Readers: All characters in this fictional story are 18 and over. This story is VERY loosely based on a story I was told several years ago while visiting a nudist resort. I chose to write it in the 1st person.

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As a kid of 20 during the summer of 1980, I was the typical guy that had graduated high school, got his Associates Degree from Junior College, and was working a full-time job barely making above minimum wage.

My name is Walter Hampton, although everyone has called me Wally as far back as my memory allows.

My parents helped with my education, as much as they could, but it was my aunt that insisted that I at least get an Associate's Degree to show on my resumes when looking for long-term employment. She backed up her convictions by covering nearly most of mine and my older sister's JC education.

It was during that summer that I met Candace (or Candy as she was known to all her friends).

Meeting Candy was the one singular event that triggered a chain of events that shaped my life.

I had been working as a fry and prep cook at a local diner that catered to families as well as the truckers that stopped by for a bite on their road trips.

It was open 24/7, including all holidays. My boss, Calvin Hester, was the owner and he poured his life into making Cal's Diner the popular place that it was.

I worked the graveyard shift, 10pm - 6am from Tuesday through Saturdays. Most nights I worked alone so I never got a real meal break, although I still had to clock in and out for them.

Cal was fair, though. He knew I could complain to the labor board but instead he allowed me to eat my meals at no cost and to even take home a breakfast if I wanted. Comparing the value of the meals vs. the loss of a half-hour pay, I came out way ahead on the deal.

It was during my vacation during that summer that I met Candy. Our church needed counselors to go church camp. The job wasn't too tough...be in a cabin with 7 boys ages 10-12...and make sure they got to bed on time and got up on time.

During the day, the activities staff and chapel leaders took care of the rest. I had been to this camp in the past when I was a young teen and loved the area.

It was nearly 7000 feet in elevation and was surrounded by trees and creeks.

The facility they used was first class. For the campers, the cost was 150 per camper. For me? Absolutely free for simply making sure my 7 boys were well-behaved for a few hours each day. The rest of the time was my own.

There were some rules for all of us. The biggest rule was that NO electronic devices such as transistor radios or any kind of big boom boxes were allowed on the site. The purpose was to disconnect the kids for 5 days from any outside influence. Even newspapers were banned.

The first day there, I met my 7 kids. I knew 4 of them. The other 3 were friends of the others. They were good kids, although typically equipped with the attention span of a house fly.

We sat in the outdoor amphitheater while nearly 300 children and adults listened to some basic camp orientation. The rules, meal times, play times, chapel times, etc. were covered.

As with most camps, the boys and girls sleeping and showering buildings were on opposite ends of the large complex. They could interact all they wanted during meal and activities time, but once it was 8:30 pm, they had to get back to their cabins, get their showers, and lights out by 10:00pm...no exceptions. Fortunately, I never had a problem with my boys.

The counselors had their own private shower building. It was customary for the counselors to get their showers during the day when their kids were involved in study classes and activities. We needed to be in the cabins to make sure the boys were in bed on time.

That first night, I was sitting at the end of a long table with my group and a tall, lean, leggy brunette sat across from me.

We were eating spaghetti that night and we kept looking at each other and laughing as we'd sip our spaghetti and have the sauce splash against our faces.

We were easily amused at how silly we both looked. We kept making sillier faces. It almost was like a contest.

This was nothing different about eating spaghetti than any other time, but there was a mutual attraction and the faces she made caused me laugh.

That was Candy. She was with a group that lived just 15 miles north from where I worked. Candy Adams.

She wasn't the classic beauty, although she was very easy on the eyes. Her thin face, large mouth, and big toothy smile was so adorable to me.

After dinner, we stood and talked for a while. Like myself, she wasn't too involved in her church, but couldn't turn down the opportunity for a free vacation. She was 21 at the time and this was the second year in a row for her to serve as a counselor.

My suspicions were correct. The job was easy. Also, the people at her church had known her long enough to trust her, much like mine did.

I tried not to stare, but she had on gym shorts that barely passed the dress code for camp. The evenings were known to be rather cool, even during the summer. I was wearing shorts, but I had planned on changing into some sweatpants before evening chapel services.

It was hard not to notice her long legs and small butt. She wasn't that large up top, but from what I could tell, it didn't appear that she was even wearing a bra. As the weather cooled off, the hardness of her nipples became more prominent through her camp counselor's t-shirt...identical to the ones we all wore for the week.

On top of the free week, we all got 5 new t-shirts to wear. Easy work...and now I'd met a young lady that I hoped to get to know more then and later.

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From the beginning, it was apparent that my interest in her was being reciprocated. She suggested getting together during the evening chapel services. It was mandatory for the kids, but optional for the counselors; although many did go.

We agreed to meet outside at the amphitheater. That would give us nearly an hour to visit before the services were over and the kids were sent back to their cabins for showers and the strict 10pm bedtime.

This time, Candy was wearing a sweatshirt with the Parkland Camp logo on it. She still had on the same shorts, though. I tried not to stare at her long legs as well as remembering what she looked like in that t-shirt with apparently no bra.

Candy worked at a nearby oil production plant as a secretary. Her duties also included doing payroll for the oilfield construction company that owned the property adjacent to the Standard Oil lease.

She enjoyed her job and the interactions with the various salesmen, contractors, and workers that visited her office.

Her older brother worked for Standard Oil and helped her get that job. The company, Jerry's Construction, did most of their work for Standard and Shell. It was a job that kept her busy, but she enjoyed it, the pay, and benefits were adequate.

We discussed our jobs and our families. Her father was the Maintenance Manager for the Shaver School District. He was looking forward to his retirement in three years when he'd have his 30 years of service with the District.

Shaver was a relatively small district that encompassed a High School, Junior High, and an elementary school. All three schools were located on the same street. The high school was at the northern end and the junior high sandwiched between them and the elementary school on the far south end.

The maintenance building, the bus barn, and the administrative offices were across the street behind the schools.

Her mother worked part-time for the district as a teacher's aide. She had done that for almost 20 years.

Time went by much too fast. In the distance we could see kids and adults filing out of the indoor chapel.

"Let's meet back here at 10:30," Candy suggested. "Once the kids are out, we can do what we want. Same place?"

She was more familiar with the culture of the camp, so I agreed to meet her if it didn't cause a problem for the camp managers.

"Oh, several couples come out and visit. Some go out to their cars and have a smoke. No big deal. Just make sure the kids are asleep. It's usually not a problem because they've had a long day."

I was at the amphitheater about 5 minutes early. Most of my kids were asleep before 9:30. By the time the lights were out by 10, every one of them had ventured off to dreamland.

Lights out truly meant "lights out"! All outside lamps were turned off and the only illumination I had was my flashlight; although a very good flashlight with a strong beam. I had to point it directly at the ground or the brightness might have been too much for the other cabin dwellers.

That flashlight belonged to my late uncle. He had been on the police force for 25 years before retiring. Shortly after retiring, he suffered a fatal heart attack. My aunt insisted that I have his flashlight since he had no sons to pass it down, just daughters. She believed that I would make much better use of it in the future.

While at the amphitheater, I saw Margo, a woman in her 40s that was a member of our church and had been part of the activities committee for several years. Each summer, she and her husband, Leon, would act as counselors and activities coordinators for the camp.

If it was okay for Margo and Leo to be there, I was much more confident that it was fine for me to meet Candy there.

I told her that I was meeting a girl named Candy.

"Candy Adams?' she asked.

"Yes, Ma'am," I responded. "You know her?"

"I know enough about her. Nice girl. Nice family. Kind of strange, but nice. Honest people, but kind of unconventional."

I wasn't sure what she meant. It seemed like a contradictory statement. "Nice, but strange? Unconventional?"

I tried to get her to give me details, but she suggested that I hear it straight from Candy.

I walked toward the pathway that I knew Candy would be taking to meet me. I finally heard some footsteps coming from the distance. A few seconds later, she emerged...wearing a smile...and that same sweatshirt she wore earlier...and the same short gym shorts.

I told her that Margo was waiting for her husband at the amphitheater. Candy suggested that we sit at the few tables located outside the snack bar near the telephone booth.

