Emmy, The Class Nudist: Part 1.
Carson discovers the secret side to his chemistry lab partner.
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"Are you going to tell me where we're going now?"
Carson Jenkins swatted away a mosquito while tromping through the brush under the oak and cedar. For all the fond memories he had of running around his friend's wilderness backyard while growing up, playing their imaginary games as alien hunters or fugitives on the run, he never could quite shake his fear of stumbling upon a rattlesnake, scorpion, or even the odd tarantula. They'd rarely ever seen any such creatures, but it wasn't impossible to come across one in this part of Texas.
"Almost there," Wes said. "Gotta keep it a surprise."
"Ugh," Carson said as a small branch caught him across the cheek. "Better be a good one. Are we even still in your yard?"
"Probably not," Wes said. " This is the land that we always deer hunt on, though. I Just hope we aren't let down. The; let's call it a show; has been regular as clockwork the last couple days."
"Show? What sow? Carson became impatient.
"You'll see." was all Wes would say.
Wes Hernandez led on in silence for another couple minutes until a clearing and large new house began to resolve itself up ahead from among the trees. Carson didn't remember having ever seen a house back here before, meaning it was probably a couple years old at the most. This far out of town, the difference in houses from one neighbor to the next could be substantial. Trailers rolled in next to ranch houses that could pass for small mansions, and this new house fell into the latter category. The residents all shared a desire for the peace, quiet, and privacy that came with the large tracts of relatively cheap land in the rolling hill country. Carson, in spite of having enjoyed the perks of growing up in town within walking distance of school, fast food, and the public swimming pool, still found reason to be envious of his friend's place.
"New neighbors?" Carson said. They were now close enough to see a well-tended backyard replete with gorgeous in-ground swimming pool, patio, grill, and vegetable garden. The home could not be seen from the county road. Only an upgraded ling driveway was viewable to the public, and it curved its way thru the track of forest. But the fellas were approaching from the larger forest on the other side of the new home, which sat on a high clearing. The gentle valley to the southwest, sloped toward the secluding woodland.
"Yeah," Wes said, lowering his voice. He slowed his approach and tried to utilize the undergrowth as cover from the house. "They built the house last fall and moved in over the winter. Pretty sweet place, if I do say so."
"And what, now you've taken up spying on new neighbors?"
"I prefer the term 'passive observation.'" Wes was clearly a little sheepish at being called on his behavior, but it wasn't enough to deter him from sharing.
Carson followed as his friend moved closer to the yard. Wes finally stopped when he found a small clearing behind some dense bushes, dropping his backpack and crouching down behind the cover. Carson followed suit, though he felt a flutter of nerves and fought down a strong desire to just head back to the house and play some Playstation. Nothing good could come of whatever Wes had led him here to witness. It might have flown when they were kids, but they were both adults now, on the doorstep of graduating into the real world.
"Water?" Wes said, offering him a bottle from his backpack. Carson gratefully accepted it as he was already hot and sweaty from the short hike. Despite only being early May, the late afternoons were flirting with mid-summer like temperatures.
"How long we gonna have to wait for this surprise?" Carson said.
"Shit, get down," Wes whispered, waving him down with his free hand. "She's a little early today."
Carson followed Wes's gaze, toward the back of the new neighbors' house and saw a young woman emerge through the back patio doors. She was wearing a bright yellow beach cover-up type shirt and carried a towel and book. Her legs were long and lean, while her hair was cut to about just beyond shoulder length. Carson could appreciate the view, but still felt a little sullied at his complicity in Wes's voyeurism.
The woman stopped by one of the lounge chairs to lay out her towel and set the book down. It was when she removed her large-framed sunglasses that Carson's heart skipped a beat.
"Is that Emmy Jackson?" Carson squinted to try to get a better look. They were still quite a distance from her, but he was now almost certain that he was right about her identity.
"Uh huh," Wes whispered smugly. "Your secret sweetheart."
"Shut up, dork," Carson said, blushing slightly. Once again, he regretted sharing his secret crush on the new girl in school. Wes's teasing had only gotten worse when Emmy was partnered with Carson in their AP Physics lab. Every time Wes brought up the crush, it made him realize what a coward he was for not having the courage to ask her to the prom, last month. She was a polite girl, though when they worked together it was almost entirely focused on the task at hand. She was rarely forthcoming about herself and Carson always took that to mean a lack of reciprocal interest. Still, she seemed to shy away from most everyone else at school, but that could just be a result of being a new transfer in her last semester of high school.
"I can't believe you've been spying on her," Carson said, unable to avert his own eyes as she set her sunglasses down beside the chair as well. "What the hell would Gracie say if she knew?"
"Oh, she broke up with me last weekend," Wes said, clearly not distraught over the short-lived relationship. She just wanted a prom date, I think. It wasn't worth all the money that date cost me.
"Oh."
