This is the second part of this story. While I hope that this story may be read enjoyably by itself, reading the first part first will put this continuation of the story in context. This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities to any real person or institution are unintentional and coincidental.

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In a spirit of full disclosure and the encourage others, the author was nude and was seen while writing this story.

Denise and I had a walk equivalent of several blocks to get from our hotel to the old conference center where Sheila Lawson and Peter Windhoven were holding their "Nude Art" symposium. Since we were scheduled to appear nude before strangers for the first times in our lives, you might expect that we would have been slow and tentative that morning. To the contrary, without even thinking about it, we were walking towards the symposium at a very brisk pace.

When we were about halfway to the conference center, Denise said, "Geez Harry! At the pace we're walking, you'd think that we're eager to show ourselves off!"

I looked at Denise and smiled. "Maybe we are eager," I said.

Denise smiled back at me. "Maybe we are," she replied. Denise took my hand and we walked the rest of the way holding hands.

There were already a number of people milling around inside the conference center lobby when we got there. Across the lobby, we could see door open into a large room that had a lot of easels and chairs set up in it. That seemed like a good place to start looking for Sheila and Peter, and we did find them there.

Sheila, in an old-looking sweat suit, and Peter, in a corduroy jacket and jeans, were standing in a corner talking. The room was very brightly lit and already warm. The easels and chairs were set up around roughly three sides of an elevated platform. The platform was about three above the level of the room floor.

As Denise and I walked carefully among the easels towards Shelia and Peter, Sheila turned and saw us. "Good morning," she called. "Are you ready to get naked?" Sheila started towards us. As she got closer, she said, "Good News. The final enrollment was 70 people, twenty more than we expected. You didn't secretly sign up a bunch of friends to show off to did you?"

Once Sheila got next to us, she pointed to the platform. "Obviously, that's where we'll all be posing. We've got a table out in the hall that we can move in if we need it." Sheila point to a door at the back of the room. "You can use that room to undress," Sheila said, "or you can just strip off in a corner here. That's what I'll do. Peter will keep an eye on your valuables." Apart from our room key, we had possessed the presence of mind to leave our valuables back at the hotel.

Our daughter April strode in just then, taking off her coat as she walked. She cheerfully called, "Good morning!" When April got up to us, she hugged Denise and then hugged me. "This is a great day," April said. "I get to spend the whole day nude with my parents."

Shelia was obviously pleased with April's enthusiasm. She repeated for April the short explanation she had given to Denise and me. When she finished that, she added, "You probably want to take your clothes off now so that any marks your clothes left on your skin have time to disappear. In a couple of minutes, Peter will start herding everyone in."

"I certainly don't want a change room," April said and walked to the back of the room where there were a few chairs without easels. Denise and I followed April. April tossed her coat over a chair. She then sat down and pulled off her boots and wooly socks. April stood back up and pulled her sweatshirt over her head. She wore nothing underneath. The nipples on her perfectly shaped breasts looked a bit hard to me.

"Are you excited about this?" Denise teased our daughter.

"Sure, aren't you?" April teased back.

"Yeah," Denise said with a grin.

Denise and I tried to neatly lay our coats in a pile on the floor. We sat down and removed our shoes and socks. We both stood back up, facing April in a rough circle. Denise was also wearing a sweatshirt, which she pulled over her head. Since we had been cautioned against underwear, Denise was also bare under her top. I pulled off the rugby shirt I had worn.

April, Denise, and I stood facing each other, all three of us bare from the waist up. We smiled at each other and, more or less simultaneously, undid our trousers and pushed them down. After we had each gotten our pants off over our feet, we were all naked and barefoot.

I have said, truthfully, that my wife and daughter were, and are, very beautiful women. I had always thought that they were both stunning no matter what they wore. That morning, I realized that they were both even more beautiful wearing nothing but their skin. They were also both sexy.

Sheila came up to us again, still in her sweat suit. "You're all nude. Great! Just have a seat on those chairs. I'll get started as soon as Peter gets everyone in the room."