"A little more privacy," she suggested.

I asked her about Margo's comments about her and her family.

"Oh, Margo's a good lady. Don't get too ruffled. She's kind of right about us, although only from her perspective. I don't think we're strange, but considering what some consider normal, I guess we are.

Margo and Leon are good people. Leon works as a custodian at my dad's school district. Dad likes him. Says he's a hell of a good worker.

"Why use words like strange and unconventional then? It makes you sound kind of defective."

Candy let out a nervous laugh.

"You know, Wally, I really kind of like you although we just met earlier today. I'll tell you a little bit more about us."

"Do you know what nudism is?"

I had to think about it for a few seconds before answering.

"Well, I guess it's for people that like to be naked. That's all I can get out of it."

"That's a big part of it," she agreed. "It's a little more than that, though."

I sat quietly and listened to her explain that she and her brother were raised in a nudist home.

She emphasized that it wasn't some weird sexual or incestual crap. Her mom and dad would never have approved or initiated any kind of behavior like that.

She also explained something much more personal to her than simply enjoying a nudist lifestyle, which in 1980 was even rarer than it is today.

Her health. To be more specific, her previous health scares when she was a young teen. She became more emotional.

"Wally, I can't ever have any children. Ever. When I was 12, I was having problems as soon as I began having my cycle. By the time I was 13, I had several cysts and I had to have a partial hysterectomy. The next year, I had the other one removed.

My dad's uncle in San Jose, who's a firm believer in holistic medicine, sends me several bottles of a natural remedy for the estrogen needs. He also is able to discretely send me some cannabis. I smoke it in very small amounts.

I'm not a stoner by any stretch of the imagination, but he beat prostrate cancer using only holistic methods. He still enjoys a little cannabis each day to keep the cancer at bay. It's worked for 15 years so far. Total remission."

I remained quiet. I wasn't sure what to say. I looked down at the ground as opposed to the direct eye contact that I usually maintained.

"Does this change your opinion of me, Wally?" she asked, sounding worried. "I'm sure I'm different from what you expected, but I'm really a good person. Good family. Good friends. People you'd enjoy knowing."

I looked up. I felt as clumsy and insecure about talking to a girl than I'd ever been in my life.

I had always taken pride in being a good person but being the typical teen/young adult I had been guided by hormones and lust. I had made decisions using what my cock wanted, not what was necessarily best for me.

I could accept the fact that she was barren. She had no control over that. Pot? I knew I could never smoke it because most future job possibilities would require drug screening.

The nudism? That was a concern, although when I saw her earlier, I tried to imagine what she looked like without those short gym shorts and camp t-shirt covering her body.

But her whole family? What if I met them? Would they expect me to join them? I tried to remain open-minded about it, but it was something that I was completely unprepared for.

If she had just told me she was no longer a virgin, that would have been easy to accept. I certainly wasn't a virgin and didn't expect a woman a year older than I was to be one.

I shared my concerns. I asked if she was telling me so much because she considered me to be potentially more than just a friend from camp.

"What do you think?" she asked.

I wasn't sure if it was a rhetorical question, or one that required an answer. I chose to answer.

"Sounds like it," I stammered. "Why else would you share something so personal such as ovarian problems and nudism?"

"I like you, Wally. I'm sitting out here in the cold with you with barely any lighting. If I had any sense, I'd be inside my cabin with the girls tucked inside a warm sleeping bag. How's that for an answer?"

That's the reason I was out there as well. I noticed she kept rubbing her ears to warm them up. I took a knit cap out of my pocket.

"Here, wear this. You can give it back when the week is up."

"Thank you, sweetie," she said nicely. "Are you sure you won't need it?"

"If I do, I'll buy one in the gift shop tomorrow. I was raised to be a gentleman. A lady's comfort is always a priority to the man's.

This is yours for the week...unless you want to keep it. Then, it's yours to keep."

She hugged me and thanked me again.

"A gentleman. So far, you have passed that test. Thank you again. I like this one. My favorite team. The Dodgers."

I had bought that knit cap the previous April while at a very cool evening game at Dodgers Stadium. It was my favorite, but seeing how much Candy liked it, I had already decided that I wanted her to keep it...no matter where the friendship went.

"Is that nudism thing too much for you to handle?" she asked. "I understand if it is."

I looked at her and tried to smile. I couldn't give her a broad beaming smile; just a friendly grin.

"Let me sleep on it, okay? I do like you, though. It's not like I haven't had other girls see me naked before."

Her head perked up and her eyes widened.

"Oh yeah?"

"Maybe tomorrow during activities we can meet right back here again. If not, we can take a walk on the trail for privacy. We can share our experiences."

"Wally, just so you know...no, I'm not a virgin. I suspect you aren't either, right?"

"That's right," I answered. "I'm not exactly a player, but yes I have had a couple different partners."

"Same here," she replied. "I don't live in the past, though. I can't change it. I want to know more about you. You intrigue me for some reason."

I concurred. There was something about her that day in the lunch room that got me attention. It was more than just the faces we made at each other. There was an unspoken attraction.

Although there was a physical attraction, my focus wasn't on getting her in bed. My motives were much more honest...although I did love those long legs on her nearly 6 foot frame.

I was fortunate to have 7 very well-behaved kids. During the entire week, there was never a problem of any sort. They got up on time, got their showers, and most were asleep long before the final lights were out.

Fortunately for Candy, she could say the same. She knew all her girls well. She had ages 13-15 and 6 of them were under her direction the previous year.

This made our efforts to spend time together much easier. Already, Margo had mentioned to a few people that we had met the prior evening. That wasn't a bad thing except that I thought it was premature to assume that we were an item.

We seemed to like each other quite a bit, but it was only one day...and not even a full one at that. The most positive thing was that we were eagerly looking forward to our next time together. That would be after lunch when the kids would spend the next 90 minutes in various activities.

It was a warmer day than the previous one and she was dressed in a similar way as the previous. Instead of her blue shorts, she was wearing gray ones and with another camp t-shirt identical to first one.

I was wearing blue jeans that had been cut off and the mandatory camp t-shirt as well. Again, I noticed no evidence of a bra. Now that I knew she was a nudist, that no longer surprised me. She was accustomed to wearing less than that.

She wasted no time starting the conversation.

"Ok, Wally...here it is. I'm no saint, but I'm certainly not the devil either. It began when I was 19 and I went with my parents to a natural mineral springs about 40 minutes from our house."

About that time, two other women sat down at the table next to us. She quit talking.

"My truck is just down the road. You can almost see that bright orange from here."

I had a 1973 Datsun pickup with a burnt orange paint job. I had bought it that way from a dealer two years prior. It came with mag wheels, but I changed it to regular ones soon after. I liked the looks of it better that way and it ran well.

I opened the passenger door for her.

"Yep, you've got this gentleman thing going quite well, mister."

"It's how I was raised, Candy. My dad still opens my mom's car door and they've been married for almost 25 years."

"I wouldn't mind meeting them sometime," she replied. "Looks like they taught you well."

"Who knows?" I replied. "I'm very proud of them."

"That makes two of us. I'm proud of the way I was raised, although I'm sure you're still confused by it."

For some reason, that made me laugh louder than I expected. She gave me a strange look. It wasn't an angry look, just one of surprise.

"I think confused is a good word. It still sounded funny. I don't know why. If it bothered me too much, we wouldn't be sitting her sharing so much stuff though, would I?"

"No, I think you'll be fine...at least for now. Maybe when I'm done though..."

I wasn't sure what to think about that statement. I just let her explain.

"Wally, I went once with Mom and Dad to that natural mineral springs spa that I told you about.

While I was there, I met this guy named Kenny. He's about 15 years older than me.

There were about a dozen of us there. Kenny kind of blended in with everyone else but we kind of enjoyed fun conversations; often kind of witty.
A group of us agreed to meet the next Friday at 10pm. Sure enough, Kenny was there. We sat next to each other and he began to feel up my body.

What's strange is that I didn't really think of him as great looking. He didn't exactly have a great package, but he was funny and like me, could find humor in mundane things.

I didn't stop him. I began to do the same to him. I was still a virgin at the time, but I decided that I'd let him be the first.