"Anyway, I wasn't really trying to spy on her at first," Wes said. "Didn't even know she lived back here. But you'll understand why I brought you. Just; about; now;"
Carson felt his mouth involuntarily drop open when Emmy pulled her shirt over her head and revealed a gloriously naked body.
Stark. Freaking. Naked.
There was no way, he thought, that in the real world any girl from his school would do this sort of a thing. Not a nice girl like Emmy, at any rate. She tossed her loose shirt aside with the same casual ease and stretched her arms above her head. He was doubly smitten and knew he now could never, ever hope to find the courage to ask her out. Simply talking to her during class would be a nigh insurmountable challenge. He also knew he'd never ever 'un-see' this graceful image.
Emmy walked around the edge of the pool with uninhibited, casual grace, her slender hips swaying gently. Her tits were modest-sized, fetchingly conical and tipped with slightly dark aureoles. She had a flat tummy leading down to a well-trimmed patch of pubic hair. And, as she turned around to let herself down the ladder into the pool, the girl revealed an invitingly perfect ass. She moved with the grace of a ballerina, and perhaps that's the best was to compare her physique, too.
"You can breathe now," Wes said, tapping Carson on the leg.
"Wow." He still felt dirty for spying on her, but couldn't fault his friend for wanting to share.
“I'd been in a funk after getting a 'dear john' text, Sunday night. I decided to be alone in the woods after school on Monday.
"Has it been like this all week?"
"Couple days in a row," Wes said. "Today makes three. And, judging by the complete lack of tan lines, I'd say she's been doing this for quite a while. And by that, I mean years."
"You think she's a?"
"Nudist? Yeah, that's my guess," Wes said. "They're never the ones you'd think, eh?"
"No, guess not," Carson said. He continued to watch her though; as she swam there was little to see other than her slicked back hair and sparkling eyes. It was enough.
"Plus, yesterday I saw a guy come out to call her in for dinner, or something, He looked like some corporate executive, just finishing a board meeting. No suit coat, but a shirt and tie." Wes said. "Must have been her dad. The guy didn't even bat an eye at her lying out naked, nor did she make any effort to cover up, or anything."
They watched on in silence for some time, Carson only shifting his legs the minimum necessary to keep them from cramping up. Emmy swam only for a short while, before climbing back out and returning to her lounge chair. Every slender graceful curve of her body, each highlighted by the late afternoon sun, glistening off the beads of water, entranced him completely.
She laid back and opened the book to read, her sunglasses now covered her eyes fully.
He wondered at how he could be so completely oblivious to something this big about his lab partner. Did anyone else in school know she did this?
"You know, you have to ask her out now," Wes said, breaking their extended silence. "She's sweet, smart, and obviously likes to take her clothes off."
"I don't think I could ask her now," Carson said. "I'm still trying to wrap my brain around it. I'd probably freeze up."
"Oh. Well, I guess you won't mind if I make a move, then."
"What? Hell yes, I'd mind." Carson wasn't sure if his friend was serious, or just messing with him. "Besides, what kind of honorable relationship starts with spying?"
"You're spying on her," Wes said.
"Yeah, but I didn't know that's what I was coming here to do," Carson said. "Besides, I liked her before I knew about the naked thing."
"Well, that's why I'm giving you;"
Wes, in shifting his weight around to stretch, leaned into a dry branch and caused it to snap loudly. Both boys froze. Carson, still looking Emmy's way, saw immediately that she had indeed heard the noise when her head popped up from behind the book she was reading and looked straight their direction. Behind her sunglasses, it was difficult to tell just how concerned she was about the sound.
Finally, she settled back into her chair, and brought the book back up. Carson released the breath he didn't realize he had been holding and gave Wes a dirty look. Wes at least had the decency to look embarrassed. The incident made Carson realize that it would be almost impossible for the two of them to sneak away as long as she was still outside, since doing so would almost certainly create more noise and she would likely be more aware of additional sounds.
"You think they go to nude camps and vacations?" Wes whispered several minutes later after their hearts had settled back down.
"I have no idea," Carson said, almost a little defensively. While he appreciated the young woman's beauty, he still felt awkward for being here. He didn't want to be intruding on her personal life. What she and her family did, was neither his, nor Wes's business.
Another minute later, Emmy set her book down, stood up, and went back inside the house. Carson saw it as their opportunity to sneak away without getting caught, and suggested as much to his friend.
"Are you kidding? She left all her stuff outside. The show's probably good for another hour at least."
Carson rolled his eyes. "Yeah, she's very attractive and very naked. If you want to see naked girls, there are plenty on the internet. I think we should give Emmy some privacy."
Wes studied him for a moment. "Either you're turning gay on me, or you really do have a thing for her."
"I'm not turning gay," Carson said, shaking his head.
"See, I was right then," Wes said with a victorious glint in his eye. "Fine, have it your way, Mr. Chivalrous."
As they made their way quietly back through the woods toward Wes's house, Carson couldn't help but look back a couple times, hoping he might catch one more glance of Emmy. He was already wondering how he would be able to look at her with a straight face at school tomorrow.