Despite being nude, April, Denise, and I were not very obtrusive sitting in chairs against the back wall of the room. After quite a bit of running around, Peter finally got everyone inside the room and seated at an easel.

Still in her sweat suit, Sheila got up on the platform. In a loud voice, she said to the room, "Good morning and thank you for joining us. I'm Professor Sheila Lawson. Together with my partner, Peter Windhoven (Sheila pointed at Peter); I'm the organizer on this symposium on Nude Art. We hope that you will have an enjoyable two days and that you learn something useful to you as you make your art in the future. We also hope that you make some good art while you are here."

Sheila took a breath and looked around the room. As you would expect at the start of such a program, everyone was giving Sheila their undivided attention. Sheila resumed, "This symposium is only about depicting the nude human body. We believe that the human body is the highest form of art and that it should be exposed and enjoyed rather than concealed."

Sheila pulled her sweatshirt off over her head and dropped her sweat pants. Now nude, she continued her introduction. "I am also one of the models for this symposium. You will be drawing my nude body and the nude bodies of the three other models we have with us. Will those models please join me on the platform?"

April, Denise, and I stood. We stepped onto the platform and formed a line slightly behind Sheila. I was acutely aware that I was standing naked on a platform in front of 70 clothed people. I was very conscious that everyone in the room could see my face, my bare chest, my bare legs, and my bare dick and balls. Rather than being intimidated or embarrassed, I felt like I had shed chains that I hadn't even realized I was carrying. I was actually proud to be standing there exposed to the room. I glanced at Denise. The look on her face told me that she was feeling the same way.

Sheila introduced us to the attendees. "Our other models are April, Denise, and Harry. For obvious reasons, we're not giving you their full names. You may be interested to know that Denise and Harry are married to each other and April is their daughter. April has some prior experience modeling in the nude. However, this is the first time for her parents. I'm sure that they will do a fine job for you, but please forgive any inexperience. We thought that it would be interesting to provide you with a couple of newbies as models. I'm sure that you'll all be respectful."

I kept looking around the room, trying to make eye contact with the artists who were looking at my nude body. I finally made eye contact with Denise's friend Kerry Newell. Apparently, it hadn't registered with Kerry until that moment that three of the nude models were people whom she knew, worked with, and socialized with. I saw a look of shock on Kerry's attractive face and saw her nudge her husband Mike, who also knew us well. Kerry and Mike both stared at us open-mouthed. I smiled back at them. After a few moments, the look of shock on Kerry's face turned into a somewhat sly smile. She made a "thumbs-up" gesture, whether to me, Denise with whom she was closer, or all of us I don't know.

April, Denise, and I left the platform and sat back down after Sheila had finished her introductory speech. Sheila did the first pose, on her right side with her right arm holding up her head. While all of the attendees were diligently drawing, I did catch Kerry Newell giving a few surreptitious glances in our direction.

Sheila held her pose for a full 45 minutes. After Peter, standing by one of the doors, called time, April replaced Sheila on the platform. April's first pose had her lying flat on her back with her legs slightly apart. Although it was not that demanding, I was impressed that our daughter held the pose unflinchingly for nearly an hour. During that time, several of the artists stood to get a better view of April.

We took a twenty minute break after April's pose was finished so that the artists could get more coffee and go to the washroom. As soon as the break started, Sheila came over to Denise and me. "Are you two still ok?" she asked. We nodded affirmatively.

"Good," Sheila said. "After the break, I want the two of you up there. Just stand together facing the artists. Maybe you ought to hold hands, you are married after all. And, whatever you do, stay perfectly still until we call the pose over. There's a john for you in the change room."

Although I had intentionally avoided fluids that morning, I thought I would be wise to take a quick leak. I ducked into the change room and immediately saw the toilet against one wall with nothing screening it. I took a quick piss and went back out to stand with Denise and April.

When most of the artists were back in front of their easels, Sheila told us "Get up there." I followed Denise's bare ass onto the platform. We walked to the front of the platform and stood facing the room. I reached out and took Denise's left hand so that our hands were clasped between us. Moving only my eyes, I sought out Kerry and Mike. Both of them were now smiling, and drawing feverishly. A few minutes into our pose, the building HVAC kicked on and a stream of warm air blew across my dick. The air felt good. I was again surprised at how good I felt to be standing nude on a platform with my nude wife in front of a room full of clothed people.