Usually, when we were done, we'd get dressed and walk back to our cars. It was about a 1000 foot trail going slightly downhill to the springs. Going back, obviously uphill, was good exercise. There was something especially erotic about doing it in the nude.

The springs were legal for nude bathers. The parking area, though, wasn't. We figured that anyone there was used to seeing naked bodies that they wouldn't be upset about it. Some people remained in their swimsuits, but never caused a problem

Kenny had an old VW van with a small bed in the back. To his credit, he was very gentle with me. I enjoyed his touch and his patience.

We met every Friday at the same time for the next 6 weeks. Suddenly, he didn't show up. I was concerned, but I still had others there that I got to know each Friday.

The following Friday, he didn't show up again. We were talking about him when a couple that was in the tub next to us was eavesdropping.

"Kenny Pell?" the woman asked.

"I didn't know his last name. Just his first name and that he lived in a town called Baron. The woman described him. Yes, the same guy."

"Well, we live in Baron," said the woman. "We know his wife. She got suspicious that he always went to the same place each week. She refused to go with him but didn't fuss about him going...until it became a routine each week."

I could hear a sharpness in Candy's voice as she retold the story.

"Wally, he said he was divorced. I didn't rat on him, but I knew that I was an accomplice to helping a guy cheat on his wife.

I'm no prude when it comes to sex, but I never want to be the other woman. I was in tears.

I quit going for a few months. When I went back, I was determined to not trust any guy.

I understand that someone told that couple that I had an ongoing affair but that he had lied about his marital status.

I saw them again once more and they were very friendly with me. They understood. I still have trouble forgiving myself...then..."

Candy caught her breath

"Then?" I asked.

"Yeah. At work, there was a foreman from the Shell plant. He borrowed some staples from me. I drove to his office, which was only a trailer, to deliver them on my way home from work.

His name was Cliff. He was quite a good looking guy. This was purely lust for both of us. He somehow needed me to loan him a ream of paper the next day. Yes, we did it there on the small couch located in the office.

I visited his office a few more times. One day, rain shortened our work day and I left early. I went to his office again. There was a pretty blonde in there with him.

I didn't assume the worst, but she introduced herself as Veronica, Cliff's fiancé.

I was pissed, to say the least. I apologized to her for having sex with Cliff, but he never bothered telling me he was engaged. I walked out and gave him the finger.

Wally, like I said, I'm not a prude at all, but I'm pretty damn tired of being lied to by guys just to get laid. No more of that shit."

I was speechless. I could still hear the hurt and anger in her voice. Also, her choice of colorful language didn't seem natural coming from her.

"Candy, first of all, I can assure you that I'm not married or engaged. I didn't try to get to know you so I could have another sexual conquest. I really am sorry about what happened, and I have no reason to not believe that you did that knowingly.

I'm as single as you are. I'm still an easy target for a woman that wants more, though.

I shared my first time. Grad night. Disneyland trip. June 1978.

I knew Tammy Evans from classes, but we had never dated. She asked me to be her date for the trip if I didn't already have one.

I was shocked. She was so darn pretty and had a nice body on her. She long blonde hair and blue eyes, along with an adequate set of boobs, not too big, but plenty there, was great eye candy.

She and her friends, Darlene, Peggy, and Lucy had secured dates for the night. We'd hang around the park for the 4 hours we were there and sit together on the bus.

I didn't expect much physical activity since we'd never dated before. However, once inside the park, we'd get on a ride and she'd reach down and grab my crotch. She'd then have me drape my arm around her neck and let me feel up her boobs through her shirt and bra.

This went on during the whole night while at Disneyland. The other couples were taking the same liberties.

The girls insisted that we get back to the bus before anyone else. They were able to secure the back four seats. Facing the front of the bus, Tammy and I were in the very back seat on the right side. Darlene and Jeff were to the left of us. Peggy and Stu were in front of them, and Lucy and Ricky were in front of us.

Once we got on the freeway, the wild stuff began.

The girls had each bought Mickey Mouse t-shirts and Darlene challenged her friends to let the guys watch them change into them.

They did. Each of the four girls removed their shirts and bras, except for Darlene since she wasn't wearing a bra, and let us guys get an eyeful of their boobs. None of them hurried to cover up. Some in front of us had turned around to see the girls topless. Nobody complained and nobody ratted on us.

I had never seen female bare breasts before and suddenly there were four sets of them to view...especially my date whose breasts were right in my face. I had been hard most of the night and this sight brought it back to life immediately.

Once they put on their shirts, minus their bras, we all began to make out with our dates. That included hands everywhere, tongue kissing, and reaching inside each other's shirts and pants, including Tammy pulling down my pants and holding my hardness in her hand.

I noticed the others, except Peggy had done the same thing. I thought that maybe I was just going to get a hand job at the most, but all of them, except Peggy, pulled down their own shorts and undies and sat on our laps.

Darlene easily had the smallest breasts, but she was easily the most uninhibited. She smiled at me each time I looked over at her and saw her small breasts and dense, dark, patch of hair between her legs. She licked her lips each time she caught me looking over at her.

Of course, that was the first pussy that I'd ever seen as well. Tammy wasted no time riding me. I wasted no time coming inside of her.

Yes, my first time was in the back of a school bus. Darlene had completely removed her shirt again. Tammy and Lucy had lifted theirs up to their necks.

Peggy didn't play with her guy except to remove her shirt and let him play with her breasts. She was too shy to remove her guy's shorts or let him see her pussy.

She didn't seem too shy about her breasts being seen. She had very large breasts and didn't mind when Stu lifted up her shirt and exposed them. However, her shorts wouldn't come down no matter what the other girls did.

Tammy wasn't done. She noticed that Peggy hadn't done anything with Stu. Peggy traded places with her and Tammy took out Stu's cock and gave him a hand job until he shot his load all over his own chest.

While Tammy did that, Peggy let me feel her up. She even let me put my hand inside of her shorts until I felt a thick patch of hair between her legs. Once my finger found her hole, she stopped me. She told me that she was still a virgin. She wasn't going to give it away on the bus. That was as far as she would go on the bus.

I learned later that Stu and Peggy did have sex later that night when Stu brought Peggy inside of his parent's travel trailer. In fact, they were the only couple that stayed together after that night. They married a few years later and were still married the last I heard from them a few years ago.

The night got stranger.

I had already agreed to take Tammy home after the bus arrived back at the school. I had an old Nova at the time that burned a lot of oil and ran like crap, but it got me around town.

She had me come in to meet her parents. It was almost 2 in the morning. Would they still be awake?

They were in bed, but Tammy took me right to their bedroom. Her mother was asleep with the covers at her waist. She slept topless, at least. She assured me it was not a big deal as I tried to look away.

She woke them up and told them that I was going to stay the night with her. No problem. No objections.

Tammy's parents were very liberally minded. We took a quick shower, went to her room, and did it again. We showered again and finally fell asleep in the nude with the door shut.

Her mother woke us up later that morning to tell us breakfast was nearly ready. I was laying, naked, on my back. Her mother acted like it wasn't a big deal.

"So, you've seen my tits and I've seen your naked body. Who cares? You kids get dressed and have some breakfast."

We took another shower and this time we did it in the shower. I thought that maybe this friendship with Tammy was really going somewhere.

It never happened again. Tammy assured me that her night with me was the most fun she'd ever had. At 18, she had no interest in staying with just one guy and suggested that I don't get serious with anyone either.

She said to call her sometime and maybe I could spend the night again. I did call again, more than once, but we never hooked up. I gave up.

I've had a couple of other partners, but at least I knew from the beginning it was just sex between friends.

I explained that I was ready for something more serious. Although the other experiences were fun, they seemed hollow.

Candy listened intently as I shared my experiences. When I finished, she had one question.

"If you were given the chance with Tammy again, would you do it?"

I wondered if that was a trick question. I decided to be as honest as possible.

"Not if I was in any kind of relationship with someone else...no. Prior to this week I might go for it.

I didn't know where we're heading, but if given that chance right now, I'd tell her no. I couldn't be having sex with her while trying to establish a deeper friendship with you."

