Chapter 18-4
A Nudist Paradise
Part 5
The actual party didn't start until seven, so we had some time to kill until the rest of my friends and the rest of the nudist that were coming would be here. The evening that was planned was something Bishop Earl and Mr. Stringham have been doing for a few years now according to Greg; he was a little surprised like I was for two simple reasons. One he was an LDS Bishop and the second. He only thought his family was only into family nudism, not a full-blown nudist.
His Mom and Dad said they were waiting until they got old enough to learn the true secret. It started to make sense as the pieces clicked into place. How comfortable Bishop Earl was, and his wife were that night I had introduced Greg for the first time to experiences true Nudism experience, and kissed me and the other boys soon after that night. The other piece that now made sense was seeing his Dad walk into Greg's room and say nothing and how comfortable he was with me getting "acquainted with Greg."
Most parents would have freaked out, seeing me kissing their son with our arms wrapped around us standing in only in our boxers, but they weren't. How his parents used me as their personal chew toy during Greg's first sensual and sexual bath. Unafraid to kiss me and how each of them gave me a wildly quick sample in front of Greg.
I felt so used on so many levels, but I had no regrets either and neither did Greg, Chad, or Cindy. With that being said, I still had time for a little one-on-one with Greg and Chad, so I had thought. Telling me that Cindy and "the girls" meaning more than two, had big plans for me tonight. That I had to be fully dressed minus my shoes because like my parents they didn't like us to wear shoes in the house unless it was a quick visit, and this was anything but.
The events planned were dinner, dancing, and mingling with the other nudists in the area. Everything else was included in the benefits package, meaning hot and wild sex and stimulation. That would be allowed once the kids were sent to bed or had gone home for the evening.
And just like home, homework it had to be done even though mine and Adam's were done. Jake's wasn't. I groaned inwardly as I sat down at one of the tables with books and notebook paper. Telling Jake to write his paper, for Mrs. Hothner titled: 'What freedom means to me.' While I quickly underlined and butchered as well as dissected the book How to Win Friends and Influence People.
One of the most boring books I have ever laid eyes on, when I much more rather be looking at girl's breasts and getting "to know them better" as they pass by me, rubbing my bare back and chest. Asking me how it cum-ing as they stroked me a little. Man, I was horny. I had yet to take another pill to "rectify" the situation. Sixteen-year-old boy hormones were bad enough. Yet it did wonders for Jake because it inspired him, and knowing he wouldn't get thrown out of class and sent down to Mr. Brady's office if it sounded a little porn-ish.
Yet also gave me inspiration regarding my paper in the friend's book. I wasn't about to turn down a chance to knock that one off my list of the two books. I needed to read and do a report on for Social Studies, which Adam's Dad taught. Giving some highlights on the book adding to make friends with nudists. Knowing the entire school knew I was and my Rothwell family and many of my friends, if not all of them.
So, while Jake wrote his, I wrote mine, as well, or typed it. Using Greg's manual typewriter as I waited for two of Jake's pages. So, I could type them and give me something to start on. Letting Greg's Mom and Dad go over both of them with a fine-tooth comb. Because we couldn't ask Adam's Dad to do it because that would be cheating. And my Rothwell parents wouldn't be here until close to dinnertime. By that time, the party will have started.
Tuesday and Wednesday seemed so far away, but in my reality, it was like it was hours away or minutes away. In the words of Uncle Jake Stake's house on Food Network. 'We banged that one out America, on to the next one.' Cheesy but so true.
Normally, most people would be fully dressed for dinner, even more so when invited to a dinner party. Let me remind you we aren't normal and nor is this dinner party for normal people. As they come dressed in just a robe or come fully dressed except for the ones that would be participating in the games and the people that would remove their clothes once they are inside these walls. That sits on two and a half acres of land fenced in with eight-foot-tall wooden fencing and not a house in sight for at least a quarter mile if that in any direction, even if they were nudists.
Yet over the years, all that land has turned into houses, taking away its majestic beauty and privacy. For the moment, it was mostly a parking lot for our nudist guests. Where else would you put over a hundred nudist guests, not in an LDS church house, that's for certain? Now that would be an experience and an eye opener as someone walked in, seeing a bunch of naked people walking the church building and the gym. I could only imagine what would happen that following Sunday and the Sundays to come. An Eye opener indeed.