Standing absolutely still is difficult enough, at least for me, any time. It becomes more difficult when you've been instructed not to move at all so that you are constantly thinking about it. Still, I think that we managed it, at least well enough. At the time, it seemed like we were standing there for hours. It was actually "only" about 40 minutes.

We took a short break to stretch after the first pose. Sheila put us in our second pose, still standing, but facing each other with an inch or two of space between our bodies. Denise had her head tilted down, with her hair falling forward, and my hands were on her hips. We again had to stand completely still. The advantage of this pose was that I could see most of Denise's face which was largely screened from the artists by the tilt of her head and her hair. I think that I can read my wife's emotions from her face pretty accurately. Assuming that I'm right about that, Denise was quietly having the time of her life.

After about 45 minutes, Sheila called an end to the pose and announced the lunch break. To us, Sheila said, "We're having some sandwiches and drinks brought in here so that you don't have to get dressed, unless you want to." None of April, Denise, or I wanted to.

Denise did challenge Sheila, politely. "How come April got to pose with her legs spread but you've had me standing up?" Denise asked. I glanced at April and saw that she was smiling.

Sheila was smiling, too, as she answered. "I was just trying to break you in gently. Are you sure that you're ready to be that exposed?"

More emphatically than I'd have expected, Denise replied, "I'm ready. I really want everyone to see my cunt." Denise immediately realized what she had just said, and blushed a little. She didn't retract her statement though.

"I'll see what we can do after lunch," Sheila said, still smiling.

As the artists filtered back into the makeshift studio from lunch, Kerry Newell came up to us. "What got you into this?" she asked, not unpleasantly.

"It's a long story. I'll tell you over lunch some time," Denise replied.

Kerry took a couple of steps to walk away, but then turned back to face us. "Is it really as much fun as it looks?" she asked.

"It is much, much better," Denise answered.

Kerry ducked her head and blushed slightly. "You know, I think that I envy you," Kerry said. She smiled and walked back to her easel next to her husband.

Sheila and April each did long poses to start the afternoon session. I couldn't help wondering if Sheila had done that on purpose to give Denise more time to ponder, or anticipate, Sheila's quasi—promise to let Denise display her cunt to the artists.

Sheila finally put us back on the platform. Sheila had me sitting on the platform facing the side wall of the room to my left. Sheila had Denise lying on her stomach with her chest on my right thigh. Denise's feet and ass pointed towards the front of the room. Before Sheila left the platform, she pushed Denise's thighs apart a good distance. "Hold that," Sheila said as she left the platform. Denise wasn't extremely exposed, but her cunt had to be visible to at least some of the artists. I hoped that she was satisfied, for the time-being.*

The pose was relatively comfortable, which was good because we had to hold it a long time. Of course, we had to stay stock still. However, Denise's head was basically in my lap and she was facing the back of the room. About halfway through the pose, without moving anything except her lips, Denise started blowing a stream of breath onto my dick. She wasn't blowing hard enough for anyone but me to notice. I think that she was hoping to get me hard. It felt nice.

When Peter announced that the pose was finished, Denise and I stood up, hugged each other, and kissed. That earned us a round of applause from the artists. Denise and I joined April, all nude, on the chairs at the back of the room. Peter began leading a discussion with the symposium attendees. The topics being discussed seemed to me to be technical art questions. Not being an artist, I soon quit listening and thought back on a strange, but exciting and rewarding day.

When the discussion session ended, April, Denise, and I started getting dressed. Sheila Lawson was still walking around the room, stark naked, answering questions. Kerry and Mike Newell came up to us as we were dressing.

"Do you guys want to get a drink?" Mike asked. "It looks like there is a decent bar next to our hotel." It turned out that Mike and Kerry were staying in the same hotel as Denise and me. We agreed to walk back with them and have a drink.

Before we left, April reminded us, "You're meeting Jeremy and me for dinner at 7:30, right?" That was April's way of making sure that we'd buy her and Jeremy a good dinner, but I didn't mind that.