Thursday Physics Lab.
It was May 19th, 2005. Carson's heart was beating heavy in his chest and he could feel a warm flush across his face. It was as bad as the time he had asked Janie Holmann to the homecoming dance, only this time he wasn't doing anything nearly as stressful. All he had to do today was sit next to Emmy and work through their physics lab together. His Razor flip phone was silenced, so the teacher wouldn't confiscate it.
He carried a box of electrical components to their bench, his heart skipping a beat when she looked up from her notebook and met his eyes. He was certain that she would be able to see right through him, read him like an open book, and openly accuse him of being a peeping Tom right in front of the entire class. It was stupid, he knew, but it terrified him nonetheless.
"Got the meter?" Emmy said as he took his seat beside her.
"Huh?" Carson was so flustered at her saying anything to him that he completely missed the question.
"The volt meter? Did you grab one?"
"Oh, yeah," he said, pulling it out of the box and handing it to her.
"Great, thanks," she said, taking it and setting it aside on the bench. "I think I have the first circuit figured out, if you're ready to start assembling it."
They worked their way through the exercises, calculating the electrical characteristics of the circuits their teacher had drawn up on the board and then testing them with physically constructed models.
Carson, usually pretty sharp at physics, found himself making several mistakes while futilely trying to refrain from picturing his partner's naked body under the tight shirt she wore today. Making him even more nervous, Emmy seemed considerably more talkative with him today than he ever remembered. She seemed downright conversational, though he suspected it might just be his mind playing tricks on him.
Mercifully, the lab finally came to a conclusion and they packed up. Carson's nerves had finally started to settle down toward the end of class and he had been able to carry a little bit of conversation without making a complete fool of himself. If she had sensed anything amiss about him, she had not let on.
"Carson?" Emmy said.
"Yeah?"
"I was wondering if I could ask a favor of you."
Carson's heart skipped a beat and his palms instantly became sweaty again. "Sure."
"I really need to do well on this final next week," she said. "One of my scholarships I'm getting has a pretty tough GPA requirement and I'm right on the edge. If I don't do well, I think I could lose it before I even see the first check, which would really suck."
"Ouch. They can do that?" Carson wondered.
"It's a private scholarship, so yeah. Anyway, I was wondering if you might be willing to give me a hand studying for it. I know you're probably pretty busy studying for all the finals next week, so it's totally cool if you can't;"
"No, no," he said, a little flustered. "I'd be happy to help."
"Great! I figured, since you've practically carried me through a few of these labs already, you'd be my best hope."
Emmy, for her part, looked a little sheepish at having to admit to her shortcoming. It was a look that Carson found both endearing and completely at odds with the woman exuding self-confidence yesterday by the pool.
"Thanks, I guess," he said, feeling dumb the way it came out. "Sure hope I don't let you down. When did you want to study?"
"Are You free after school today?"
"Uh, sure," he said, though he wasn't thinking clearly enough to remember if he actually had any other plans or not.
"We could do it at my house, if you want," she said. 'Where I like to get naked,' Carson heard in the back of his head, the unspoken follow up to that sentence.
"Okay," he said, his voice cracking.
"Here," she said, grabbing a scrap of paper and writing as she gave him directions. " off County Road 4129."
"Yeah, I know where that is," he said as he took the scrap.
Emmy raised her eyes at that. "You do?"
"Yeah," he said, trying not to get flustered. "My best friend lives out there. Not the easiest place to find unless you know where it is. I think he's just north of you."
"No, it's not the easiest to get to, But I love not living in a gated community, Like we did in Humble." she said, a curiously satisfied look crossing her face, before quickly vanishing. "I'll be home by four, so any time after that is fine. Probably sooner is better than later. Call if anything comes up."
"Right," he said, noticing that she'd written her phone number beneath the address. "I'll shoot for four then."
"Great, see ya then!"
Carson nodded and watched dumbly as she headed for the classroom exit. His gaze was helplessly drawn to her butt and the memory of seeing it bare. He might have survived their time together in the lab, but he wasn't so sure he would be able to make it through a one on one study session alone with her. He swallowed hard and pocketed the slip of paper.
Invited to Emmy's Secluded Home.
For most of the drive over to Emmy's house, Carson's imagination wildly speculated on how he would react if she were to answer the door naked. It was the sort of fantasy that would probably unhinge him if ever he faced it in reality. Still, he worked mightily to convince himself that she would be nothing other than ordinary during his time there.
Quashing the last twinge of trepidation, he climbed the spacious front porch and pressed the doorbell. Emmy, still dressed in her school clothes, answered a few moments later and welcomed him inside. To his relief, she seemed almost as nervous as he was; the same sort of jitters he got the few times he had previously visited a girlfriend's house for the first time.
"I thought we could just work at the dining room table, if that's okay," she said.
"Sure," Carson said, following a step behind while taking in the new surroundings.