I soon learned I wasn't the only boy or girl besides Billy. That had been told to be fully dressed, seeing many of us teenage boys and girls still fully dressed. While we waited for some little private time with our girls and boys who wanted to unwrap us. Jake and Adam, as well as Greg and Chad, had received similar invites to the after-party in Greg's and Chad's room.
Billy too had three of them himself when my mother giggled, reading our invitations to Greg's room or Chad's room. That we were kicked out of by Cindy and other girls, with a sign stating a private party invitation only is allowed in this room. If not sorry folks, you have somewhere else to be. Similar to one of the many tents that had been set up along the fence, which will be open later to the public. Or there is always the pool or the hot tub. The tub room was off limits to everyone else except close family and friends, which you needed a special key to get in.
I had moved Sparky to prevent people from stepping on him to a safer location like the Earl's laundry room. With a nice bone that would keep him busy for hours, with everything to make him comfortable, the door had been fitted for a lock. To keep people out from ruining the washer and dryer, like using it as a sex machine for the vibrations. Hey, what can I say unless you have never tried it when the washer is in a spin-cycle? It seemed like most of the rooms in the house were locked or being used for various purposes, like a doctor's office with an examination table and nurses.
Seeing people sitting in the hallway waiting their turn, as the new and old members that needed updated membership, including a picture could get it done. Watching Paul and his boys stand against the wall in the buff saying cheese. While the nurse handed them their clothes, they had brought with them or a pair of swim trunks and a shirt with Stringham's store logo on it. Telling them they needed to be dressed before the festivities began. The ones that didn't need to be dressed were the adults or parents unless they weren't participating or wanted to remain neutral.
Paul looked exhausted, and he should be after working like any average nudist person. With a slight sunburn where the sun never really reaches on normal people. I noticed it because he had been shaved completely, and the red blotches said he spent some time in the sun.
Jennie was quite pleased with herself said. "That's a good boy. Now we are going to have a nice dinner and a little dancing. Then I will take you back to Linda's house and we will leave Robert and Michael to it, while I put our two small children to bed. After all, dear, you will be too tired to do too much with that sunburn on your penis. But I got some nice cooling lotion that will fix that, as your screw me and Linda and a couple of nice, lonely nudist wives. I have been admiring that so cute butt of yours. That should teach you not to take five horny pills. Let's see what was it. Five, six, seven times you had to masturbate when you finally got it out of your system?"
I heard Paul give a heavy sigh, wanting to drop right there on the floor when he said. "More sex?"
As she said. "Oh … yes … dear. We are going to have sex all night long. Unlike you, Linda and I have been saving ourselves just for you. Then while we take a breather those two nudist wives will pleasure you in ways that we can't. Isn't that what you said, dear, and why you wanted to become a nudist in the first place because of the sex?"
Paul took a seat, wiping his face with his hands, and said. "All night?" As my mother and his wife reached for his penis, having him cringe in pain as they stroked it, having him say. "Ouch, please don't." They smiled nodding to each other as they each took an arm.
My mother said to me and my friends. "Be sure to save at least one dance for me, boys."
It was nearly six when my friends started to show up and Mom and Dad. Watched them hanging up their robes and given a wristband with their number on it. From the person who was in charge of clothing, pinning a duplicate number on the sleeves of the clothing. I quickly introduced the Cranny's to my friends and their parents who hadn't met them yet.
Watching Paul and his boys Michael and Robert seeing their penises stand up instantly when seeing my Highland friend's sisters and mothers naked. Except for the ones that had chosen to either remain neutral, like Jennie and Jake's parents for now.
I watched his two boys were once more trying to cover up, but it was useless because everywhere they turned were naked girls or women. Jennie quickly had her oldest boys get ready for the party now that they had seen the doctor and had their new membership cards.
We had been given a number to wear on our wrists like a hospital bracelet and were told the find that number on the table and sit there until our numbers were called in the group of teenagers in our age bracket. The number matching our number would be the one on our envelope and inside would be the number that we would be the person unwrapping each other. The rules were simple: we weren't allowed to touch another girl or boy other than kissing; no breasts, no stimulation, nothing until given permission to do so.
According to Mr. Stringham and Bishop Earl, it was a game they liked to play during parties such as these. None of the boys knew who the mystery girl or boy would be they would be dancing with during the first portion of the dance. Except for the dance card, we would be getting in a random order. According to our age group, nor would we know who the girl, girl, boy, or boys that would be unwrapping us during the entertainment portion of tonight's festivities.