"Yes dear," I said. "Remind me how to find the restaurant."

"I'll text directions to Mom," April replied.

It was around 5:00 p.m. We'd been nude continuously since 8:45 that morning. Clothes felt very uncomfortable. As we started to walk out with Kerry and Mike, Denise said softly, "I wish that I could just stay naked."

The bar next to the hotel was warm and cozy on a cold February evening. It was the sort of place I like with dark paneling, good beer, a TV behind the bar showing sports, and an attractive barmaid. We talked for a time about Kerry's and Mike's impressions of the symposium and about how Mike had gotten so heavily into drawing.

Kerry asked the question that had clearly been on both of their minds all along. "What is it like to be a nude model, especially in front of so many people?"

Denise answered. "You know, we're taught that we're supposed to be ashamed and embarrassed when someone other than our spouse or our doctor sees our 'private parts.' I didn't feel at all ashamed or embarrassed. It's odd, but I really felt like I had gotten a special privilege getting to be naked and have all of you look at me."

"Is it a turn on?" Kerry asked.

"Yes, but you can't enjoy it fully in the moment," Denise said. "There's enough to think about just holding the pose. I'm more excited now remembering what I did today than I was while I was doing it. Oh, and, the anticipation is really hot. Thinking about what it will be like to be nude in front of a bunch of people really got me going."

"What about you, Harry?" Mike asked. "How did you keep it down?"

"Don't get me wrong," I said. "It was a sexy experience, but the biggest things I felt standing up there nude were a sense of liberation and empowerment. Like Denise said, even though you're standing completely still, you have a lot to think about." I tried for a laugh: "Also, Sheila Lawson promised me that she'd cut it off if it got hard."

"There's a disincentive," Kerry quipped.

"Would you do it again?" Mike asked.

"We are, tomorrow," Denise replied.

"I meant after the symposium is over," Mike clarified.

"Absolutely!" Denise said. "My concern is that we won't be able to find enough opportunities to show off nude without getting busted."

"You've become very much the exhibitionist," Kerry said.

In an emphatic tone, Denise responded, "Try it Kerry. It's great. The realization that people are seeing just you, not some pricey dress or suit, is really something. Besides, I think that my tits, ass, and cunt look pretty damn good."

"They certainly do," Mike said. "April looks incredible nude too." Mike quickly blanched, fearful that he'd offended us talking about April.

I let Mike off of the hook by saying, "Yes, she is even more beautiful nude than clothed."

Kerry asked, "Do you mind that your daughter is modeling nude?"

"I'm doing it too," Denise said. "Actually, I think it's great and I'm very glad that she got us into doing it."

Kerry asked, "What's that Sheila Lawson said this morning about April having some experience modeling?"

I related the story of how I had disliked April's freshman job working in a dining hall and asked her to find something else this year. "So, she became a nude model for Sheila Lawson," I concluded.

April did text directions to Denise so we met April and Jeremy at the restaurant on time. Denise and I had met Jeremy before, but we didn't know him very well. As you'd expect of a water polo player, Jeremy was tall and fit-looking. He had the sort of square-jaw; genteelly rough looks that were almost the stereotype Joe College athlete.

Jeremy's personality turned out to be anything but a smug athlete. Our dinner conversation ranged over many topics. I was impressed that both April and Jeremy seemed well and widely informed. Jeremy listened carefully when others spoke. When he spoke, it was in a soft voice, using complete sentences that only rarely contained "I" or "me."

Jeremy already knew, of course, that April did nude modeling. He also knew that the three of us were nude models at the symposium. I was surprised when April said that Jeremy had never seen her nude. April teased Jeremy with a mock pout as she said, "I guess that my body just doesn't get it for him."

"You are very beautiful," Jeremy said, seeming a little embarrassed. "I just don't want to rush anything."

I took Jeremy's comment to mean that he was genuinely interested in and cared about April and didn't want to risk screwing up a relationship that he really wanted by rushing into sex.