The house was at least twice the size of his parents', but it used its extra space to give the rooms vaulted ceilings and other open areas. Skylights allowed sunlight to cast a warm glow across the wood floors and simple artwork on the walls added elegant splashes of color to the otherwise minimalist furnishings. The place was neat and clean and he got the impression that they were alone for the time being.
"Nice place," he said as they cut through the kitchen and stopped at the broad table already covered with her class notes.
"Thanks," she said. "It's more or less mom and dad's retirement house, though they're still years away from actually retiring. Dad took a big buyout, in a corporate merger. He then bought a production company and runs it, plus a little drilling where he thinks there's more oil and gas.
I'll only get a few months out of living here, before heading off to college. Texas A and M.
"Probably make it feel more like a vacation home to you, then, I suppose."
"Yeah, which isn't all bad, I guess."
Emmy grabbed a couple sodas from the fridge, and they settled in at the table to get to work. Carson was a little nervous when she sat in a chair right beside him, on his left, but it ended up being the most practical way for them to go through several equations from their homework that had been giving her trouble over the last few weeks. To his great relief, they very quickly focused in on physics and he found himself finally able to relax and talk conversationally in her presence. Emmy, likewise, seemed to open up to him far more than she ever had in class, and he discovered in her, a sweet, self-deprecating sense of humor that he had never seen before.
"You know, I think you probably do a better job teaching this material than Mr. Andrews does," Emmy said, after about an hour of pouring over material. "Some of this is finally starting to sink in."
"Good," Carson said, blushing slightly at the compliment. "It's probably just seeing it done another way that helps, though."
"Well, I appreciate it, regardless."
"Honestly, I think this is turning out to be the best way I could have studied, too," he said.
"How so?" Emmy took particular interest.
"Well, in trying to explain how I do the problem solving to you, I'm forcing myself to really understand how the equations work, and not just how to plug the numbers in."
"Cool. Glad to hear I'm not completely wasting your time, then."
"No, not at all." Carson assured her.
"I was gonna take a break for a minute," Emmy said. "I need to find that other lab notebook before we get any further with the kinetic energy stuff. If you want, you can tag along; get the tour of the upstairs and see my room."
Something about the offer felt like a trap to Carson. He genuinely liked her, but didn't want to come across as too eager. On top of that, he still had reservations about his ability to get past the visions in his head of her in the buff. If he declined, though, he risked coming across as aloof or completely uninterested.
"Uh, sure," he said weakly.
As she led him up the back stairs, they made small talk about their respective interests and hobbies. Carson was surprised and impressed with her interest in sailing and scuba diving, which she had picked up with her family over the years. Carson's dabbling in computer programming and website design, by comparison, sounded rather dull and pedestrian, though Emmy at least tried to act interested.
"Well, here it is," Emmy said, opening the door to her moderately cluttered personal sanctuary. "Sorry about the mess. I still haven't completely unpacked from the move."
"Nah, it's fine," he said. "A lot cleaner than my room; and with a much nicer view."
Busted!
Carson was drawn to the windows that overlooked both the backyard as well as the side of the house. Even from just the second floor, the view across the rolling countryside was impressive. The pool, along with the beautiful stonework and landscaping, also drew his attention along with reminders of yesterday.
"Yeah, I love the view, especially at sunset," Emmy said as she rummaged through a bookshelf looking for her class notes.
"That's a sweet pool, too," Carson said, trying to find a safe conversation point and realizing too late that he might have chosen poorly.
"Isn't it? I love just lounging around out there, especially after school now that it's hot out."
Warning bells started going off in Carson's mind when she said that, though he tried to convince himself that he was being paranoid. Emmy, having found her notebook, joined him by the window. He tried to keep his focus safely out on the horizon.
"We get quite a bit of wildlife out here," she said, picking up a small pair of binoculars that were sitting on the window sill. "Deer, turkey, all kinds of stuff. Sometimes cool just to look around."
She adjusted the lenses and peered around for a moment before pausing while looking off toward the side of the backyard. "Ah, like that," she said, handing him the binoculars. "Here, take a look."
Carson took the binoculars with a growing sense of dread at what he would see. Following Emmy's guidance, he looked down into the trees and almost immediately spotted Wes camped out behind a bush some twenty feet back from where the properly trimmed lawn began. Carson hadn't bothered to tell Wes about his plans to come study with Emmy after school, and his friend was probably just hoping for another of her repeat performances poolside. His heart sank, though, knowing that he had probably been caught as well.
"Yeah," Carson said, handing the binoculars back to Emmy. He couldn't tell if she was pissed or not, so blank was her expression.
"Is that Carson, your friend?"
"Yeah," he said, hanging his head while flushing in embarrassment. "I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"You saw both of us out there, yesterday, didn't you?"
"I did." Her voice was just as unreadable as her expression and Carson began to suspect that she was indeed very pissed. It made him marvel all the more, though, that she could have acted so pleasantly toward him all day through class and their studying.
