let's do it together."

   "Together?"

   "Yeah.  While you tug on your dick over there, I'll play with my pussy
over here.  Maybe it'll even give you a little visual to get you going."
Emily winked at him playfully.

   "I don't know, Em," he said.  "This is kind of weird, don't you think?"

   But by the time he finished his question, Emily's hand was already
between her legs, where it made small circular motions around her clit.

   Nate couldn't believe what he was seeing.  His oldest friend was lying
on her back and pleasuring herself.  Nate saw the pink of her partially
exposed pussy as her hand moved expertly around the area.  Nate's cock
hardened almost immediately.

   "Come on, Nate," Emily said.  "What're you waiting for?"

   Nate took his dick in his hand and began stroking.  Precum leaked out of
his tip as he began to pick up the pace.  He looked over at Emily, who had
now slipped a finger inside herself and closed her eyes to fully embrace
the sensations.

   Nate wondered what her pussy tasted like.  He longed to lick her up and
down as she rubbed herself in hopes of sending her over the edge.

   She clearly knew what she was doing, as her breathing quickened and her
moans intensified.  A few seconds later, her hips bucked and her pussy
tightened around her fingers, coating them with her sex juices.  She had a
smile on her face as her body recovered from the sexual high she had just
experienced.

   "How's it going over there?" she asked, opening her eyes.

   "Good," he said.  "But I'm guessing not as good as you are.  That looked
like one hell of an orgasm."

   "It was," Emily replied.  "It's not every day you get to see your best
friend's hard cock just a couple feet away from you while you come." They
both smiled.

   Nate continued stroking his member as the pressure mounted in his balls.

   "I'm close," he said to Emily.  "Can you grab me a couple paper towels
so I don't make a mess of your couch again?"

   "I've got a better idea," she said.

   Emily scooched over toward Nate and wrapped her soft lips around the tip
of Nate's penis.  She looked up at him and winked, which was enough to send
him over the edge.  With a few final strokes, Nate came hard.  He unleashed
spurt after spurt of cum, coating the back of Emily's throat with his
sticky fluid.  His stream slowed to a trickle and then ceased entirely.

   Emily removed her mouth from Nate's cock, careful not to let any of his
cum trickle out onto the couch.  She tipped her head back, swallowed, and
smiled.

   "How was that?" Emily asked.

   "Amazing," he mumbled.

   "I'll bet you didn't expect that to happen when I said you could stay
here for the summer."

   "Not even a little bit."

   "Hopefully you feel comfortable jerking off now."

   "If that's how it's going to go every time, then absolutely."

   Emily smiled.  "I don't see why not.  Besides, we have over a week and a
half until my parents get back from their cruise.  Maybe we'll try a few
other things before then."

   "This is going to be a summer for the ages," Nate said.

   "It sure is, Nate," Emily replied.  "It sure is."