April continued, "I invited Jeremy to the symposium tomorrow. Professor Lawson will let him in for free."
"No," Jeremy responded, "I've got practice and work, and I have to study."

April flashed me a quick smile as if to say that she realized that Jeremy's hesitation meant that she really had him hooked. After talking with the young man for a couple of hours, I hoped that April did have him hooked.

When we got back to our room, Denise turned to me and said, "You realize that I'm incredibly horny?"

Since we weren't wearing underwear, it took little time for us both to undress. I walked to the window to close the drapes, but Denise said, "No, leave them open." We did, at least, turn out the lights. April got on the bed on all fours, facing the window, and said, "Let's do it this way." I climbed on the bed behind Denise and entered her from behind, doggy-style.

Despite the position Denise had chosen, what we did that night was slow, caring lovemaking. I think that we were physically reassuring each other that, while our lives were heading in a new direction, we were going there together and the most important thing to each of us was the other person. A pointed reminder of that new direction came each time I glanced at the window during our lovemaking and clearly saw people moving in the apartments across the street.

We met April accidently as we were walking to the old conference center that Saturday morning. Sheila Lawson was already nude when we walked into the large room being used as a studio. April, Denise, and I quickly joined Sheila in the nude. As the artists started wandering in, Sheila gave us a somewhat wicked smile and said, "We're going to challenge you today."

Once all the artists were seated at their easels, Peter Windhoven, clothed, got onto the platform. "As we reviewed your drawings of Denise and Harry from yesterday," Peter told the room, "it seemed like most of you drew two separate people who happened to be physically close. What we'd like you to work on this morning is depicting those two people as components of a single unit, totally integrated emotionally, intellectually, and sexually. We're going to ask our models to try to project themselves as that single emotional, intellectual, and sexual unit."

Sheila had Denise and me get on the platform. She directed me to lie down on my back. Sheila had Denise lie down squarely on top of me. My arms went around Denise's waist. Denise's hands were around my neck.

Somewhat foolishly, I tried to think myself into that integrated unit which Peter had mentioned. That rather quickly got me imagining making love to Denise on that platform in front of those people. It was an exciting thought and, after a time, I realized that I was pulling Denise to me and getting hard. Denise was responding. Her shaved triangle was directly on top of my dick. She was, subtlety I hoped, grinding herself into me. I suspected that Denise had conjured a similar mental image to mine.

I assumed that we had held still enough because no one said anything while we were in the pose. However, after Peter ended the pose, Sheila laughingly announced to the room that "I think that our models may have gotten too deeply into their roles. I saw an awful lot of movement during that pose. The artists all laughed. Fortunately, my hard-on had subsided by the time we stood up.

Sheila continued addressing the room. "We hope that this next pose will be interesting and challenging. Denise, you may sit down. April, would you come up here?"

My nude daughter came onto the platform with me, grinning from ear to ear. Sheila posed us on our feet, facing each other. Then, Sheila said "I want you very close together" and put a hand on each of our backs, pushing us together until we touched. Sheila moved behind me and reached past me for April's hands, rubbing her bare tits on my back in the process. She put both of April's hands on my back just below my shoulder blades. Sheila then walked around behind April and took my hands.

"Harry," Sheila said, "I want your hands here." She placed both of my hands on April's bare ass. "Now, models, embrace, tightly." We did. "Kiss," Sheila commanded. April and I touched our lips together. "That's good. Hold that," Sheila said and left that platform.

I had been totally faithful to Denise throughout our marriage so having a beautiful, nude, young woman in my arms was a new and exciting experience. I kept silently saying, "It's your daughter." April wasn't helping anything, holding me very tight. My dick was pressed into her bare belly. She ran her tongue on my lips.

Probably to discomfort me, Sheila soon called out, "Harry, you're way too restrained. You have a gorgeous nude woman in your arms. Enjoy it."

What the fuck? I tightened my grip on April's ass pulling her into me more and let my lips move apart, slightly.

I feel like a complete degenerate for admitting that holding that pose with April felt really, really good. Sheila and Peter left us in the pose for a long time, but I could have held it longer.