"I'm sorry about the whole spying thing," he said. "Honestly, I didn't know what Wes was bringing me out here to see. He just said it was a surprise. I feel terrible and I had no intention of ever coming back here to do it again."
"You swear that's the truth?"
Carson looked her in the eyes and said that it was. She nodded.
"What about your buddy? How long has he been up to this?"
"Just a couple days," Carson said. "And after yesterday I strongly suggested that he'd better cut it out before he got into trouble."
"Either of you tell anyone about this?"
"No!" he said. "Well, I sure haven't. I don't think he has, either, yet. Though I could find out for sure."
"It's not that big of a deal," Emmy said, softening her voice a bit when she heard Carson's sincerity. "I'd just rather it not become common knowledge that me or my family are active nudists."
"I totally understand."
"It's not that I'm ashamed or anything," she said. "Quite the contrary, actually. It's just that it's more of a hassle than it's worth among high school types. One of my old friends spilled it at my last school and suddenly all these guys started hitting on me, thinking that because I liked to be naked that I must also be easy."
"I'm sorry." Carson's voice had a tone of deep empathy. “How bad did it get?”
Emmy shook her head dismissively. "Like I said, don't sweat it. I was pretty pissed yesterday, but I calmed down a bit after I had time to think about it. After all, I always had you pegged for a pretty nice guy. And, well, you two are teenage boys."
"Wow, thanks for not calling the police or something."
"Just don't ever do it again," she said. "Either of you. If you want to come over to swim, that's one thing, but none of that pervy snooping crap."
Carson was a little startled by her last statement. It was okay with her if he wanted to come over? Whether she meant it sans clothing or not, it almost certainly meant that she liked him on some level, even after she had caught him spying on her. That little bit of hope did wonders for easing his angst.
"Don't worry," he said. "It'll never happen again. And I'll personally make sure Wes knows his ass will be kicked thoroughly if he doesn't cut it out. In fact, I'll tell him right now if you want."
Emmy smiled at that, and it prompted Carson to be proactive. He flipped the catch on her bedroom window and swung it wide open.
"Wes Hernandez," he called out, loud enough that his friend couldn't possibly miss it. Sure enough, Wes's head snapped up toward the window. "Listen Spunky, Emmy knows you've been watching and it's time to stop. For good."
Wes, even from this distance, was clearly mortified. Wes immediately recognized Carson's voice. And only Wes still called him by his grade school nickname. But it seemed to come from that upstairs window? He got up from his crouched position and bashfully waved back up at the open bedroom window. Carson was not visible, due to the black screening inside the crank-out window.
"Uh, sorry!" Wes said. "Really, sorry; Emmy. Won't happen again. But, um; thanks for making me a happy man for a couple days!" Then he hiked off into the deep woods.
"I think that'll do the trick," Emmy said in a lighthearted tone as Carson closed the window back up. "Both of you seem to be sufficiently embarrassed by this episode." Gawd, I love how you freaked him out. Thanks for doing that without being asked.
"Yeah, consider it my first desperate act of penance to you." Carson said. "Like, I want to crawl into a hole and hide until after the semester is over, embarrassed."
"Nope. You still have to help me study, which we should probably get back to; before it gets any later."
Carson couldn't believe that she really was going to let him off the hook that easily, but maybe she was being honest in that she wasn't ashamed about having been seen nude. The very concept was difficult to grasp, but admirable nonetheless. He simply couldn't put himself or his family into the same context as Emmy's and make the visual work.
"So, wow, I guess I would have never called that one," Carson said, trying to be conversational as they headed back down to the dining room.
"What, me being a nudist?" she said with a wry grin.
"Yeah. Is it just something you grew up with?"
"Yup." Emmy said with resolve.
"You and the family go to, like, camps and stuff, or just hang out around the house?" Carson couldn't believe he was actually prying into what was an awkward subject for him. The way Emmy was so casual about it, though, gave him the sense that she almost wanted the opportunity to be open about an otherwise fairly hidden part of her life.
"Yeah, we'll do some vacations at nudist friendly resorts," she said. "Not all the time, but a couple times during the summer we'll usually go somewhere. And we don't exactly parade around the house naked. Usually just while swimming or something. There are some nudists who feel like they have to do anything and everything they possibly can get away with in the buff. We're a little more laid back than that around here."
"Cool, I hope I'm not prying to much, into your family privacy?" Carson said, sitting down beside her at the table. "Guess it's just a little hard to wrap my head around. I mean, I've known there are nudists for a long time, but I never really thought I'd meet one. Kinda wondered what they were like."
"You're not prying. Yesterday your pervy friend tried to get you to share his voyeuristic rudeness. But you've recovered very nicely. And about your curiosity, We'd probably be a disappointment, because we're just pretty normal, usually," she said. "Only we tend to have fewer tan lines."
That she was teasing him about it now, made Carson feel a lot more relaxed. They soon dove back into their studies and the subject of nudity faded away to irrelevance. Carson found himself finally able to focus solely on studying and making sure Emmy mastered the material. He also realized that his interest in her had grown far beyond the bounds of the simple crush he had harbored for the last few months, now that he was getting a feel for her personality.