Candy smiled that big smile that I loved. I suspected that she knew that.

"Great answer. I don't know where we're headed either, but I'd like to at least give us a try. Even if it doesn't work out, I have no doubt we'd still be friends. I do like you. Even if you were taken, I'd still want to be your friend."

I was feeling the same way, except that I was glad she wasn't taken. I knew that I'd have to deal with the nudism thing sometime, though. I had no problem with her sexual background. She'd been hurt enough. She didn't deserve my scorn also. Besides, I could have just as easily fallen for a married woman if she lied to me about her status.

Each opportunity we had, we'd meet together either at the snack bar benches or my pickup. By Saturday morning, it was time to say goodbye. I saw Candy on the pay phone by the snack bar.

"See you in a couple hours. Love you dad."

She saw me walk up behind her.

"Wally. Follow me home. My parents want to meet you."

That wasn't a question, that was a directive. Who was I to argue? She wanted me to meet her parents.

"Uh, what if they aren't dressed when I get there?"

"They know you're coming, silly. They won't put you in an uncomfortable situation. They'll either have regular clothes on or they'll be wearing bathrobes. Nothing for you to worry about."

I knew my way around Shaver. When she gave me her address, I knew exactly how to find her house if I were to get separated from her on the highway.

She had an old Chevy Impala with a 3-speed column shift. Although the exterior had seen its better days, she was proud of the way it ran and the fact that her dad was a competent mechanic helped to keep it in top working order.

Her home. I wasn't sure what to expect, but it was nothing too impressive from the outside. It was an older house with what appeared to be a reasonably fresh coat of white paint on it. The yard was well groomed with rose bushes providing a line in front of the front porch.

Her mom and dad were waiting for us. Wayne and Doris Adams seemed genuinely happy to meet me.

"I hope you like Kool-Aid punch. Got a fresh picture for you two."

"Thank you, Mrs. Adams," I said. "I am kind of thirsty."

They were wearing what anyone would usually wear on a warm summer day. Mr. Adams was wearing a tank top with gym shorts and Mrs. Adams had on a modest sundress that went almost to her knees.

It was impossible not to notice that facially, Candy favored her mother. It was most notable with her eyes and large smile.

They couldn't have been kinder. Mrs. Adams was tall and slender, as was her husband. We sat at their dining room table as Mr. Adams sought to learn more about me.

"Well, Wally," Mr. Adams began, "I'll confess that I called your boss, Cal before you got here. I went to school with him and I've known him since we were in Junior High when his parents moved out here from Idaho."

I'm not sure what kind of face I made, but he felt a need to put me at ease immediately.

"It's all good, kid. When Candy told me where you worked, I knew I could call Cal and get an honest report from him.

All I can say is that if you ever decide to run for political office, I'd hire him to be your campaign manager.

He couldn't say enough good about you. Your work habits and work ethic, your manners, and your rapport with your co-workers.

I've eaten there before, but not during the hours you've worked. Again, I've always trusted Cal's judgment. When someone that has worked his ass off all his life brags about your work habits, I listen."

"Thank you, Mr. Adams. Whatever my career becomes, I want to do my best. That's something my parents have pounded into my head."

"Be honest with me, Wally. What do you think of my daughter?"

"I like her. We seem to get along real well."

"She told you about our nudism, I hear. Is that a problem for you?"

I wasn't sure how to answer that question. I was still uneasy discussing it.

"It's something I'd have to get used to if we got serious. It's something a little different for me."

"Do you have any sexual experience, Wally?

I wasn't expecting a question like that one, either. Honesty was going to be my policy.

"Yes, sir. 3 different girls."

"So, 3 girls including my daughter? Or 4 total? So, you've seen at least 3 other girls naked before. They all come in all shapes and sizes, just like guys do. After some time, it becomes very natural to you.."

"He hasn't seen me naked, Dad," Candy interrupted.

"Huh?"

"Dad, we were at church camp, remember?"

"I know that dear, but I also know there's a whole lot of trees in the woods there. I just assumed you two had done it. I mean, if he knows you're a nudist..."

"No sir," I added. "I've had a great week sitting down and talking to Candy. A nighttime hug and last night she gave me a very discreet kiss.

I've had my share of quick lays. I want more substance to my life. Taking time to know Candy has been a lot of fun."

"Wally, you're the first guy Candy has ever brought home to meet us. You must have made quite an impression.

Let me tell you about us. Our lifestyle. In many ways, we are just like any other family. We love each other. We love our country. We love our friends.

My brother, Bobby and I were raised in a home with two sisters. Our parents made no effort to cover up and as kids, it was no big deal to be seen nude by the others.

Our sisters no longer practice the lifestyle at all, but my brother and his wife, Sue do. In fact, they live 5 miles away and we visit them often. Sue came into a lot of money several years ago. She had a large heated pool built in their back yard.

We have the Doughboy in the back, but it's only useful during the warmer weather like now.

Anyhow, we don't have any hang ups about sex. We know our daughter has been sexually active and we know her older brother, Zach was active long before he got married.

She's an adult. We don't tell her who to sleep with. She's 21. She's made some mistakes, but she's a kind soul. I assume you've already figured that out."

I made a point to make eye contact with both of her parents.

"Mr. and Mrs. Adams, Candy and I have shared our experiences. We've both been guilty of bad judgment, but neither of us are going to beat ourselves up about it. We learn.

She also told me about her medical history. That doesn't scare me off either. If it did, I wouldn't be here right now."

Mr. Adams shifted his weight in his chair.

"Wally, we have a more liberal attitude about sex that what you've probably grown up with. No, we don't have orgies here or anything like that, but after our kids turned 18, they were free to bring home partners to their bed.

Yet, you're the first one for her to bring home. I assumed she had other motives. Whether she does or not, Doris and I are okay."

My first impression I had of nudism when Candy first mentioned it to me was that a bunch of people having group sex. I wasn't too surprised about their more liberal attitude about sex. Even Tammy's parents had no problem with me spending the night.

My parents were far more conservative. I could never bring Candy home and have sex in their home with her. I was sitting at the table drinking Kool-Aid and listening to her father essentially giving his blessing to have sex with his daughter.

I thought back to that night with Tammy. She walked me into her parent's bedroom where her mother's breasts were exposed to me. Then, the next morning she walked into Tammy's room while I was on my back and completely undressed.

What kind of people was I attracting? The biggest difference was that I had some time to get to know a lot more about Candy. My night with Tammy was more like a dare or a challenge between her and her friends to see which ones can be the wildest for one night. I was just the lucky beneficiary. If not me, it would have just as easily been someone else.

Mrs. Adams had been mostly silent during this time, but she finally spoke up.

"You know, Wally, you've had casual sex. Now you have taken a liking to my baby girl and yet haven't had sex with her...yet. I'm both surprised and impressed. Look, just like Wayne said, you two could have easily snuck away somewhere to do it."

I never thought of that possibility while at church camp. I had thought of her sexually, but not to sneak away somewhere. I was content with the short times we had alone to visit.

Mrs. Adams wasn't done.

"Wally, we don't have a lot of nudist friends. Essentially, it's just Bob and Sue...along with Clark and Angie from the springs. They come into town to visit us and vice versa. They live over an hour away. With everyone else, we behave just like any other family does, although we wished it was more nudist...let's just say nudist comfortable.

Most people know about us. Some avoid us. Others accept us. I know we're not conventional in our attitudes, but we're true to ourselves.

We really are just the average family in many ways. We're simple, middle class folks that loves our family. You don't have to become part of the nudist culture to get along with us. Our daughter-in-law took a while before she got comfortable swimming in our pool with us. She still doesn't get undressed in front of us at any other time.

Still, she's comfortable enough with us to allow us to practice nudism around her. That means a lot to us. Who knows, maybe she'll change someday."
Candy had been strangely quiet. I looked at her and sensed that she wanted to say something but had held her tongue. She gave me a slight smile then began to talk.

"Wally, I know all this talk about being nude and sex...and all that stuff...is making you a little uncomfortable. Sweetie, I'm really sorry. If I wasn't so damn serious about you, I wouldn't have you here listening to all of this. This is my family. I love them dearly. I want you to learn to love them as well...even if you might think they're nuts."