When Peter finally called the pose over, April did not immediately let go. She pulled her head back a little and looked me in the eyes. "This was really nice, Dad," she said softly.

Before I let go of April, I replied softly, "Yes, it was very nice."

Sheila came onto the platform. She told April and me "You guys are done for a while." Sheila began talking to the artists while April and I sat down next to Denise. Denise had been smiling at me as I walked towards her. When I sat down, Denise whispered in my ear, "Our daughter is pretty hot, isn't she?"

I was saved from a response by hearing Sheila call Denise onto the platform. I couldn't hear what Sheila was quietly saying to Denise, but, Sheila suddenly gave Denise what seemed a passionate bare hug. Denise hesitantly put her arms around Sheila. I gathered that the pose was two nude women hugging.

I looked at April, who was sitting next to me. All April could say was "Wow!"

When Denise first assumed the pose, she seemed very uncomfortable to me. However, as the minutes passed, my perception was that Denise relaxed and eventually started enjoying herself. When Peter called the pose over, Sheila gave Denise a quick kiss.

Denise walked back to April and me with a somewhat perplexed smile on her face. "I'm not a lesbian, I don't think," she said, "but, Harry, I understand you a little better. A nude woman's body really feels pretty good."

Peter announced to the artists that it was time for the lunch break. "I know that it is a Saturday," Peter said. "To make sure that you come back, I'll tell you that, after lunch, we're focusing on genitalia."

Everyone came back from lunch. During the break, some staff had set up four tables around the room. When everyone was settled, Peter got on the platform and said to the room, "We all know that dicks and cunts can be difficult to get right. This is your chance to practice. Our four models will show you everything they've got. We only have one man, but if you want to draw a dick, Harry will be on that table over there. April, Denise, and Sheila will be on the other three tables. Pick the model whom you want to draw and move your easel to that table. Our models will try to accommodate any view that you want. The only limit is no hard-on for Harry. The university won't allow that."

I went to my table. I wasn't sure whether to be flattered or alarmed that a majority of the women artists gathered around me. Kerry Newell had led the charge and set up her easel right in front of me. Looking around, I could see that the men, and the remaining women, were fairly evenly distributed around April, Denise, and Sheila.

To start out, I just sat on the table with my legs far apart. Since the artists were drawing my dick and balls, I was free to move my big head at will. I saw April and Denise on their tables with their legs spread very wide apart. My wife and my daughter seemed to enjoying exposing themselves so intimately.

Sheila Lawson was on her table on her hands and knees. Her legs were spread exposing her cunt and her asshole. Peter stood nearby with an approving smile on his face.

After a while, my artists asked me to stand up and turn so that they could draw my dick in profile. I was facing April's table and noticed that she was now up on the table in a posture mimicking Sheila's.

April told me later that one of the artists had asked her to get into that pose. "You know," April said, "other than embracing you and that pose which the three of us did together, that was my favorite pose. I knew that the artists were seeing every bit of me. It was so exciting that I started getting wet. Then, I got more excited realizing that everyone could see that too."

After I had stood in profile for a while, Kerry asked me to turn to face her and hold my dick up so that she could draw my balls. Her tone of voice and the look on her face made it a very sexy request, so I complied.

After Peter ended the "Focus on Genitalia" session, we all sat down on chairs on the platform for a Q & A session. The only questions which Denise and I felt like we could answer were the "what does it feel like to model nude" questions like Kerry had asked the night before. We left more substantive questions about how to work with models to Sheila and April. What did we know? This was our first time doing this.

Peter finally ended the Q & A by announcing, "This is the end of the official program. We'll have free drinks and hors d'ouevre in the lobby in an hour. Our models will be back in a few minutes to do one more pose, but, if you want to draw that, we have one condition, you have to take all of your clothes off too."

There was a muttered sound of displeasure from the artists. Peter held up his hand, "Nude really feels good and it will give you a sense of what your models feel like."

Sheila jumped in to say, "It's completely voluntary. If you don't want to undress, just be back in an hour for our farewell reception." The room emptied.

We waited around to see who would come back and strip off. Initially, I was disappointed to see only twelve artists back. My disappointment lifted when I realized that Kerry and Mike were among them. While Kerry wasn't April or Denise, she was an attractive woman naked.