Shortly before six, Emmy's parents arrived, creating another slightly awkward moment for Carson as he was introduced to both Doug and Donna. Like Emmy had told him earlier, there was nothing remarkable about them, nothing that screamed out "nudist." Both were polite and welcomed him warmly, especially after their daughter raved about how helpful he had been in getting her ready for the final exam. Carson was even invited to stay for dinner but declined, feeling he had already enjoyed more good fortune this afternoon than to which he had any right.
Donna was so charming, in that classic southern feminine way, that it was hard for Carson to not accept her invite. Doug was very disarming with his sense of respect for anyone he talks to. It made Carson feel like he wanted to live up to the high esteem Doug was bestowing on him. Doug never did pick up on the tenacious hard-nose business aggressiveness side of Doug.
Emmy walked him out to the front porch and thanked him again for helping her study.
"My pleasure, really," he said. "And, thanks again for being understanding about that other thing."
"It's nothing," she said, and he was confident she meant it. "Say, if you have time, I'd like to go over a few more things before the exam that we didn't get to yet."
"Yeah, sure," Carson said. "This weekend, maybe?"
"I'm actually pretty busy for most of it," she said. "Except for tomorrow night. And I wouldn't want to interfere with your Friday night plans."
"Oh, that's okay. I don't have anything planned." He felt a little ashamed to admit it, but it was the truth. He probably would have arranged something last minute with Wes, but spending time with Emmy, even if just studying, sounded too good to pass up.
"Okay then," she said. "Wanna do it here again?"
"Sure, Emmy. And I've enjoyed our visit, as well."
"And, if you want, we can order a pizza or something," she said, a little shyly. "My parents are going to a show, so I'm pretty much on my own anyway."
"Yeah, sounds good," Carson said, realizing that it was almost turning their study session into what could be construed as a date.
"Cool. Oh, and if you want, we could hit the pool for a while. You know, just to chill out. Don't have to study straight through or anything."
Carson felt giddy and nervous all at once. That sort of invitation was definitely more than just for a study partner, and it gave him a thrill that she might actually have some of the same interest in him that he had for her. He also found it sweet that she seemed to get all shy about the invitation.
"Yeah, that sounds great," he said.
"See ya in class tomorrow, then," she said, giving him a little wave. “Oh!” She yelled when he was well down the driveway. “Don't tell Wes about my swim plans. But do tell him you saw my dad's shotgun leaned up by the patio door.”
Carson was flying so high emotionally that he was halfway home before it occurred to him that she might have been intending for that swimming invitation to be in the buff. He hadn't thought to ask and figured to do so might come across as incredibly prudish. The idea had some tantalizing possibilities, but he wasn't sure he had the confidence to overcome the sheer magnitude of his nerves. The rest of the drive home was a battle of possibilities; could he or couldn't he? Would he or wouldn't he?
Friday Excitement.
"I can't believe how burned I got yesterday," Wes said as he sat down beside Carson in the cafeteria. "But man, the humiliation was totally worth it."
"If you'd just let it go after the first time or two, she'd probably have never known," Carson said.
"Whatever. Now, spill it. What were you doing over at her place?"
Carson rolled his eyes, though he had known his friend would grill him over lunch. "She asked me to give her a hand studying for her physics final."
"That's it?" Wes sounded disappointed.
"That's it."
"Was it naked studying?"
Carson closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "No. We were quite clothed, thank you."
"You are so boring. Go to a nudist's house, a hot nudist's house, and not get naked with her."
"Yeah, crazy that we might actually want to focus on studying," Carson said, polishing off the last of his sandwich and wondering if he could find a good excuse to leave early.
"Did she know that you were watching her the other day with me?"
"Yup, she knew. And she wasn't too happy with either of us."
"And she still invited you over to help study? That's a good sign."
"I think she just chalked it up to us being teenage boys," Carson said. "And luckily she seems to be pretty forgiving."
"Must have the hots for you or something."
Carson thought about not mentioning their follow up study session planned for tonight, but figured there was little point in hiding what would eventually come out anyway.
"I'm not sure she's interested in much more than using me to get a better grade," Carson said. "But, she did invite me back tonight for some more studying."
"Studying, on a Friday night? You gotta be kidding me."
"Studying, with pizza," Carson said, knowing it would tweak Wes from disdain to jealousy. “And if I can recover from being associated with voyeurist perversions, I think she'll might want to share the poll with friends she can trust.”
"You're going swimming? Now that's more like it. Please, please, please tell me she'll be naked."
"I won't ask," Carson said. He was wondering the same thing, but had no intention of letting on to his friend that it mattered that much to him. "And so help me, if you're stalking anywhere near her place tonight, I'll personally kill you."
Wes grinned widely. "Nice, you think she might be going buck then. You lucky mother fucker."