As the numbers wouldn't be in plain sight until our personal envelopes were handed out to us, so we wouldn't be able to give away our mystery identity until the envelopes were handed out, my number was ten; a number that I had picked out, out of several on the table.
It was also the number I would be sitting at the table, not knowing who I would be sitting by other than my parents. I was given a duplicate number to put into a big, sealed container for the chance to win a prize if my number was picked. For any of the prizes on the tables lined up against the wall, from boom boxes to gift certificates.
All the boys and girls in my age group and then those special few like Billy, Robert, and Michael also had numbers and also had their own place to sit at the table. None of the numbers were in order and not every chair or place setting had a number in front of it. It was a ranged that way for two reasons: one getting to know other nudists. And two, so you would enjoy the mystery who the girl, girls, boy, or boys that would spend that first hour getting acquainted as they unwrap you.
Not even the strip of condoms that you were given was an indication, of which type of girls you would get. Or the tent you would be going to for that quick one-on-one with the girls or girls or boys that would be doing the honors. Until you open the envelope, find the number of the tent you will be directed to when your number is called.
Greg's room was for later after the dance when the evening was winding down. We all had to show our membership cards to get out to where the festivities would be held. Then, people took the information and added it to a book regarding who we were and how old we were.
Plus, listing what was allowed and what wasn't, telling us it would all be explained during dinner, while they collected the entry fee of five dollars for each child under the age of seven, and ten dollars for anyone older than eight and up, with fifty percent discount for new members.
I always paid my own way, opening my wallet, as I paid for my mother and my brother. Becky, who would be arriving with Jim Bob, and Evan, and they would pay her way in as it was they who had invited her to this so-called study session with her friends. I also paid for Jake and his family and Adam and his family. Thinking it was the least I could do under the circumstances. But my money was refused as Stringham and Bishop Earl had already paid our way because we had helped set up and that included the Crannies.
Each of us boys in our age group was fully dressed as well as the girls waved to one another as we were spread out, while people quickly took their seats. Several empty seats had no numbers around me as well as around the boys and girls that were spread out. I didn't know the boy or girl that had those numbers close by me, Except for Jody, Michael, and Robert. I just knew it wasn't any of my friend's numbers, because they had already taken their seats.
I groaned when Paul sat across from me with his wife on one side and my mother took the other seat next to him as if they were chaperoning him, with Aaron right next to her, who wouldn't be participating in the mystery game nor were Paul's younger children, Tabitha and Christopher, yet they were all naked like the rest of the kids their age group. It was the same with each of my friend's parents taking seats around their boys or girls so they would at least have someone they knew to talk to.
Paul said. "So, this is interesting seeing you among a whole crowd of nudists, and you and your friends are not naked yet or getting some tail or a quick rump on the bed before the party." Jennie grabbed him somewhere, noticing his eyes and face stating he was in pain. Jennie let go. Telling my mother she really was starting to enjoy the benefits of this idea of Paul being naked, as he made that painful look again.
Jennie said. "Now behave yourself, Paul. You were told about how nudists like to play dress-up games. So, stop insulting them or I will stimulate you right here so you can feel the sunburn on your penis and ball sack." Paul cringed again in pain as he quickly apologized to me.
I accepted it by telling him. "I am just waiting until my number is called Paul. You knew that ahead of time, so don't be stupid."
Jennie said. "Yes Paul, don't be stupid, but then again we already know that you are, don't we big boy?"
My adoptive parents took two of the seats next to me and my sister Jody, as well as my sister Kerry and her husband, took the one beside her as Dad introduced them to Paul and Jennie. While my younger brothers Jason and Jared found their number taking seats near us, more like the next table behind us so Mom and Dad would be close by, and it was the same with Michael and Robert being just behind their parent's seats.
While Jonathan took a seat next to Dad, having him explain why his brothers were not naked and he and Mom and Dad were like my mother and my brother except my mother had chosen to wear a robe, but it was open, mostly open. Like I have said my mother is a little shy around large groups of people, even if they are nudists. It didn't matter that she wasn't the only one who didn't have a supermodel body, being a little more on the heavy side. Including my sister Kerry showing her off her slightly four-month rounded pregnant belly.
According to my adoptive Mom, rules were meant to be broken, and Jennie agreed. Having their two boys quickly picked up their numbers off the table and joined us at our table as they switched numbers from our table to where they would have been sitting. Noticing they weren't the only ones doing that? The game was different for the boys under the age of ten. Being allowed to be naked because sex wasn't included.