That remark had me laughing. That caused a chain reaction of laughter from all of us.

"Not nuts," I argued. "I can feel the love in this room between you all. Nothing nuts about that. If that's nutty, then this world could use a lot more nutty families that like to be naked."

Candy reached over and hugged me.

"That might have been the sweetest thing you've said so far, Wally. I'm going to share something else about us if Mom and Dad don't mind."

She looked at her parents.

"You know, about you and Dad and Uncle Bob and Aunt Sue. You know, the extra stuff?"

"Maybe a later time," her dad answered. "That's a more sensitive subject."

Candy didn't agree.

"Dad, he's not going anywhere. He's a keeper. I really like him, and I know he feels the same about me. It might even be love. If nothing else, he has the good sense to keep some things quiet."

I watched her dad and mom. Her mom finally agreed to tell me what Candy was talking about.

"Wally, nudism itself has nothing to do with sex. The two are separate. Nudists, however, are usually much more comfortable talking about sex because they're more open and the nudist experience is a socially binding experience as well.

If you ever try it, I'm betting that you'll understand quickly. I think it's sad that more people don't give it a try...but it does have a social stigma attached to it.

Of course, being exposed to the opposite gender, you'll notice physical qualities of others; especially the opposite sex. Boobs, butts, cocks, and so forth are there for all to see.

With Bob and Sue, things got closer than we ever expected. My brother-in-law is one of my best friends, along with his wife, Sue. The same can be said about Wayne being on of Sue's best friends.

Over time, that friendship became more than just a hug. The kids weren't suppose to know about it, but they would catch Bob patting me on the ass or Sue patting Wayne on the ass and began to wonder."

"Uh, Mom," Candy said, interrupting her mother. "I also saw Uncle Bob grabbing your tits a couple times...and Aunt Sue loves to brush the back of her hand against Dad's cock."

Mrs. Adams laughed.

"Yes, dear. You're right. I was just trying to keep it as clean as possible for Wally's sake.

We didn't intend for the kids to find out, but it's probably good that they did.

Wally, anyhow, you've heard some of the most intimate parts about our lives. You're still sitting here so I assume that we haven't scared you away yet."

I wasn't scared away. Not close. There was something refreshing about the level of openness about them. I also understood why Candy had been so transparent about her past sexual adventures. Being so open was a part of her life.

Something about that resonated with me. Again, I was thinking about that night with Tammy. Seeing her mother topless. Her seeing me on the bed naked. The nonchalant manner in which they treated it.

Were they nudists also? I never found out for sure, but I suspect that there must have been a level of comfort in their home about nudity and sexuality.

This time, I knew that Candy wasn't bringing me home as part of some dare or girlfriend challenge. This was real. I didn't worry about being sent home and never being together again with her. I knew that at the right time, there would be plenty of sex to keep me going for years.

"Wally," Candy said quietly, "If you had wanted sex there at the camp, it would have happened. Not in the woods, though. I've been there enough times as a kid and as a counselor to know where the good spots are.

You didn't press for it. I didn't want to be too pushy about it. Just like you said, we had a lot of fun talking.

Mom. Dad. This guy shares a similar sense of humor as we all do. He doesn't take himself too seriously. We met because we were making faces at each other while eating spaghetti. Can you believe meeting over something as silly as that?"

Suddenly, Mr. Adams changed the subject.

"Wally, how handy are you with tools?"

I was surprised at the question, but also relieved that we were getting off the subject of naked bodies and sex. I had begun to get hard thinking about the potential of seeing Candy's naked body...and even that of her mother...who still looked very attractive in her late 40s.

"Well, I'm somewhat handy. I've changed light switches and I've replaced two ballasts at the restaurant.

My plumbing experience is limited to running a snake down the toilet, although I helped my dad build a barbeque deck and patio at the back of our house."

"I doubt you'd be building any decks, but I have a proposal for you to think about."

I wasn't sure where he was going with this talk, especially after the abrupt change of subjects.

"Wally, I'm the Maintenance manager for the school district. I have four guys working under me in maintenance and 8 custodians working under me.

One of my maintenance guys just retired. I need to replace him. After what Cal told me about your work, I'd like you to apply for that job.

The pay is respectable, not great. The benefits are outstanding though. Full medical, dental, and vision. Generous vacation package. Great retirement plan.

I would be on the interview committee with Keith Elder, the district superintendent, and Clay Meadows, the assistant. However, with my influence, I suspect that you're chances of getting hired are good.

Whatever you don't know already, there will be someone to teach you. The other three guys will help you. The youngest guy is just 26 and was in those shoes just a few years ago.

And...something else...I turn 55 in 4 years. By that time, I will have a full retirement package due. If you get hired on and do the kind of work that Cal says you do, you could apply to replace me.

No promises. I won't have any influence in that decision except to give you a good reference. Still, something to think about."

I wasn't sure what to say. I was excited. Full time work with full benefits? I felt like I'd struck the jackpot. Sexy girlfriend, cool parents, and a good chance at a career in maintenance.

"Thank you, sir," I said with conviction. "If I get on, I promise you on my life that I'll make you proud."

Candy moved to sit on my lap and gave me a full kiss on the lips. The goodnight kiss the night before was much quicker and not as emphatic as this one.

"Isn't this great? I told you that you'd love meeting my parents. Dad, thank you so much. I had no idea you would do that for him."

"Instincts, honey. Instincts...what Cal said about him. How he sat here and listened to us. How he didn't try rushing you into sex. I like this kid."

"So do I," added Mrs. Adams. "I think you might have found a keeper."

I tried not to blush, but I failed. It felt so good to be liked so much by her family.

"Thank you, Mrs. Adams."

"Another thing," her dad said. "Kid, you have great manners. Mr. Mrs. Sir. Ma'am...but around here, let's keep it informal. We're just Wayne and Doris, okay? You know we're her parents. Wayne and Doris, okay?"

"Yes sir...I mean Wayne. Forgive me if it takes some time to get used to that."

"That's fine, kiddo. Nothing wrong with having great manners. I still expect you have manners and be a gentleman. Let's just be on a first name basis, okay?"

"I like that," I said as I nodded towards Doris.

Candy wanted to show me around the house. It wasn't a big house, but that wasn't her real motive.

It was a cursory tour. A peek out the back door to see the doughboy pool. A peek into the her parent's bedroom, her brother's old room, and then finally, her room.

She shut the door behind us.

She began to kiss me with reckless abandon.

We stood near the door and kissed for several minutes; out tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths. The passion was at a peak. The fact that her parents were in another room just a few feet away didn't matter.

She pulled off her camp shirt. As I had suspected, there was no bra underneath.

Her breasts were unusual from the others I had seen because although they were somewhat smallish (a B cup) her areolas were large and puffy. Her nipples were thick and the moment I put the tip of my tongue on them, they hardened immediately.

She wanted this as much as I did. She said so. She wanted to do it at camp but decided to come home first.

"Why?" I asked. "If there was a safe space, why not?"

She kissed me full on the lips again.

"Because I've never sat down as much with a guy before and got to know him like I did you. You have no idea how great that felt after a married guy and an engaged guy.

If only I had met you first."

We rushed to remove each other's clothes. I was treated to the sight of her silky, dark brown bush which covered her entire region between her thighs.

She wasted no time getting on her bed and spreading her legs for me. As I got on top of her, she guided my cock into her dripping wet pussy.

Once I began to slowly push in and pull out of her, she began making a humming noise. It wasn't a tune, just a monotone hum that she repeated often.

Once I could no longer hold out, I shot my entire load into her tight hole. I collapsed to the side of her and she looked at my face and flashed a broad smile.

"That was definitely the best, babe. The best. Sex with someone that I know is a true friend.

You have no idea how happy you've made me since we met last Monday. You have no idea how happy you made me today with the way you impressed Mom and Dad.

I was shocked that Dad would even suggest helping you get a job at the District. I mean...seriously...you must have made a damn good impression on him."

"Well, you might have to give my boss a little credit there as well," I said. "But yeah, I had no idea the day would turn out like this.