We had no idea what Sheila had in mind for the last pose. She had us move easels and chairs to clear a space on the floor. She had April, Denise, and me stand in a small circle facing each other. "Now, get as tight together as you can," Sheila directed. We were no longer hesitant. April, Denise, and I pressed together tightly. Denise's left breast and April's right one were both crushed against my chest. April's and Denise's bellies were compressed against each other with my dick caught between them. There are many worse places to have your dick caught. As a final touch, Sheila had us put our hands on each other's asses, so my right hand was on Denise's ass and my left on April's. April's right hand and Denise's left were on my ass. Denise's right hand and April's left were on each other's asses.

We couldn't move or talk, but the pose had our heads up so we could look at each other. A lot of non-verbal communication passed between us during those 40 minutes.

I am reluctant to call something as exhibitionistic, and incestuous, as that last pose a "family bonding" experience, but it was. Denise and I had always maintained a great relationship with April, but, like any teenager, April hadn't wanted to share our interests. She had her friends and her devices which she had seemed to prefer to time with us. (I wondered if her interest in exhibitionism came from things she saw online). Now, we had something that we all shared and enjoyed and that made us a little unique. It also made us very open, literally, to each other. I suppose that it was the culmination of the entire two days, but, during that last pose, April went from being our daughter to also being Denise's and my best friend.

This pose ended much sooner than I would have liked. When we were done, Sheila told the dozen nude artists, "The models have agreed to stay nude for the reception. We invite you to join us in nudity."

I was disappointed again that only two of the artists left their clothes off for the reception. However, I was gratified that the two were Kerry and Mike.

Being nude at a reception with seventy-some clothed people was a lot of fun. I noticed an interesting phenomenon. While Kerry Newell was an attractive woman, especially nude, she was not April or Denise by a substantial margin. More on par with Sheila Lawson perhaps. However, Kerry received, and seemed to enjoy, much more attention at the reception than April, Denise, or Sheila. I theorized that everyone had gotten used to seeing April, Denise, and Sheila nude over the last two days while this was Kerry's first exposure to them.

Mike also seemed to enjoy the attention that his nude body garnered. Denise echoed my own thoughts when she quietly suggested to me that Kerry and Mike might be partners for nude activities in the future. Without discussing it explicitly, Denise and I had already decided that we would be looking for more opportunities to get our clothes off and be seen nude. I expected, and hoped, that April would share at least some of those experiences.

As the reception wound down, Sheila came to where April, Denise, and I were standing. "Finish your drinks and get your clothes on," Sheila directed. "Peter and I are taking you home for dinner. Peter can drive you to your hotel and dorm later."

"Great! Thank you," April said.

It was Saturday evening. I looked at April and said "Jeremy?"

"Oh, he's not expecting me tonight," April said. "I thought we'd go to Sheila's and Peter's when this was over and I'm sure that we'll have our clothes off there. Jeremy isn't quite ready for that yet."

Sheila and Peter had a very small car with bucket front seats and a small bench rear seat. April and I squeezed into the back and Denise then climbed in and sat on my lap.

Immediately when we got inside Sheila's and Peter's house, we all stripped naked. This time, Peter joined us. Peter was a thin man clothed, but looked much thinner nude. His distinguishing feature which you didn't see when he was clothed was a very long, but very slender, penis. Once we were all nude, Peter looked at me and said, "Harry, I'd trade some of my length for some of your thickness."

Sheila heard Peter and chuckled. "It works just fine dear," Sheila reassured him.

"I like Harry's thickness," Denise interjected. "I'm keeping it."

I'm not sure which of them possessed the culinary talent, but, together, Sheila and Peter were excellent cooks. They served us another outstanding meal. Sheila and Peter were in a celebratory mood due to the success of the symposium, so the wine flowed freely. Sheila and Peter were consuming a fair bit more than April, Denise, and me.

After dinner was cleaned up, the five of us took our wine to the den. I sat on a sofa between Denise and April. Peter sat across from us in an upholstered chair with Sheila in his lap.