Unless they had been given permission by their parents like Billy had because of what had happened to him. And Paul was insisting that both his boys Robert and Michael be allowed. Even though Jennie was against the idea and wanted them to wait until they were both sixteen, being overruled by Paul. Because of other parents were permitting it for various reasons.
Like my Rothwell parents letting Jared and Jason participate, even my adoptive parents explained that Jared could have sex, but not his brother Jason other than stimulating a girl or boy in their age group. Paul, of course, couldn't see the difference between the two when there was, but Paul was Paul.
Personally, if I were their parents, I would have waited until they were at least fourteen or fifteen, regardless of if they had a big enough penis to do so. However, Jennie went behind Paul's back, telling both their boys no sex, but everything else was allowed. Having my mother and Jody take the two boys into Bishop Earl's bedroom and give them a crash course on how to stimulate a girl or woman before our guests arrived for the party.
Like me and most of my friends Michael and Robert, when we were new to the idea of becoming a nudist it was our overactive hormones. That goes into overdrive when we see a naked girl or woman during the first few days until we come accustomed to seeing a pair of breasts and having our penis go woody hard the moment, we see them. Not even Paul could avoid that problem as he looked straight at my adoptive Mom and my sister Kerry and several other mothers either sitting at the table or walking by finding their seats.
The only difference was Paul was naked and his two boys weren't, for now, anyway. And just like my first being with a naked girl they were almost terrified of how in the hell they were going to handle being stripped naked by one and then do likewise, then there was the nudist dance. I smiled as they looked at my wristwatch, swallowed hard, and shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Having their Dad lean over telling his boys they'll be fine, having their mother ask one more time. "Are you sure we're not rushing this, Paul?"
Having him say; "I had my first when I was Robert's age dear playing doctor. Look at how I turned out."
She said. "Yes, dear, and that's my point."
Paul gasped and said. "And what do you mean by that?"
Jennie smiled and said. "Let, see? Wanting to have sex with anything that moves, for starters, like a woman you see bends over and says. 'I would like to tap that,' or a woman or pretty girl wearing a low-cut dress exposing her breast. You hum lick your lips and say, 'Daddy would like to milk those.' low-cut, go on because I can you know?"
I really had to admit Paul was not only an imbecilic, and a male chauvinist pig. Maybe that's why I didn't like the guy because he rubbed me the wrong way as he degraded women and saw them nothing more than sex objects.
To think here he is in our midst of naked women and girls as far as the eye could see. This was such a bad idea to have him join us in our environment. What in the hell was my mother thinking? Then again, I knew, and it was because he had a penis. I heard a joke that you might like. His oldest son asked his Dad a question regarding girls: "Dad, is it true; I heard that in some parts of Africa, a man doesn't 'KNOW' his wife until he marries her?" Dad said: "That happens in every country, son."
We completed our group with nudists I had never met as they did a quick introduction with a handshake over the table. Paul groaned in pain, standing up banging his hard penis against the table, and stretching his sunburned skin.
Having Jennie explain that today was his first day out in the sun as a nudist. Getting many giggles and laughs, stating he should have worn sunscreen. Paul growled. "My wife forgot to buy me some, and I didn't think nudist--" Jennie moved her arm, watching it turn more towards Paul, and Paul's face lit up in pain again.
She released him, and he said. "I didn't think the sun would hit those delicate places." To cover up for being rude or insulting us. You could say Jennie had him by the balls, literally.
Bishop Earl made his way up to the stage that was set up in front of us where the DJ would be when the dancing began. As well as the chief entertainment of various singers and musicians, that would perform for us while we ate. I was even told there would be a magic act.
He gave a quick welcoming speech and gave the opening prayer then had each table one at a timeline up to the buffet table in an orderly fashion. He then explained the games about the numbers that would be read off towards the end of dinner service. While some girls and boys handed out the envelopes that matched our numbers, we had picked ourselves on the table in random order.
Inside the envelopes were dance cards with the names of the people you would be dancing with on them. With a number beside each of the names inside envelopes, to help you find that person, as well a sealed sample packet of two horny pills. In each of the envelopes like you, would get at a drugstore or doctor's office with name of the pill is Volume Pills. The pills were only given to boys and girls aged fourteen and older. Unless their parents had given permission to their kids to take them.