Of course, meeting my parents will be something different. I don't have to tell them that you and your family are nudists, but you know they'd find out eventually."

"Let me know when you're ready, Wally, she answered, "I can handle the questions and the criticism. I'm used to it by now."

I wasn't convinced.

"Maybe, but you're the nudist that's dating their son. My parents are very old-fashioned, especially Mom. She still thinks I'm a virgin."

Candy laughed.

"You're kidding me? She doesn't know that you've had sex before?"

I nodded my head no.

"Nah...that would probably end up with me getting a lecture about fornicating."

"Let's go over there now. I'll follow you over."

I tried to convince her to wait, but she was adamant.

"Wally, I promise to be very polite and mature. I'm not going to argue with them. If it gets too tough, I may go home, though. I hope you understand...but I promise to not make a scene."

I called my parents to tell them I'd be bringing a girl home to meet them. Mom sounded excited. I had never brought a girl home to them. Like Candy, it was always just sexual conquests rather than a serious girlfriend. I already knew that Candy was different.

It didn't go well. Candy kept her word. Mom referred to her as a hussy. Dad was mostly quiet. Mom never raised her voice until I finally told her that we had already made love.

"Really? You finally do it and it's with a nudist? Wally? What's gotten into you?"

When I told her that I'd had three lovers before Candy, Mom tried to deflect it back to Candy.

"Still not as many as that skinny brunette sitting there," she said, pointing at Candy.

"No, more than me," replied Candy calmly. "He's now had 4. I've only had 3."

"3 or 4 doesn't matter if you're not married. Don't even think that you can bring her into your bedroom here...and don't even think that you can just walk around the house naked around here."

"I agree with your mother, son. Still have to respect the rules of our home."

"Mr. Hampton, I fully agree with you," Candy said candidly.

"That's the misconception about many of us. I'm here to meet you two, not convert you or challenge any rules.

We have many non-nudist friends. They feel comfortable in our home. We don't push our lifestyle on others. There are members of our church that can come over and feel right at home."

"Well, that ain't our church, that's for sure. I'm not sure what's in that water over there in Shaver but keep it away from us."

"Just Christian love and understanding", Mrs. Hampton, Candy said humbly.

"I don't need some heathen nudist lecturing me on love and understanding. You aren't qualified for that."

Although Candy kept a calm exterior, I knew that she was getting frustrated when she got up and walked to the door.

"Wally, it's time for me to go home. Call me tonight, okay?"

She walked to her car as I gave my mother an angry look.

"So much for Christian hospitality, huh? I said in anger and frustration.

"You're not qualified to lecture me on that either, kid. Cut it out."

"Mom, all I know is that she was here for less than an hour and you didn't even offer her a drink. Even Jesus treated the woman caught in adultery better than you treated her.

Mom...Dad...I'll be moving out as soon as I find a place. I can't afford much, but I may have worn out my welcome here."

Dad made it clear that I had a place to live, but that I wouldn't be tying up his phone to talk to Candy and they'd prefer that she didn't come around.

My mind was made up. As I left the house, Mom asked where I was going.

"Apartment hunting. If Candy isn't welcomed, neither am I."

First, I called Candy's house. Doris answered the phone and said that Candy had just pulled up in front of the house.

She must have sensed something was wrong. I told her.

"Forget the apartment. Save your money. Move in here. Wayne will welcome you. You can share Candy's room or have your own across the hall."

I thanked her but tried to convince her that I could handle it on my own.

"I'm sure you can, sweetheart. No doubt you can. You're that kind of kid. It's not necessary. If it makes you feel better, give us maybe a 100 per month to offset the grocery costs."

By that time Doris told Candy that I was on the phone.

Candy told me to get there immediately. It wasn't a request. It was a demand.

"I want you here. Go back home and get a few clothes, especially your work clothes."

I apologized for my mother's behavior. I didn't expect them to welcome her as warmly as I was welcomed, but I didn't expect OR appreciate the insults.

"That's your mother, not you," replied Candy. "I know who and what you are. That's why you're so welcome here."

I went back home and packed a couple of trash bags of clothes and a few personal items. Mom guessed correctly when I told her I was moving out immediately. She knew where I was going.

She had a few words, but Dad was completely silent. I wasn't sure he was in complete agreement with Mom, but he wasn't going to interfere.

My mother has always been a kind and loving person. However, her attitudes about sex and nudity are more suitable for the Puritan era. I hit a nerve with her, but I held out hope that being gone and avoided them for a period of time might soften their hearts.

I would go back at a later time when I knew they wouldn't be home and finish packing. For now, I was headed to the Adams' home.

"Those bags go in my room," Candy said immediately as her mother let me in the front door.

"Come over here and sit down," Wayne said, motioning me to join him on the couch.

"First of all Wally, what happened at your home wasn't your fault. Second, this is your house as long as you're here. That fridge, that pool, the furnishings...it's yours to use."

Doris added something as well.

"Wally, do what you can to help out. If you want to give us some money for groceries, that's fine. If you want to buy your own sodas, you're free to do so. If you want to buy some groceries, that would help.

Like Wayne said, most of all, make yourself at home. Whatever you and Candy want to do, she's an adult and it's no business of ours. One thing, though. No alcohol here. Wayne had a drinking problem when he was young. He's been clean for 22 years. We plan on keeping it that way.

Also, and I hope this isn't a problem, but sex should always be behind closed doors. We may be open-minded and not ashamed of our bodies, but sex should remain private."

That was no problem for me. I wasn't sure how long I'd stay there. I had thought of moving out before this incident, so I was going to look around. It was nice, however, to have such a loving family to take in a guy they had just met.

Her mom had a full pot of white beans with ham on the stove and some cornbread in the oven. After the day I'd had, that meal felt like the best I'd ever had.

Sitting at the table and visiting like a member of the family. I know they wanted to know more about me, but I wanted to know more about them as well.

The nudism subject came up. That was inevitable. I got a peek into their culture and values.

Nudists aren't monolithic. They come in all shapes and sizes. All religions and political convictions. Rich, poor, middle class.

Candy's family was clearly middle class. There was nothing fancy about them or their lifestyle. A modest home, honest furnishings, two cars that were both 10 years old. The Doughboy pool in the backyard was several years old. Every April it was put out and each October it was put away for the winter.

Because of the financial windfall that Sue had inherited, she and Bob were able to live a little nicer, but Wayne and Doris assured me that they still shared similar values and were very generous in sharing their blessings with friends and family.

Nearly all family gatherings were at their home. They had the space and more importantly, a large heated pool to use year-round.

At the end of the meal, the family convened in the living room. This was another opportunity for conversation. They were doing everything they could to make me comfortable.

7pm. Time for the pool to cool off.

Candy looked at me. I knew exactly what she was thinking.

"Yes. If you all like going in the pool in your birthday suits, I'm fine with it. Hell, I'll join you."

I surprised myself with my proclamation and boldness. Maybe it was the moment. I was relaxed. Candy looked at me and gave me that sweet smile...and immediately disrobed.

I tried not to notice Candy's mom as she disrobed, but it was impossible to not notice her curvy figure. She had larger breasts than Candy and a slightly larger and more rounded ass.

I knew that the best strategy for me was to get undressed and into the cool water. That would leave me exposed for a much shorter time, and the cool water would help keep an erection from getting larger.

Doris wasn't even watching when I disrobed. She didn't show any special interest in seeing me nude.

Oddly enough, after about 5 minutes of being in the pool with them, I was in a deep conversation about the differences in our churches. I had temporarily forgotten that I was even nude. Suddenly, it seemed so natural to me.

Although the Doughboy pool was only 15 feet across, I swam a few "laps" back and forth. Growing up, I often went to the community pool and enjoyed swimming.

It was great exercise and I was told I was good at it, especially the backstroke.

I realized that doing the backstroke left my cock clearly visible to everyone, but I quit caring. I was so impressed at how comfortable I had become with Candy's parents although I'd known them less than a day.
Nudity around the house became common with me living there. Yes, I noticed and appreciated the fine form on Candy's mother, but her maternal instincts were so strong that I could only look at her as a second mom. The thought of doing anything other than that was unheard of. I loved that woman for being a kind and caring person to a kid that was heartbroken by his own mother.