"Just stay away, okay? Emmy won't kill you. She'll do worse. She could destroy your chances with every girl in our school, if she tells them what you've been doing.”
"I know, I know. You'll kill me. I'd better have a full report on how it went come Saturday morning, though."
"Prepare to be disappointed," Carson said.
Emmy's Study Group, of 2.
"What?"
Carson blinked, realizing that he'd been caught staring at Emmy while she was working on an equation.
"Sorry," he said. "Just spacing out for a moment."
"Think it might be about time to order the pizza and call it a night for the studying," Emmy said with a wry smile. "You're losing focus and I'm getting hungry."
Carson couldn't argue against the lost focus. Unlike the previous day's study session, both of them seemed far more inclined to get off topic and joke around than actually focus on the books. The awkward barrier of distant classmates seemed to have been replaced with a sense of friendship, and Carson found that their personalities matched better than he had dared hope. Emmy, for her part, didn't seem to mind the distraction either.
"Besides, I think we've beaten this dead horse of electromagnetism long enough," she said, closing up her text book and piling her notes up.
Carson packed his own materials up in his backpack while Emmy wandered off to order their pizza. While he had eagerly been looking forward to their post-study time this evening, he was starting to really suffer from the nervous butterflies in his stomach. He hadn't found the courage to ask her about the presumed swimming attire during class and now it seemed a little late to bring it up. Her parents were gone for the evening, which was a plus in terms of his willingness to maybe go nude, but there it was still a huge hurdle for him mentally.
While they waited on dinner, Emmy led him to the living room where they sprawled out upon the couches and carried on an aimless conversation about all manner of topics. Much of it revolved around their families and childhoods. Emmy, to Carson's surprise, had two siblings. Both were older and moved out, with her sister due to be married in a month. And, as if anticipating Carson's question, she said that it was not going to be a nude wedding.
"Nah," she said. "I'm sure they thought about it. But, frankly, there are too many family and friends they'd want to invite who wouldn't really be down for that sort of affair."
"I'm sure it would be quite an ordeal for some," Carson said, grinning at the idea.
"Not that there's anything wrong with doing it that way," she said. "I've actually been to a couple nude weddings over the years. Lots of fun. I think they just settled on taking their honeymoon somewhere where they can make up for having to deal with all that wedding attire."
"Nice," Carson said. "Which sounds awfully handy for a honeymoon."
"How so?" Emmy wanted to see where Carson's reasoning took him.
Carson blushed at her seemingly innocent question. He thought the meaning of his joke was perfectly clear. He felt uncomfortable having to explain it.
"Well, you know," he said, fumbling for a polite way to say it while she looked on innocently. "Honeymooners are generally known for um, taking off their clothes a lot."
"Oh? What for?" Emmy feigned ignorance.
Carson suspected that behind her straight face, Emmy was deliberately putting him on, just to try to embarrass him. It was working.
"Well, consummating the marriage and stuff," he said weakly. Yep, Carson was timid about even discussing nudity, much less living it.
Emmy finally cracked and laughed out loud. "I see," she said. "So, you're saying that by being naked, it's easier for them to uh, 'get it on', at a moment's notice."
"Yeah," Carson said, hoping desperately that the darkening room was hiding his red face.
"I'm sure they'll take advantage of the circumstances," she said. "And I'm just messing with you."
Carson marveled at the girl; both a nudist as well as comfortable talking about sex openly. It was an intimidating combination and not one he had encountered before in his life's experience. Perhaps that would change after a while in college, but for now she certainly had him at a disadvantage.
The doorbell rang, saving him from further embarrassment for the moment. Her teasing did little, however, to ease his anxiety about what might come after dinner.
Dinner was, blessedly, a relaxing affair over which the conversation stayed safely away from nudity and sex. Emmy provided some remarkably insightful and often scathing commentary on many of Carson's long-time classmates. He was impressed at how well she seemed to grasp the difference between those who were fake and genuine after only having been in their school for less than 5 months.
"You find the same people everywhere," she said, polishing off another slice of pepperoni and mushroom.
"So what kind of person do you have me pegged for?" Carson asked.
Emmy raised an eyebrow, knowing that he had just put her on the spot. She rose to the challenge, however.
"You are no pretender," she said. "You're comfortable with who you are and what you want, even when you're uncomfortable about it."
"That sounds almost cryptic enough to be on a fortune cookie."
Emmy smiled. "Okay, that was pretty vague," she admitted. "Basically, I think you're okay with you; and you're not inclined to do things just because you think other people want you to do them. You'll forge your own path and let those who like you for it either accept you or fall behind. It's a good thing."
Carson was impressed and humbled. He had never really thought about himself in those terms before, but it seemed that she really had distilled a fundamental part of his personality down into an insightful analysis. She would probably make a good psychologist or therapist if she had a mind to pursue such a field.
"I won't pretend to be near as good at pegging people as you are," he said. "But, I'd have to say that you seem to have the same sort of traits you just described in me."