Sheila looked at the three of us and said, "I expected April to do well at the symposium. She's a natural exhibitionist. Denise, Harry, you two exceeded my expectations. I see from where April gets her exhibitionistic bent. You two are naturals also."

Jokingly, I think, Denise said, "I'm still a little upset that I didn't get to flash my cunt as much as you and April did."

Sheila chose to take Denise seriously. "Yes, I'm sorry about that. We'll do better next year."

"Next year?" I asked.

"Of course," Sheila said loudly. "This will be an annual event. You'll have even more fun next year." Sheila assumed that we'd be back to model next and I was sure that assumption was correct.

"We need to get another male model, though." Peter added.

April, sitting next to me, very softly said, "I have an idea about that."

Still in a loud voice, Sheila said, "So, you're thinking what can you do between now and next year to show off nude."

"Actually, I was," Denise replied.

"I'm not sure what is available down where you live," Sheila said, "but Peter and I have connections in the metro area here. If you want to move beyond static posing to activities that have you moving around in the nude, with an audience of course, there is a group out in one of the western suburbs. They have one of those old 1930's movie houses that the developers haven't torn down yet. They do things like nude ballet and modern dance. They get some of the professional dancers from downtown. It is very professionally done."

"Obviously," Peter said, "that group doesn't advertise and they don't charge admission. But, they can draw an audience of a hundred just by word of mouth."

"There are some very wealthy voyeurs and a few wealthy exhibitionists round town who keep it afloat financially," Sheila added as she gulped more wine.

"They've also gotten into athletic things a little," Peter elaborated. "A couple of years ago, they had a young woman who was a gymnast at a big state university north of here. She came in and did routines on uneven bars, balance, beam, and floor exercise completely nude."

"I talked to her afterwards," Sheila said. "Bright girl. Pre-med. She said that those were the most enjoyable gymnastic routines she'd ever done. Mind you, this is a girl who's been doing gymnastics since she was five or six and who has competed at nationals. She told me that she wished that she could go nude in her competitions."

Sheila drank some more wine. "That group occasionally also gets into the erotic. A year ago, they had a woman onstage nude with her feet in stirrups facing the audience. She had a vibrator and a headset microphone and got herself off for the audience while describing, graphically, what she was experiencing."

I was slightly shocked to hear April say, "Cool!"

Peter laughed loudly. "Tell them who that woman was dear," he chided Sheila.

"It was me," Sheila said brightly.

It had been a long day, we were all tired, and the wine was making us drowsy. Sheila got off of Peter's lap. Peter stood up and wobbled a bit. "Shit," Peter said, "I don't think that I can drive you to your hotel."

"Do you mind staying here tonight?" Sheila asked.

"But," Peter said, "The guest room only has that one small bed."

April and Denise shared a look across me. Some message passed. "We'll be fine," Denise said. "We can share the bed."

"Ok, what you need to know is that there is a commode upstairs and the shower for tomorrow morning is down here," Sheila said. "I think that Peter and I need to go to bed. Follow me and I'll show you the guest room."

Sheila was a bit unsteady as she climbed the stairs to the second floor of their house. April, Denise, and I were loose, but not as lit as Sheila and Peter. However, it hadn't occurred to anyone to get dressed. Sheila led us to her guest room, which was nicely furnished with a smallish queen size bed in the center. Sheila said "night," bumped a wall, and left the room.

April said, "Damn. I don't have a tooth brush."

Denise said, "I think this will work best if Harry gets in the center." That's what I did and turned on my side. Denise got into bed in front of me and we spooned. April got into bed behind me and snuggled up to me, mashing her breasts into my back. April threw an arm over me and her mother. It was surprisingly comfortable.

Friday and Saturday had been an almost dream-like experience. Reality crashed in on Sunday. April, Denise, and I woke up at about the same time on Sunday. I think it took all three of us a moment to remember that we were nude together in a small bed in Sheila's and Peter's guest room. I rolled onto my back while April and Denise lay on their sides, facing each other on either side of me. Denise always looks gorgeous and sexy when she wakes up. Now, I knew that April does too.