Monday night, Candy invited her friends Dar and Sheila for a swim. She noted that they were both comfortable being naked with her family.

She had known Sheila since high school and had met Dar about a year prior. Dar worked at one of the Shell offices.

Sheila came in and introduced herself. Sheila was somewhat heavy, although not obese by any means. She had a pleasant face and judging by the interactions she had with Candy's parents, she had been a regular guest for years. 6 years to be exact.

It was when Dar came over that I was nearly at a loss for words.

Dar was Darlene. Darlene Fulmer from the back of the bus coming home on our senior trip. Darlene that openly flirted with me and was unashamed to show me her naked body.

"I'll be damned. Wally Hampton?"

She hugged me tightly. "Great to see you Wally. It's been a while."

I looked at Candy. I could tell she was wondering how Dar knew me.

I motioned for Candy to meet me in her room quickly. I explained how I knew Dar and that she was the one I told her about on the bus.

Candy wasn't happy.

"Well, I told her about my new boyfriend and that his name was Wally. I don't think she associated that with you. Still...she better understand that you aren't available.

That hug she gave you wasn't quite tight."

She wasn't smiling. I sensed a little jealousy. I spoke quickly to try to end her concerns.

"Honey, one night in the back of the bus. We didn't even make out. I did with Tammy a lot, obviously. A little with Peggy. Dar only flirted. She played with her boobs and rubbed her crotch while looking at me.

Why in the world would I want her now? I have you. I have your family also. No way in hell I'm giving that up. If she can't behave, I'll set her straight quickly. You won't have to."

She seemed slightly more at ease, but the tension was still there.

We were in the room less than 3 minutes. When we got out, the girls had already removed their clothes and grabbed some towels for all of us.

"Remember this?" Dar asked immediately while her hand was on her hairy muff.

"Yes. Two years ago. I'm quite happy with Candy now. We're here to swim, right?'

"Of course. That was a lot of fun, though. Too bad we couldn't have done something that night."

I could tell Candy was holding her tongue.

We got in the pool and within a minute, Dar got in front of me and reached behind her and grabbed my cock and balls.

I jumped back.

"Swimming only!" I said with a raised voice.

That got Candy's attention.

"Hey, if you're willing to show your stuff to me and Sheila, I figured you wouldn't mind if I got a feel or two. Feel free to do whatever you want with me."

Candy got out of the pool immediately.

"Go home, Dar. Now. Never come back. I didn't invite you over to screw my boyfriend. I don't know how in the hell you got an idea like that."

"I'm sorry, Candy. I mean, you had Cliff and he was engaged. I figured you were into that stuff."

"You fuckin' moron, I never knew he was engaged until I accidentally met his fiancé. After that, I've had nothing to do with that creep. You know that also. Get out!"

That was as angry as I'd ever seen Candy. She handled difficulty in her life so graciously. To see her this angry...and use that kind of language...showed me a side of her I'd never seen before.

Dar left. Candy followed her to the front door and made sure she drove away.

That left me alone with Sheila.

"Wally, I'm not like that. I've known Candy for a long time. I've never seen her this pissed. God, she's always so calm and easy going."

It was difficult to not appreciate Sheila's assets...especially her breasts. They were huge. Bigger than Peggy's were that night on the bus. She was a heavier blonde, but her face was pretty, she had bright blue eyes, and she had a warm smile.

We talked for at least 4 minutes while Candy and her family escorted Dar from the premises.

Candy came back, obviously shaken. I got out of the pool and held her.

"I can't believe she'd do that," Candy kept repeating.

"I can't either," agreed Sheila. "That's about as low as you can get. What was she expecting tonight? An orgy?"

"Damned if I know," replied Candy, "but she'd better look elsewhere."

Her parents came out to join us. Sheila did her best to change the subject and get Candy back to the goofy character we all knew and loved.

It didn't take long to realize why Sheila was probably her best friend. Candy trusted her. Candy never seemed worried that her best friend would make a sexual move on her boyfriend.

Between myself, Sheila, and her parents, Candy began to be her old self. She apologized for her behavior, but there was no need to apologize.

"Wally, I got you. I want you. I'm not interested in sharing you. What we have is much more than just bedroom fun. I don't care how many girls see you naked, but I'm the only one that gets more.

You know, you could have let her keep sneaking feels behind my back, but you stopped it. You could have snuck some feels, but resisted. Thank you. I love you more than ever."

The rest of the evening was a lot of fun. By the end of the evening when Sheila had to leave, I felt like I'd gained a sister. I suspected I'd be seeing a lot more of her in the future.

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Later in the week, when her mother realized that I was still looking for an apartment, she pulled me aside. I was home alone with her until Candy and her dad came home from work.

She sat in the recliner, nude, and motioned for me to sit on the couch.

"Why, Wally? If you just have to get out, Wayne and I will respect that, but you are very welcome to stay here for a lot longer. Don't rush to get out because you think you're putting us out.

We have thoroughly enjoyed having you here the past few days. You work the graveyard shift and sleep during the day. Since you're dressed, I assume you are looking around again."

I couldn't lie. I was looking around. However, I was looking around for myself and Candy. I sensed that Candy hadn't told her that. I would leave that up to Candy to tell her parents.

"It's just that I do feel like I need to. You and Wayne have made me feel like one of your own. You've done nothing wrong. It's just the sense of doing the responsible thing."

She smiled at me. Her smile was so similar to Candy's. It was large, yet warm and genuine.

"The responsible thing to do would be stay here as long as you can and save some money. If you get on at the district, maybe you can save enough to buy a place instead of renting.

That's just my suggestion, but it's a sincere one. My daughter is one very happy young lady right now. She's had some rough times in her young life. You've accepted her despite her problems.

I'm not going to lie to you Wally. Most guys, especially nice looking guys like you, don't find girls like Candy that attractive. Add her physical problems when she was younger and two very poorly thought out affairs...along with being barren...and most guys would have taken off running."

The part about her not being attractive bothered me.

I wasn't going to pretend that she was the hottest girl I've ever seen. Being objective, I was aware of what many guys would consider flaws on her.

I knew she probably had an average face to most guys. Her breasts weren't large. She had a small, shapeless butt. She was tall, skinny, and not too athletic.

She did have great legs, though.

"Doris, I'm not sure what other guys are looking for. Thank you for the compliment on my looks, but I do see Candy as an attractive girl and with her quirky personality, it makes her even more attractive...

Of course, I know a quirky personality when I see one. I'm kind of strange sometimes. We both find humor in mundane things. We both have kind of a risqué sense of humor. Our compatibility is amazing.

I know I'm talking about your daughter, but as far as I'm concerned, she is hot. She's got great legs and as far as I'm concerned, her body is quite fine. I've had three other lovers and each of them was just some carnal pleasure. Candy goes past that."

It was strange talking her mother about her daughter in such an intimate way, but Doris just listened and nodded. Then smiled again.

"Stay around, okay Wally? I don't care if you live here for two or three more years. I sense that you and Candy are probably a permanent item. I'm not rushing anything, but it sure looks like true love to me...kind of what it was like when I met Wayne."

I went back to Candy's room and disrobed. I was on her bed reading when Candy came through the door.

"Did you shop around today?"

"No, your mother kind of stopped me," I said to her with a grin.

"Huh?" I'm not sure where her mind went, but it wasn't where mine was.

"She insisted that I stay here. That simple. Go ahead and ask her. I had seen a one bedroom for 400. I could afford that. Before I could get out the door, she stopped me. Didn't even bother getting dressed to tell me."

Candy laughed.

"That sounds like mom. I think she forgets that she's even naked most of the time."

I was serious, though.

"If it's okay with you, I'll stay here in your room. If not, I'll take the room across the hall."

Candy took off her clothes completely and quickly. She got on top of me while I was on my back.

"You ain't goin' anywhere, baby. This isn't my bed anymore. It's our bed. You got that?"

She began to smother me with kisses and had my cock and balls in her hand...alternating between rolling my balls in her fingers and stroking my cock.

"How's that for an answer?" she asked rhetorically.