Emmy shrugged. "You passed a huge test, yesterday. You were forthcoming about the stalking incident, and even helped me deal with Wes. Well, you know what that gets you?"
"No." Carson looked at her lovely face with interest.
"Apparently, an invitation for pizza and pool," she said, smiling. "Speaking of which, you still up for a swim?
"Aren't we supposed to wait an hour after eating, or something?" Carson's nerves jumped back to life and he was wondering if postponing things just a little longer might help.
"Nah," she said. "We can hop in, as long as you promise not to start swimming laps or something strenuous.”
"I'll try to refrain," he said. Time was up.
"Come on, we can get changed upstairs," she said, leading the way toward the stairs. Her use of the word "changed" made him a little hopeful that he might not be faced with a dilemma after all.
"So, as you're probably well aware by now, we don't have much of a dress code around here," Emmy said as she reached the top of the stairs and waited for him to catch up. "Especially when it comes to the pool. I Just want to make sure you don't feel like there's some unwritten rule around here that swimming is only done in the buff."
Carson felt an inward sigh of relief now that she had broached the subject. "Okay."
"So, wear as much or as little as you feel comfortable with," she continued as she turned to lead the way to her bedroom. "As for me, well, you know by know that I prefer au-naturel . But, if that makes you in the slightest uncomfortable, just say so and I'll dig out my swimsuit. Probably still packed away in a box somewhere, but I'll find it. And really, it's not a big deal. A nudist doesn't like getting shamed for being different. It would be hypocritical to pressure other's dress codes, wouldn't it?”
Shit, Carson thought to himself. Now he was
stuck in perhaps an even more awkward place, being given
the choice of what to wear not only for himself but for her as well.
In all honesty, he knew that he'd be far more in his
comfort zone if they were both dressed. Another part of him, however,
really admired her confidence in her own skin and didn't want
to inflict his ingrained prudishness on her.
"Honestly,
while I think it's really great that you're into the nudist thing,
I'm not quite sure I'm ready to dip my toes into those waters, so to
speak," he said, hoping she would take his words at face value.
"And if you're more comfortable naked, then go for it. It's your
house, your pool, and I'm just learning as I go."
"Cool," she said. It was simple as that and the hours upon hours of agonizing were past. All he had to worry about now was trying not to stare at her too much, or, god forbid, get aroused.
"Maybe you'll be able to corrupt me, yet?" Carson said. "You've already got me thinking about it."
"Corrupt you? Nah, you're already corrupted. I just have to undo the damage." She gave him a wink and flipped on the light in her bedroom against the shadows of the early stages of sunset. The bedroom was much more presentable than yesterday. Carson sensed she really made an effort.
"You can change here or use the bathroom across the hall," she said, already pulling her shirt up over her head and causing him to try to find something else to look at. "I'll grab a couple towels from the closet."
"Right," he said and did an about face for the bathroom. With the door closed, he quickly shed his clothes and donned his swim shorts that he'd stashed in his backpack. He still felt overly modest in Emmy's presence, though at least she was very cool about it and seemed to be going out of her way to make him feel comfortable. A little part of him regretted his lack of courage, but he hoped that perhaps with time he'd be willing to give it a go.
Changed, he flicked off the light and crossed the hall to Emmy's open room. Tentatively, he looked inside and found her gone. He set his pack down in the corner, wondering if he should wait for her or just head down to the pool.
"Here's your towel," Emmy said from behind.
He turned just in time to catch the towel as it sailed from the doorway toward his head. Emmy was grinning at him as she stood there, naked and gorgeous and completely comfortable. Unable to stop himself, he gave her a good look up and down.
"Nice suit," she said, glancing at his own uninspired forest green board shorts.
"You too," he said, eliciting a small laugh.
"You like? I was worried I might be showing a little too much skin." Emmy posed for him and then twirled around once.
"Nah," he said. "It works really well for you."
She winked at him. "Glad you like it. Now, let's hit the pool."
Mesmerized, Carson followed Emmy's tight ass downstairs and out onto the back patio. While she wouldn't be considered among the most sensual and curvy girls in school, she was certainly had her grace and beauty. He thought of her more in the girl-next-door cute category, which he found amusingly appropriate. Even in her undressed state, though, Carson realized he was more attracted to Emmy's personality than her body, and in that he found the ability to get past some of his discomfort.
"That end's just deep enough to do some diving, as long as you don't get too crazy," Emmy said, pointing toward the side of the pool over which a low diving board was suspended. "I don't use it that often, but it's certainly the quickest way to get over the temperature shock."
"Is it that cold?"
"Nah. A little brisk, maybe, but it's decent."
"Which way are you going in?" Carson followed Emmy's lead and slung his towel over one of the lounge chairs. She turned back toward him and he made a conscious effort to keep his eyes on her face.
"Think I'll use the diving board tonight," she said.
"Lead on, then," he said.
"Guest goes first," she said, motioning for him to lead.
To be continued. Based on a post by WatchingCloud, for Literotica.