The envelopes were in five colors: Blue Red, Yellow Green, and white. The white ones had a stamp that either said 'B' for Boy or 'G' for Girl on it and according to the age bracket of the person. Blue for boys and Red for girls ages eight through nineteen.
Yellow for women and Green for men ages twenty and older with a chain with a plastic star on the end, which had our number on it. Again, my number was number ten. Since Aaron was neutral, he was only allowed a dance card from the white envelope, and the same was given to Jennie, handing it back to them stating she wouldn't be dancing.
I wasn't sure of the reason unless it was so she could keep an eye on Paul and her boys, or she felt uncomfortable about dancing with a complete stranger who was either clothed or naked. I didn't ask because it was none of my business, but my Mom was really looking forward to it and asked the person for the envelope in case she could talk Jennie into it. Watched as Jennie rolled her eyes and said, "Maybe."
Having my Dad say. "That's the spirit. It's just dancing. It's up to you what you do on and off the dance floor."
I glanced through the list of about fifteen to twenty girls. Some of them I knew and some of them I didn't. I noticed the number three as the tent number out of the twelve tents that were set up along the perimeter. They all had been filled with comfortable pillows and soft furry rugs. We would be each given a box to put our clothes in so we could pick them up afterward. The number of my mystery person was thirty-six being the number for the persons or persons who had that number who would invite me to the tent for the unwrapping.
I felt the Goosebumps of excitement wondering who I was going to meet. It also said this would be the first person or person I would be dancing with, leaving only the number and not the name of the person. It said we had thirty to forty-five minutes to get "acquainted." Before we exited the tent and made our way to the dance floor. We weren't allowed to dance with anyone else until we completed the list unless it was a family member. Bishop Earl went over the rules as he read one of the dance cards.
I quickly opened the pill package and popped them both into my mouth and swallowed them down with my glass of punch and everyone else did likewise. It wasn't anything, considering it was the same pills I had taken since my two weeks vacation at the nudist colony. Paul was questioning if he should, having his wife make the decision and popping them inside his mouth as she took hers as well.
I noticed my adoptive parents and my mother and Kerry, as well as her husband, were almost giddy with excitement because like me they too had a list of names they would be dancing with besides each other.
Jody too was just as excited as I was because she, like me, didn't know who the person or persons she was going to meet was until her number was called to get "acquainted" inside the tent.
Jody was a little disappointed finding my number wasn't on her dance card or the person who I would be getting acquainted with inside the tent, but being my sister, she could dance with me anytime she wanted, and it was the same for Kerry and both my mother's.
It was also quite common for boys or men to dance with each other. Nowadays it is considered something gay people do. The world has twisted everything that was pure into something sexual. When all it was for us being a nudist and our customs were people sharing ourselves with each other or providing comfort to one another.
So, I wasn't bothered by the fact I had a few boys on my dance card as well. In fact, I was looking forward to dancing with all my 'boy' friends and their fathers, my Rothwell brothers as well as my Dad, and even more so my best friend's sisters, as well as my girlfriends and their mothers as well as both my mother's.
Even though Jody wasn't allowed to tell me or show me her number. Sisters always tell their brothers each other secrets well except Susan and Becky. And like me, she knew some boys, and some of them she knew and some she didn't know in regarding the girls on her card.
She did, however, have Jake and Adam on her list as I pointed them out to her as well as Dave her boyfriend. Yet he wasn't the one that was going to be the one to unwrap her as she slyly made her way over to him to see what numbers he had. I did also with my friends. Finding none of my friend's sister had the number thirty-six. It made the mystery even more exciting.
Paul once again was harassing me as he looked at my card asking me if I was a little nervous about being undressed by some mysterious person and me and undressing them. I shook my head and said. "No, why should I? I have been through this Paul many times during my two-week vacation at a nudist colony. I didn't know a single person there when I arrived. The hardest thing I had to face is what you and your boys are facing and that is being aroused by a naked girl or worried about how to handle them because we were both naked.
"I learned in a matter of days that it was not a big deal. In fact, it was quite exciting as we quickly got acquainted. It made things easier actually, because we weren't wearing any clothes to hide our true feelings, and we were free to act on those sexual impulses once we had given each other our permission. I will tell you this. I made friends a lot faster because of it. I didn't have the problem of wondering how to talk to a girl after that. Like many of my classmates at school do, being so shy around them. All those girls I met I have kissed, danced, and stimulated on numerous occasions. This is nothing more than that … so no I am not nervous. In fact, I'm looking forward to it."