She shut the door behind her and got back on the bed and straddled my cock, guiding into her wetness.

"Running away from home, huh?" she joked while moving up and down on me.

"Across the hall my ass," she continued as her speed picked up.

"You ain't getting away from me that easy, baby. Good luck with that."

All the time, she had that beautiful, yet wicked smile. She was enjoying giving me a hard time. It just turned me on even more.

I finally came inside of her. She collapsed her nude body on top of mine.

"Damn, that's some good exercise. See what you did?

Again, that awesome smile.

"I love you Wally Hampton. If I never get another gift in my life, I got you. That's enough."

"I love you too, doll. What an amazing woman you are."

We had told each other we loved one another before, but for me, this seemed about as deep and emotional as any before. It didn't seem right that someone I'd known less than two weeks could mean so much to me.

She looked at the cum in her pussy hair and on my belly.

"Shower anyone?" she said, knowing the obvious answer.

Their shower wasn't large and fortunately for us, we were both thin enough to make it work...although it led to a lot of bumping together and touching. No complaints from either or us, though.

Within three weeks, I was offered the job at the School District. I gave Cal my two weeks' notice but offered to fill in a few hours if ever needed in the evenings.

He was disappointed but understood. All his employees were in entry level positions. The guys almost always moved on to something better. The women often stayed around since they were supplementing their husband's income.

The hours were 7-4 Monday through Friday. Candy always got off at 3:30. It was perfect for us so we could spend more time together, especially on weekends.

Right before the school year started, Doris received a phone call on a Friday night right after we'd finished in the pool.

It was my mom. I had never given her their phone number. She had called Cal. He explained that I no longer worked there.

"It's been over 6 weeks, Wally. I thought you might have finished your temper tantrum by now."

"A temper tantrum, Mom? Seriously?"

My voice was getting sharper. Doris got my attention. She whispered in my ear, "She's still your mother. Don't let her know you're upset. Be the cool one. Be mature."

"Mom, with all due respect, you said some very nasty things about Candy. I love her. As long as she isn't welcome in your home, I can't feel welcomed either."

"But you are welcome, son. Your Dad and I miss you. You haven't even picked up the phone to call us. That hurts.

"Yes, Mom. I'm sure it does. It also hurts that you can't see what an awesome person that Candy is...or what a loving family she has. Whatever idea you have about them I can guarantee you that it's completely wrong."

She finished by saying she just wanted to see how I was doing. She didn't congratulate me on my job. She never seemed to care how Candy was doing.

I asked to talk to Dad. She handed him the phone.

"Dad, I'll be back sometime, I hope. I do wish you and mom would at least give her a chance. Forget the nudism. She's got a good job, she's responsible, and we're saving our money for a house someday."

"Getting married?" he asked.

"No immediate plans, but I certainly see that in our future. We are firmly committed to each other."

"Well, in God's eyes, you're probably already married then," Dad said, sounding frustrated.

"Dad, if you think in God's eyes we're already married, then maybe it's time you get to know your new daughter-in-law?"

"I'll talk to your mother. Good to hear from you, son. Miss having you around here."

I handed the phone to Doris and went immediate to our bedroom. I was hurting again. Hurting inside. I loved my parents dearly, but I had to take a stand and defend Candy. It was the right thing to do.

Doing the right thing and doing the easiest thing is seldom compatible. This was no different.

Doris put on a robe and sat down on the bed next to me...then hugged me tightly. m

That's all it took. All the tears I had fought finally escaped. Doris patiently held me as I let out my hurt. Candy finally came in.

I looked at them both.

"I love my parents so much," I said while trying to compose myself. I want to see them so badly, but only if Candy can go with me."

Candy took over and held me tight.

"Baby, thank you so much. I know this hurts. I'm just so happy that my parents accept and appreciate you."

"Wally," Doris began. "You're family to us. We love you like you are one of our own."

I couldn't thank them enough for their kindness. I apologized for crying like a baby.

"Men cry, Wally," Doris said. "I mean, Wayne was a mess when his dad passed. You're hurting a lot. We're here for you."

Another hug from mother and daughter.

Sometime during the next week, without my knowledge, Doris called my mom. She told her how distraught I was after that phone call. Surprisingly, she agreed to a dinner invitation from Doris and Wayne.

Rules were simple. Fully clothed. Doris and Wayne would make themselves available for any questions...as long as name-calling and accusations were absent.

In other words, an adult setting with an exchange of ideas. Doris promised that they'd listen to any objections.

I was surprised when Mom and Dad came through the front door and the first thing they did was to hug me tightly. I knew I was missed, but the intensity of the hugs surprised me.

Mom was very cordial. During dinner conversation she interacted mostly with Candy and her mother. Her mother must have made an impression on Mom because once the dinner table was cleared, Mom addressed Candy.

"Candy, you are very welcomed in our home. We apologize for being so judgmental. I've talked to you mother on the phone and here. I talked to your pastor."

"I'm still not onboard with the lifestyle, but we both love Wally and that's a good start for us. As long as you respect our home, you can come over whenever you wish...even without Wally if you so wish."

That was a complete 180 from the mother I had last talked to. There was never a problem from then on. My new family had always respected the boundaries of others. They weren't crusaders or rebels. They didn't do it for shock. They just honestly believed in the physical and psychological benefits of nudism.

I had become a believer myself. I appreciated the freedom of being nude at home. It wasn't about seeing different naked females. I had been to Uncle Bob and Aunt Sue's home. They welcomed me warmly and Uncle Bob and I shared an interest in chess. I had been on the Chess Team in high school.

He was amazed that I was able to defeat him in only 9 moves. I was the area champion for a reason.

He vowed to get better and give me a better rematch. I couldn't wait.

It wasn't hard to see why Wayne liked Aunt Sue so much. She was a very attractive lady with large breasts. She was also a good swimmer and was able to beat me in any race; no matter what style.

They had a much nicer home and they knew that during the colder months, especially, that their heated pool would get used a lot. That's what they wanted. It wasn't unusual to get together with them at least a couple nights per week.

So much had happened in such a relatively short time. I had grown to love Candy's family as my own.

Dinner conversations were always the most entertaining. We could go from serious to ridiculously hilarious in a few seconds. Any and all subject matters were fair game.

Everything. Politics. Religion. Jobs. Friends and Families. Personal fears. Sex. Nudism.

Sex and nudism were seldom discussed once I had become comfortable in my new home. Sometimes, sex would be discussed in a humorous way. Breasts, genitalia, orgasms, etc. were frequent objects of humor.

I learned that it was best to laugh at myself as much as anyone else. I didn't sit at a dinner table that had any great physical characteristics. We just loved and accepted one another.

Thin or fat. Hung well or not. Big boobs or small. None of those things mattered. What did matter was that the quality of the person. Over the years, I met several others that shared the same attitudes. Not once was anyone's physical appearance a matter of importance. We're all treated with love and respect.

My parents did improve in their relationship with Candy. Mom learned to love her; although she never understood the lifestyle. Once Mom began to accept her, Dad followed suit. Personally, I never sensed that Dad disliked her.

The job was perfect for me. Candy and I had to wait until her dad retired before we could get married. Nepotism rules forbade relatives from working in a subordinate role under another.

Two weeks after Wayne's retirement, Candy and I were married in a simple ceremony at her parent's house. Yes, it was clothed since there were some that wouldn't have attended a nude wedding.

Prior to marrying, we did purchase a home in Shaver. Of course, we had to get a house with a pool in the back. We put out extra dollars to have it heated.

As her parents, Uncle Bob, and Aunt Sue got older, our home became the hub for family nude evenings.

We've made some good friends in the past 14 years since we learned of a nudist resort about a 3 hour drive north of us. We usually spend one weekend each month there.

We have never swapped like her parents did with Uncle Bob and Aunt Sue. There have been a couple of opportunities, but we've declined. Pushing 60 years old, we're content with our lifetime bed partners.

I retired two years ago, and Candy retires later this year. There will be some minor traveling for us, but we won't stray too far from home since our parents are all in their 80s and need us. I'll never forget the times we truly needed them. They were there for us and we will always do the same for them.